Xiandre, along with Amelia, Millie, and Fillia, reappeared in a shadowed alleyway within the shattered remains of Grimore.
Beneath the flickering glow of burning buildings, Xiandre bent down to retrieve his armor—teleported alongside them by Amelia. He began fastening each piece onto his bare body with methodical precision.
"You seemed to enjoy yourself back there. Fufu~" Amelia teased, her voice light but edged.
Xiandre paused, glancing at her with a worried look from beneath his helmet. "Did I… hurt you somehow by doing that?"
Amelia stepped closer, placing her hands gently on his cheeks. "No. I don't mind at all. I know you've always had a twisted mind, Xiandre. Besides," she smiled faintly, "I don't care if you fuck or rape other women... as long as you still love me. That's all that matters."
"I'm sorry," Xiandre murmured.
Amelia turned her attention to Fillia, who knelt on the ground, cradling the unconscious Millie in her arms.
"Looks like you've got yourself a pair of pets now," Amelia remarked with a dry chuckle. "How funny."
All around them, the city of Grimore lay in ruin. Screams echoed through the crumbling streets. Flames licked at the sky. The battle between Xiandre and Fillia had turned everything into ash and chaos.
Velmora appeared from the shadows behind them, still in her towering Terror form. Upon spotting the group, she gracefully shifted back to her human guise and stepped forward.
"Looks like your revenge is complete," she said coolly.
"Yeah," Xiandre replied.
"It was mine too, you know," Amelia added. "I went through the same hell he did. Maybe not as brutal, but… he lost his best friend because of these two." She nodded toward Millie and Fillia.
Velmora's eyes flicked to the goddess and the princess. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she took in their naked body and vulnerable state.
"Xiandre… you're more of a pervert than I thought," she said teasingly.
"At least I'm not the one who starts drooling every time she sees me," Xiandre shot back.
"Fufu~ Fair enough," Velmora chuckled as she strolled closer.
A cold wind swept through the alley, rustling debris. Above, the first light of dawn pierced the smoky sky, casting an eerie glow over the destruction.
Velmora reached into her dimensional storage and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties. With a glance at the defeated goddess, she held them out wordlessly.
Fillia slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting Velmora's.
"Take it," Velmora said flatly.
Fillia turned to Xiandre, as if seeking permission. He said nothing—his silence more cutting than any command. With trembling hands, Fillia accepted the garments.
She slowly slips them up her curvy thighs and ass, covering her pussy which is still wet with Xiandre's semen.
Velmora handed a cloak to Fillia, then offered her another pair of panties, a bra, and a second cloak.
"Here. Take this," she said. Then, nodding toward the unconscious girl in Fillia's arms, she added, "Give that to the girl you're holding."
"Thank you," Fillia replied quietly. She slowly began dressing herself, then gently started to clothe Millie, handling her like a fragile doll.
As she tightened the cloak around Millie's small frame, the girl coughed and stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and confused. A moment later, realization struck. She looked around in horror at the scorched ruins of Grimore.
She sat up without a word, her eyes finally meeting Fillia's.
Xiandre stepped out of the alley and onto the broken street, leaving the burning city behind.
The flames were dying out. Smoke coiled into the air as the first light of dawn began to stretch across the sky. The chaos had passed, but the silence that followed was worse. Not many remained alive. Amelia and the others quietly followed behind him.
They all turned to where Xiandre was looking—the rising sun, pale and cold behind drifting clouds.
A chilling breeze swept through the ruined city. The fires hissed as they extinguished, the smoke rising like spirits fleeing the battlefield. Grimore was a ghost city now. Nothing moved—except the flesh-eating birds circling above, descending onto the corpses that littered the streets. Burned, crushed, or simply forgotten.
Xiandre let out a long breath and looked down at his hand.
"What now?" he muttered.
"I've accomplished what I wanted. Is there anything left for me to do? What comes next? My goals… feel empty now. Like the next page of my path is blank."
He turned to look at the girls standing behind him.
"Fillia," Xiandre called.
"Y—yes!" she answered quickly.
"You too, Millie," he said without emotion.
"Yes," Millie responded, eyes still wide with dread.
"I want you two to call me 'Master' from now on. You're nothing more than slaves to me."
"Yes, Master," they both replied in unison, their voices hollow.
"You really do have a crazy mind, Xiandre. Fufu~" Amelia replied with a playful smirk.
"Anyway, is there anything you two want to do now?" Xiandre asked, glancing at both Velmora and Amelia.
"W-Well… there are still a few people I haven't taken revenge on," Amelia said, her tone shifting slightly.
"Really? I thought we already got everyone during the raid," Xiandre replied.
"Yeah, but there were some students who weren't present," she said.
"Oh? And who would those be?"
"Class Blunder. None of them were around," Amelia said.
"I remember now… They weren't there, along with Class Good, Class Best, and Class Excellent," Xiandre added.
"Yeah, ironically it's our own class that we didn't manage to get revenge on," Amelia muttered.
They both turned toward Millie, who quickly straightened up, ready to answer whatever came next.
"Y-Yes, Master?" she said.
"Where are those four classes now?" Xiandre asked.
"I don't know where Alisa is—the one in charge of Class Best—but I did order her and her class to hunt down and eliminate someone called Black Hood," Millie replied.
"Black Hood? Who's that?" Xiandre asked.
"Someone… like you. She crawled out of the depths of Hell and came seeking revenge. Luckily, Father was around at the time. He defeated her, and she ran off," Millie explained.
"I see. What about the other classes? Where are they?"
"Class Good's location is unknown. But Class Blunder and Class Excellent are in the capital of Grimore—where the royal throne sits," she answered.
"The capital? Why are they there?" Xiandre asked.
"After Kaden was dumped in the throne room—traumatized beyond recognition—no one knew what to do with him. So they sent him to the greatest hospital in all of Grimore."
"I see… looks like we have our next destination," Xiandre said coldly.
"Master… my father isn't someone to take lightly. He can destroy countries by himself. Even angels obey him. Only the Seraphims, the Dragon Lord, and the Eldritch God of Profanity are above him," Millie warned.
"Wait, what? There are beings more powerful than him?" Xiandre asked, eyes narrowing.
"There are many," Millie replied. "Some so powerful they can't be described with words. There are the Seven Cultists of Profanity, who serve the Eldritch God. The Seraphims, Cherubs, and Ophanim from the heavens. The Dragon Lord of Eternity, wielder of the Seven Runes of Immortality. And finally, the Divine God of Creation."
"And who's the strongest among them all?" Xiandre asked.
"There are only two contenders: the Eldritch God of Profanity and the Divine God of Creation."
"...Looks like I've underestimated just how strong this world truly is," Xiandre muttered.
His gaze drifted toward Millie. Under her cloak, her undergarments were still exposed. Only a pair of panties and a bra covered her body.
"In our world, slavery was considered one of the worst crimes imaginable. It wasn't normal—it was a sin. A person's life stolen, used for the benefit of someone else. But honestly... if someone's taken countless lives, they've already forfeited their own worth," Xiandre said.
Millie looked down, flustered. But she said nothing—just silently endured his gaze like a pet awaiting a command.
"Millie, where is the capital of Grimore located?" Xiandre asked.
"North from here. But it's far… around 1,440 miles," she answered.
"You can do math?" Xiandre asked with a hint of amusement.
"Yes. As a princess, I was educated from a young age. I'm the eldest—well, second eldest—of six siblings," she replied.
"All that education... now reduced to serving me. What a waste," Xiandre mocked.
"Yeah…" Millie whispered, barely audible.
"So, 1,440 miles… If we walk 8 hours a day, that'll take about two months," Amelia calculated.
"Two months is too long. If we push for 12 hours a day, we can probably make it in 40 days," Xiandre suggested.
"We still need to consider supplies—food, clothing, shelter. We'll be crossing wilderness," Velmora added.
"Seriously, is anyone here not immortal?" Xiandre asked.
"Me," Amelia said, raising her hand.
"Wait, don't you have death powers or something?" Xiandre asked.
"Yeah, but I still need rest. My stamina isn't infinite…" she replied.
"Alright, fair point," Xiandre acknowledged.
"I can handle clothing," Velmora chimed in. "I have plenty in my dimensional storage. Remember—I used to own a clothing shop."
"What about shelter?" Xiandre asked.
"I've got that too," she replied, opening her dimensional storage and pulling out several tents.
"...How do you have all this? And how big is that storage, exactly?" Xiandre asked in disbelief.
"As long as it's made of cloth, I can store it," she said with a grin. "And the space? Probably the size of a large wardrobe closet."
"So your storage is specialized… only for clothes?"
"That's right."
Back in the castle, Hikaru sat silently on the broken wall, his body numb, his eyes vacant.
Watching the one he loved suffer and be humiliated in front of him was something no part of him could process. The pain twisted deeper than any wound.
Queen Alina struggled to stand, her body slowly regenerating as the divine energies of the angels within her began to mend her broken form. Her breath was ragged. She turned her head toward the staircase, where distant footsteps echoed—rapid, urgent.
Suddenly, among the lifeless bodies of fallen royal knights, one stirred.
Alina and Hikaru turned sharply toward the movement. A girl slowly rose—bleeding, battered, her head matted with blood. Her eyes blinked in confusion, fear laced in every glance.
"Xyrene!" Hikaru shouted, his heart lurching.
The girl looked up, startled by the sound of her name. She stared at Hikaru, trembling.
"Who… who are you?!" she cried, backing away.
"What are you talking about?! It's me—Hikaru! Your classmate, your class president!"
Xyrene covered her head, collapsing to her knees. "I don't know you… please, don't hurt me!"
Alina's eyes narrowed as realization dawned. She stepped forward.
"What's the last thing you remember?" she asked gently.
Xyrene looked up with wide, trembling eyes. "I… I don't know. Everything is blank…"
Alina sighed. "She must've hit her head too hard—severe memory loss. Amnesia."
"Dammit!" Hikaru growled, but his limbs were still paralyzed by Xiandre's lingering spell. Rage seethed in his eyes, helplessness eating away at him.
Then, heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs. A man emerged through the bloodied smoke, pausing at the top step.
Everyone's gaze shifted toward him.
Alina's eyes widened. "Malakas… The Platinum Adventurer. Are there any survivors?"
The tall man nodded slowly. "Some. But most are either dead or too injured to fight."
"Did anyone send for help? From the nearby kingdom—the one ruled by my sons, Prince Shibu and Prince Bakla?" she asked, voice strained.
Malakas nodded. "I believe so. Didn't you issue that order just before the battle?"
Alina closed her eyes, recalling the moment. "Yes… You're right."
She looked out at the ruined castle. "The war ahead will be worse than this. I can feel it."
Malakas clenched his fists, eyes burning with fury. "Whoever caused this… I'll make them pay."
"Her name was Amelia," Hikaru said coldly.
Malakas turned his gaze to the restrained Hikaru slumped against the wall. With a smug grin, he walked over and crouched in front of him, meeting him eye to eye.
"And who exactly are you supposed to be?" he asked.
"Hikaru Lamour," Hikaru replied coldly. "And I want vengeance. Against every last one of them."
Malakas smirked. "Vengeance, huh? The name's Malakas Aydipala. Platinum-ranked Adventurer... or what's left of one."
He leaned in slightly. "You said her name was Amelia? Then I'll make her suffer. Slowly. I'll rape and kill her. She'll know pain like she's never imagined."
Hikaru's eyes burned with rage. "And Xiandre... for what he did to the princess, I'll make sure to cut off his dick for raping and enslaving her."
Malakas chuckled darkly. "Heh. Sounds like we've both got the same kind of rage burning inside us."
He extended his hand. "What do you say? You and me—let's tear them apart. No mercy. No forgiveness."
Hikaru stared at the hand for a moment… then nodded, a grim smile spreading across his face.
"Deal but sorry I can't take your hand my limbs are temporaryly paralyzed by Xiandre."