Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 134.2
“–[Ice Lance]–“
Immediately, intercepting Magic was released from Carla. But then, black blood spurts out from Gostola’s back, and it turns into distorted black wings that made him fly and dodge the Ice Lance.
The black wings were not the ability of a Vampire, but a dark magic that was passed down among the vampire clans through their own blood. Gostola, who had used his power to avoid Carla’s attack, struck her with the magic sword given to him by his new collaborator.
BAKIN!!!
However, the full force of the blow was deflected by Carla’s knife, which was reinforced with black thorns. Even so, Carla, who had no dagger skills, could only deflect the blow, and the knife’s blade was shattered.
“This is the end!”
Gostola, at his best opportunity, took a Combat Skill stance to launch his greatest attack.
In the thought acceleration of the shattered steel blade dancing, Gostola noticed that she had a distorted smile on her face as she looked at Carla, who could surely kill her at this distance.
“–[Fire Arrow]–“
Carla casts level 1 Fire Magic [Fire Arrow]. But no matter how much fire is a Vampire’s weakness, a low-level Sorcery shouldn’t be enough to stop Gostola.
“…Nah.”
More than a hundred [Fire Arrows] were produced to fill the entire place with that single chant.
“Go!!!”
More than a hundred Fire Arrows were shot out at the same time, and when Gostola flicked one he couldn’t avoid with his arm, a mere level 1 Sorcery carbonized his right arm halfway through.
“Guuohhhhhhh!!!”
“Gostola-sama!”
The Vampire Girl of Evil Race, who was probably rushing in while the Fire Arrow was visible, changed position to replace Gostola and was scorched to ashes by a dozen Fire Arrows.
At that moment, all the lower-ranked Vampires commanded by Evil Race used themselves as shields to block the Fire Arrows, as if they were cutting into the Fire Arrow’s line of fire. But–
“–Where are you going?”
Concentrating on dodging the Fire Arrow, the Vampires did not notice Carla’s approach, and Carla grabbed Gostola’s right arm, which was beginning to regenerate, and ripped it apart with the strengthening of the black thorns.
“Go away!!”
As Gostola backed away, protected by the surviving Evil Races, Carla also went down to the ground and toyed with the bloody black.
Hundreds of failures had already been reduced to ashes in the flames, and only four Evil Races remained, including Gostola.
“I think it’s time to go…”
“What?”
Gostola, holding one arm, asked back to Carla, who blurted out a whisper. But Carla didn’t answer. Instead, she looked around the catacombs, which were beginning to burst into flames, and spoke incredulously to them.
“This place is not going to hold much longer. You guys can go now.”
“What the heck are you…?”
Carla told the Evil Race to go away as if they were an annoyance to her. Gostola again asked what she meant by that, and Carla smiled and waved her hand lightly.
“You don’t need to know. I have nothing against the Evil Race from the beginning. Now, hurry up, or you’ll be buried alive here, okay?”
“…I’ll Remember this.”
At Carla’s words, Gostola uttered a few words of dismissal and disappeared into the darkness with his men.
“…”
Carla watched silently, and when she realized that the presence was completely gone, the cheerful smile on her face turned into a distorted smile of madness.
“Oh, Aria… I can’t wait to see you covered in blood.”
Carla did not accompany Aria to clean up the Evil Race after it left her hands. Her true purpose was to bring the Evil Race to confront Aria and lure her into a never-ending battlefield.
The Evil Race was just one of Carla’s many schemes. Whether it left Carla’s hands or perished of their own accord, Carla had not cared from the beginning.
Her hatred for this country has not disappeared. But when Carla met [her], hatred, anger, and intrigue all dropped below her in priority.
From the first time I met her, her presence was a revelation.
A girl of the same age who would face Carla head-on, even an adult would be frightened of her, yet the girl was the only one to look straight at her.
She was the only one. She was the only one who stood in the same place as Carla, who was walking barefoot on the edge of madness in the pitch-black darkness.
Her eyes always stared off into the distance. But Carla would not be there beyond that point.
Carla would hurt her to make herself visible in her eyes. For that reason, she wanted to hurt her, and to make her a bloody mess.
She looked good covered in blood. Whether it was her own blood or someone else’s….
Aria was beautiful in Carla’s imagination as she killed Carla in cold blood.
Holding her cheeks, which were about to collapse in a smile with her fingertips coated in black blood, Carla looked ecstatic in the flames.
Those exhausted Evil Races would surely turn to new collaborators. Aria would surely be at the other end of the line. There was no way that she would be killed by anyone other than Carla. It was impossible for anyone but Aria to kill her as well.
She would destroy the country that had driven her mad. If she started killing all the nobles gathered at the castle, Aria would fight against Carla.
She wanted the bloody kingdom to be the stage for her final battle.
But if Aria were weak, that would interfere with her wish of a beautiful match to death.
Aria will surely become even stronger as she feeds on the blood of the Evil Race. And then, on the glamorous stage where many nobles gather, Aria and Carla would kill each other in the midst of the nobles, falling in a sea of blood.
“Aria…hurry up and get stronger. And…kill me.”