The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 150

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150.
Lillian parted her lips, drawing in a deep breath before letting it out.
“Haah…….”
The world spun for a moment.
Ren kissed her as if his life depended on it, urgent and desperate.
Lillian’s mouth seemed insufficient—he grasped her jaw, pressing deeper still.
Each time their lips parted and met again, a sharp pang rang through her head.
As he drove forward with relentless intensity, her mind went bleached and distant.
Her strength drained away—she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough air.
……Wait.
It was really draining.
While kissing her, this man was Annihilating the vitality from her body.
He could erase even that?
Lillian went limp in Ren’s arms like a waterlogged rag.
“……Stay here.”
“Ugh……. Ah…….”
“You’ll hate me when I come back.”
But there was no help for it. He muttered this to himself, then carefully laid Lillian—gasping for breath—upon a nearby chair.
Her vision blurred steadily.
“Ren.”
Lillian reached out her hand.
But it moved sluggishly, as if she were thrashing through water.
He was leaving her.
“Ren……!”
He drained all her strength to face Evren alone?
‘He must be prepared to confront Evren.’
Lillian squeezed out the last ounce of her power.
To retrieve the Communication Artifact hidden inside her coat…….
Having anticipated this crisis, she’d prepared allies beforehand…….
“Ngh.”
She sent an emergency signal, and moments later, the door burst open with a thunderous crash.
“Miss!”
“Child!”
Lord Elias and Duke Baltazar rushed to her side, supporting her.
Noah, her final collaborator, entered the room.
“Miss Lillian, I am truly sorry.”
The sound of him clenching his teeth was audible.
If this went wrong, he’d dislocate his jaw.
“My preparation was insufficient—”
“No, that’s not your fault…….”
In truth, they’d done everything the Holy Knights could arrange.
A barrier erected by fifteen elite Holy Knights.
Fifty-one defensive Sacred Relics unused since five hundred years prior and never disclosed to the public.
Even thirteen Sacred Techniques that only the Grand Cleric could employ.
She’d squeezed dry every resource her own abilities could provide.
No wonder Noah had asked her:
‘……Are we preparing for a Holy War, Miss Lillian?’
They were preparing for something far more dire than any Holy War.
‘Would we really need to expend this much power just to face Kail?’
It was Evren she truly feared.
……Though after what she’d witnessed at Tillard Manor, she’d half-suspected such preparations would prove ineffective anyway.
“So what’s the situation outside now……?”
“……The one who appeared has declared himself to be the true Crown Prince. And——”
Lord Elias’s expression grew deeply uncomfortable.
“He claims to be the true companion of the Miss.”
“…….”
“……That is what he says, Miss.”
Everyone’s gaze turned to Lillian.
Lillian averted her eyes as much as possible.
Why had the Creator God sent her not one but two unmanageable men…….
But lamenting an unanswerable question was a luxury for later.
‘I need to manage this.’
With a method to stop both of them simultaneously.
* * *
After a moment of primal terror had passed through the crowd.
“What in the world is happening……?”
Whispers scattered through the spectator seats, voices lowered.
“Two Crown Princes!?”
“How is this even possible?”
“The one over there—he defeated the Second Prince——!”
Whether the Second Prince lived or died.
Evren cared nothing for what he could no longer see with his own eyes.
He was waiting for the silver-haired man emerging from the black hole-like passage.
From shadow into light…….
‘So Lillian calls him Ren.’
The Evren of this timeline was coming.
He remembered Lillian’s words as she was carried away in that man’s arms.
‘What will you do?’
The answer was already clear.
I’ll have you all to myself and try to live in this world.
Evren murmured.
“Lillian once said she prefers the one who wins.”
Back when you didn’t exist, when the two of us were together.
“……So let’s settle this here.”
And the moment both men raised their hands——
Bang!
A deafening boom echoed through the entire building, and spectators screamed, clutching the railings.
Ordinarily, Annihilation was a soundless power.
But when the two men’s forces collided, shards of fractured Ability exploded outward with a violent roar.
Everywhere the fragments scattered, the world erased as if touched by whiteness.
“……Mm.”
Evren’s left eye narrowed.
A shard had carved a long wound from his left eye down to his jaw.
He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and laughed.
The scar faded instantly.
But blood still seeping from the split left side of his face traced a mark across his features.
‘My power should have the advantage.’
I have centuries rotting away in Distortion behind me.
‘And I can’t directly interfere with that bastard’s soul anymore…….’
He stared at the face that smiled with narrowed eyes.
The deep green eyes were staining red as blood seeped in.
“My, my.”
Evren mocked him.
“Have you resorted to Dark Magic?”
Ren laughed with unfocused eyes, blurred and hollow.
Like a god’s twisted monster.
* * *
Earlier, someone named Markus had fussed at Ren irritatingly.
‘Won’t you be in terrible pain?’
Ren recalled that petty concern and could only snort in amusement…….
Even his own laughter sounded slightly bestial to his ears, which was darkly amusing.
‘After experimenting on an Ability User, no less.’
‘Hmm, well——’
‘You were probably human once too, weren’t you?’
‘……!’
‘Judging by what you’ve become, the experiment didn’t go very well.’
Since the people of the Empire had seen him in this state, his future would be somewhat troublesome.
But did they matter?
‘What matters is Lillian.’
Though she’ll hate me now, he thought. It seemed she’d only stood by him out of loyalty rather than love.
‘She endured seeing my Mark—and now this.’
Crack.
Strange sounds echoed from his blood vessels.
The monsterification driven by an Ability User’s life force was advancing.
But he felt no regret.
His mind held only the thought of bringing excruciating death to the man before him.
‘The one Lillian loves……’
I have to kill him now.
‘But don’t worry, Lillian.’
I’ve made certain ‘arrangements’ to ensure you don’t suffer a scratch…….
‘Even if I kill that bastard.’
Then eyes of death froze into ice as they descended.
Another deafening boom tore through the arena.
The Sacred Barrier the Holy Knights had desperately maintained barely held, but——
“Ahhhhh!”
“Gasp……!”
The Ability pressure created by the barrier’s impact.
More than that, the very oppressive force radiating from both men.
People began losing consciousness as if gravity itself were bending their heads backward.
‘If they all die, that’s a problem.’
He needed to maintain an adequate number of witnesses for Lillian’s sake.
So let this be the end.
Both men had the same thought simultaneously.
Just before they could deliver the fatal blow to each other’s necks.
“Stop it! Now!”
The only being with true meaning called out as the barrier dissolved.
* * *
“This is…….”
Desolation.
Beyond words to describe.
So many trials overcome just to reach this point.
So very many.
A contest to decide the Crown Prince’s seat…….
At first, she’d planned a simple tactic—exile herself, strike, and retreat.
Lillian had wanted nothing particular from this venue.
But watching the Villain shine in the light among others, living well with them, she’d begun to covet it.
‘And then the two of them start this?’
Trying to actually kill each other?
Bloodied and disheveled like this, in plain sight of all the Empire’s people?
“You two.”
Lillian glared at them both in turn, her voice heavy with resentment.
She knew begging them to stop, crying out—none of it would work.
They could be affectionate when they chose, but that stubbornness would never yield.
Yet if Lillian herself grew angry, she could be more frightening than anyone.
“I’m not letting either of you off easy.”
She remembered when Divine Punishment struck Caspian.
She’d deliberately guided him toward it, knowing she risked being caught by the blast and burned herself.
Lillian withdrew the Torch she’d recently acquired.
And swung it down with all her strength toward the Mark on her own neck.

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