A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

Seeing her gaze, as if drawn by invisible chains, slowly and stiffly shifted towards the platform below.

...The gaze moved toward the school uniform that was covered by it, and the glaring bloodstains beside the uniform and that familiar hand... Finally, it settled on Shido's pale, bloodless face.

They could clearly see that the seductive and "compassionate" expression on her face froze and vanished instantly.

They saw that the brilliance in her dazzling golden eyes was quickly extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind, fading away little by little, dimming, and finally irreversibly losing all its luster.

It is a void where everything is silent after the heart has died.

Inside the bridge of the Fraxinus, a deathly silence, even deeper and more suffocating than when Shido had been shot, fell.

"Gulu..."

Someone swallowed hard in the extremely quiet bridge.

Kotori felt as if an icy hand was gripping her throat, making it difficult to breathe. Reine instinctively grabbed the control panel beside her, her knuckles turning white from the force. Kannazuki's facial muscles were tense, all traces of her usual frivolity gone.

(It’s over…)

(The worst-case scenario... has occurred...)

(She... got serious...)

Cold sweat trickled uncontrollably down their temples.

The pressure, as if it were a physical force, enveloped the entire bridge, almost freezing the air itself.

They knew that the most terrifying scenario was probably about to unfold.

But they were powerless at this moment, and could only watch helplessly as the Herrscher who had lost her "light" was about to bring what kind of "end" to this world.

Fraxinus is facing its darkest hour since its founding, perhaps the most severe and closest it has ever come to utter failure.

Chapter 155 The Silent Elegy of the Twin Stars

The arrogant demeanor of the [Celestial Judge] in the sky, which had previously exuded an air of absolute control, suddenly vanished.

She was like a puppet with its strings cut, her body swaying slightly, and then, as if pulled by an invisible force, she walked down from the sky step by step.

The solidified spatial steps beneath her feet were no longer stable, bearing the weight of her somewhat unsteady steps.

It even rippled irregularly, revealing the extremely unstable state of its owner's mind at that moment.

She approached step by step, her high heels clicking on the rough ground without making a sound, as if even sound was swallowed up by the deathly silence surrounding her.

His golden eyes, now devoid of their luster, stared intently at the blood-stained ground not far away, and at the familiar silhouette covered by a school uniform.

She stopped a few steps away from Shido, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out, seemingly wanting to touch his cheek to confirm whether it was just a cold phantom.

As if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, she staggered forward a few steps, then slowly, as if in slow motion, squatted down.

Her gaze swept greedily and fearfully over the hand stained with dark red blood and hanging limply at her side, and over the pale profile faintly visible beneath the school uniform.

She reached out, her fingertips trembling slightly, and touched Shido's cheek, as if wanting to confirm that it was just a nightmare.

But just before her fingertips touched it, she suddenly pulled back, as if afraid that the cold touch would shatter the last shred of hope in her heart.

Her breathing, which had almost stopped at first, gradually became rapid and intense.

Her chest began to rise and fall noticeably, as if something was choking her throat, taking away the air she needed to survive.

She unconsciously covered her chest with one hand, pressing so hard that her fingertips almost dug into the fabric.

Those empty golden eyes were wide open, reflecting Shido's lifeless face, but without any brilliance.

His pupils trembled slightly, as if he were enduring some unspeakable, soul-tearing pain.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to shout something, but no sound came out. Only her increasingly heavy and labored breathing was particularly clear and...despairing on the silent platform.

She was like a meticulously crafted ice sculpture, struck by a heavy hammer in an instant, covered in cracks, on the verge of complete collapse.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out; all her words were stuck deep in her throat, turning into a silent lament.

In the distance, Tohka, who was fiercely battling AST and venting her endless anger and sorrow, seemed to sense something.

Her powerful attack paused slightly, and the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy became somewhat disordered.

She turned her head sharply, her amethyst-like eyes looking beyond the AST's defensive line, and saw the white figure crouching beside Shido, radiating an aura of despair even stronger than her own.

The anger on Tohka's face receded like the tide, replaced by a mixture of confusion, grievance, and... a faint, almost non-existent hope.

She recognized the person. It was the one who had told her his name, who smelled nice, and whom she considered a "comrade"—[Tiancai].

She's so powerful, so mysterious... Could she... possibly have a way?

This thought, like the only glimmer of light in the darkness, drove Tohka.

Ignoring the AST troops who were on high alert, she moved swiftly, transforming into a purple streak of light, instantly escaping the battle and arriving beside Chika.

She gently landed beside Chika.

Like a child who has suffered a great injustice outside and has finally met her parents, she flew away from the entanglement with AST and came to Chinatsu's side.

But when she looked at Chika's distraught, pained chest, struggling to breathe, and staring blankly at Shido, when she saw her outstretched and withdrawn trembling hand, and when she looked at the lifeless Shido on the ground, the words she wanted to ask for help got stuck in her throat.

She looked at Chika expectantly, the last glimmer of light in her purple eyes, as if asking a question.

You have a way, right? You're so amazing, you can even defeat those bad women, you can definitely save Shido, right?

However, Chika's expression, which was even more desperate and broken than hers, was like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing the faint flame of hope in her heart.

Chika's appearance clearly told her a cruel truth—even she was powerless to change it.

The light in Tohka's eyes dimmed completely. She lowered her head, bit her lip tightly, and tried her best not to cry out.

But large tears rolled down uncontrollably, landing in the dust at Chika's feet and spreading out small wet patches.

She could only stand silently beside Chika, watching Shido lying on the ground as if asleep. The sadness and despair that had just subsided were once again overwhelmed by a cold tide.

She lowered her head, her long purple hair falling down, obscuring her face, which was also etched with pain.

On the platform, only two elves remained, overwhelmed with grief over the "death" of the same boy, and a silent, suffocating despair spreading through them.

One is heartbroken and desolate because of the "death" of her beloved, while the other is silently grieving because of the shattering of her hopes.

The two elves, connected by the same immense sorrow and the same utter despair, fell into a deathly silence amidst the ruins stained by the setting sun and blood.

Only the tense defensive posture of the AST forces in the distance and the tireless wailing of the spacequake alarm proved that the cruelty of this world continues.

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[Tianjue]'s body trembled slightly, as if resisting some invisible, enormous impact.

She slowly lowered her hand that was covering her chest, and her tightly clenched fist gradually loosened, but her fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.

The violent breathing gradually subsided, not because the pain lessened, but because something deeper and colder froze and crushed all the intense emotions.

She no longer tried to touch Shido, as if that "corpse" had become an insurmountable boundary marker representing humanity's ultimate answer.

She slowly, extremely slowly, raised her head. The last faint light in those golden eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only boundless emptiness and deathly silence.

However, beneath this deathly silence, a cold undercurrent seemed to be surging.

—It was a mixture of extreme sorrow, absurd irony, and… a final, complete severing of all hesitation.

Her gaze was no longer focused on Shido alone, but seemed to penetrate his "corpse" and be cast into a more distant place.

—The AST team members, who were on high alert but looked fearful, turned their attention to the human city that was still sounding the spacequake alarm but had no meaning to her anymore, and even to Fraxinus, who might be observing this place from the shadows.

Her lips moved slightly, her voice soft yet possessing a strange clarity that pierced through all noise, like the tolling of a final judgment bell, striking the hearts of every living being who could hear it:

"...This is..."

Her voice paused, as if she were savoring the heavy, nauseating meaning behind the word.

"...The final answer...that you humans have given?"

There were no shouting questions, only a cold, utterly resigned calm.

The sorrow in that tone was not for the deceased individuals, but for a tiny, perhaps once-existing possibility.

She remained silent for a moment, as if waiting for a rebuttal or explanation that would never come. Finally, she softly, almost with a sigh, uttered three words:

"……I see."

These three words, light and airy, seemed to drain the last trace of "humanity" from her.

All the confusion, all the probing, all the hidden arrogance and scheming beneath the surface, and even the faint hope she might still have for this world that she herself might not fully understand... all vanished completely at this moment.

She slowly turned around, no longer glancing at Shido on the ground, as if he were now a corpse with no further connection to her or the world.

Her gaze fell on Tohka, who was beside her, feeling uneasy and even more saddened by her condition.

At this moment, Tohka is like an abandoned little animal, her anger replaced by greater confusion and helplessness.

Chika reached out her hand to her.

That hand was steady, fair, and no longer trembling.

Subtle electric sparks, representing space and the power of thunder, swirled around his fingertips, as if heralding a path that was completely severed from the past.

Her voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable, resolute quality, as if it were a pronouncement of fate:

"Tohka, let's go."

Her golden eyes met Tohka's purple pupils, which held an unfathomable coldness and an almost cruel clarity.

"This... cannot accommodate him, nor can it accommodate your world..."

"...They don't deserve us."

The moment she finished speaking, the restrained spiritual power around her began to rise slowly like a dragon awakening. The space around her distorted slightly, demonstrating that the will of the [Divine Judgment] Herald would no longer be bound by any "understanding" or "coexistence".

The hand she extended to Tohka was both an invitation and a cold, ruthless boundary drawn between the two camps.

Chapter 156 In Your Name, Reject My Blade

Chinatsu's cold and resolute invitation, like an ultimatum, struck Tohka's heart heavily.

The hand reaching out to her seemed to connect to a path leading to revenge and a complete departure from this world.

Tohka's body trembled violently, her amethyst eyes filled with intense struggle.

Looking into Chika's golden eyes, now devoid of luster and filled only with emptiness and despair, she could sense the disillusionment and anger emanating from the depths of her soul.

This powerful "companion" is going to stand up for her and take her away from this world that "doesn't deserve" them.

This "understanding" and "empathy" held a fatal attraction for her broken heart at this moment.

She was almost about to nod, about to grasp that hand, to transform all the sadness and anger in her heart into destructive power.

Her gaze involuntarily fell once again on the quiet figure on the ground, covered by a school uniform.

She remembered his warm smile, his clumsy yet sincere explanations of things, and his eyes, as blue as a clear sky, when he firmly affirmed his own worth.

"This world is beautiful, yes! But its beauty has absolutely no conflict with your existence!"

"Your very existence is not a mistake."

"At least for me, it's necessary!"

His words, like the final bulwark, echoed in her heart.

(This world... is Shido's world...)

(He tried so hard to tell me about the beauty of this world...)

(He was so convinced that I could find a place to stay here...)

Even though the world hurt her in the cruelest way, taking away her only light.

But the world itself, the delicious food, the beautiful sunsets, the bustling streets... and everything that the boy named Itsuka Shido once cherished... is not wrong in itself.

Destroying this world would be tantamount to negating all the kindness and efforts Shido had shown her.

It's like personally destroying what Shido loved and hoped she would love as well.

How could she possibly do that?

On one side is her companion, the [Judgment] Herrscher, who has just given her a huge shock and "understanding." Her invitation represents a direct, unrestrained catharsis and rebellion.

On the other side is Shido, who has "passed away" but has engraved "love" and "trust" for this world into her heart. His legacy represents an almost stubborn kindness and tolerance.

Two kinds of trust were fiercely battling and tearing at her heart. A huge sense of confusion, like a swamp, almost swallowed her whole.