Goddess's Yuri harem: Chosing the Empress is hard-Chapter 144: What did you do? - Part 3

"You really think this will work?"

Seraphina asked, tilting her head.

The elders ignored her, continuing their incantation. The power they summoned took shape—a massive binding sigil glowing above them, shimmering with crimson light.

Thick chains of energy materialized in the air, ready to wrap around Auriel’s body and bind her divine core.

Then, everything went wrong.

The moment the chains shot toward her, Auriel simply lifted her staff.

A pulse of divine energy radiated from her body, and the chains—meant to be unbreakable—shattered instantly.

The force of her magic alone sent a shockwave outward, knocking several of the elders off their feet.

The rest barely managed to hold their ground, their expressions shifting from confidence to horror.

Seraphina winced’.

’I knew it.

Auriel sighed, resting her staff against her shoulder.

"That was pathetic. You’re demons, aren’t you? You should know better than to try sealing a goddess with something this weak."

She said, her voice devoid of amusement.

The elders exchanged frantic glances.

"We’re not done yet,"

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"Then get on with it. I’m waiting."

Auriel replied coolly.

With gritted teeth, the elders began chanting their ultimate technique.

Seraphina recognized the spell immediately—Demon’s Prison.

A technique so ancient and powerful that it was only meant to be used in dire circumstances.

It required absolute synchronization between the casters, and once complete, it could suppress even a divine being.

The air thickened with oppressive energy. The villagers, realizing what was happening, backed away in fear.

Seraphina felt her stomach twist.

’Even if they succeed, they won’t be able to hold her for long.’

But then, something unexpected happened.

As the elders chanted, the remains of the dungeon—the dark energy that had been lingering in the air—suddenly began to swirl. It twisted and gathered, taking on a hazy, almost mist-like form.

And then it moved.

Not toward the elders. Not toward the village.

But toward Auriel.

The chanting stopped abruptly as the elders watched in shock.

The dark magic did not attack her. It did not try to consume her.

It protected her.

The mist curled around Auriel like an unseen guardian, hovering just close enough to be felt but never touching her.

The sheer amount of magic was staggering, and yet, it did not harm her in the slightest.

Seraphina’s eyes widened.

’What the hell is this?’

The elders, still reeling from their interrupted spell, looked at one another in horror.

"This... this is impossible."

One of them muttered.

"Why would the remnants of the Temple align with her?"

"Unless..."

Another elder swallowed.

"Unless she was meant to be here all along."

A chilling silence followed.

The meaning of those words was not lost on anyone.

If the corrupted dungeon itself—something ancient, dark, and filled with untold power—recognized Auriel as an ally rather than an enemy, then their entire understanding of the situation was wrong.

They could not seal her.

They should not seal her.

They had only one option left.

One by one, the elders knelt before Auriel.

The sight was almost surreal.

Demons, creatures known for their stubborn pride, lowering their heads in reverence to a goddess they had just tried to imprison.

Seraphina could barely believe what she was seeing.

Auriel, for her part, did not look pleased.

"You cannot be serious," she said flatly.

The eldest demon among them, still kneeling, spoke carefully.

"Goddess Auriel, we acknowledge your power. We recognize that we were... mistaken in our approach."

He hesitated before adding.

"We humbly accept you as our god."

Auriel scoffed.

"I don’t need your fake worship."

Her words sent a ripple of unease through the crowd, but Seraphina quickly stepped in before the situation could spiral again.

"Take what you can get. You earned it"

She told Auriel bluntly.

Auriel gave her a sharp look.

Seraphina crossed her arms.

"Seriously. You could have just walked away, but instead, you blew up a dungeon, scared the hell out of everyone, and got a bunch of demons bowing at your feet. You might as well make the best of what you have."

Auriel narrowed her eyes.

The thought of accepting a group of demons as her followers was almost laughable.

Her, a goddess, presiding over a demon village? It was absurd.

And yet...

She glanced at the mist surrounding her.

It was strange. She still didn’t fully understand why, but something about this place called to her.

Perhaps Seraphina was right.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing to remain here for now.

With a sigh, Auriel lifted her staff, and the mist slowly dissipated. The pressure in the air lessened, and the villagers began to relax, albeit cautiously.

"Fine. Do as you wish"

Auriel said, almost begrudgingly.

The elders exhaled in relief.

Seraphina smirked. "That’s the spirit."

She didn’t know what this meant for the future, but one thing was certain—Auriel wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The air remained thick with uncertainty even after Auriel begrudgingly accepted the demons’ newfound devotion.

The villagers, though visibly relieved, still exchanged nervous glances. They had never worshiped a goddess before, much less one who had nearly destroyed them moments ago.

Seraphina rolled her shoulders, trying to shake off the tension.

"Well, now that that’s settled, I’d suggest everyone get back to their duties. Standing around staring at Auriel isn’t going to make things any better."

The elders hesitated before nodding, rising to their feet. Some still looked at Auriel with lingering doubt, but none dared challenge her now.

The sheer force of her presence, combined with the dark energy’s unexpected allegiance to her, had silenced any further resistance.

Auriel, for her part, exhaled sharply.

"If I’m going to be stuck here, at least make yourselves useful. I want answers about that dungeon and whatever corruption was inside it."

The elders stiffened but nodded obediently.

Seraphina smirked.

’So much for not wanting their worship, huh?’

Lina approached her, hesitating before whispering.

"So... does this mean she’s our goddess now?"

Seraphina sighed, rubbing her temples.

"I have no idea. But one thing’s for sure—this village is never going to be the same again."

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