Seraphine’s lips trembled as she heard Louis’ voice.

“BEG ME FOR MERCY. BEG!”

“A-Ah…! Ahh? P-Please? Please have mercy? Please—GYAAAAAHH!”

Before she could finish, Louis tore her limbs apart one by one with his massive claws, torturing her slowly.

“I CANNOT HEAR YOU~”

“Please forgive me! PLEASE FORGIVE ME, OH GREAT DIVINE DRAGON GOD!!! AAAAHHH! AAAHHHH!”

Yet Louis demanded she beg louder as he ripped her body and soul to pieces. He lifted her, tore into her, bit down slowly.

Chewing while she screamed in absolute terror.

“AAAAAHHH! AAAAAGGGHHHH! PLEASE…! KILL ME! KILL ME…! HAVE MERCYYYY!”

“Huhu… Hahah… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! MERCY? OOOHHH? ARE YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN YOU PREFER DEATH? AW, POOR LITTLE THING! AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”

Unlike the righteous, virtuous dragons of Yggdrasil, Louis was the complete opposite.

The only comparison a Yggdrasil dragon might draw was to an Ancient Evil Vampire Dragon like Sangre, who delighted in torturing and devouring the innocent.

“Eeeek! Ueeehh…! Aaahhh…”

Seraphine broke down completely, crying like a frightened child. Her mental defenses shattered. Even Mirai began to feel a pang of pity and opened her mouth to tell Louis to finish her quickly—but…

“Ah, aren’t you a cruel prince, Lord Louis?”

“…?”

“…?!”

A strange voice echoed from somewhere, the raspy tone of an old, wise man.

Everyone looked upward as a warped presence appeared.

A large hole tore open in the Fantasy Field, leading to another place entirely.

Three figures clad in black-and-red military uniforms stepped through, black leather hats, black boots.

The tallest stood at the center: a nearly three-meter-tall slender man. His face was not human but a mass of twisting branches with tiny hands made of writhing shadows. A skull mask covered what should have been a face. No skin, just the same black substance. Long claws gripped a cane topped with a skull.

To his left stood a young-looking man with short dark-gray hair, tired red eyes, and a red scarf covering his mouth. Long black-and-red fly-like wings sprouted from his back, and a dark-red scorpion tail swayed behind him.

To the right was a beautiful, tall woman with pale skin, long dark-purple hair, cockroach-like black antennae, and gleaming red eyes. Several twitching cockroach legs adorned her dress.

“Hoh, to think you would come for this pitiful child, Dogs of the Fly.”

Somehow Louis recognized them, the mysterious figures who had slipped into his Fantasy Domain to retrieve Seraphine.

“Oh, you know us? Well, this is a surprise,” the central man spoke. “Now please, awakened dragon god, would you kindly hand Seraphine over? We swear she will trouble you no longer.”

Louis stared at them, golden eyes narrowing. Seraphine was barely alive—just a torso and head. Even that was incomplete; the lower half had been slowly gnawed and eaten in his fit of wicked rage.

He studied all three, drawing on William’s memories of the game. He had never met them personally, but that soul knew a great deal about these “villains” and a few others.

The Order of the Fly was one of the most infamous antagonistic factions in the Sinners Academy arc of Love at the End of the World. As part of the Vultarn High Dominion Inner Circle, they were a special unit of extraordinarily powerful individuals handpicked by their Emperor.

The Inner Circle comprised three Orders. The Order of the Fly was the most notorious; the other two were far more secretive, composed of honorable knights and sorcerers instead of… these monsters.

The Third Malevolent Fly: Lord Virethorn, the Root of Judgment, Executor of Heretics.

The Fourth Malevolent Fly: Lady Vermiss, the Gilded Infestation, Mistress of Infiltration and Contagion.

The Fifth Malevolent Fly: Sir Scorvane, the Red Mandate, Enforcer of Purity.

All three were monstrously powerful Spiralwalkers and Fractured, while also being Sinners. They were the “magnum opus” of the Vultarn High Dominion—living bioweapons crafted through wicked experiments.

They were half-Grievances, possessed Incarnations and Spiralwalker Abilities, and some were Espers as well, hybrids or chimeras born from genetic manipulation using various Fantasy World races.

Seraphine had been one of their “Little Maggots”, a low-ranking member who had not yet earned a Malevolent Fly title.

Louis knew one thing they all shared.

“Archdemon blood courses through your veins, right?” he asked boldly.

The trio fell silent for a moment, exchanging glances before nodding with faint smiles.

“Well, you seem to know a great deal. We are flabbergasted,” Lord Virethorn said. “But perhaps my appearance gave it away?”

“Lord Virethorn, we are not here to negotiate,” Lady Vermiss stated coldly. “At the very least, we must secure her soul…”

“And what if I eat her right now?” Louis asked, opening his jaws in a wicked grin. “What if I kill her and devour her soul? What then?”

Their demonic auras surged violently, warping space. Three mysterious Incarnation silhouettes manifested behind them.

“Ooh, scary.”

Louis chuckled. His body grew larger and larger as he began absorbing his entire Fantasy Domain into himself, turning it into his dragon form.

“Are you willing to die for this pitiful thing?”

Lord Virethorn gazed back with gleaming black eyes beneath his skull mask, branches squirming. “Are you, Prince Louis?”

Mirai felt the suffocating tension in the air and swallowed hard, quietly absorbing Fantasium Cores to recover her strength.

However…

“Hah, let’s have a good relationship from now on, shall we?” Louis smiled warmly and offered Seraphine to them.

The three Malevolent Fly Lords nodded, extending their hands to retrieve her.

However…

CRASH!

“…!”

“…?”

“…?!”

Before their eyes, Louis crushed her entire body with his giant claws. Her soul screamed in agony as black cursed flames consumed her.

“GYYAAAAHHHHHH!”

In front of their stunned faces, Seraphine perished.

Louis smirked, baring sharp teeth as his power surged dramatically. Bright light erupted everywhere; pillars of salt and holy radiance rose around him.

“Her soul was incinerated by my Hollow Flame. Don’t worry—whatever secrets she held never reached me. I have another information broker who told me everything about you, little dogs of the fly. Now go. Your concerns have been taken care of.”

“Hah… Hahah…” Virethorn began laughing. His aura warped into a dark, abyssal forest of curses and agony. “I suppose this isn’t a bad time of day to hunt a lizard, hm?”

“You will pay for this…” Scorvane muttered, quiet rage building as his scorpion tail lengthened enormously.

“Fufu, perhaps we should lay waste to what remains of your kingdom?” Vermiss mused, her dark shadow aura splitting into a massive swarm of insects.

“No, I don’t think you will,” Louis replied.

As he spoke, Mirai rose into the air.

But she was not alone.

A blue-skinned elf appeared, gripping a divine ice sword.

Beside her stood the strongest spiritual druid, accompanied by hundreds of spirits.

The King of Frostbane and Helena were present as well, radiating immense psychic power.

Catrise had arrived with the Order of the Holy Dragon Mother—golden-armored war priests prepared for battle.

And Zorba towered behind them, standing atop a gigantic skeleton monster surrounded by an army of hundreds of Undead, all former Vultarn High Dominion soldiers.

“What do you think? Do we look weak to you?” Louis asked. “If we all fight together with our lives on the line, there’s no guarantee any of you will leave this place alive. Some of us may die—but we’re prepared. Are YOU prepared to die, I wonder?”

The Malevolent Fly Lords surveyed their enemies, hoping they would find them weakened. Instead they found every fighter overflowing with Magic and Fantasium.

In the time since the battle began, everyone had absorbed the Fantasium Cores or Tonics Louis had distributed—or that Gustaf had retrieved from storage.

Gustaf and Helena were now joined by several agents and scientists from the lower floors who had finally been informed. At least thirty additional Espers stood with them.

And more were arriving. Gustaf’s brother had just sent word—they were already on the lower floors and heading up, arriving just in time.

The Malevolent Fly Lords calculated the odds. When they sensed Eduard, Althea, Stella, Stone, and the Shackled Saint among the reinforcements, they immediately took a step back.

More and more agents continued to teleport in from across the world, answering the call—late, but here.

Louis had bought them all precious time. He had deliberately delayed killing Seraphine until now because he knew they would come for her.

He had stalled—and tortured her—partly because he enjoyed it.

“That portal over there…” Eduard stepped forward, expanding his Fantasy Domain. Giant pillars of electro-domestics surged upward; circuits spread across the ground. “Are you going to call for backup? We could just as easily use it to invade your lands instead. Or we could play it safe and… I could send a few nukes, hm?”

“…?!”

The Lords watched in stunned silence as a colossal pillar of metallic components assembled itself into a giant missile, loaded with a Fantasium core brimming with power comparable to a nuclear warhead.

“How about we find out what happens when a few of these drop right in the middle of your headquarters? Scorched earth. Is that what you want? If you came here to put us down, we’re dragging your entire kingdom with us.”

The air grew thick with suffocating tension after Eduard delivered those chilling words.

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