"Senior Sister!" I had no mind to sit, gripping the railing and watching with a heavy heart.
Feyn Senior’s protective magic on her armor was completely shattered. Only the Lady Angel armor’s super defense kept her barely standing. But even that armor couldn’t block all damage. Sulia’s attacks were too fierce. At this rate, Senior Sister would get hurt!
"No way! You’re so weak! Barely stronger than Buqu! Pathetic woman!" Sulia thrust her sword, unleashing crimson blade light. Senior Sister barely parried, then was blasted away, crashing hard into the arena’s partition wall.
"Senior Sister!"
Feyn Senior’s hair was disheveled, breathing heavily as she slumped weakly in the corner. Around her, a dark current began to emanate.
"It’s the dark power from defeating the slime! Such strong Origin Force waves! Far stronger than Senior Sister’s light power… Ah!" I felt her dark power’s waves, then a headache struck. A scene unrelated to the arena seized my vision.
Cheers roared through the arena, the crowd boiling with excitement. No one noticed my vacant eyes as I gripped the railing.
"Tianlin Feiyan… so beautiful. Today I actually brushed past her. Her hair smells nice. But she’s so tall."
What was this voice? Mine, yet clearly a young boy’s—somewhat girlish for a guy.
I felt myself in a dim room, hugging a pillow and muttering. I kept calling Tianlin Feiyan’s name tirelessly. Each time, happiness surged in my chest. I recognized it instantly—the crush of a boy on a girl.
Yet I couldn’t control my body. I was roaming through someone’s memory, from his perspective. Who was this delicate, girlish-voiced boy? I felt his emotions—he adored Senior Sister Feyn, truly a crush. But I sensed he wasn’t popular with girls. His feelings for her would fade from happiness to bitter reality.
I felt sympathy. I should’ve been repulsed that a boy liked Senior Sister. But for him, I couldn’t bring myself to dislike him.
Whose memory was this?
The scene shifted. At dusk, I stood beside a grand tree behind an academy building.
Before me stood the tall Senior Sister in white uniform and black stockings—my goddess. I mustered courage to speak, but heard only my heartbeat. She gazed at me with gentle, sorrowful eyes, a resigned, cold smile shaking her head. Uncontrollable pain flooded my chest…
The fragmented memory changed again. I walked cautiously through a shadowy campus at dusk, hesitant as if heading somewhere. I reached an old, secluded chapel covered in rose vines. I pulled out a note. The boy glanced at it—I couldn’t read the elegant, delicate handwriting. After hesitation, I stepped inside…
Darkness—overwhelming darkness—raged, shattering my journey through whosever memory it was.
My vision snapped back. In the arena, Senior Sister’s dark power surged stronger. Her armor melted away, revealing fair skin. Her hair fluttered wildly under the Origin Force, merging with the rampant darkness around her.
Her sword shifted from crystal-clear to black crystal, wreathed in wild black flames.
Suddenly, the dark Origin Force within me stirred, resonating with her black flames.
Terrifying! Senior Sister was terrifying! That was my first thought in the resonance.
"Sister Sulia, be careful!" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
"Buzz!" Senior Sister’s figure blurred. In an instant, she stood before Sulia, leaving an afterimage behind.
"What!" Sulia gasped.
Though Senior Sister’s armor was nearly gone, she showed no shyness. Her eyes turned icy, emitting a spine-chilling light. Her face was expressionless—as if she were a cold battle machine.
"Whoosh—"
The dark-glowing sword was already at Sulia’s neck.
Sulia leaped back at lightning speed.
"Rip—" The blade slashed her chest leather armor, exposing pale skin.
Before Sulia steadied, Feyn was on her again, sword slashing too fast to see.
Sulia’s red magic flared as Senior Sister shattered her defensive barriers.
"What’s happening! How did she get so strong!" Sulia cried, utterly shocked.
On the high platform, Seth and Bessdaitiel stepped forward, sweat on their brows, faces grave.
Seth stroked his beard, astonishment clear. "A Level 7 Dark Lady Knight! No mistake. This dark Origin Force intensity, that impossible speed, the icy, emotionless will—it’s one of the Abyss World’s most fearsome female melee professions! A dark-attribute branch of the legendary Lady Knight, boasting immense offense. But it has almost no defense beyond its barrier. Hit by a Level 7+ attack, it’s still deadly. Only the bravest women forsake defense for slaughter. Its offense is so extreme, it threatens opponents two levels higher. One of the most dominant professions!"
Dark Lady Knight… If I fully regained my memories, I’d wield Level 8 Dark Princess power. As an Aryan Demon of noble bloodline, I could instantly cast low-level magic and even use Level 9 spells—surpassing my rank. An absurdly overpowered Magic Princess. I never expected Senior Sister to rival that, even surpassing me in single combat as a Dark Lady Knight!
Ordinary female melee professions like Swordswomen only earn "Lady" or "Princess" titles if exceptionally powerful—like Sword Lady or Magic Princess. "Dark" and "Light" denote Origin Force attributes. Vampire Sulia uses neutral Origin Force, but her body, racial gifts, and magics make her combat strength equally absurd.
Yet now, though Sulia had recovered, she only matched Feyn Senior at full power!
Both had strong offense but weak defense!
At this rate, they’d both be severely injured!
"Seth! Bessdaitiel! Stop them! It’s just my coming-of-age ceremony! They can both teach me! No need for this life-threatening duel! Losing either would cripple the Undercity!" I shouted.
Seth and Bessdaitiel’s faces remained grave.
Bessdaitiel said sternly, "Princess, we understand. But as the Undercity’s strongest, their battle is white-hot. We can’t intervene. I’m a Level 7 Dark Priestess, Seth an Level 8 Black Steward—we’re standard professions. Against their upper-tier power, the gap is too wide. We can’t stop them."
I watched anxiously as the two big sisters fought beyond my reach. I wasn’t weak, but my incomplete memories crippled my strength. As a mage, I had no way to stop them without harm.
