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Chapter 642: Heart Of Creation

“It’s true.” Mika said slowly. “A king shouldn’t do the work himself. Not to mention, it would be much more effective if the Battle Angels themselves carried out the execution.”

“Imagine the message that would send.” His chuckle was dark and empty. “No one would ever dare cross them again. The name ‘Battle Angel’ would be whispered in fear for generations.”

“You’re right!” The voice screamed. “You’re absolutely right! They should be the ones to do it!”

“But they won’t.” He added, frowning. “They’re completely against what I’m doing.”

“Don’t worry about that, my darling boy.” The voice had become almost gentle now. Almost tender. “Your mother will handle it.”

And then the shadows began to move.

They swirled up from the corners of the room, pooling like liquid darkness, condensing into a form that Charlotte’s mind refused to fully process.

And from that form extended a pale, slender, impossibly graceful hand that reaching slowly toward Charlotte’s forehead.

“What are you doing?” Mika’s voice sharpened.

“Don’t worry, my child. I won’t harm this little one.”

The voice chuckled, and the sound crawled down Charlotte’s spine like ice water. “After all, she will be bearing many, many children for you in the future. They all will!”

The hand gestured vaguely toward Charlotte’s sisters.

“They will become the mothers of your children, who will rule over every corner of this world. I wouldn’t dare harm them.”

A single fingertip touched Charlotte’s forehead.

And immediately Charlotte felt her blessing surge.

Whoosh!

It blazed through her body like fire, poured out through the point where that terrible finger touched her skin, and condensed into a glowing sphere of pink radiance.

The moment the Battle Angels saw that orb, their hearts sank into an abyss.

“No, it can’t be…”

“How can it be…”

“I-It really is her…”

They had tried to convince themselves that this was a phantom, an illusion, a trick of Mika’s damaged mind.

But the moment they saw that ability, they knew they couldn’t deny it any longer.

This was real. She was real.

The Heart of Creation.

It was the source of the Eternal Queen’s terrifying power, a primordial organ that allowed her to directly perceive and command mana itself.

Unlike ordinary Blessings, which granted their users specific abilities within defined parameters, the Heart was something far older, far more fundamental.

Mana did not merely flow through the Eternal Queen’s body. It obeyed her.

She could draw it from the atmosphere, from the earth, from magical crystals, even from the spells of her enemies. She could gather it endlessly and reshape it according to her will.

With a thought, she could turn that mana into weapons, barriers, monsters, enormous structures, or entirely new forms of magic.

A spell cast against her could simply be dismantled into its fundamental components and absorbed into her Heart, only to be returned as something far more devastating.

And creation itself had almost no boundary for her.

An army could appear from nothing.

A fortress could rise from the ground.

A weapon could be created specifically to destroy an enemy.

An entire battlefield could be transformed into a gigantic magical domain under her control.

That was what made the Eternal Queen so terrifying.

Others wielded magic. She wielded the very substance from which magic was born.

And now, she had demonstrated that power by stealing a portion of Charlotte’s blessing and holding it in the palm of her hand.

The hand then slowly turned toward the Battle Angels, and before any of them could react, it flicked the sphere.

Whoosh!

The ball of light split into five thin lines, each one streaming directly into the foreheads of the five Battle Angels.

“Mmm!”

“Nnnnn!”

“Ah!”

They felt their bodies enveloped in a warm, tingling sensation, and then their own forms began to glow pink, Charlotte’s blessing spreading over them like a second skin.

And finally, under Mika’s watchful gaze, the pink light subsided.

“It’s done, my child. You can do whatever you want now. Tell them to stand, they’ll do it. Tell them to dance, they’ll do it. Tell them to kill, they’ll do it.”

“They’re your slaves now—your puppets. And you can make them do whatever you desire.”

The voice paused, then added with a cruel delight:

“Now go on. Tell them what they need to do! Tell them to slaughter the world for you!”

The Battle Angels felt the horrific truth instantly. Their bodies were no longer their own.

Their muscles, their mana, their very nervous systems had been hijacked, reducing them to living puppets.

They shook their heads desperately, pleading voices escaping their lips.

“Please…don’t make us do this…”

“Stop…please stop…”

“Mika, darling baby boy, please don’t do this…”

But Mika merely smiled.

“I know it’s difficult, but it’s for a better future. Now go ahead…do what you have to do.”

No matter how much they tried to resist, they couldn’t.

Their bodies rose from their kneeling positions, moving with jerky, mechanical motions. They left their children behind—children who immediately began screaming.

“Mama, don’t go!”

“Mother, please! Stop!”

“Don’t leave us!”

“Mika, please don’t do this!”

But Mika ignored them all. He watched as his mothers floated slowly toward the window, then out into the night sky.

The daughter of the Maiden of Fate simply sighed, as if she had known all along how this would end.

—

The five Battle Angels floated higher and higher until the hospital was far below them and the city sprawled out in every direction like a glittering tapestry of lights.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the city square.

The scene below was chaos.

Twenty thousand people had already arrived, with more being brought in every moment.

They were packed into the open space like sardines, many of them kneeling on the cold ground with their hands bound behind their backs.

Innocent family members—children, elderly parents, spouses who had no idea what their loved ones had been doing were mixed in with the criminals, all of them shackled and terrified.

Of course, the term “innocent” was relative here.

Many of those family members had known what their spouses or relatives were doing.

They had benefited from the wealth and power those crimes provided. They had looked the other way when the evidence was right in front of them and had remained silent when they should have spoken out.

In that sense, they were complicit.

Now, the Battle Angels floated between the skyscrapers, looking down at the scene below.

They wanted to flee, to fight, to do anything—but their bodies wouldn’t obey.

They were trapped in their own flesh, prisoners just as surely as the people gathered below.

But the people had no idea.

So, the moment they spotted the Battle Angels hovering above, it was like a bomb had gone off.

“Look! Look, it’s the Battle Angels!”

“Oh my god, they’re really here! They came!”

“It’s Lady Yelena! She looks so beautiful!”

“Lady Fauna! I saw her at the hospital the other day!”

“They’re here to pass judgment! Finally, justice will be served!”

“Praise the Battle Angels! Without you, the world would fall into chaos!”

The protesters outside the square were celebrating, cheering and waving their banners of support.

They believed salvation had arrived, that the heroes they worshipped had come to make everything right!

—

The reporters were in a frenzy, hundreds of them surrounding the perimeter, cameras rolling, microphones extended.

“This is unprecedented! The Battle Angels have just arrived above the capital with tens of thousands of prisoners—nobles, guildmasters, Blessed individuals, military officers, and members of some of the continent’s most influential families!”

“They’re hovering directly above the gathered prisoners, and they’re not saying a word! What could they possibly be preparing to do?”

“We’re receiving no information from the Battle Angels themselves. They haven’t announced their intentions, they haven’t issued a declaration—nothing! Are they preparing to pass judgment themselves?”

Across the world, in homes and bars and public squares, billions of people watched their screens with bated breath.

“Oh my god, the Battle Angels have finally arrived!”

“This is the first time in years they’ve all gathered in one place!”

“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime miracle!”

Every news broadcaster had been reporting on the massive operation conducted by the Battle Angels, and the world had been waiting for them to appear.

Now that they were here, looming over the gathered prisoners, the fear that had been building throughout the night began to fade.

The Battle Angels would handle it. They always did!

—

The guards and troops who had been deployed to bring in the prisoners and secure the area also felt a wave of relief wash over them.

They had been terrified that something would go wrong—that one of the prisoners would break free, that a fight would break out, that the entire situation would descend into chaos.

Many of the prisoners were A-class or S-class Blessed, some even double S-class.

If they decided to resist, the guards would be overwhelmed in seconds.

But now, with the Battle Angels watching over them, that fear was gone.

The entire area seemed to become more boisterous, more alive.

The prisoners, too, were reacting to the arrival of the Battle Angels, though their reactions were quite different from those of the guards.

“My lady! Please! I’m innocent! I’m innocent!”

“These are all false allegations! I never did anything wrong!”

“Please, my lady! I had nothing to do with my husband’s crimes! Let me go! I have children!”

The criminals and their families were shouting and crying, desperately proclaiming their innocence even as the evidence against them was irrefutable.

Several of them had already soiled themselves in terror, the smell of piss and shit permeating the air.

But the Battle Angels didn’t respond. They couldn’t.

They simply floated there, looking down at the scene below, waiting for the last prisoners to arrive for their final moments in this world.