Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 131.2

That was why they were sent to the Kingdom of Cleydale, which was farther away from the lands of the Evil Race, with only ten of their most skilled members. From a different perspective, only the vampire clans could expect to achieve great results with such a few fighters and could hide out in this country to achieve results in the war.

However, Vampires could not walk under the sun. Their appearance was too different, and they were easily recognized as Dark Elves.

When they reached Cleydale, they were approached by individuals who had been in contact with the Evil Race. They provided the Evil Race, Sarara and her group, with a base of operations and the information they needed. Although they had their own agenda, Sarara and her group dared to take advantage of it and started to engage in dark activities in the Kingdom of Cleydale.

The leader of Sarara’s group, who had a plan based on the information, ordered Sarara and a few others to attack villages that were not even on the map to increase the number of servants.

Just as she was doing her work, two girls appeared in front of Sarara. A Scout and a Master of Sorcery. Adventurers, perhaps? Both were of a high rank with a fighting strength of around 1500, but neither was an enemy to Sarara, a senior Vampire who stood at night.

The only one to be wary of was the Master of Sorcery, who used a flame sorcery. Sarara was so wary of the Sorceress that she misjudged the strength of the Peach Blonde Girl, which turned out to be a formidable adversary.

This scout girl was a tricky foe, and Sarara, noticing that the Sorceress showed no sign of moving, decided that while she was wary of the sorceress, she should first crush this scout.

“Woman…tell me your name.”

“Aria.”

*Gakkin!!! 

At that moment, without even a sign that either of them had moved, Sarara’s chain struck like a snake, and Aria parried it with her black dagger.

Sarara’s ears caught the sound of an approaching gust of wind from the side. It was probably one of those hidden weapons she used that was attached to the end of the string she had seen earlier. If she dodged it, there would be an opening. But a vampire had their own way of fighting.

*Gusa! 

Sarara caught the black iron weight that flew in an arc with her left arm, causing flesh to burst and bones to shatter, but Sarara jumped in without hesitation and brandished her chain.

Aria avoided the sharp end of the chain as she leapt aside. Even though Aria’s Strength paled in comparison to Sarara who had a combat power of around 2,000, Aria’s speed was slightly superior to Sarara’s. Nevertheless, Sarara was not in a panic.

Sarara was not in a hurry. Wounds that would take a lesser Vampire dozens of seconds to regenerate would be restored in seconds by a higher rank Vampire, and their Undead bodies were immune to poisons and fatigue unlike those of the living.

“You have lost, Aria.”

“…”

There was no way she could lose, even if she was only slightly faster, Aria’s slashes at Sarara, who did not defend herself, simply continued to regenerate in the blink of an eye.

 (What a waste.)

With this in mind, Sarara brandished her chain, but Aria, who she thought to be on the losing side, slashed her back. One attack turned into two, and then three slashes at once, and then Sarara noticed that something was wrong.

 (Aria’s speed is increasing!)

Sweat splattered from Aria, who was breathing heavily and looking exhausted, and silver wings seemed to flutter like the residue of light on the girl’s back as she wielded her blade like a dancer.

Before she knew it, Aria was using both of her weapons to unleash a series of furious attacks: a black knife slicing through Sarara’s tendons and sinews, a black dagger piercing her eyes and shattering her bones.

The wounds failed to regenerate. No, they were prevented from regenerating. Sarara’s magical element had been depleted by the great deal of regeneration performed in such a short period of time. At this rate, she would be killed. Finally realizing this fact, Sarara changed her girlish appearance into that of a beast, and leaped forward, abandoning her chains in order to sip Aria’s blood and magical power.

Even with a near-fatal wound, if she did not die, she could kill her enemy. Sarara took a final gamble, abandoning even her pride. But–

“Gah?”

Sarara kneeled on the ground as her unregenerate knee joint was shattered.

Sarara had taken too many unprotected attacks. She realized it was too late.

Seeing Aria swinging her knife in front of her with a gentle movement towards her, the word “death”, which had not even crossed her mind for several hundred years, came to Sarara’s mind for the first time since she became a Vampire.

“–[Rage Critical]–“

And the last thing Sarara saw was the ground beside her, and her own headless body spewing black blood.

“You were too conceited.”

***

The Vampire that attacked the mountain village was exterminated. Actually, it was a Vampire from the Evil Race, but the body that was the proof of the Vampire’s existence turned to ashes in the morning, leaving only its Magic Stone.

Nevertheless, if the magic stone was taken to the Adventurers’ Guild for appraisal, it would be found to be both the Evil Race and a Vampire, and the magic stone could then be sold. Selling the Magic Stone would provide the villagers with a source of income for the foreseeable future.

There were only about a dozen villagers who survived, but they chose not to stay in the village and were headed for the city where their lord was located, the acting chief told us. He explained that with their reduced numbers, they could reach the place where there were people in the light of day by using horse-drawn wagons.

At that moment, I silently repelled a stone that flew from behind me and turned my gaze to see a mother hurriedly holding up a boy who had thrown a stone at me.

“Why did you kill my father!”

The boy exclaimed as his mother held him back.

“Because you and I were weak.”

“What?”

I walked up to the boy, who was absolutely mortified, and look down at him with cold eyes as I continued to speak.

“Because I was weak, the only way to save you was to kill your father. Because you were weak, you could not stop the Vampire from attacking your father.”

The villagers who were packing stopped, and all eyes turned to me.

“If you don’t want to be robbed, be strong. Your father went against the Vampire to protect his family, didn’t he? If you regret it, be strong enough to kill me. Don’t let anyone take something from you again.”

“…”

The boy looked down as if biting his lower lip, and a few of the villagers looked away from me as if contemplating.

What I said to this boy were also words for myself.

If I didn’t want anyone to be taken from me, I would have to become strong. If I were weak, I would lose everything and end up as a corpse.

The villagers, having packed their bags, left the village where they were born and raised. Just before they left, several villagers, including the boy’s mother, bowed to me, and the boy’s eyes, which had never looked back, looked straight ahead.

And then–

“Carla.”

“After all, Aria looks good covered in blood.”

I called out to her, stained with blood from my enemies, and Carla, who approached me with an intoxicated expression, wiped the blood on my cheek with her finger and licked it off as if she were tasting nectar.

“What do you really know about this situation?”

I asked, and Carla laughed like a mischievous child and let the morning breeze carry her words.

“You already know, don’t you? I was the one who brought the Evil Race into this country.”

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