The last time Dorothy and Zervanie confronted each other, Dorothy had been taught a lesson by Felyn: "You can't hurt the people around you."

As long as it was Brother Felyn's words, Dorothy would obey.

Therefore, Dorothy had no intention of harming Olivia; she simply didn't want Olivia to disturb her and her Brother Felyn.

Felyn saw Olivia being suddenly pushed away by Dorothy. Just as he was about to stop the wheelchair, a purple afterimage appeared before his eyes.

It was the color of Dorothy's eyes.

Dorothy, covered in magical power, was not a delicate young girl at this moment.

She threw herself into Felyn's arms, causing both of them to fall onto the lawn.

"Felyn... Brother Felyn... Dorothy doesn't want to wait anymore. More and more girls are appearing around you..."

"Brother Felyn, Dorothy loves you so, so much, and is willing to give you everything. Dorothy has been obediently following everything you say. As long as it's your wish, Brother Felyn, I will help you achieve it."

She was now kneeling on the lawn, her body pressing down on Felyn, preventing him from getting up.

"Even... even if Brother Felyn asks Dorothy to die, Dorothy would be willing to die for you. Brother Felyn is my only support in this world, my everything."

Felyn cupped Dorothy's face with both hands, preventing her from getting too close.

"Dorothy, don't say such scary things. How did the topic suddenly become so heavy? Weren't we just talking about Olivia's background?"

"This topic itself is already very heavy!" Dorothy's face was squeezed by Felyn's hand, the soft flesh on her cheeks puffing up slightly.

Brother Felyn has a sister now, isn't that heavy enough?

And this sister even kissed Felyn in front of me, and there's even a possibility of her becoming Felyn's lover. Isn't that heavy enough?

The sound of Olivia kissing Felyn, that somewhat sinful "*mwah~*", was still replaying endlessly in Dorothy's mind even now, and she knew she would have nightmares about it for a long time to come.

This was the first time she had seen another girl kiss Felyn with her own eyes, the first time she had officially felt that another girl could threaten her position, and from all angles—as a lover and as a sister.

Dorothy's eyes turned a deep purple, her emotions growing more and more agitated.

She straddled Felyn's body, her eyes flashing with madness, her face flushed.

"Dorothy?! Someone will see us. Can we... can we go somewhere else, okay?" Felyn tried to coax Dorothy as he usually did.

But today's Dorothy could not be coaxed.

"I don't care! Brother Felyn is about to be snatched away! Miss Olivia, Miss Zervanie, Miss Adeline are all going to snatch my Brother Felyn away. If I don't make a move, if I don't make a move... Brother Felyn is going to be taken by another woman!"

Felyn covered Dorothy's mouth, trying to stop her from saying such perverted things.

Don't say things about being 'taken' while wearing a crown and that cute face!

"Do-Dorothy, can you calm down, please? Let's talk about things properly. I believe the problem can be solved..." Felyn made a final struggle, his other hand tightly gripping his belt, fighting with Dorothy for ownership of his pants.

"Lady Veronica! Miss Veronica, aren't you going to do something? I'm also a citizen of the empire, I also have legal and just... mmmph!"

As Felyn turned his head to call for help, Dorothy seized the opportunity. Cupping Felyn's face with both hands, she swooped down at high speed and forcefully kissed his lips, rendering him speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Felyn's vision was filled with a heart-eyed Dorothy. His world was forcibly occupied by her.

So hot, so stuffy.

Felyn felt like he couldn't breathe. The pathological love from Dorothy continuously assaulted his heart.

"Big Brother, no!"

Olivia pushed her wheelchair and rushed to Dorothy and Felyn's side. When she saw this scene, her world collapsed.

She never thought that a dignified princess would directly pin Felyn to the ground in a small grove. She never thought Dorothy's love for Felyn would be so crazy, so reckless.

Olivia regretted it a little. At least before her body recovered, she shouldn't have kissed Felyn in front of Dorothy, shouldn't have provoked her.

"No, no!"

Olivia, sitting in her wheelchair, kept pulling at Dorothy's clothes. The three of them became entangled, each busy with their own agenda.

In the midst of such chaos, Olivia's vision grew darker and darker, and she slowly fell into her own world.

It was the darkness she was familiar with, the darkness that had tormented her for five years as she lay in her hospital bed.

She hated that her body could do nothing. Hated that she couldn't control her emotions, getting jealous just by seeing Dorothy acting like a sister.

Big Brother is so good to me, yet I can't do anything, can't protect anything!

Such dialogues repeated endlessly in Olivia's mind, her hands gripping the wheelchair's armrests tightly.

Her eyes slowly opened. Different from the fiery red before, they were now tinged with a layer of pink.

Pink heretical god markings appeared on her neck, ankles, and under her clothes on her abdomen, chest, and thighs.

Olivia's golden hair floated gently beside her, her bangs continuously sweeping across her now pink cheeks.

Veronica, who had been standing to the side, subconsciously placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. Her gaze shifted from Dorothy to Olivia.

She couldn't quite believe the aura emanating from the girl in the wheelchair.

It was the pure aura of a heretical god.

Just as Veronica was about to step forward to stop Olivia, a white crack appeared between them.

The crack released a pure white divine art light, dispelling the pinkish-purple mist that had formed due to both Dorothy and Olivia entering an out-of-control state.

The spatial crack continued to grow larger, and a pair of legs that could be called perfect stepped out first.

Black and red short hair danced wildly in the turbulent airflow, the strands sweeping across a faintly glowing sigil mask.

The moment the boots touched the ground, all the surrounding dust scattered, making way for them.

Bernice, clad in pure white sigil armor, appeared in the midst of this chaos, the sigil gun behind her also emitting a faint blue light.

She had come here because of the heretical god aura released by Olivia, originally thinking it was a cultist, but she hadn't expected to run into Felyn's group.

The girl in the wheelchair with pink hearts in her eyes was the source of the heretical god aura.

Bernice gripped the sigil gun in her hand tightly, not knowing what to do.

Logically, she should report it immediately and have all the surrounding guards rush over.

But Bernice didn't do that, because she saw a scene that a heretical god would absolutely never do.

Olivia propped herself up with the wheelchair, leaped with all her might, and threw herself onto Dorothy and Felyn, the three of them hugging each other tightly.

What is going on with these three?