Olivia was possessed by a heretical god, one that could bewitch the minds of others.

Although this didn't have any substantial offensive power, it was far more potent than any physical attack.

"Dorothy, let go of him!"

Olivia threw herself onto Dorothy. Her legs were still weak, so she could only use her hands to try and push Dorothy's face away.

This body was still too weak. Not only did Olivia fail to push Dorothy away, but she also ended up fueling Dorothy's pathological emotions.

"He's... he's mine, he's mine! No one can take him away!" Dorothy held Felyn's head and kissed him, biting his lips fiercely.

"No!"

Olivia shrieked, pulling at Dorothy's hair and bursting into tears.

She kept hitting Dorothy's back, repeatedly calling her name, trying to get her off of Felyn.

Felyn was breathless from Dorothy's fierce and forceful kiss. Her purple eyes flickered madly, as if desperately trying to leave an imprint on the depths of his soul.

With Olivia also pressing down on Dorothy, the two beautiful girls made Felyn feel as if he were covered by a thick, heavy quilt.

He tried with all his might to push the two girls away, to escape this madness.

But it was useless.

The body of a mortal cannot compare to that of a god.

One was the human vessel of a heretical god, the other the human vessel of a demon king. Both young ladies were highly emotional at this moment, their full power unleashed. Felyn couldn't budge the two on top of him at all.

Bernice, from a distance, wanted to reach out and help, but she was stopped by Veronica at her side.

"The princess's wish is my command. So, miss, could you please not disturb them?" Veronica placed her hand on her sword hilt, looking at the masked, black-and-red-haired girl before her.

"Is that so? But my young lady happens to be his lover. If anyone other than me wants to have an affair with him, they'll need my young lady's permission."

Veronica's hand on her sword trembled slightly. She never expected this sharp, even dangerous-looking girl to say such a thing.

"Other than you?"

Beneath the mask, Bernice stared intently at Veronica's hand. The sigil gun on her back glowed with the light of divine art, ready to be activated at any moment.

Bernice usually just ran her mouth, but when Felyn was truly entangled, especially when he was being forced, she would still step in.

What she had just said to Veronica was partly for Daiyi, and partly for Felyn.

"Sigh... Felyn, I'm always coming to save you. You really should pay me for this," Bernice shook her head, completely ignoring Veronica as she walked forward.

She didn't notice that the purple magical mist generated by the princess was gradually being replaced by the pink mist released by Olivia.

The mist passed through their skin, entering the bodies of everyone present, and no one noticed a thing.

"Wait... Brother Felyn, n-no!"

Dorothy's cry attracted the attention of the two.

Through the combined efforts of Felyn and Olivia, Dorothy was briefly pushed away.

A small gap appeared between her and Felyn. Olivia seized the opportunity, shifted her body, and placed herself between Dorothy and Felyn, shielding him with her own body.

So close.

Every part of her body was pressed against Felyn's. Her golden hair cascaded onto his face, and Olivia's chest could even feel the beat of his heart.

Felyn, having just escaped Dorothy's grasp, hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Olivia, who was now on top of him, seemed to be acting strangely.

Felyn saw Olivia's eyes slowly being covered by pink, and the heretical god's sigil gradually appeared in the center of her pupils.

No way?!

No way!!

NO WAY!!!

"Olivia, c-calm down, okay?" Felyn didn't dare to move Olivia, afraid that physical contact would make her lose control.

She was now panting in small gasps, her hot breath hitting Felyn's face, causing a fire to ignite within him.

Such close proximity, such an intimate posture, caused a change in Olivia's mentality.

Since things are already like this, why not just go with the flow...

But Olivia didn't succeed. A recovered Dorothy threw herself onto Olivia again, and the two began to push and shove each other.

"Felyn is mine!" Dorothy shouted.

"He's mine!" Olivia, just like Dorothy a few seconds ago, clung tightly to Felyn.

The roles of offense and defense had switched.

But Felyn was still the victim; only the young lady on top of him had changed.

Although Dorothy's body had also just recently recovered, it was much better than Olivia's, who had been bedridden for a long time.

She pushed Olivia off and slowly, bit by bit, moved towards Felyn.

Olivia felt as if in a few seconds, her world would be completely destroyed by Dorothy.

"Absolutely... absolutely not. This situation... must not happen!" she muttered to herself, her hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Just at the last moment before Olivia was about to be pushed from Felyn's embrace, a dazzling pink light flashed from her palm, followed by the powerful pressure of a heretical art.

At this moment, she awakened the heretical art of the heretical god.

"Absolutely not! His first time should be, M-I-N-E, AHHHHHHHH!!" Olivia screamed out the words with all her might.

Felyn felt his world being covered by a layer of fog.

He felt he could no longer see Viloti, Zervanie, or Daiyi clearly. And now, he couldn't see Olivia clearly either.

The meaning of that sentence needed no further explanation; it was as direct as it could possibly be.

Following Olivia's hysterical roar, everyone present froze on the spot.

Except for Felyn, who was hard-controlled by Olivia's words, everyone else's body was forcibly controlled by a powerful heretical god's power, unable to move.

Dorothy was the most strongly affected. She felt her body growing hotter and hotter, the fire in her heart burning ever more fiercely.

Dorothy's breathing quickened, her cheeks were covered in a deeper red, and her eyes were filled with moist desire.

"Fe-Felyn..."

Dorothy's world began to be tinged with a layer of pink, leaving only Felyn in her world.

She wanted to be in Felyn's arms, wanted to enjoy the warmth of his embrace.

But she couldn't.

The control of her body was no longer in her hands.

At this moment, Olivia's hair had come loose, draping behind her and dancing in the turbulent airflow.

The heretical god markings all over her body erupted with intense light. At this moment, she was the true heretical god.

"Dorothy, stop." Olivia's cold voice made the whole world seem to hit the pause button. The originally chaotic scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

Dorothy found her body obeying Olivia's command, slowly crawling off Felyn and sitting on the grass beside him.

She wanted to struggle, to shout, but her body completely disobeyed her commands.

Felyn, getting a chance to breathe, quickly got up. The surroundings were now enveloped in a thick pink fog, which isolated all contact with the outside world.

"Olivia... what's going on?" Felyn's gaze wandered over the people present, finally landing on Olivia.

But Olivia couldn't answer him. Her figure swayed, and then she fell straight to the ground.

"Olivia!" Felyn rushed over, catching the falling Olivia in his arms. He let out an involuntary cry of surprise when he touched her body. "So hot!"

Olivia's body temperature was very high at the moment. She kept her eyes tightly shut, her lips trembling nonstop. She looked to be in great pain.

Felyn knew Olivia might have used the heretical god's art due to the contamination. But he knew nothing about heretical arts and didn't know how to undo it.

"Fe-Felyn..."

A call came from a distance. Felyn saw the masked Bernice.

"Bernice? What are you doing here?"

If there was anyone present who had dealt with heretical gods and their arts the most, it would be Bernice.

Felyn placed Olivia in the wheelchair and put a few bottles of water in her arms, trying to cool her down.

Then he came to Bernice's side. Just as he was about to ask, he noticed that something was wrong with Bernice as well.

Her legs were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other slightly.

"Are you okay, Bernice?"

Felyn watched Bernice's swaying body and quickly supported her shoulders with both hands.

"Ah~" A sweet, delicate moan suddenly escaped from under the mask.

Bernice's body trembled violently. The movement caused her short black and red hair to brush against Felyn's wrist, surprisingly soft.

Felyn was startled by the sudden moan.

Was that a sound Bernice could make?!

"Fe-Felyn, help me take off the mask."

After removing the mask, Felyn saw Bernice's flushed cheeks. Her eyes seemed to be watery, wanting to stick to Felyn's body.

The flush that had never appeared on her face before had now spread to the tips of her ears, dyeing her body red.

"We've all been hit by the heretical art," she exhaled a moist breath, her gaze gently falling on Felyn. "My body can't move now."

"But why am I fine?"

"Most likely, she subconsciously didn't want to hurt you, so her attack avoided you."

Bernice's knees went weak, and she fell into Felyn's arms.

The once all-powerful War Princess had now turned into a young girl, nestling in Felyn's embrace.

"It's over. I feel like I'm about to betray Miss Daiyi, to have an affair with her boyfriend."

"Don't have an affair now!" Felyn shook Bernice in his arms, making her a little more sober.

"We have to make that girl stop. Otherwise, someone else will find out sooner or later, and then she'll be in trouble."

"What should I do?"

"Her body is too weak right now and she fainted directly, causing the heretical art to be interrupted halfway. Logically, this art should be able to control all of us directly. You need to wake her up and have her release all the accumulated energy in her body towards an empty area..."

Bernice glanced around and pointed to a small grove nearby.

"I don't sense anyone's presence in that area right now. Just release it there, so you won't accidentally hurt anyone. After all the energy in her body is released, the heretical art should stop, and we should be able to regain our senses."

After saying this, Bernice seemed to have exhausted all her strength and collapsed into Felyn's arms again.

She kept panting with warm breaths, looking up at Felyn.

"But... before that..."

(End of Chapter)