Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 120.2
Seeing the light scattering from the tip of Carla’s hand, the face of someone familiar with magic twitches in fear.
The thunderbolt re-tints the forest, which is tinged vermilion with fire, white.
The combined higher Sorcery [Thunderbolt] of wind and water killed the assassin pierced by [Ice Lance] instantly, and paralyzed other assassins through the frozen ground, paralyzing them on the spot.
Then, looking at Carla, who immediately released flames into both hands, one of the assassins understood with despair that Carla had no intention of escaping from the beginning, nor did she intend to let any of them escape.
The man, who saw in her smile, unchanged from the beginning, that Carla only wanted to kill him, let out the words of vindictiveness as he was burned by the flames that were then unleashed.
Why didn’t the assailants retreat when the rank four was killed?
From the very beginning… the reason they attacked her instead of running away was not because of their pride or willpower as assassins, but because of their “fear” as weaklings encountering an overwhelming predator.
“People die. Everybody dies.”
Carla did not kill to survive, she killed because she did not value even her own life.
Death had always been close to her since she was a child. Having acquired all attributes, Carla did not think she would live long. No heroic human being lived to be 30 years old with all attributes, as far as she could tell from her research in books.
Carla’s killing people…trying to destroy this country was just an act of selfishness. It was a grand “road trip” for herself, who had lost her future and would die in the not-too-distant future.
For Carla, who had lived this way since she was a child, the value of life, including her own life, was not worth a single copper coin.
She did not care when she would die. But before then, she would take as many people as possible with her on her way to the other side.
But when did it happen? When did her purpose for killing change a little bit?
Since that day… since she met “her”.
A girl with stained gray hair, who had the smell of “death” more intense than Carla’s, and who continued to fight against her destiny.
Her fierce way of life and her eyes that hold a strong will to kill even kings, made Carla wish for the first time not to “live to die” but to “die to live”.
If she was going to die, she wanted “her” to kill her.
Carla did not want to be killed by anyone other than “her”.
To become strong enough to be killed. To do so, she even accepted a [gift] that she would have laughed at years ago as trivial, and sought more power.
Carla dreamed about it. On a beautiful stage where many people gather, two people would kill each other, surrounded by flames, killing “her” and being killed by “her”.
From that moment on, the destruction of this country and the desire to kill her father in the worst possible manner on the worst possible stage have become mere “accessories” to make her take it seriously.
So now she was seriously thinking about the destruction of this country. All because She wanted to be killed by that person.
Perhaps it was because of the Gift she had gained, but when she laughed, she lost even more of her scarce strength, and blood spilled onto the palm of her hand as she coughed.
But it was all because she wanted to do so. She decided how to use her remaining life.
If Carla, the royal fiancée but not so relevant, was targeted by these assailants who tried to take her life, Carla thought that the royal family would surely have been attacked as well.
If that were to happen, “she” would surely appear. She will show up to kill everything that stands in the way of her destiny.
Carla looked back at the path she had taken to see where the Crown Prince was coming from, and as if she could “smell” something, she inhaled slowly and started to walk in that direction with joyful steps, bouncing in the direction of the path.
“Death Aria is on her way.”
“What the heck are you doing? Who sent you?”
Rockwell and Mikhail stepped forward to protect Crown Prince Ervan and Alicia, who clung to his arms.
The assailants stopped the carriage in which the Crown Prince and his group were riding and told them to get out of the carriage and line up in front of it; the Royal Guards that the Crown Prince had with him and the knight of the Dark Guards that Mikhail had with him had already been killed.
Besides the Royal Guard, a platoon of the Second Order, which was doing the exercises this time, was escorting them, and when Rockwell, whose father had a general knighthood, realized that they were in communication with the assailants, he glared at the man who looked like a platoon leader, trembling with anger.
“Rockwell-sama, I have nothing against you or the General, but everything is for a good cause.”
“There is no such thing as a cause for this! If His Highness is forced to disappear, this country will be in ruins once again.”
“It is a necessary pain. We can no longer stop.”
“It is not you who will feel the pain, but the people…”
There was no point in this discussion because our positions are too different to begin with. They would never change their opinions because they have a different landing point in sight.
With this in mind, Mikhail left the conversation with the platoon leader to Rockwell and searched for a way to save Ervan alone.
Ervan was protecting a girl named Alicia, but from Mikhail’s point of view, he wanted the Crown Prince to have the guts to survive even if he had to use her as a shield.
That Alicia also looked frightened at first glance, but there was no hint of fright on her face, and it was doubtful if she really understood the current situation.
“Lastly, Rockwell-sama and Mikhail-sama, I will not take your life if you agree to join our side. Some restrictions are necessary, but, how about it?”
“Neither Mikhail nor I can agree to that!”
Ervan’s face paled, and he gulped at the platoon leader’s words, and after a moment Rockwell rejected him, and perhaps anticipating this as well, the platoon leader raised one hand and the assassins in leather armor stepped forward.
“Too bad. Then let us kill him without pain.”
At the same time as the platoon leader spoke, the assassins pulled out their black-lacquered blades, and just then–
At that moment, all the animals in the forest began to make a commotion at once, and as if piercing through the green curtain of the forest, a peach-haired girl riding a huge black beast appeared, and while easily leaping over their stunned heads, the girl muttered in a low voice.
“Nero, kill them.”
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