20 years had passed when I woke up! ~ The villain's daughter’s thereafter and after that ~ - Chapter 41

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Before the Rod of Judgement could drop onto Beatrice, she ended her own life.

Offering her soul to the evil god, she will never come back to this earth again.

“We won master.”

“Hmm… I wonder…”

Fioria shook her head to Mofumofu’s words.

“At the very last moment, she ran away. I guess if you want to say it’s a victory then it is, but to say it is a complete victory then it’s wrong. I am a very greedy woman you know, Mofumofu.”

“What do you intend to do? Master”

“Try guessing”

Near her feet lies the Demonic Sword.

Even though it was directly struck by the Rod of Judgement, its blade did not have a single scratch.

As if it was gnawing at the space, even now it was emitting a black mist.

Fioria took the Demonic Sword.

As soon as she did, a dark mana flew forth as if to devour her.

“If you don’t want to disappear from this world, then listen to me”

But…

Fioria glared at the sword. Its mana drew back inside as if it was daunted by Fioria.

The blade trembled. Could it be it is afraid of Fioria?

“Yes, good boy”

With her slim fingers, she patted the blade.

It was as if she was patting a stray dog. It was full of kindness.

“Ah, I see.”

Fioria seemed to have understood something and nodded.

“That girl, she intended to offer her soul to the evil god and summon it”

“What!”

Mofumofu had a surprised expression.

For the humans, even the legend of the evil god had long ago disappeared.

But for monsters, it has been passed down to this day. Of course, Mofumofu also knew about this.

The evil god, Fractal.

The older brother to the god of creation, Mona. The source of darkness.

He has a very bad relationship with his brother. While his brother created the world, he destroyed everything.

He is currently sleeping but if he were to awaken, then it would signal the end of the world.

Mofumofu was trembling.

What is Beatrice thinking?

No matter how much she wanted to win against Fioria, to summon the evil god is madness.

“Did she intend to get the entire world mixed up in grudge? There’s a limit to by any means necessary!”

“Calm down, Mofumofu. We should praise Beatrice for this.”

In contrast to Mofumofu who was clearly angry, Fioria was very happy and smiled.

“I don’t understand master. What is there to praise about her?”

“That girl did not give up trying to win. Seriously, with her full strength and regardless of appearance, she tried to fight. Isn’t it good? 300 years of hatred against the church building up in the forest. For the sake of revenge, she didn’t do anything. She can’t do anything. She did not have the guts to do it. That kind of a weak-willed loser squeezed out her courage and fought against me. If I do not praise her then what should I be praising?”

Fioria’s estimation was about 8 to 2.

80% Beatrice would run away.

20% she would fight head-on.

But it seems that was an underestimation.

When it came down to it, she was able to do this.

She made full use of her 2 months and prepared for battle.

The Stampede, Demonic Sword, summoning of the evil god.

“She could do it if she tried. It makes me so happy, Beatrice. But sadly, with just your soul and the power of the demon sword, it is not enough to make the evil god appear. If only I gave you 3 more days, then you might have succeeded” 

“It was just in time…”

Mofumofu sighed in relief.

But 2 seconds after, he gasped in surprise.

Why?

“She might have won if she had 3 more days. With that regret left behind, you can’t be admitting your defeat right? I am also not happy with this ending. Our interests coincide. I shall lend you a hand.”

“What! Stop master! Are you crazy?”

“I said it before right? I am very greed. I am not happy with this victory. So, even if I were to flip the entire board, I will achieve the victory I want.”

The Demonic Sword vibrated violently.

Fioria poured her mana in, and the power output of the sword increased abruptly.

**

The difference between Fioria and Beatrice.

They both stood up against the Papacy while they were saints.

Fioria made allies in the Papacy, using the Rod of Judgement in negotiations; she managed to stop the Pope from doing whatever she wanted.

But what about Beatrice?

She did her duty as a saint.

She healed the sick and fought off the monsters.

But she did not do more than that.

She did not make allies in the church, nor did she use the Rod of Judgement as a tool to negotiate.

Even though they were the same as saints, their words and actions were totally different.

This difference is differentiated them like light and darkness.

In the middle of the battle, Fioria showed Beatrice the truth.

If someone does not shove the truth in her face, she would not be able to clear her hatred. Was what Fioria thought.

But on the other hand, she also thought.

“I am just an exception of exceptions. A rare case.”

If she was a normal saint, then she would’ve just worked hard fulfilling her duties as a saint.

She would have gotten into the politics of the papacy and threaten people with the Rod of Judgement, etc.

Even Fioria had the self-awareness to think that she was a very unsaintly saint. Otherwise, she would not have destroyed the Pope.

The world is tough on the virtuous.

It gets dragged down by petty evil people. It is easily sunken into the dirty mud of humiliation.

 The times’ karma comes back for justice is few and far in-between. Beatrice is a good example.

“I understood your grudge, Beatrice. So that’s why I want you to redo it.”

The old church was defeated.

The world is changing. Fioria is changing.

So that Beatrice can proudly live as a saint,

So that the virtuous can be virtuous without being threatened by petty evil.

So that even those who have tainted their hands in evil, no matter what kind of person they are, can walk in the sun once again.

Fioria wished from the bottom of her heart that she wanted to create this kind of world.

If a normal person said this, what would happen?

Probably throw it away as a naïve, idealistic theory.

But she is Fioria de Florance.

She is named as the goddess of gold and is the legendary Duke’s daughter.

“Someone like me must’ve been born for the sake of creating that world”

She was an exception, not bound by the rules. She was very aware of that.

But she did not intend to boast nor deplore over it.

Those who have huge amounts of power should do accomplish something with it.

In place of those who do not have, to reduce the amount of sorrows of people, she must change the world in a good way.

That is Fioria, a noblewoman’s duty.

Therefore.

“Letting you die like this, is against my principles.”

Just tricking Annerose into giving Fioria poison, she can forgive with her heart.

Even giving Howl the Third the holy sword. Even urging on the Coalition to war. She didn’t really blame Beatrice for it. In fact, it was good for Fioria.

“There are many other crimes but repent in your next life.”

If you redo your life, you can repent.

The best kind of killing two birds with one stone.

“I will absolutely take back your soul. I command in my name as the golden goddess. Evil god, kneel before me, and offer me Beatrice’s soul.”

Fioria swang the Demonic Sword down.

The strike with the highest power ever, sliced through space and time and cut opened the world.

In the space, black cracks appeared.

Beyond the cracks was the abyss.

“!?”

A darkness that even sunlight cannot reach.

There was something wiggling in there.

What can be heard was an ultrasonic strange moaning.

A set of red eyes blinking and looking around frantically.

“This is the… evil god?”

Fioria nodded.

Known as the “source of evil” and “The all-destroyer”, but it did not fit the image at all.

First, it didn’t have any of the solemness of a god, nor as an evil god.

In fact, it seemed to tremble in fear.

“!!!”

Its voice was quiet.

It was unthinkable but it seemed to be begging for its life.

“No way”

Fioria decided.

She was still human.

There was no way that an evil god would be afraid of just a puny human right?

“Anyway, I will have you return Beatrice’s soul to me. First I will have you get out of that hole. Go!”

With Fioria’s order, the archangels came forward.

With their wings spread wide, lined in formations, charged into the cracks.

In order to drag the evil god out.