Round Two Ends. Round Three-An Even Fiercer and More Spectacular Battle Among the Gods-Begins Now! (Continued)

Rhine was also relieved.

Rhine: "You finally made it."

Thea Constance nodded. "Your Highness, next time you're in danger, please notify me right away."

Thea Constance: "Judging whether you need help solely by remotely monitoring your physical condition isn't always accurate."

Rhine gave a wry smile and shook his head, indicating that wasn't what had happened at all.

It's not like everyone can ignore an ancient dragon's barrier and send messages normally between two worlds the way you can.

Thea Constance asked again, "Your Highness, did you provoke Laita's Grand Tutor?"

"Sort of, but you don't need to worry about her."

Rhine said, "Let's help Hela defeat that ancient dragon."

"Understood."

Thea Constance nodded calmly and prepared to act as Rhine had instructed.

"Wait."

Rhine took out the nameless Golden Sword. "This is for you. A gift."

"Hm?"

Thea Constance looked at the golden sword Rhine held out to her.

For some reason,

The sword gave her a sense of déjà vu...

Thea Constance reached out to take it.

But just then,

A powerful force clamped down on the Golden Sword and roughly knocked Thea Constance's hand away.

The Golden Sword had been seized by someone else first.

The source of that power

was the Grand Tutor!

"Hey! Rhine Hain!"

For the first time, alarm appeared in the Grand Tutor's eyes.

"Why are you giving her that sword?"

"Do you really think she can use it?!"

"Are you serious?!"

Clearly,

the Grand Tutor knew the origins of this nameless Golden Sword, too.

Someone who wasn't an ancient dragon had not only ignored the powerful barrier created by one,

but was now going to wield that supreme legacy!

A terrifying suspicion

began to take shape.

At the same time, the Demigod's wills seemed to have sensed some terrifying presence. They roared frantically in the Grand Tutor's mind, desperately warning her.

[Don't let that woman get the sword!!]

The next moment,

the Demigod's projection appeared behind the Grand Tutor of its own accord.

The grotesque, deformed fallen god revealed its strange upper body. Now it was giving the Grand Tutor everything it had, fighting for control of the Golden Sword.

Not to take the sword,

but to keep it out of Constance's hands!

Rhine: "This is bad."

Seeing the Grand Tutor looking as if she were facing a great enemy,

Rhine knew.

The Grand Tutor had already guessed Constance's identity.

Unfortunately, the Grand Tutor was simply too powerful. Constance had no way to fight her.

The Golden Sword hung in midair under the Grand Tutor's control. No matter what Constance did, she couldn't get hold of it.

Rhine had to find a way to wrest the Golden Sword back from the Grand Tutor.

Rhine: "Olivia!"

"I'm here~ Oh, I've been wondering when you'd call for me."

Olivia's cheerful voice rang out.

"Right now, I'm watching your performance while eating petals in the Nether Realm, so I've got plenty of time."

Olivia chuckled. "Need something?"

"I need your help!"

Rhine said, "Strengthen my eyes!"

"Oh?" Olivia raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

A knowing smile appeared on Rhine's face.

"Olivia, tell me, do you know what's more fun than messing up your own demigod?"

Olivia said with a wicked grin,

"Why, messing up someone else's demigod, of course!!"

The two were in perfect agreement!

Olivia sent Rhine the blessing he wanted.

The blessing stored in Rhine's eyes began to surge wildly,

until at last,

the power of the Blessed Dragon Pupil reached its absolute limit, then grew several times stronger still!

That gaze, infused with the ultimate power of enchantment, fell upon the Grand Tutor.

Even the Grand Tutor, a living Law God Mechanism harboring the power of a Demigod, was instantly stunned by its beauty!

The Grand Tutor stared at Rhine's eyes in disbelief, as if bewitched, unable to look away.

At that moment,

within those beautiful, starry eyes, radiant as a galaxy,

the Grand Tutor seemed to see...

her future husband.

Right now!!

Seizing the instant the Grand Tutor faltered and lost focus,

Constance gripped the Golden Sword!

In an instant, the Golden Sword erupted with a soul-stirring radiance.

That vast divine might blazed to life once more!

The great relic from time immemorial began to sing a sacred hymn to the gods!

The mighty force that had ruled the earth since ancient times descended upon the mortal world once more!!

"Your Highness, let's go!"

Constance took Rhine's hand and led him, racing toward Obadiah.

At that moment,

Obadiah was gleefully pummeling Hela and the two puppets.

A mere demigod was so easy to bully.

Even in the middle of shedding his skin, with one tail and one wing severed and a hole pierced through his chest...

Obadiah could still make short work of a demigod.

The pressure of the barrier kept battering Hela's body.

The scorching dragon's breath came close to burning her to a crisp again and again.

By now, Hela and the puppets were at the end of their strength, trapped in a desperate situation.

But suddenly, they looked up and saw a magnificent sight.

On the far side of the abyss, golden flames roared into the sky.

The brilliant blaze seemed to rewrite the rules of the world, bathing everything Hela could see in dazzling light.

The golden flames swallowed all the fighting and conflict.

It was like a dream...

In an instant, they crossed a thousand miles and pierced the ancient dragon's vital point.

The golden flames burned at their fullest, becoming an absolute authority that could not be defied. They locked onto Obadiah, then—EXECUTION!!

By the time Hela came to her senses,

Constance was already holding the nameless Golden Sword, its blade having torn through Obadiah's heart.

The world fell utterly silent.

Obadiah had been struck in a vital spot by a single sword thrust.

Amid the brilliant light of every color,

Obadiah's life finally reached its end.

Yet now, he felt neither anger nor regret.

If anything, all he felt was gratitude...

He saw Thea Constance holding the sacred relic of a great being, tearing open space, summoning golden flames, and burning him away...

In a daze,

Obadiah felt as though he had returned to the glorious age his ancestors had described, when gods and ancient dragons had lived side by side.

A tear slipped from the dragon's eye.

"Ah... so it was you..."

"Our Master..."

"Have you come to take me with you?"

"Then... I shall do as you wish..."

Obadiah peacefully closed his eyes, as if falling asleep, and accepted his end.

At last,

everything dissolved into golden radiance, a dazzling, dreamlike light.

The ancient dragon was dead.

The outcome was decided.

The Golden Sword in Constance's hand

brought the battle to a close.