Roooar-!
A powerful roar erupted, and the shockwave from the battle shook the floor.
Having taken a great shock and fainted on the floor, Tenerife groggily opened her eyes.
For a moment, she couldn't remember what had just happened, but then the scene from right before flashed through her mind.
‘Laura!’
She hurriedly raised her head and looked toward Laura.
Laura was fighting, having transformed her body into something like a mass of energy.
‘Souling Metamorphosis!’
As a fellow Spirit Caster, she knew what that technique was.
A forbidden Dark Magic that granted a transcendent body for a certain period in exchange for burning one's life force.
But something was strange.
Laura showed no signs of having received the princess's authority.
If she had received the princess's authority, there would be no need to push herself so hard.
Next, her gaze shifted to the side.
She could see Simon, freely wielding a large white greatsword and slicing through the goldfish, and Merida, pouring out a stream of soul-possessed dolls and toys.
At that moment, Tenerife's eyes shot open.
On Merida's body was a dress made of Spirit, and on her head was the tiara that symbolized the princess, the three-horned crown.
‘Thank goodness.’
Merida became the princess, not Laura.