Amelia's POV:
I surged into a higher realm of divine power—my magic overflowing, radiant and unrestrained. The spell I invoked, [High Divine Magic: Armor of the Seraph], was far more powerful than when I last faced the Dungeon Boss during the final trials.
Clenching my fists, I glared at the Overlord-class demon before me, who chuckled as he looked down from above like I was a mere amusement.
"Excellent... This is the kind of opponent I've been craving. What a perfect opportunity—to wipe out the entire royal bloodline of Braveheart in one fell swoop!"
My father, King Aslan, roared in fury, "You bastard! How dare you—"
But I cut him off.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! HEY, YOU UGLY PIECE OF TRASH! I STILL PLAN TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS WITH MY FIANCÉ! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO RUIN MY WEDDING?!"
My emotions exploded. I could feel divine energy coursing through every part of my being. This demon—he had to die. I would see to it myself.
