Becoming the Wasteland Overlord With My Harem System!-Chapter 208: Faceoff of Princesses (3)

Tiffany knew she couldn’t allow Nina to maintain her advantage.

At a glance, she recognized her opponent as a "spellcaster," one who specialized in Hexes. All mages share a common vulnerability—melee attacks!

In one swift motion, she activated multiple buffs, combining spells and magic artifacts.

Her strength surged to over double its normal level, causing her figure to glow a fiery red. Faint traces of blue mana seeped out of her skin.

With her enhanced abilities, she moved quickly. She had no choice; failure meant doom.

She leaped just inches away from the still-standing Nina and swung her blade once more. The edge moved faster than the speed of sound, literally slicing through the air.

But Nina remained motionless.

She simply observed as Tiffany exerted herself, moving with precision and aiming for a fatal strike...

CLANG!

The sword touched her neck successfully, but instead of a fountain of blood, sparkling shards of the blade scattered. The weapon had shattered upon making contact with Nina’s skin.

"It’s futile," the witch smiled, caressing Tiffany’s cheeks, who stood there, stunned. "From the moment you waved your blade against me earlier, it was already dead."

"W-What nonsense—?!"

Tiffany, of course, struggled to comprehend her words.

A sword is an inorganic object, merely a tool. While it could be destroyed, the concepts of life and death don’t literally apply to it! She could sense that Nina’s words were not metaphorical but rather literal, adding to her bewilderment.

As her confusion peaked, a sudden weakness washed over her body.

"...!"

She dropped to her knees, her eyes trembling with confusion and panic. ’What happened? I can’t find the strength in my legs...!’

She had no idea what had been done to her.

Since she could still feel the necklace—her magic-reflecting artifact—still with her, she thought it couldn’t have been a spell that affected her... Or so she believed.

"Girl, charms aren’t almighty either," Nina whispered, as if scolding a child. "As long as I know where it is and how it works to counter my curses, I can bypass it, given enough time."

"...!"

She attempted to shout back, to counter Nina’s words. But Tiffany quickly realized she had lost not only the ability to stand but also her ability to speak.

"I’ve already taken the liberty of disabling your legs and voice."

The witch leaned closer, her hand trailing from Tiffany’s cheeks down to her neck as she tugged at the necklace, pulling it away. "And now, without this and your weapon, you’re practically harmless."

Only Nina stepped forward from Sophia’s team, but in under a minute, everyone had already been incapacitated!

"Great work, sister."

"Nina, leave the rest to us."

"Alright, now, it’s your turn, Princess Sophia."

And as if realizing that it was over, three figures emerged from inside the carriage and approached Nina. Ria, Eve, and Arianne stood side by side, exuding confidence with smiles on their faces.

Behind them, Rico assisted Sophia down from the carriage before joining the others.

Tiffany could only grit her teeth, her eyes fixed on the face she despised most as it neared her step by step.

"Tiffany..." Sophia called out, maintaining a safe distance of a stone’s throw. "Usually, you’d flaunt your achievements and results to my face. But now... who’s kneeling on the ground?"

"...!"

Receiving Sophia’s so-called "pity," Tiffany looked as if she wanted to rip her throat out. The thin sneer, the gloating eyes, and the casual beauty that Sophia exuded—everything about her only intensified Tiffany’s fury.

Yet, her voice refused to emerge. It felt as if she had forgotten how to produce even the faintest sound. Not a moan, not a gasp.

She had never felt so powerless, so helpless.

Tears began to pool in the corners of her eyes, yet anger and hatred still lingered in her gaze.

To Sophia, however, her sister’s expression was pure gold.

Seeing her prideful sister on the ground, kneeling, sent shivers down her spine. She craved more—a deeper humiliation, a complete surrender!

"Well, I have plenty of time," Sophia said with a smile, pushing her sadistic thoughts aside. "From today on, you’ll be my bitch. You’ll move at my beck and call, 24/7—"

Everyone thought the fight should’ve been over.

But then, in an unexpected moment, a dagger pierced through Sophia’s chin, swinging dangerously toward her neck.

"Oops!"

To the girls, everything unfolded in slow motion.

Arianne had ample time to soften her actions, ensuring she wouldn’t hurt Sophia, and caught the dagger between her fingers, holding it in place.

"Sneak attacks, huh? Including the attempted assassination earlier, this makes it twice now," she whispered, her voice calm—at least, until that point. "Despite serving the Empire’s princess, you dare use underhanded tactics? Do you even possess a knight’s pride?!"

But of course, this wouldn’t end simply. Arianne was triggered by her enemy’s way of fighting!

"COWARD! COME HERE AND FACE ME! I’LL STRAIGHTEN OUT THAT CROOKED ATTITUDE OF YOURS!"

With her shout, she yanked the dagger away from Sophia’s body.

Despite only using two fingers, her grip never faltered. Just like with the Thralls, a figure couldn’t help but be drawn out of the shadows the next moment. A single figure emerged, executing a backflip while simultaneously delivering a kick to Arianne’s chin before landing.

It landed cleanly on her jaw, but Arianne’s neck didn’t even flinch.

"What? Was there a mosquito?" she scoffed, then spat on the ground. "Stop your petty tricks. Use a sword, a dagger, a spear—whatever weapon you have—and fight me face-to-face! Let’s settle this in a knight’s duel!"

The figure, revealed to be a man robed in deep black—Crow—quickly assessed the situation. He glanced at his troops and then at Princess Tiffany, the Emperor’s forces. They were all frozen in place.

The princess was kneeling on the ground, visibly frustrated yet unable to move.

Then there were six threats before him... no, make that four.

"My princess..." Crow whispered, his voice deep and resigned. "It seems like this is the end."

"...!"

Tiffany, hearing his words, looked as if she wanted to slap his face. If she could speak, she would be unleashing a torrent of curses at him.

However, ignoring her frustration, Crow moved with calm determination.

Amplifying his abilities with buffs, he quickly gripped his dagger in reverse and dashed toward Nina—the one closest to Tiffany.

Of course, the witch wasn’t afraid. It was just a dagger, and it wouldn’t hurt her—or not until she noticed the green liquid dripping down its edge. ’Poison!’ She gasped.

Despite their high stats, it’s not like they’re immune to poisons, after all. It does show weaker effects against them now, but it still works. Thus, just to be safe, Nina stepped back and dodged—

STAB!

—but the dagger still located its original target.

"No... way..." Sophia muttered with confusion.

Crow’s poisoned dagger didn’t go for Nina.

Instead, it was now sticking out of Tiffany’s chest. She got backstabbed!