66 – Trash Abandoned by the Times

The moment Teresa understood the effect of her Domain, she had already begun to plan her weapon setup. Elasticity aside, what mattered most was durability—as long as her bow didn’t break, she could emerge from any battle unscathed.

Most poisons required entry into the bloodstream to take effect. If they couldn’t pierce the skin, they were useless. Which meant that, in front of Teresa, the ranger Divine Princess’s Divine Authority was completely nullified.

As for Laro, dealing with him was even simpler. That horse-faced, self-important fool had a rather pathetic Authority. While it seemed overpowering in close-range combat, the illusion effect didn’t increase his attack range—so all Teresa had to do was keep her distance.

Naturally, Irene wasn’t going to let her do that.

After her Divine Authority missed earlier, she realized Teresa wasn’t as easy to deal with as she’d thought. Gripping her whip tightly, she finally got serious.

Her eyes never left Teresa. As Laro continued charging recklessly, she waited for the golden-haired girl to make a mistake—just one opening, and she’d bind her with Divine Authority.

Once bound, Laro and the ranger would take care of the rest. At least, that was Irene’s plan.

Even now, as she became more cautious, she still believed Teresa wasn’t truly worthy to be their opponent. Her elimination was only a matter of time.

“Yaaaah!” Laro charged like a mad rhinoceros, zigzagging across the field. But what infuriated him was how easily the golden-haired girl evaded him every time—slipping past within inches like a greased eel.

Enraged, he slammed his knuckle-duster into the ground, flinging dirt toward Teresa in a desperate tantrum.

Teresa leapt lightly into the air, dodging his outburst, then stepped lightly onto Laro’s shoulder—her delicate, snowy toes curling for grip—as a launch point. With a graceful twist of her waist midair, she drew her longbow.

As her pale fingers pulled the bowstring taut, golden wings unfurled from both ends of the bow—it looked less like a weapon, and more like the harp of an angel.

A radiant light arrow formed at the center, nocked and ready to fire.

Though this was the first time Teresa had ever wielded a bow in either of her lives, it didn’t feel foreign to her in the slightest. It was as natural as eating or breathing. If anything, not being skilled at archery would’ve felt strange—like she was ignoring something innate, something inscribed into her very bones.

She held her breath. Focused.

Elbows in, shoulders steady, fingers relaxed.

The light arrow flew.

Below her, Laro was still slightly off-balance after she had stepped on his shoulder. Teresa was so light, it hadn’t hurt—but he’d stumbled briefly. As he turned his head, he caught sight of a glowing arrow rapidly enlarging in his vision.

“Ka—!”

Whether he meant to speak or react was irrelevant. He didn’t have time. The arrow struck his neck the instant he turned.

It didn’t kill him outright—after all, even with weak resistance, his Domain still offered some protection. And Teresa’s Domain was only Level 1. A single shot, even to a vital point, wasn’t enough to finish him.

And Teresa had planned for that.

If one shot isn’t enough—then I’ll just fire another.

But before she could nock a second arrow, a barbed black vine suddenly whipped out and wrapped around her snow-white wrist.

“Heh.” Irene smirked. She’d been watching Teresa’s every move, waiting for her to land—and now she had her.

They didn’t know the details of Teresa’s Domain or Divine Authority, but one thing was obvious—you can’t draw a bowstring if your arms are bound.

But Teresa didn’t panic.

She noted Irene’s distance from her, and Laro still hadn’t recovered from the pain. For realism, the tokens didn’t block pain, only damage—so he was now experiencing the full agony of being pierced in the neck.

Which meant—for now—she was safe.

Without hesitation, Teresa dropped her bow.

The moment it left her hands, the vine’s thorns pierced her skin, stinging sharply.

But it didn’t matter.

First Divine Authority: [Sacred Oblivion] – Blade Forging.

She reached toward the sunlight above her. The golden rays condensed into something solid in her hand—forming a radiant, dazzling knight’s light-sword.

That was the power of her first Divine Authority: it could forge different types of weapons depending on the element she touched.

With decisive force, Teresa slashed downward, slicing the black vine binding her wrist in two.

Where did she get that sword?!

Irene stared in shock.

Isn’t she supposed to be a bow-using ranger-class Divine Princess?! Where the hell did that knight’s sword come from?!

Don’t tell me the bow was just a decoy—and this is her true combat style?!

She was right. But by the time she realized it—it was too late.

Teresa hurled the light-sword, plunging it into Laro’s abdomen just as he regained his balance.

“—!”

Laro staggered backward. His token cracked visibly—the durability nearing its end.

Raising her bow once again, Teresa fired.

Another perfectly aimed, merciless arrow struck his throat.

The precision and cruelty of that shot sent a chill down Irene’s spine. Even the ranger behind her felt a cold sweat at her nape.

In life-or-death combat, most wouldn’t waste time aiming for a vital point. Even veteran archers needed time to line up a clean shot.

But Teresa?

That short aiming window was enough for her to release two arrows.

If her opponent had been a veteran too, that kind of perfectionism might’ve gotten her killed. But here—it worked.

The first time—when she shot Laro in the neck midair—Irene had chalked it up to dumb luck.

But now?

Two vital hits in a row? That was no coincidence.

This stray Divine Princess—She had been holding back all along.

If she was this good at archery, she could have gone head-to-head with Irene even without a Domain or Authority!

Irene hadn’t even considered that this might be Teresa’s first time wielding a bow.

Don’t be ridiculous, she thought, watching Teresa’s elegance and precision.

Her talent, her technique—everything pointed to a seasoned, master-class archer. Maybe even a bow arts prodigy.

There was no way this was her first time. It had to be a facade.

She had been faking her weakness all along.

That manipulative little—She’d not only stolen the public’s sympathy, she had humiliated Irene by hiding her true strength.

The light arrow embedded itself in Laro’s token. A sharp crack echoed—the token shattered.

Laro was instantly teleported out of the secret realm.

“Team 57 knight-class Divine Princess Laro has been defeated by Team 30 ranger-class Divine Princess Teresa.”

The cold voice of the realm echoed through the air.

Watching the golden-haired girl effortlessly take out Laro—Irene felt the chill spread to her very soul.

The wind rustled, whispering through fallen leaves.

The girl's hair danced as she stood tall, serene, her eyes calm as still water, now fixed on Irene.

And in that moment—facing the aloof, swan-like girl who stood proud and radiant—Irene felt like trash.

Trash abandoned by the times.

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