"I've said it before, have I not? I am... unique."
A smile slowly graced the woman's features, her madness in this mont not appearing deranged at all, but rather exhilarating, utterly... subli!
"I am the only woman by Mr.Ansel's side who truly loves him wholeheartedly."
"I am neither, nor will I ever be, defective, for no one in this world possesses my courage, nor my resolve, to stake everything on loving Mr.Ansel even in the face of being abandoned."
Indeed, knowing that Ansel abhors and rejects those who forsake all to love him, who else would dare to love him at all costs?
And without this realization, how could one beco that singular entity by Ansel's side, supporting him wholeheartedly?
Marlina could indeed sacrifice everything for Ansel, but in her eyes, her importance was second only to Ansel himself, for she was that unique existence, one that could never again appear in this world—possessing both the resolve and courage to forsake everything for love, harboring a love untainted by demonic influence, and finally, recognizing the predicant Ansel faced.
She was the absolute unique one... possessing these three forms of love!
"Therefore, Mr. Ansel's sermon has influenced , yet in reality, it has not."
How does one do everything in their power for Ansel? By doing everything to the utmost. But how can one do what benefits Ansel to the fullest? Naturally, it is only through my unique existence, only through , the sole being truly capable of exerting every effort to realize Mr.Ansel's vision, Mr. Ansel... can receive the greatest assistance!
For the truth is, Ansel indeed needs soone who can support him unreservedly, trust him implicitly, disregard their own desires and visions, and act solely for Ansel's sake. Soone to propel this young man, already mired in tornt and dilemma, to continue along the path he insists upon—if evil must be done, then to do evil without hesitation; if destruction is required, then to bring about devastation without rcy; and if Ansel himself cannot accomplish these things, then it falls to this person, who can offer everything to Ansel, to... carry out all of this!
This unwavering belief transford the sermon's influence of "obsession with Ansel" into a reinforcent of Marlina's convictions. She firmly believed in her uniqueness and singularity, a fact proven true. Thus, only when no other being could aid Ansel would Marlina unhesitatingly sacrifice herself. In any circumstance… she would never disregard herself or view herself as disposable.
Because she was unique, she could assist Ansel to the utmost; because she needed to assist Ansel to the fullest, she had to believe more firmly in her absolute uniqueness.
This cyclical determination conquered even the Head of Devouring—Marlina placed herself second only to Ansel. Apart from him, even the Head of Devouring could not, in her mind, play a more significant role than she.
"Mr.Ansel doesn't love now, but what of it?"
"Do you think I could earn his love rely by staying by his side, writing reports, and submitting docunts?"
—Devoid of ideals, bereft of beliefs, abandoning self... This is what the lofty despise, what seekers of righteousness disdain, what radiant heroes attempt to save.
"Precisely because of this," she declared, approaching Seraphina with exuberance, "I shall use my own power to make Mr.Ansel fall in love with ... no, to seize all of Mr.Ansel's love!"
Yet it was Marlina Marlowe alone, this mortal, who was the ultimate weapon!
"It matters not that he doesn't love now. I don't wish to be a burden to Mr.Ansel at this ti."
"But... after everything is over, after Mr.Ansel's enemies are annihilated, after everything is as he desires..."
The black markings on Marlina's face no longer appeared grotesque or alluring, but instead emanated an ineffable, wondrous charm.
Her face finally revealed the mischievous, sweet smile befitting a young girl:
"Do you think I'll do everything in obscurity? No, I'll make him see my devotion, my sacrifices, my resolve, and I'll make him witness the victories I bring him!"
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Even the phrase "You don't love " was both a truth Marlina spoke to aid Ansel and part of her plan—Marlina had witnessed firsthand how shaken Ansel was upon hearing those words.
"When all is said and done, I will seize... all of Mr.Ansel's love… with my own hands!"
Miss heroines, may all glory be yours.
As for Mr.Ansel... please allow , this foolish, base, unscrupulous, love-obsessed woman to claim.
Marlina Marlowe had never relinquished the fervent love in her heart, nor had she abandoned the greed and ambition Ansel had acknowledged in her.
She had rely recognized the sole path that would allow her to capture Ansel's love and had unhesitatingly embarked upon... her own conquest.
This was not the end for a woman at her wit's end, sacrificing everything.
Rather, it was the beginning for a madwoman who dared to challenge heroes, proclaiming herself a re mortal.
Seraphina gazed at Marlina in astonishnt for a long while. After an extended contemplation, she said earnestly:
"So, Marlina, all you've done was never influenced by Ansel, but rather... entirely, completely from your own heart, correct?"
"Precisely," the witch replied candidly.
"This ti, it's not an act, but the truth. I am this narrow-minded, base, short-sighted fool of a woman who would do anything for the man she loves, despised by all, unable to win anyone's favor."
"I see..." Seraphina lowered her head slightly. "Which ans..."
Bang—!
A deafening boom echoed through the space. The wolf, her fist clenched, slowly raised her head, gritting her teeth: "I can go all out without holding back, right?!"
Despite her words, her nose was bright red, her tear-filled eyes still glistening, and even her tone was forcibly fierce.
"I absolutely won't... *sniff*... I absolutely won't hand Ansel over to a wicked woman like you!"
The stubborn young wolf pinched her nose hard, choking back her sobs, and shouted in anger.
"So in the end..."
Marlina, blown dozens of ters away by the punch, sighed as she dispersed the shadows enveloping her. "We're still walking different paths, destined to diverge, Seraphina."
"I'll beco strong enough to help Ansel resolve everything without resorting to your underhanded thods... Taking all of Ansel's love? Keep dreaming!"
Seraphina clenched her fists, her reddened eyes wide: "I won't leave any for you... at most, just a little!"
"Well, I do apologize, but if I were to gain the upper hand..."
Marlina narrowed her eyes slightly, raising her index finger. Shadows instantly surged, transforming into sharp blades, carving a bloody gash on Seraphina's shoulder.
Facing her sister's incredulous gaze, she chuckled softly, licking her fingertip.
"I, on the other hand, wouldn't leave any for you, Seraphina."
"You... you're serious?!"
"You don't seem to be joking either."
"Marlina!!!"
"Heh... Don't lose too pitifully, Seraphina."
Boom—!
Above the firmant, a colossal sky-cleaving sword, entwined with over ten destructive elents and as vast as a mountain range, descended upon the monstrosity that had tamorphosed from Evora!
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