Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

Lorien instantly understood that Wanda’s message wasn’t meant to be taken literally. When you’re talking to a woman, you have to remember—what she says isn’t always what she really means.

If she says she can drink ice water, it means she’s not on her period. If she says she’s not going home tonight, brought her charger, the dorm’s closed, she only has her ID—what she means is: it’s a green light. If she says something’s broken at home and asks you to fix it, no matter what it is, treat it like a clogged drain and get to work.

So when Wanda said the attack wasn’t a big deal, what she really meant was that the important thing was they’d get to see each other. Got it?

Lorien replied:

[Lorien: Shh, close your eyes.]

Seeing the message, Wanda—standing near the Sanctum—closed her eyes.

Meanwhile, in the northern building, before snapping his fingers, Lorien had told Hela to go home, play games, and text him if anything came up. He even handed her a phone.

Snap!

In the next instant, Lorien appeared silently at Wanda’s right side and tapped her left shoulder.

"Who?!"

Startled, Wanda turned left.

"Mmhmm~" Lorien made a nasal sound.

She looked back immediately.

"Lorien~~~!"

The moment she saw him, she practically sang his name before launching herself into a fierce hug. The impact was so strong it nearly forced the Multiversal-level Lorien back a few steps.

He hugged her back, ran a hand through her hair, and asked,

"How can you just charge in like that, Wanda?"

Smack! She playfully slapped his back.

"You’re terrible."

"You’re only figuring that out now?"

Lorien smiled and patted her head.

"So, what happened?"

Wanda stepped back from his arms.

"I’m not exactly sure. But I heard a renegade sorcerer attacked the Sanctum. Seems like he’s either trying to steal something or destroy it. A lot of people came through portals, so I tagged along to see."

That was all Lorien needed to hear—Kaecilius. His plan: let Dormammu descend from the Dark Dimension and grant him eternal life. Laughable.

Boom~~~!

Before Lorien could respond, an explosion shook the air outside. A group of sorcerers rushed past, their spells flaring as they clashed.

Golden whips and glowing blades might look impressive to normal people, but to Lorien, it was nothing more than a bunch of kids brawling.

The battle outside grew fiercer. Wanda glanced at him.

"Should I help?"

She figured that since she was here learning magic, lending a hand was the least she could do. Lorien didn’t object—he wouldn’t have to lift a finger anyway.

Ding~

His phone buzzed.

[Hela: Pervert, your little spider is looking for you.]

Gwen? Was she here for a fight?

"Hold on," Lorien told Wanda. "Gwen’s here. I’ll see if she wants in. Pretty sure she’s never fought a sorcerer before."

Snap!

Back in the northern building—

"Over here!" Gwen waved as soon as she saw him.

"Gwen, there’s a fight at Wanda’s place. Want in?" Lorien asked directly. "A bunch of dark sorcerers attacked the Sanctum. Things are heating up."

"Sorcerers?!" Gwen’s eyes lit up. "Never fought one before! I’m in!"

Perfect. Two fighters were better than one. Lorien turned to Hela.

"You coming?"

Her ears had already perked up. Finally, he’d called her. She hopped to her feet.

"I’ve killed plenty of sorcerers. Death never gets boring."

She talked big for someone her height, but fine.

"Let’s go."

The next moment, Gwen’s Symbiote suit enveloped her instantly.

Snap!

The three of them appeared beside Wanda.

Wanda eyed Gwen’s look with mild surprise.

"New style today?"

"Of course," Gwen said, scanning the surroundings.

Hela’s gaze shifted to the sounds of battle outside.

"That’s out there?"

"Yes. But hold on," Lorien said.

"Huh?" Gwen frowned.

Lorien reached into the void and drew out a long, pitch-black sword—the Black Necrosword. Hela’s eyes widened.

He handed the purified blade to Gwen.

"Here. The Black Necrosword. It can kill gods."

"Whoa~!" Gwen gasped, taking the sword and giving it a few swings. Ink-like shadows trailed through the air with each slash.

"This feels amazing—like I was born to wield it!"

Lorien glanced at her Symbiote suit. That explained it—perfect compatibility. Like a son meeting his father.

The moment he gave Gwen the sword, two sets of curious eyes fixed on him—Wanda’s and Hela’s.

Lorien cleared his throat.

"You’ll find out after you’ve mastered magic. For now, it’s a secret."

Wanda’s smile bloomed instantly.

"I’m just curious about Gwen’s equipment."

On the other side, Hela’s reaction was much simpler.

"You’re not worthy."

The moment those words left her mouth, Hela’s face soured instantly. She was miserable—not only could she not get it for herself, she had to watch Lorien hand it over to someone else right in front of her. How could she stand that~!

Did one have to be Lorien’s woman to enjoy such benefits?

Ah!

Wait, maybe that actually was the case.

With that thought, Hela sighed. The gods were truly unfair.

Boom~~~!

Right then, the massive doors of the Sanctum Sanctorum burst open. Sorcerers who had gone to provide support were hurled back through the entrance. Several black-marked sorcerers stormed inside.

It wasn’t that the defenders were weak—black sorcerers generally gained their power through sacrifices, so it was normal for them to be stronger. Besides, it served the needs of the story.

The dark sorcerers who charged in fixed their attention on Lorien, particularly on the three framed gateways behind him. These were portals to the other Sanctum Sanctorums. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t just the New York Sanctum under attack—London and Hong Kong were also being assaulted.

Lorien also noticed something else: Stephen, who should have appeared by now, was nowhere to be seen. Did he not come? Or had he gone to one of the other Sanctums?

No time to dwell on it.

"Move aside!"

The black sorcerers didn’t waste time with words—they were already charging forward. Wanda, Gwen, and Hela all turned their heads toward Lorien, silently waiting for his command.

Lorien nodded and gave a light wave of his hand.

"Rabbit Talisman."

The moment he gave permission, Gwen swung her long sword horizontally and shot forward at incredible speed.

Pssh!

In an instant, one sorcerer was cut down. All the blood in his body drifted through the air and into Gwen’s Symbiote battle suit as she came to a stop behind him.

Lorien nodded in satisfaction. Gwen’s performance in battle proved she’d already been pushed to Elder God–level under his guidance. She was perhaps just a single key ability away from Sky Father–level—and even those at Sky Father–level weren’t untouchable to her. If they were struck by the Black Necrosword in her hand, even Sky Father–level beings would be wounded, if not killed outright. Especially a physically fragile sorcerer like the Ancient One.

"Damn it!"

The other dark sorcerers were terrified. What kind of monster was this? In the blink of an eye, their comrade was gone without leaving even a shadow!

"Fuck! We’ve got no way out! Move!"

One of them shouted, clasping his hands together to unleash dark magic—

Pfft!

A Nightsword appeared in his chest before he could act.

"Ugh..."

He looked down at the blade piercing his heart, as if considering pulling it out, but his strength was already gone. With a dull thud, he collapsed to the ground.

The remaining black sorcerers, desperate to survive, began chanting forbidden incantations.

"Great ruler of the Dark Dimension, I—ugh...!"

He never finished. Wanda extended one hand, lifting him into the air. Scarlet energy wrapped completely around him.

"Loudmouth."

Plop!

She clenched her fist, and the black sorcerer exploded into a spray of blood. Retracting her hand, she turned to Lorien.

"I don’t know why, but when he started reciting those spells, I felt such intense hatred."

"That’s normal," Lorien replied with a nod. "He was trying to draw on Dormammu’s power from the Dark Dimension. And you have ancient power yourself, which puts you in direct opposition."

"This is the first I’ve heard of that. Hostile relationship?"

"Oh no—strictly speaking, it’s a different sort of relationship," Lorien said, searching for an example but coming up short. "Kind of like colleagues... but in a vicious competition."

"So you’ll naturally be repulsed by people who use that kind of power. If I’d used it back then, we probably wouldn’t even be here today."

"You’re talking nonsense again!"

Wanda’s eyes widened at his last remark. She immediately rushed forward and clapped a hand over his mouth.

When it came to matters of the heart, Wanda refused to allow even the slightest risk. She wouldn’t even let herself imagine it.

"Ugh..."

On the other side, Hela saw the scene unfold. She didn’t even bother mocking anyone—just let out a sorrowful sigh. Then she turned all that frustration on the dark sorcerers.

"Die, all of you! Nightsword! Nightsword! Nightsword!"

Hela was so riled up she went on a bit of a rampage, but even then, her kill rate couldn’t match Gwen’s.

...

A few minutes later, Gwen returned to Lorien’s side.

"Swish~"

At the same time, her Symbiote battle suit retracted.

"Lorien, what should I do with this sword? Make a sword case for it?"

Gwen held the Black Necrosword, unsure how to put it away.

"It’s simple."

Lorien turned to her and explained. "Just stab the Black Necrosword into your Symbiote battle suit. They’re the same—so they can coexist."

Gwen blinked in surprise. "It can do that!?"

She didn’t hesitate to test it, plunging the Black Necrosword into her suit without even wondering if Lorien might be messing with her.

The moment the blade touched the Symbiote, it rippled and melted into it like water.

"It really works~!" Gwen said with delight. "This makes carrying it so convenient!"

From the side, Hela’s eyes were filled with envy.

"I wish I had one..."

She was truly jealous now. When she first met Gwen, the girl had been weak—just a bit more agile and physically capable.

But now? She was at least at Elder God–level, no weaker than Hela at her mature peak. And on top of that, she had the Black Necrosword...

This sword could even kill Odin. If Hela had it, she’d probably rush off to kill him on the spot.

...

With the fight over, Lorien glanced back at the battlefield. The dark sorcerers were all dead. The Sanctum’s sorcerers had suffered some losses, but many had survived. Those still able to walk leaned on each other for support before coming forward to bow.

"Thank you very much for your help!"

Lorien nodded and waved them off. "Go get some rest."

The sorcerers bowed again before leaving.

Once they were gone, Wanda looked around. "So... what do we do now?"

Good question, Wanda—because I have no idea either.

At that moment, Gwen’s gaze landed on the other Sanctum portals behind Lorien. A sudden idea lit up her eyes.

"Aren’t the other Sanctums under attack too? Should we go check them out?"

Hearing that, both Hela and Wanda turned toward Lorien.

He thought about it. Nothing else to do... maybe take a trip abroad? Could be fun.

"Let’s go."

With a wave of his hand, Lorien led the three women straight into the London Sanctum.

"Stop them!"

"Kill them! For eternal life!"

"Charge!"

"Argh—!"

The moment they arrived, chaos surrounded them. The London Sanctum was in the middle of a fierce battle.

What was going on? Did London have more sorcerers than usual?

Lorien scanned the area and saw just as many dark sorcerers as defenders.

A sorcerer guarding the Sanctum heard someone teleport in from behind and turned, relief on his face.

"Reinforcements are—"

But as soon as he saw them, his words died. These weren’t Sanctum sorcerers.

On the other side, the dark sorcerers thought their New York allies had arrived—until they turned and realized something was off.

Four newcomers. One man, three women. None of them looked like sorcerers.

Who the hell were they?

Still, they didn’t seem like enemies at first glance. A British man in a long robe and trench coat, clearly one of the local defenders, was the first to speak.

"Are you here... to help us?"

Lorien was about to answer, but Hela jumped in first.

"We’re here to play~!"

That made Lorien chuckle. Well... she wasn’t wrong. Wanda and Gwen also smiled at the line, but the others didn’t find it amusing in the slightest.

"Play?!"

They were fighting for their lives, and these people were here to play?

The dark sorcerers, seeing everyone distracted, seized the chance.

"Attack! Join forces with Grand Sorcerer Kaecilius!"

At the command, they surged forward, while the Sanctum’s defenders scrambled to form a defense.

"Hold the line! Drive them back!"

"The Sanctum will send reinforcements!"

And so, the two sides clashed once more, right in front of Lorien’s group.

Lorien scanned the crowd but didn’t spot a single familiar face—not even the head of the London Sanctum rang a bell.

With nothing holding his interest, he waved a hand.

"Take them all out. Time to move on—no one I know here, nothing to talk about."