Vilan looked back at the severely injured Rosasys, not hesitating for even a second as she raised her hand and unleashed the power of her Moon Authority.
Having just inherited her mother’s legacy, the power of Authority and magic within her was nearly overflowing.
These scum who bullied Rosasys were perfect for Vilan to vent her rage upon.
As her fingertip rose, countless silver beams materialized out of thin air, sweeping instantly toward everyone present except Rosasys.
The countless silver moonbeams were like the King’s Treasury, endless and inexhaustible.
The dark temple was instantly illuminated by moonlight.
It wasn’t just punishment for those who bullied Rosasys, but a sweeping purge of all the new students present.
Otherwise, when Seleste came out, she would receive the same treatment.
There was no way Vilan would let that guy steal the first-place resources.
“What is this!”
“Heavens!”
“……”
Those lacking in strength were instantly melted by the moonlight as the beams swept over them.
Among the crowd, there were also those who withstood Vilan’s attack.
Vilan noticed a Bandaged Cloakman whose wounds regrew and sprouted tentacles no matter how the beams pierced him.
Meanwhile, Saintess Eniya stood calm, holy light rippling from her staff as a strange brilliance emanated, firmly blocking Vilan’s beams.
“Everyone, please stay behind me.”
At her call, several girls pressed close to her, a golden barrier instantly enveloping them.
Amidst the countless beams, a white shadow darted and danced, easily dodging Vilan’s attacks with agile leaps.
She landed on the ground, her wolf tail wagging excitedly, and her exquisite face radiated eager anticipation.
“Such a powerful prey, so much stronger than before! I must conquer her!”
In the corner, Gloria gripped her Blood Scythe, appearing unconcerned by Vilan’s attack.
Though only a few beams came her way, she deflected them effortlessly.
She raised her eyes to gaze at the mysterious Vilan.
“The rumored Banshee Princess really did appear.”
“So beautiful, and she smells like cake. I want to taste her so badly♥”
Gloria pressed a finger to her lips, her legs squeezing together, unable to bear the presence of such delicious prey.
Even Gasoco was fending off attacks while protecting several others.
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The more Vilan watched, the angrier she became.
Why were these supposed kind-hearted people not helping their own sister when she was bullied, but so eager to help others when she fought back?
And Gloria, in the corner, leering with those eyes—did she think Vilan couldn’t see her?
With a thought, Arcana instantly constructed itself.
Ever since her Succubus blood awakened, Vilan only needed a thought to unleash Arcana.
She also infused Moon Authority into “Strike”, causing countless starlight beams to fall like a meteor shower, with crescent moon blades swirling around, truly fitting the phrase “tempest of wind and rain”.
Gloria felt the pressure multiply, looking at Vilan in surprise.
“Did little cake sense my desire? Hmph, paying so much attention to me.”
Vilan’s attacks against her were five times stronger than against others.
Who told this girl to act completely unfazed and look at her with those eyes?
“Narcissist.”
Vilan couldn’t be bothered with her, focusing her power to instantly clear out the small fry.
“Saintess…”
“Young master Doro, I…”
“……”
Those protected by others clearly weren’t going to be spared by Vilan, either.
Scanning the dozen or so students present, she noted their strength.
If they fought seriously, it was hard to say who would win.
She paused her assault.
Turning back to the stunned Rosasys.
“Are you alright?”
Vilan took a small step forward, rubbing Rosasys’s head.
“Ah? Um, thank you, big sister. But…who are you?”
Rosasys’s words made Vilan realize she wasn’t in her original male form anymore.
She fell silent for a moment, hesitating to speak.
But realizing she probably could never return to her old self, and would remain a woman from now on, she decided to be honest.
“I’m your brother.”
“Ah?”
“Ah!”
Rosasys stared at Vilan in disbelief.
At such close range, she could see Vilan’s enchanting face clearly.
While she had always felt the touch on her head was as gentle as her brother’s, she’d never imagined the two could be the same person.
After all, it was too shocking.
“Shh…”
“This is my true form. There are things I’ll tell you later. For now, just call me Sister Vilandale.”
Vilan smiled softly, tapping Rosasys’s lips with her fingertip. Instantly, Rosasys’s face turned bright red.
“Mm, sister.”
Rosasys’s heart pounded.
She felt an emotion she’d never experienced with her brother before—a longing to cling tightly to her sister.
“Sister…Vilandale…sister…”
Rosasys mumbled, and Vilan chuckled, thinking the little one’s brain must not have processed it yet.
She ruffled Rosasys’s hair again, sighing inwardly.
From now on, she was probably just Vilandale.
Her gaze returned to Gloria and the others.
Though they were numerous, none seemed willing to cross Vilandale.
The Bandaged Cloakman seemed to sense nothing more could be gained here and turned to leave, taking several others with him.
With Vilandale standing her ground, soon only Eniya, Gloria, and an unfamiliar wolf girl remained.
Vilandale guessed the wolf girl was one of the heroines, too. Good grief, except for the Elf Princess and Ghost Queen, all the heroines were here.
“Hmph, a bunch of cowards. Just watch this Princess!”
The wolf girl leapt forward confidently.
“Prey, I acknowledge you! Remember, the hunter who hunts you is me—Princess of the Beasts, Kelosha!”
Kelosha had a proud figure, wearing shorts that accentuated her long legs.
Her top was torn in many places, exposing pale skin beneath white fur.
The sight was oddly charming.
But in the game, she’d seemed airheaded, and now she seemed even more foolish.
Vilandale really didn’t want to fight this idiot.
In the story, Seleste had beaten her once, leading Kelosha to chase her everywhere.
Brilliant light danced at her fingertip.
As Kelosha drew near, moonlight gathered and trapped her like a ball.
Vilandale waved her hand, sending the moonlight sphere carrying Kelosha away.
“Coward! Coward! Prey, I’ll come to conquer you sooner or later!”
Kelosha raged helplessly as Vilandale tossed her out of the Remnants.
Now only Eniya and Gloria remained.
Vilandale had no more interest in them and was about to pull Rosasys away.
“Miss, may Eniya have a word with you?”
Unexpectedly, Eniya stepped forward, her gentle gaze sincere.
Before Vilandale could refuse, Gloria cut in.
“Eniya, what could you possibly say to her? Let me do it. Miss Cake, can we be friends?”
Gloria smiled, restraining her desire with difficulty.
“You…”
“No, Gloria, don’t make trouble. I sought out this Succubus lady because of the prophecy—”
Before Eniya could finish, the large door between them burst open.
A powerful wind swept past Vilandale, blowing into the chamber.
A brilliant light flared, matching the gentle glow on Vilandale’s body.
In the light, Seleste yawned lazily, stepping forward.
When her eyes met Vilandale’s, a ripple passed through her eternally serene gaze.
Yet her next words instantly shattered Vilandale’s composure.
“Where did this little cutie come from? Come, let big sister hug you!”