Later, for revenge, she became a bishop, then a Cardinal, killing everyone who had ever wronged her. All those despicable people perished in flames, dying amid humanity’s curses and spittle. She joined the magic academy, became an instructor, and participated in several wars against the Demon Race—
Finally, she became the world’s pinnacle archmage, eternally youthful, hailed by the world as the “Head of the Seven Divine Sages,” and later, the Great Sage.
Emptiness.
Everything was meaningless.
After realizing she was the strongest, she found almost no one in the world could surpass her.
From then on, she indulged in pleasing herself.
All things appeared illusory and unreal to her, so she only did what she liked.
…
“Naive!”
The Great Sage Molly laughed:
“Avira, you’re truly a pitiable existence.”
“Fate is already decided—why resist?”
“All your efforts are like moths to a flame, ignorant and fleeting. The beauty blooms only in the most dazzling instant, not even matching the gorgeous fireworks under the morning star.”
She cackled wildly, her gentle mask fully discarded:
“Undead magic is merely the weakest of the thirteen attributes I command, but do you know why I use it? I love seeing that look on your faces—striving to the end only to witness despair. You, the Demon King, Oleniya—all of you!”
The Great Sage snapped her fingers.
【Ice Storm Nova】
【Earth Vein Resonance】
【Vacuum Wind Blades】
Chilling air slowly gathered, forming a frigid sun in the sky. Everywhere the blue light touched froze into frost.
The ground wailed in agony as countless spikes erupted from it, encased in ice—the forest instantly became an icy plain.
Invisible vacuum shields appeared around the Great Sage, shattering explosively. With a wave of her hand, the fragments turned into green wind blades that effortlessly sliced through the ice spikes, shaving off the corner of the mountain behind Avira.
Avira’s wings and figure were instantly engulfed. The Great Sage could clearly hear the sound of the 【Silver Feathers】 breaking.
“Not enough~!”
【Star Prophecy】
Molly reached out as if plucking a star.
With a swing of her hand, the heavens turned orange-red, swallowing even the ice-blue sun in a wave of heat.
A flaming meteor crashed down from the sky!
The meteor, the size of a city tower, obliterated everything within five kilometers upon impact. Shockwaves uprooted trees, and gales raged through the air.
Flames cast the Great Sage’s shadow; she stood with legs together, her long skirt fluttering slightly as she caressed her cheek.
Another 【Silver Feather】 shattered.
“You actually have four 【Silver Feathers】 now!”
“But that’s still not enough!”
To manufacture despair.
Molly conjured 【Silver Feathers】 with holy light—golden feathers, unrelated to the Saintess’s power, but replicated perfectly through her supreme control.
The difference: she wielded the equivalent of seven.
She did this merely to humiliate Avira.
“What you’re good at, I’m better. What you’re not, I master completely.”
She summoned three golden feathers into her hand, transforming them into a longsword. Sneering, she flew to Avira’s position and slashed down.
Another 【Silver Feather】 shattered.
Molly sensed it—this was Avira’s last Silver Feather. Her abilities matched those of previous Saintesses perfectly.
“Guess what? Before dying, Oleniya begged me to spare her sister. Before you die, will you beg me to spare the Demon King?”
In other words, without the Silver Feathers, she had lost her combat ability.
Avira had indeed nearly lost consciousness, floating in the air only thanks to her black wings preventing a fall into the molten ground.
The Great Sage produced the Golden Crown and a second golden Sacrificial Dagger.
“Now, die!”
She flew to the side of the exquisite “angel,” preparing to plunge the dagger into her heart.
With this, her goal would be achieved.
“Why not become mine and achieve eternal immortality when loss was inevitable anyway?”
The Holy Church’s Saintess—their most precious asset—would be in her grasp.
She thrust viciously… only to feel as if she’d struck steel!
She had clearly pierced Avira’s heart—how was this possible?
And at that moment, Avira opened her eyes.
She was calm, as if she’d been merely playing with Ophitia all along.
Her crimson eyes fixed on Molly.
“Is it my turn now, Miss Molly?”
Only then did the Great Sage realize it was the Demon King’s 【Crystal Dragon Scales】.
The hardest substance.
Had Avira fully become a familiar?! No—it was something Ophitia had left on her!
“If you don’t escape now, there won’t be a chance.”
Avira said softly.
Truth be told, facing the Great Sage, she hadn’t felt tense at all.
Because she had already killed her once with her own hands.
She even knew exactly what this pitiable existence, Molly, feared most.
Of course, Molly wasn’t wrong.
She had merely underestimated the Saintess—underestimated this being capable of sealing the Demon King.
“【Nirvana】”
Deep blue light flickered over Avira, then bloomed into silver-white, like a silver flower unfurling in a beautiful nebula.
Nirvana—when all four Silver Feathers break and another attack lands without causing death, it grants immunity to 80% of attacks that shatter Silver Feathers, instantly restores all Silver Feathers, briefly triples power, and increases the Silver Feather limit by one.
Silver light briefly gleamed on her black wings before being swallowed by the darkness.
Seeing the Great Sage hadn’t fled, Avira seized her by the throat.
“Urk! Cough… you—!”
“I told you, Molly. Escape now, or there won’t be a chance.”
