At this moment, Yuiri was experiencing an utterly surreal sensation.
It wasn't just shock or disbelief at the sudden surge of power she had displayed—there was something more, something miraculous.
Though panicked, the moment she gripped Tenyuryo, she could feel her spiritual energy being drawn out uncontrollably, circulating through the sacred weapon before being returned to her body, now amplified into something far stronger, radiating a divine aura that continuously enhanced her power.
In this state, she didn't just feel herself growing stronger—she could also sense emotions emanating from the spear in her hands.
That's right.
Emotions.
A pulse.
A resonance.
It was as if something deeply familiar was gently embracing her, causing her to unconsciously relax and surrender control.
Perhaps that was why she had instinctively charged forward, plunging into the army of mechanical puppets without hesitation.
Had she truly resisted, Tenyuryo would have found it difficult to manipulate her.
At the very least, under resistance, the divine skill she had just displayed would have been impossible.
It was precisely because Yuiri had, unknowingly, yielded to Tenyuryo that the spear could borrow her body to unleash such power.
"Is this… the Mechanical Demon-Purging Assault Spear Mark Seven?"
Yuiri was utterly mystified.
She was no stranger to the existence of the Mechanical Demon-Purging Assault Spear Mark Seven.
Once, during a compatibility test to see if she was worthy of wielding it, she had even held Sekkaro in her hands.
But back then, she had never felt anything like this.
This sensation—as if the weapon in her grasp wasn't some cold, lifeless tool, but a living being—was indescribably strange yet comforting.
Sekkaro had never given her such a feeling.
And so, after her initial shock, Yuiri completely let go of her resistance.
"H-How… How can this be…!?"
Ahead of her, the Staff Knight, now stripped of all his mechanical puppets, staggered back in disbelief.
In contrast, Yuiri was no longer panicked—only serene.
Thus, before she even realized it, she was already moving again.
Straight toward the Staff Knight.
"D-Don't come any closer!"
The Staff Knight shrieked, clearly terrified.
But in Yuiri's mind, there was only one thought:
"Right now… I can do this."
Unbeknownst to her, as she thought this, Tenyuryo began to glow brilliantly, geometric patterns unfolding along its blade.
And then—as if guided by divine inspiration—Yuiri began to chant.
"————I, Sword Shaman of the High God and priestess of the Lion, beseech thee————"
These were the words the pulse and resonance within her had conveyed—the incantation needed to unleash the spear's true power.
"————Dawn light of exorcism, spirit wolf of the heavens, grant me the divine might of thy steel, that I may smite a hundred evil spirits————"
The words flowed from her lips as naturally as breathing.
And in that instant—Yuiri and Tenyuryo became one.
"STAY AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEE—!!"
The Staff Knight let out a hysterical scream, throwing open her cloak as dark auroras surged forth.
This was the worst possible decision.
After all, it had already been proven—that foreign energy stood no chance against this spear.
In her panic, the Staff Knight had forgotten.
And that sealed her fate.
"Haaaaah!"
Yuiri became light itself, dashing forward in a flash, thrusting the spear straight into the Staff Knight's chest as she was engulfed in the dark aurora.
"SHIIIIING—!"
The moment the spear tip touched the darkness, a blinding radiance erupted.
Within that light, the black aurora was utterly annihilated, vanishing without a trace.
"Tenyuryo!"
For the first time, Yuiri called the spear's name, swinging it down with thunderous force.
"SCHLICK—!"
A sickening tear echoed as blood sprayed through the air.
"Guh… Ah…"
The Staff Knight's body was cleaved open, a gruesome wound splitting his torso as he collapsed like a broken puppet.
"Hah… Hah… Hah…"
Yuiri remained frozen in her stance, breathing heavily.
"Did… Did she win?"
Yukina watched the scene, both relieved and astonished.
"Tch!"
The Spear Knight, still locked in combat with Yukina, faltered for a moment before clicking his tongue and leaping back.
His retreat made one thing clear—he knew the battle was lost.
"ROOOOOOOAR—!"
At the same time, the dragon at the bottom of Shinjin Lake tore out the last Wyvern's throat, standing victorious atop their corpses, its body drenched in blood as it let out a triumphant roar.
The Cleansers' operation had, for all intents and purposes, failed.
Rozen allowed himself a small smile.
"Are you alright, Yuiri?"
"Y-Yeah! I'm fine!"
Yukina and Yuiri quickly regrouped, checking on each other.
As for the Knights of the Sinful God, only the Spear Knight remained standing—the others had all fallen.
The Spear Knight's face twisted in frustration, as though he couldn't accept this outcome.
But whether he accepted it or not, the result was already decided.
"What's wrong? Not planning to surrender yet?"
Rozen's tone was almost mocking as he addressed the Spear Knight.
"...You think I would bow to the power of two little girls?"
After a moment of silence, the Spear Knight responded in a low voice.
"Of course not." Rozen smirked. "I'm just reminding you—if you can't even defeat 'two little girls,' do you really want to keep fighting when I haven't even lifted a finger?"
The Spear Knight's face twitched violently.
Rozen's words had struck a nerve.
Of the three Knights of the Sinful God, the Spear Knight was undoubtedly the strongest and their leader.
But he was also painfully aware that the strongest person present wasn't Yukina or Yuiri—it was Rozen.
That was why, even in the midst of his battle with Yukina, the Spear Knight had kept most of his attention on Rozen, wary of his intervention.
Rozen had noticed—and played along, deliberately maintaining his presence without acting, keeping the Spear Knight on edge and preventing him from fighting at full strength.
Now, with his allies defeated, his Wyverns and puppets destroyed, and Rozen still not having moved a muscle, the outcome was obvious.
"Why… are you interfering with us?"
The Spear Knight gritted his teeth.
"Our noble cause… would benefit even you. So why stand in our way?"
At that, Rozen's eyebrow arched slightly.