Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

With Liliana’s Decree, it took literally... no time for her to amass ten thousand Star Union experts and one Cosmic Union expert, a force already stronger than any stretch of the fifty-five percent she had claimed through slower contracts.

The instant those newly bound subordinates settled under her sway, she stopped measuring the world in weeks and started measuring it in hours.

And just as she had already resolved, the Aegis Law would not be destroyed—it would be claimed.

A month later, the task was complete.

She had not spent those weeks creeping from city to city, nor distributing contracts one by one.

The moment the first General knelt, she continued her ascent through the skies and went straight to the main stronghold hanging high in the atmosphere of Cylas.

When Liliana arrived, she issued the Decree of Eternal Contracts for the second time, watching as unwavering loyalty swept through the rest of the branch just as it had with the ten thousand before them.

With her standing at the Cosmic Union rank, there was simply no way any of the Angels left in the world of Cylas could even dream of resisting her decree.

The only way to break it was to surpass her total power output—an utterly impossible feat for these beings, especially when considering her divine-ranked bloodlines and the formidable artifacts she possessed: her blood coat and hat, which together granted an additional twenty-eight points of battle prowess.

Once her Decree took hold, millions upon millions of Star Union experts fell under her sway, their loyalty now bound to her will.

Among them stood two formidable Cosmic Union Generals, lending even greater power to her newfound authority.

Those who had been left behind to govern the world now bowed in service to the Goddess of Eternal Grimoires.

Over the next four weeks, Liliana didn’t bother returning to the tedious task of issuing contracts one by one to bring the rest of the world under her control.

No, by now that would’ve been a step backward—especially since she already had the world’s rulers firmly under her command, opening the door to far more intriguing possibilities.

Once the Aegis Law branch was in her possession, she instead tapped into an innate power she had previously experimented with on the smallest of fine print.

[Goddess’ Edit]

She had pulled that trick before, sneaking extra clauses into agreements that were already signed.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

The real scope of her power was the ability to alter written records, spoken transcripts, contracts, and all sorts of agreements, no matter their form.

And with the remaining portion of Cylas still living under the philosophy of the Aegis Law.

Their days, their disputes, their silence, all of it still ran on creed and decrees...

Liliana didn’t bother to argue with the machinery; instead, she rewrote it entirely.

Just hours after defeating ten thousand strong, the very decrees that had once kept the world in chains were rewritten to serve her, and those still bound by them came under her control without another battle.

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Even though Liliana had managed to complete her task not in a month, but within mere hours of declaring it would take that long, she still hadn’t departed from the world of Cylas.

In fact, she had waited patiently for the full month to pass.

Now, in the dim confines of the Dark Hold, she sat alone, a glass of dark blood in hand, sipping without haste.

Her red coat remained draped over her shoulders, while her hat rested on the table beside her.

The chamber was quiet enough that she could hear her own swallow.

Moments after the world fell completely under his influence, she had tried to reach Akasha.

She broke her token and waited for his response, knowing the work on Cylas was finished.

Before moving on, she wanted to be sure if there was anything else he needed from her.

As expected, she couldn’t have known he was unavailable at the time, so he hadn’t shown up.

In front of her, a purple-and-white portal had lingered in the same spot for an entire month, its other side shrouded in darkness, left unaccepted.

She turned the glass slowly between her fingers, her gaze fixed on that sealed glow.

"Husband... You could at least refuse me properly," she muttered, then drank again.

The problem wasn’t just that Akasha wasn’t coming to see her—though that was part of it.

The bigger concern was the delay in going to reinforce her father, especially since she was still completely in the dark about his situation.

Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to leave this world without knowing what would become of it. So she waited a little longer.

At last... after a few more hours, the portal connected. The black on the far side thinned and opened onto the interior of Akasha’s treehouse, familiar wood and white fruit and the quiet of a room that did not belong to her.

Seeing this, Liliana’s mouth curved at once.

"Finally..." she said as she started to rise.

It didn’t take long to realize the figure emerging wasn’t him at all.

Luna stepped through with a playful smile curling at her lips, as if she’d known from the very first step exactly whose face would be waiting on the other side.

"Fufufu~" she chuckled, meeting Lilana’s gaze. "Let me guess, I’m not quite who you were expecting, huh?"

The portal sealed shut behind her, a soft shimmer fading from the air.

Strands of pink-and-purple hair floated lazily around her as she glanced about the chamber with easy curiosity, noting the black stone walls, the towering windows, and the glass on the table, its rim still glistening with moisture.

In that moment, Liliana’s smile faltered.

The word "husband" lingered in her chest like a familiar refrain she had whispered too many times in private.

But seeing Luna again brought the weight of it crashing back into the room with her.

’Ugh... why is she here?!’ she groaned inwardly.

Standing before her was one of Akasha’s real lovers, not the harmless fantasies she had let herself believe in.

Though it wasn’t that she truly disliked Luna—or Yume, for that matter; if anything, it was just a flicker of jealousy.

A small flicker....

Catching the unspoken tension, Luna only smiled, gliding forward a few more steps. Her gaze drifted lazily over a carved pillar before settling on the empty second chair.

Liliana, hands steady but more deliberate than necessary, set her glass down with exaggerated care.

"Where is Akasha?" Liliana asked, eyes narrowed, the glass still leaving a faint ring of blood on the table where she had set it down too carefully.

"Hmm?"

Luna turned as if the question had been a pleasant surprise rather than a demand.

Her pink and purple hair slipped over her shoulder, and the heart-shaped sparkle in her eyes caught the dim light of the chamber, holding it fast.

"Well," she said, tasting the next words on purpose, "my love is currently undergoing an evolution."

The phrase landed in the room like a hand on a bruise.

Liliana felt the last trace of her smile fade before she could stop it.

’My love,’ she thought, her expression frozen in perfect stillness.

Inside, irritation burned hotter than the blood in her glass.

’Just... enjoy your time for now. Once he’s mine, I’ll keep him so completely to myself that you’ll consider yourself lucky to catch a hint of his presence.’

Luna didn’t dwell on the subject of evolution.

Instead, she moved deeper into the chamber, her gaze drifting over the black stone and the untouched second chair with casual amusement, knowing her actions were not sitting well with Liliana.

"I must admit... You did well," she said, her tone softening, almost warm. "I’d say you can call the mission a success."

Liliana gave a single nod, the praise lingering on her tongue with all the flavor of plain water.

"Is there anything else I should take care of?" she asked. Luna shook her head, and the movement sent another loose strand of pink-and-purple hair sliding across her cheek.

"No. You’re free to go lend your support to your father."

Liliana’s brow lifted, only for her to shake her head almost as quickly as the question began to form in her mind.

’Is she really that strong?’ she wondered, realizing that the mention of her father made it clear Luna could see right through her.

She started to speak, but her mouth closed again when she noticed Luna already striding toward the castle’s exit, her heels tapping softly against the stone.

Without slowing, Luna glanced over her shoulder and spoke again.

"Even so, you might want to stick around for a moment. I’ll make things easier for everyone."

Liliana stayed rooted to the spot, watching her leave without a word.

The lingering chill from the portal clung stubbornly to the center of the chamber, and the empty glass in her hand carried a faint sweet copper tang.

Luna’s playful smile was already fixed on the doorway, as though the castle walls themselves were in on her private joke.

"Easier for everyone," Liliana muttered, her voice pitched too low for politeness, laced with a bite that refused to yield. "How generous of you."

Luna glanced over her shoulder, her face alight with amusement rather than any hint of offense.

"Fufufu~ Don’t be so bitter, little Red Lady. I’m just making things easier for My Love."

Tilting her head, her eyes sparkled mischievously.

"At the very least, you can take pride in knowing he’ll be pleased you got it done. That should be enough for you... right?"

Liliana let out a short, humorless laugh, lifting the glass again simply for something to hold.

"You... just keep at it, woman," she said. "I remember everything."