Doomsday Chat Group: Conquering the Multiverse Heroines

"Ymir…"

Krista curled up on the bed. She hugged her knees, her golden hair covering her face.

Hearing of Ymir's betrayal, there was certainly disappointment, but more than that, a sigh of relief. Because, from the very beginning, she was the one who had deceived everyone.

"Krista"… this gentle persona, was merely her disguise.

"Ymir, I hope you find happiness." She didn't know why, but a slight bitterness welled up in her heart.

[Krista... no, perhaps I should call you Historia. Come here.]

Krista suddenly looked up, puzzled. "Ren's voice?"

[That's right, it's me. Come here.]

"Ah?" Krista was at a loss. Not only because he had seen through her identity and communicated telepathically, but also… Go now?! She glanced at the wall; it hadn't stopped. How could she go now?

[Historia, before you leave, I have something to tell you about yourself. Whether you come or not is your choice.]

After Ren finished, he said no more, focusing on Ymir. Just a moment later…

"Knock knock!"

Ymir's body stiffened, and she clamped her hands tightly over her mouth. She didn't want to be seen or heard in such a disgraceful state.

Ren only felt a slight tightening, but he ignored it and said aloud, "Come in."

"Hmm?" Ymir's eyes widened. Come in? Are you serious? Now?

Click! The door opened. Ymir turned her head and let out an incredible gasp. "Krista!"

Krista, whose name had been called, was extremely embarrassed. She closed the door, unsure where to look.

"Krista, I betrayed my vow to you!" Ymir buried her head in the pillow, painfully repenting. She had betrayed her vow, and Krista was now standing behind her, watching. Ymir wanted to find a hole and burrow into it forever.

Ren, on the other hand, found it quite stimulating, but he still chuckled. "Historia. That's your real name."

At the mention of that name, Historia no longer felt shy, but lowered her head. "Yes."

"Historia?!" Ymir lifted her head, shock in her gaze. She had never told Krista! Was "Krista" a fake name?

Historia gave a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, Ymir. Historia is me. Krista was just my disguise; that gentle demeanor is not me."

"…" The speechless Ymir's eyes trembled.

Ren considerately slowed his movements, but clearly, neither of them was in the mood to pay attention to that now.

Historia said, "Ymir, I know you think you betrayed your vow. Yes, you betrayed your vow to Krista, not to me, Historia." A somber expression crossed her face. "From now on, Krista will cease to exist. I will live on as Historia!"

"Historia…" Ymir didn't know how to feel.

At this moment, Ren spoke up. "Historia, the illegitimate daughter of Rod Reiss, the true ruler of the Eldian nation, inheriting the royal bloodline."

"She grew up in a manor, and later her mother was purged, forcing her to go into hiding under an assumed name."

"Is that right?"

Historia, her background fully revealed, clenched her hands on the hem of her sleeves, pursing her lips. She didn't want such a background; what she truly wanted was…

"You want freedom, don't you?"

These words from Ren made her heart stir. Freedom… she had always yearned for that. If she returned to being Historia, she would probably lose the freedom she had as Krista.

Ren suddenly thrust forward, picking up speed. "I have a proposal that will allow you to live relatively freely."

"…" Historia automatically ignored Ymir and looked directly into Ren's eyes.

"Become a queen."

"…" Historia was disappointed. Her bloodline qualified her to be the Queen of Eldia, but the king was not yet dead. Moreover, becoming a queen meant responsibility; where was the freedom in that?

But Ren's words were not over. "Not the Queen of Eldia, but the Queen of the World."

His speed had already reached its fastest. Ymir couldn't help but provide a grand and magnificent symphony for their conversation. This was a dialogue between a god and a future queen.

Against this backdrop, Ren's gaze was burning, his voice like that of a deity from heaven. "In my name, become my angel, and be the Queen of the World. You will gain relative freedom under my name."

"Angel!" Historia thought of Tsunade, Saeko, and Annie. They were all different angels, yet equally powerful.

If I were an angel... becoming a queen in God's name... perhaps I truly could gain relative freedom! Because above me, there would only be God!

Historia's heart stirred. "What… what should I do?!"

Ren noticed his scheme had succeeded. A smile played on his lips. "It's simple. Believe in me, desire me, pray to me, and you shall receive Redemption."

Historia didn't know what that specifically meant. Like a nun, she devoutly closed her eyes and prayed. As an unreliable God, Ren, facing his believer's response, only reveled in the pleasure.

As Ymir's symphony concluded, the room began to change. Golden divine radiance was born, and white halos and wings appeared.

Historia had become an angel. This was Ymir's last thought before she collapsed, not wanting to move a single finger.

"I… I really became an angel!" Historia felt a warmth spread through her body. Opening her eyes, she noticed her transformation and felt it was incredible.

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