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  Camellia flowers inscribed with runes and mixed with Jasmine, then dipped and coated over belts of spikes. Those spikes had been pced across the streets where the beasts would stampede. With the beasts’ low intelligence, they impaled themselves without hesitation. And thanks to the Divine Amplifier, a few strands of Marie’s hair carefully woven into the catalyst, the spell’s effect is now many times powerful… ready to be active.

  All she needed was the final trigger.

  “I am Ravenna Sorius, Princess of the Ancorna Empire, Duchess of the Jo Dukedom!” she shouted, her voice carried and magnified by the Jasmine flowers threaded throughout the hall's decorations, their natural mana harmonizing with her will.

  the magical beasts shrieked and snarled, their eyes glowing with feral bloodlust. Dozens of species—fang-mawed wolves, scaled serpents, tusked goblins, and towering ogres—charged with frenzied, single-minded hatred. The air was thick with the stink of blood, sweat.

  “As the Descendant of Solious, Apostle of Herptian! grant me the right to command your divine power!”

  Ravenna swung the sword with a wide arc sneakily activating The fillet flower along.

  Tiny scratches, barely enough to pierce their hides, had been enough to introduce trace amounts of the enchanted Camellia solution into their bloodstream thanks to the spikes.

  Normally, such a small amount of spell-bound mana wouldn’t be enough to trigger anything. But Ravenna had accounted for that too.

  Marie’s hair had been ground and mixed into the solution. Her divine nature acted as an Amplifier, pushing even the weakest of spells into something lethal.

  The spell she’d prepared [Condense Air and Release] was the same simple spell that Ravenna had used to draw fresh water into tanks for her people on Jo Isnd; it was never meant for combat. Especially not inside a living body.

  But magic was never just about strength—it was about application, timing, and intent. The Remote Activation spell triggered.

  What followed was horrifyingly beautiful. The frenzied magical beasts halted mid-charge.

  Their eyes widened in confusion, pupils diting.

  Then—chaos.

  Blood within their veins condensed violently, colpsing in on itself before bursting outward. Crimson fountains erupted from eyes, noses, ears, and mouths. Their bodies twitched violently for a split second before colpsing like puppets with their strings cut.

  The ogre—massive and snarling—was only steps away from Ravenna when it stopped, let out a strangled gurgle, and fell face-first with a thunderous crash, shaking the floor beneath her boots.

  Behind it, a goblin dropped. Then a scaled serpent. Then another. Dozens. Hundreds.

  The entire room of monsters crumpled like wilted petals in the span of seconds.

  The once-deafening roar of the beast horde fell to a stunned silence broken only by the wet sptter of bodies hitting the floor.

  "W-What just happened…?""All the magical beasts… they’re dead?""It… It can’t be!"

  [ Reputation Points System ]

  +15 Point: Viscountess Natile’s gained a new found respect for you. (Effect of Title: Raven of the Sun Pace)

  +15 Points: Minister Henry gained a new found respect for you. (Effect of Title: Raven of the Sun Pace)

  The reputation system buzzed in Ravenna’s view. Behind the barricade, the high nobles stood frozen in disbelief, their expressions a strange mix of shock, awe, and overwhelming relief. Murmurs rippled among them like a rising tide, and in a rush of unrestrained emotion, many began tearing down the makeshift barricade, eager to reach Ravenna.

  “She did it!” one of the nobles gasped. “She really—”

  “It’s not over yet!” Duke Morgen’s voice rang out sharply above the rising voices. “Some of them are still alive!”

  Without hesitation, the seasoned duke surged forward, drawing his weapon. Several nobles rallied behind him, sweeping across the shattered hall to finish off the few magical beasts still twitching or groaning in their death throes.

  Up above, in the audience balcony, the Imperial Family and their retinue of knights and priests were just as stunned, their eyes wide as they looked down on the battlefield below.

  A beat passed before the silence was broken by the fervent voice of the High Priest.

  “T-The Goddesses!” he cried, colpsing to his knees. “Goddess Herptian must have lent her divine power to her Apostle, joined by her sister, Goddess Solious, to protect her descendant!”

  His excmation snapped many out of their daze. Emperor Andrew narrowed his eyes, his expression unreadable. But his voice was clear and commanding:

  “What are you all waiting for?! Go! Assist the survivors immediately!”

  Prince William, who was already geared and prepared to lead the rescue of Princess Gracie, saluted sharply. “Yes, Your Majesty!”

  The prince and his knights charged down the staircase with practiced speed, bdes drawn and eyes scanning for danger.

  Meanwhile, outside the cathedral—in the winding streets of the Imperial District—the same eerie sight pyed out.

  Dozens of magical beasts y colpsed across the stone-paved streets, blood gushing from their eyes, mouths, and ears. It was a scene of controlled devastation.

  John, fnked by Ravenna’s loyal knights, surveyed the aftermath as he regrouped with a squad near one of the barricades.

  “Did you use the fillet flower on that side?” he asked one of Duke Morgen’s knights.

  The knight nodded, wiping blood from his bde. “Just after the st of the beasts exited the underground sewer gate, as instructed.”

  The timing had been critical. The fillet flowers, while powerful triggers in their own way, had an extremely limited range of activation. That’s why they’d waited for Ravenna to activate first—allowing the magical beasts to fully emerge before triggering the trap.

  No one outside their ranks would ever know.

  As far as the capital’s citizens and high nobles were concerned, it had been a divine miracle.

  Ravenna Sorius had called upon the heavens, and the gods had answered.

  “Let the survivors and Imperial Knights finish off the stragglers,” John ordered, gncing toward the towering silhouette of the cathedral in the distance. “We return to the wedding venue. Her Highness may need us.”

  “Yes, Vice Captain!” The knights chorused, tightening formation as they moved through the bloodstained streets, leaving behind the st cries of the dying monsters and the whispered legends that will take root among the awe-struck people of the capital in the coming days.

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