That Time I Got Turn Waiting For Arthur To Attack!

"Seal From Hell"—that was the na of Scarlett's blindfold. It wasn’t just so ordinary cloth. It was a powerful item, personally created by the second king of hell. It had one main job: to seal away most of Scarlett’s terrifying powers… even her vision.

Yes, it even blocked her eyes.

Her eyes were not normal. They were sothing beyond human, beyond demon. Once, both Avion—the first demon king—and the second demon king saw her eyes for the first ti. Their reaction was the sa.

"Your eyes can see through ti and space!"

Scarlett’s eyes had the power to look across tilines, through realities, and into the future and the past. That ant every ti Arthur went back in ti, she had the ability to know. Her past self could’ve seen it too.

But there was one reason why that never happened—the blindfold. It kept the power of her eyes sealed.

No matter how many tis Arthur tried, in every version of the tiline, he never succeeded in making Scarlett take off her blindfold. Not even once. Not even by accident.

She killed him again and again, always with her blindfold still on. She didn’t even need to use her full strength. That was how strong she was.

And because of that… the cycle continued.

Arthur died. He went back. He died again. Went back again. Over and over. A painful, endless loop.

But now, it had finally changed.

For the first ti ever—whether by chance or fate—Arthur had made Scarlett remove her blindfold.

And the mont her eyes were uncovered, everything changed.

Suddenly, the world around her turned black, like a deep, empty void. But floating all around her were bright blue figures—countless copies of Arthur. They shimred like energy, glowing softly, scattered through the darkness.

It was like watching a movie—no, a nightmare. A cruel one.

She saw Arthur dying again and again in different ways. Sotis burned. Sotis stabbed. Crushed. Torn apart. Drowned. Exploded. Every death more painful than the last.

Each death showed how desperate he had beco. How far he had gone.

If soone else had seen this… if anyone else had witnessed such brutal deaths on repeat, they might have gone mad. It was too much. Too cruel. Too painful.

But Scarlett didn’t look away.

She saw herself killing him each ti.

Over and over.

But strangely… she didn’t see the very first ti.

She didn’t see the mont where it had all started.

She didn’t see the ti when she first ca into this world—tearing through space like a storm, splitting the earth into two with just a flick of her finger.

So she had no idea why Arthur was doing this.

"One more ti..." Arthur whispered to himself. He knew he had no other choice now. He had to start over — again.

With calm determination in his eyes, he lifted the katana to his neck and, without hesitation, ended his life. The blade cut through swiftly.

Scarlett just stood there, silently watching him. Her face showed no surprise, only quiet understanding.

As Arthur's body fell to the ground, the world around them began to crack. Reality itself started to collapse. It was like everything — the sky, the air, the ground — was being pulled into a single dark point. A singularity.

Scarlett felt it too. Her body didn’t move, but her mind, her very soul, felt like it was being sucked in. Her thoughts twisted and stretched, and then…

With a sudden whooshing sound — swish — everything vanished.

Arthur had gone back in ti.

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Scarlett lay sleeping in a large soft bed, wrapped under white sheets. She was completely bare beneath them, her body relaxed, her breathing calm. The apartnt was quiet — this was the place she stayed in before her move to the countryside, her old luxurious ho.

But suddenly, her eyes flew open under the black blindfold she wore while sleeping. Sweat ford on her forehead. She sat up quickly and pulled the blindfold off.

In an instant, her mories rushed back. Everything.

She turned to look out the window. The sky was still dim, with the early morning sun just starting to rise. She had returned exactly 24 hours into the past. When Arthur had killed himself, it had been early morning… just like now.

"The power to go back in ti... what a pain," Scarlett muttered to herself with a crooked smile.

Then a soft voice broke the quiet.

"Honey? What happened?" a sleepy voice mumbled.

It was Irish.

Still half-asleep, Irish slowly sat up beside her. One hand held the bedsheet to her chest, covering herself out of instinct, while the other rubbed her tired eyes. She let out a small yawn.

Scarlett’s eyes widened as she looked at her. Irish was alive.

A wave of joy rushed through her. Warm, real joy.

She had let Arthur kill himself on purpose — she knew that would reset ti and bring the dead back. But seeing Irish alive, seeing her right in front of her, breathing and smiling, made Scarlett’s heart overflow with happiness.

Without a second thought, she reached out, wrapped her arms around Irish’s neck, and kissed her — deeply, passionately.

Irish gasped in surprise, and the kiss pushed her back onto the bed, with Scarlett now on top of her. The mont was wild and full of feeling.

When Scarlett finally pulled away, Irish’s face was flushed red.

"A-Aren’t you being really romantic all of a sudden?" Irish looked away shyly, but there was a small smile on her lips. She didn’t hate it — in fact, she enjoyed it.

Scarlett let out a soft laugh and lay down beside her, her hand resting on Irish’s.

"God… I’m so glad," she whispered.

Irish glanced at her. "Glad about what?"

Scarlett looked up at the ceiling, her lips curled in a gentle smile. "That I have you."

Irish imdiately rolled over, hiding her face in the pillow. "Ugh, stop flattering ! Do you want sothing or what?"

But Scarlett didn’t reply. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence. It was rare to have a mont like this — calm, warm, and peaceful.

After a while, Scarlett finally sat up, her eyes sharp again. "Alright. We need to deal with soone. "

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The early morning slowly turned into a bright, full morning. Sunlight poured in through the large windows of Scarlett's apartnt. The sound of birds outside was peaceful, but one sound broke the calm — the doorbell.

"Ding dong. Ding dong.

Scarlett didn’t move.

She rembered what had happened last ti. When she had opened the door, there were a crowd of reporters waiting outside, shouting questions and flashing caras in her face. She didn’t want to go through that again.

So, she waited.

After about twenty minutes, there was noise from outside her apartnt — loud voices, so footsteps, and then silence.

"Kozuha must be here," Scarlett thought.

Not long after, her phone buzzed with a ssage: “It’s clear now. You can open the door.”

Scarlett walked over and opened the door.

Just like last ti, Kozuha stood there with a smile and a neat bundle of academy clothes in her hand.

But this ti, Scarlett gently pushed it back. “No, thank you. I’ll take Irish one's But please prepare a black pair of pants and a white shirt for . You can add so accessories if you want.”

Kozuha’s smile faded a little. Her ears drooped like a sad cat’s. “Oh… is that so? Alright, I’ll get them ready. But be ready on ti, okay?”

She turned and left, a bit disappointed.

A few minutes later, Kozuha sent the clothes as asked — a black pant and a clean white shirt.

Scarlett put them on.

The pants fit tightly around her hips and legs, hugging her curves. At the bottom, they loosened slightly, giving a relaxed look. The white shirt looked good too, but Scarlett had to open the top button — just in case. Last ti, the button had flown off when she breathed too hard. She didn’t want that to happen again.

Despite being a neet costu , It turned seductive and appealing the mont scarlett wore it.

anwhile, Irish wore the standard academy uniform. She looked fresh and calm.

Everything that happened after that went just like before — they went to the academy, and Scarlett faced Sora Aoi.

But this ti, there was no embarrassing mont. Her shirt stayed fine. No buttons flew. And unlike before, she defeated Sora Aoi quickly, without breaking a sweat.

They didn't waited and left with Kozuha.

As the three of them sat in the back seat, Kozuha looked into the mirror and said, “We’re going to—”

But before she could finish, Scarlett spoke with a small smile.

“Hiroshima. To confront Daniel, right? The second-highest hunter.”

Kozuha blinked in surprise. “Y-Yes! That’s right.”

Scarlett looked outside the window as the buildings passed by. Her thoughts drifted.

"Where are you now, Arthur? Will you change your plan? You can show up at any mont…" she thought.

Her fingers slowly reached up and touched the edge of her blindfold.

"Should I take it off? If I do, I can fight at full power… but… what if my eyes lose control again?"

She frowned slightly. The blindfold didn’t just hide her eyes — it helped seal the strange power inside them. Taking it off was dangerous.

Before she could think more, Kozuha spoke again.

“Then you must already know that Daniel has an SS-Rank skill called God Body?”

That caught Irish’s attention.

Her eyes widened. “Wait… SS-Rank? When did skills start being ranked like that?”

Kozuha tilted her head. “Huh? Hasn’t it always been like that? I have an A-Rank skill myself! Pretty lucky, right?” she grinned and made a peace sign with her fingers.

She then tapped her bracelet and shared her status publicly. Scarlett and Irish looked at the holographic screen.

Her stats — strength, speed, stamina — were shown using letters: E, D, C, B, A, etc.

Her skills also had ranks. The system was completely different from what Scarlett and Irish had.

Their own systems used numbers. Stats like strength were shown as 56, 73, or 102. Skills were divided into levels — from 1 to 10. Once they hit level 10, they showed as “Max.” Then there were higher classes like Rare Skills, Unique Skills, and Ultimate Skills.

Irish stared at Kozuha’s screen, confused. “Why is your system like this? Who is your god?”

“God?” Kozuha blinked. “Like… Jesus or sothing? But… gods don’t exist, right?”

Her voice was confused and innocent. She looked truly puzzled.

Irish opened her mouth to argue, but Scarlett gently held her hand.

“I’ll explain everything later,” Scarlett said softly.

Irish gave a small nod and sat back in her seat. She still had many questions, but she trusted Scarlett. For now, she stayed quiet and watched the world pass by through the window.