In the battle with Daniel, nothing really changed. Just like before, Scarlett defeated him in the same strange way—by smashing her chest right into his face and sending him flying through the ceiling.
Last time it happened, she was so embarrassed about it. She had wondered, "Why the hell did I do that?!" But here she was again, repeating the same move… even though she didn't want to.
It wasn't because she liked it.
It was because she had to.
This fight wasn't like her battle with Sora Aoi. There were cameras everywhere, dozens of them. The whole match was being broadcasted live on national TV. If she suddenly acted differently—fought in a smarter or cleaner way—Arthur might get suspicious. He might notice that something had changed in her.
And if he did, he might change his own plans. He might not show up at all.
So even though she hated it, Scarlett used her deadly breasts again. And she won.
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Later that night, they were finally at peace. They had moved into a new house in the countryside. The stars sparkled above, and the moon cast a soft glow over the quiet land. It was already past midnight.
Irish was outside, in the small garden, roasting some potatoes over a little fire. The smell was warm and comforting.
Scarlett soon joined her. She sat down beside Irish, watching the fire and breathing in the cold, fresh air. The moment felt peaceful. Calm. Like the world had stopped fighting for once.
But peace didn't last long.
Suddenly, a young boy came running from the woods nearby. He wasn't looking where he was going and tripped over a stone. He crashed to the ground with a sharp cry.
"Ouch!... My knees! It hurts! It really hurts!" the boy cried, holding onto his bleeding legs. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Scarlett didn't move at first. She simply stared at him with a disappointed expression.
"Seriously? The same trick again?" she muttered. "He really thinks if he tries enough times, he'll find a moment where he wins…"
She sighed, tired of this endless cycle. "Irish, are you ready?" she asked.
Then, slowly, Scarlett pulled down part of her blindfold.
One of her eyes was revealed—her vibrant blue eye. The moment it was uncovered, it glowed like a flame. Soft blue smoke rose from it, and the air around them began to shake.
In an instant, an incredible pressure exploded across the area.
"Gah—!" the boy choked, coughing blood as he was slammed to the ground. It was like someone had dropped a mountain on him. His body couldn't move, no matter how hard he struggled.
It wasn't just him. Every member of Arthur's group, hidden nearby, was hit by the same crushing force. They were all pinned to the ground, gasping for air, completely helpless.
"There you are," Scarlett whispered coldly.
Her eye, now fully awakened, could see everything. Without her blindfold, her senses were almost impossible to match. Her vision stretched far and wide, piercing through walls, trees, and shadows.
She saw where Arthur was hiding.
She saw everyone.
But right now, only one person mattered—Arthur.
She had to get to him before he killed himself again and reset the timeline.
With one quick dash, Scarlett moved faster than lightning.
Before Irish could even blink, Scarlett was already standing right in front of her—holding Arthur in one hand like a sack of potatoes.
"Use something to stop him from killing himself!" Scarlett said quickly, her voice firm but a little unsure. "I don't know how to stop people. I only know how to kill them."
Irish gave a short nod and placed her hand on the ground. Her fingers glowed with dark energy as she chanted,
"Dark Magic: Nocturne Chain Coffin!"
A thick, shadowy aura rose from the soil. Black chains wrapped around Arthur's body, lifting him gently into the air. They bound his arms, legs, and even covered his mouth—making sure he couldn't shout any spells or bite his tongue to end his life.
"Oh, hey! These are the same chains you used on me once!" Scarlett said with a smirk, remembering a certain night when Irish had tied her to the bed with glowing chains for… special reasons.
But Irish's face turned red in an instant. "N-No! That was… u-uh… Velvet Lover's Bind! It only gets stronger when it's used with love…" she mumbled, hiding her face behind her hand.
"No wonder that chain was as strong as Lunatic's binding magic," Scarlett thought, honestly impressed by the spell.
But the moment of teasing ended quickly. Scarlett shook her head, her eyes turning serious again.
"We don't have time for this. I'll stay here and keep watch over Arthur. You go and catch the rest of them. Make sure they're alive. Only kill them if they're truly desperate to run," she ordered.
"Got it," Irish nodded, crouching low and getting ready to run.
But just as she tried to leap forward, Scarlett's eye aura hit her too. The pressure slammed down on Irish like a hammer. She fell to her knees, coughing harshly as her whole body trembled.
Scarlett's eyes widened in guilt. "Ah! Sorry! I forgot it affects everyone near me…" she quickly pulled her blindfold back down to cover her glowing eye. The blue smoke vanished, and the air calmed down.
"I still can't control it for long," Scarlett muttered with a sigh.
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" Irish said through a weak smile, slowly standing up. Then she whispered,
"Dark Magic: Spectral Dash!"
In a flash of purple light, she disappeared—dashing across the dark fields like a shadow in the night.
Scarlett turned back to Arthur, who was still floating in the air. He squirmed and struggled, trying everything to break free. His power was slightly stronger than Irish's, but he had been caught off guard. And now, he couldn't move at all.
Scarlett didn't say anything. She just stared at him silently. Her heart was quiet. She didn't feel anger or hatred. Just a deep tiredness. An exhaustion from witnessing those timelines.
Soon, Irish returned. She was carrying the others—seven people in total. One of them was the boy who had fallen earlier… but now, his real form was exposed. He was actually an old man, transformed by some illusion magic. After getting crushed by Scarlett's blue aura, the disguise shattered.
Irish used her magic to bind them all tightly and make them fall unconscious.
Only then did she remove the chain from Arthur's mouth.
Scarlett folded her arms, looking him in the eyes with a confident smirk.
"So… what now, revival man?" she said. "Are you finally ready to accept defeat?"
The moment Arthur heard Scarlett's words, his eyes widened in shock. Without wasting a second, he opened his mouth and pressed his tongue hard against a specific tooth.
That tooth wasn't real—it was fake and filled with a deadly poison. Arthur had it ready all along, in case he lost the use of his arms and legs. He always had a backup plan to end his own life if things went wrong.
And this time, he succeeded.
In one smooth motion, he bit the tooth and swallowed the poison.
But before the poison could spread—
Splash!
A glass vial of glowing liquid smashed against his chest, soaking him in bright blue healing potion. His body jerked, and the deadly poison instantly lost its effect. The healing potion worked fast, repairing the damage before it could kill him.
"You used the poison on your 172,687th try!" Scarlett said with a playful grin. "Too predictable."
Of course, that number was completely made up. Scarlett had seen so many different timelines where Arthur tried to kill himself that she'd lost count. But it sounded cool, so she just said it. One thing she did clearly remember, though, was that poison tooth trick.
That's why she had prepared a whole bag full of healing potions in advance.
"There's no point going back in time anymore," Scarlett said, trying to keep her voice calm and clear. "I'll remember everything. So just work with me for now and accept your defeat."
Arthur's face twisted in confusion and frustration.
"How? How do you remember? You never used to—"
But before he could finish his sentence, a loud rumble echoed in the distance. Helicopters whirred in the sky. Police sirens wailed. Black cars and news vans rolled down the village road, stopping right in front of Scarlett's house.
Reporters jumped out with cameras, followed by armed police officers.
Scarlett smirked. "Looks like they're finally here."
She had already planned this days ago. She'd secretly contacted Kozuha and told her everything. Scarlett made sure to report Arthur—once the world's top hunter—as someone working with dangerous criminals.
After all, she couldn't just kill or imprison someone like Arthur without a valid reason. If she wanted to do this properly, she had to do it legally. At least until there was no other option.
The reporters were already live on the air. One young woman, probably in her twenties, with bright eyes and a serious expression, stood in front of the camera.
"We're reporting live from a small countryside village in Japan," she said. "This peaceful place has suddenly become the center of a huge revelation. Look over there."
The cameraman zoomed in on Arthur—bound by chains—and Scarlett standing beside him.
"That man is none other than Arthur Mathew, the world's former top hunter. And right now, he's been caught trying to assassinate Scarlett Nova. But he failed."
The young reporter rushed over to a nearby police officer, an older man with a thick beard and strong build.
"Sir, can you please tell us more about what's happening here?"
The officer nodded, his face serious.
"Do you see those people tied up behind us? They're all dangerous criminals. Some of them recently escaped from prison. But the most important ones are those three wearing strange cult clothes." His tone grew colder. "They're part of an evil group called 'The Occult.' They've killed hundreds of innocent people in their sacrifices. I'm ashamed to say this, but Arthur seems to be working with them."
He turned and walked away to rejoin his team.
The reporter looked straight into the camera.
"Did you hear that? Arthur is working with a group of heartless killers. This raises a lot of questions. Is this part of a secret plan from America to stay the number one hunter nation? Or is there something even darker going on?"
Just then, Kozuha arrived at the scene. She rushed toward Scarlett with concern in her eyes.
"Miss Scarlett, Miss Irish! Are you both okay? I did exactly what you told me. The top reporters and high-ranking officers are all here now."
"You did amazing," Scarlett replied with a grateful smile.
Arthur, still bound, started screaming.
"You don't understand! I'm the one trying to save you! She's going to kill everyone! Every single one of you!"
His voice was full of desperation. He tried to break free, twisting and yelling.
"I know all of this because I've traveled through time! I can go back! Just let me explain! Let me go!"
But no one listened. Not anymore.
Soon, a tall man wearing a decorated police uniform walked up to Scarlett. He was middle-aged but had a sharp, confident face. His presence alone commanded respect.
"Thanks to you, we've not only captured several dangerous criminals," he said, bowing slightly, "but you've also helped us uncover Arthur's true actions. You may have just saved us from a terrible disaster in the future."
He straightened up. "Now, if you agree, we'll take Arthur and the others into custody."
But Scarlett stepped forward and shook her head.
"You can take the others," she said firmly. "But Arthur stays with me."
"But why?", The police questioned.
"What do you mean why?, Can you handle world's top hunter?, He'll escape in no time, He'll be with me and I will also decided what punishment should be given to him!", Scarlett proposed.
The answer was very logical, Last time they arrested Arthur when he interfered with summoning ritual, He himself let himself get arrested and didn't reisist.
If others could restrain him, Why would he supposed to be called 'Strongest'?
The policeman thought for a second and then looked down,"I need to talk with my superiors But by the time being You can take him!",