Enlightenment · Nine (Continued)

"Then I can only say you acted too late." Miss Surtr tilted her head slightly. "If you had attacked from the outskirts of Fran at your peak, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat you. If you had been my enemy when I arrived in Izalith, you might have been able to fight me for three hundred rounds, from Izalith all the way to Ashen Lake, and then I would probably have barely won due to the passage of time and the recovery of my strength. But now..."

"... You chose the wrong time. I am stronger now than I was at my peak in most other dream worlds."

She gently clenched her fist.

"I've learned some new things on this land of Lordran. And this interesting knowledge allows me to use my full strength from Terra when my sword isn't at hand. And against me like this, being able to stall for a few minutes is already an excellent performance on your part, Filianore."

—I can take down Gwyn in just a few moves now, otherwise how would I reshape this world and civilization?

"Ah... an excellent performance, huh?" Filianore sighed softly. "But I want more than that... Surtr, Surtr, you once told me about Terra you inhabit. You once said that there were many problems on that land that troubled you and that you had no way to solve them. But now it seems..."

"Terra's situation is special, that's all." Miss Surtr shrugged slightly—she walked up to Filianore and reached out to touch the Goddess's face.

"Is there anything else you want to know, Filianore? This is our last conversation as adversaries. And in a little while, you will belong to me."

"You look like a villain who abducts a woman." The white-haired Goddess lowered her eyes gently. Her eyebrows trembled slightly, and her hands and feet no longer resisted the chains.

Miss Surtr then moved even closer to her. Her fingers slid down, across her smooth neck and full breasts, finally resting on the imprisoned girl's lower abdomen.

"Don't you like it?"—She sensed the location of the container. The seal of the Dark Souls remained intact for the time being.

"I like you, because it's you." A slight tremor played in Filianore's voice. "But, I'm a little unwilling. Surtr, can you let me be willful one more time?"

There was a hidden energy reaction within her—yes, Surtr pitied her and wouldn't destroy her body for the sake of imprisonment. This also meant that the crystal that restricted light magic could only work outside her body, rather than turning into sealing stakes that pierced her body and blocked her last remaining ability to resist.

Miss Surtr realized this.

Miss Surtr decided to pretend she didn't see it.

—How capricious... Ha, I'd like to see how cunning Filianore is.

—Well then, let me see what surprises or shocks you have in store for me.

"I can be willful a hundred times, Filianore," she said softly.

The next moment, the piercing hand penetrated deep into the bound Goddess's body, its slender fingers taking the vessel of the Dark Souls into its palm!

And then Filianore's final counterattack came—the next moment, the radiance emanating from the Goddess's body obscured everything the Flame-haired Girl could see.

Miss Surtr opened her eyes. What came into view was a perfectly intact palace.

A familiar palace, a fragile palace. This palace had recently turned to lava as she expanded her size.

This is the palace where Filianore usually resides.

She looked around; the air was peaceful and serene. Outside the palace, however, there was a bustling activity—people, and many people at that. The knights and officials of Oolacile Township were outside the palace. This meant that this was no longer the time of battle she had been in before.

—What does this mean? Time reversal? Or a high-precision illusion space?

She tilted her head, slightly puzzled—she could still feel her own power, but it seemed to be separated by a strange boundary.

—Filianore, what do you want to do?

The Flame-haired maiden hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not act immediately. Instead, she continued to observe her surroundings—she reached out, intending to push open the palace door. The sight of her fingers passing directly through the door made her eyes twitch.

—Can't we directly interfere with matter?

—Interesting. A time gap? Or a world of memories?

She thought to herself, slightly mobilizing her own power but failing to unleash it—she sensed that cracks seemed to have appeared in the world before her. If she released the flames within her, she could immediately return to her original time.

She stopped what she was doing.

The next moment, she heard a familiar voice and sensed approaching footsteps—she didn't flinch. She just stood there watching the door open. And there it was, a familiar yet different face of a young girl appeared before her.

It's Filianore.

Filianore was accompanied by her maid, Hila, who entered the palace with Heila's assistance. However, just as Heila was naturally following her into the main hall, Ferrenor blocked Hila from entering.

"Your Highness?" Her maid looked at her with only doubt in her eyes.

"From today onwards, Hila, you are not allowed to enter my room." She heard Filianore's voice, which was different from the one she had heard not long ago.

Then... the next words made her eyes widen!

"The agreement has been made, and the marriage certificate has just arrived at the First Flame. Be happy for me, Hila. From this day forward, I am that hero's fiancée."

She saw Filianore's expectant smile.

"Surtr, Surtr. What kind of person are you...?"

This is... 14,000 years ago!?

After watching the live stream... thankfully, I'm already in world line β _(:з"∠)_