Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 137.1
Those Who Seek, Those Who Pursue
“…[Treatment]…”
After confirming Grave’s death, I used [Cure] as I left the room filled with corrosive poison.
Although the poison was originally handled in a liquid form, and when gaseous, it was no longer instantly lethal, I inhaled too much of it into my lungs which hastened the end of the battle. Leaning my back against the wall of the passageway, I healed my lungs and respiratory system with [Cure], then I wiped the blood from my mouth and started running down the dark passageway.
Grave was a man with whom I had a history, but I didn’t feel any emotion about his death when I settled the matter because of the unnecessary things he had done. Grave must have had his own feelings for me, but they no longer reached me.
I swallowed a homemade recovery potion and a magic recovery potion that I took out of my pouch as I ran. My magical power and physical strength had decreased considerably. I was aware that I had pushed myself too hard, but I still gained something.
Even before I had mastered Iron Rose, I had always maintained a fighting style that placed emphasis on speed, which was my own unique trait, and after several battles that forced me to overexert myself, I was able to use my combat skill, Iron Rose, even without the need to activate it.
Although the consumption of magic power had doubled from the normal Iron Rose and was physically limited to a few seconds, I felt that this power would be my trump card going forward. And as a result, my magic control skills had reached level 5.
I had advanced, albeit only one step, to the limits of the human species, a realm that only the chosen ones could reach. I strengthened my body to the extent of my muscular strength with my magical control, kicked through the board fence that blocked the windows at a height equivalent to the fourth floor, and leaped into the sky where the sun had already gone down, and it was almost dark, however long it had been since I had entered this castle.
“Nero!!!”
[Gaoooo!!!]
I shouted into the night sky, and with a roar, the Black Gale that cuts through the night picked me up on its back as it danced up into the sky, running up the castle walls.
With my night vision, I saw the corpses of hundreds of these workhorses scattered throughout the forest. I patted the back of Nero, who had attracted so many enemies, and looked in the direction where Nero’s tentacles pointed, and there I saw one of the Evil Races torn to death by Nero.
I remembered that it was one of the Evil Races that Gostola had with him. Perhaps he stayed behind to let Gostola and his companions go on ahead, and fought against Nero.
I felt his determination to risk his life for his friends, be they may be Evil Race or Vampire, and I tightened my resolve not to take advantage of their conceit as I had done until now.
“Let’s continue the fight, Nero. let’s go after the Evil Race.”
[Gaaaaaaahh!!!]
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The journey from the Kendras estate to the royal capital would normally take three weeks to a month. However, this would be reduced to about a week if the journey was made by horse-drawn wagons or on foot in areas inhabited by people where safety was ensured to some extent, and if unusual means of transportation were used through deep forests inhabited by wolves and demons, the journey would be reduced to about a week.
On that day, at the nobleman’s mansion at the Sorcery Academy near the Royal Capital, the squires and servants were startled and flustered by the sudden return of their master, the Lady.
“Carla-sama!?”
“When did you return?”
“I thought you were headed to Kendras!”
“We didn’t see you…”
“I just got back.”
Carla suddenly appeared in the entrance hall of the mansion, black thorns stuck to her morbidly white skin, and without answering the panicked followers, told them only what she wanted.
“I’d rather have a cup of tea with honey. I’d also like to soak in some warm water, so can you prepare it for me right away?”
“Ye, yes.”
“We’ll get it ready for you!”
The servants of the Lester family started to move around in a hurry as they remembered their roles: the Earl of Lester was a famous Magicians’ family that had produced many court Magicians, but for a high-ranking aristocratic family, they had few children, and perhaps because they were paranoid, they had a few servants.
This was not only because there were few people, but also because the current head of the family, the first court sorcery master, was feared by those around him for being unsympathetic and ruthless.
Even so, those who had followed her to the academy and had known her since she was a child felt that she was deliberately acting in such a way as to give the impression that she was. But even they found it hard to understand Carla’s unusual behavior over the past few years.
“You’re in a hurry.”
Laughing sarcastically at the fact that none of her frightened servants and followers had left her without even letting her Lord and Master change her clothes, Carla returns on her legs to her room on the second floor, where she finally deactivates her Gift, Soul Thorns, and a single line of blood spills from the edge of her lips.
Soul Thorns could use magic up to two levels higher by expending magic power. Carla was even able to use [Teleport], a level 6 Dark Magic that has only a few users in the history of this continent. This enabled Carla to use even [Teleport], a level 6 Dark Magic that has only a few users in the history of this continent.
Even so, Teleport uses more magic depending on the distance. The more magic power consumed, the more it would burden Carla’s body, and it was not something that could be used casually in battle.
“Fufu…”
Sitting on the one-seater sofa in her darkened room, Carla laughs as she remembers.
Although she did not know what the battle of Aria looked like inside the castle, Carla watched from afar the battle between Evil Race and Nero that was on its way out, and from their appearance, she guessed that Evil Race and the others had taken the hard line of going after the royal city…perhaps [the princess].
The current Crown Prince Ervan was certainly not incompetent, but unlike his sister Princess Elena, he was not prepared to take charge of the lives of 12 million people and cut them down when necessary. Elena, who was prepared to do so at the age of seven, and Aria and Carla, who understood this, were extraordinary, but compared to them, Ervan was clearly inferior to them. In times of peace, he would have been an ordinary king, but if the Evil Race’s mission was to reduce the power of the Kingdom of Cleydale in this situation, Carla would have considered the princess an obstacle.
Could Aria beat that man? Could Aria protect the princess?
Even if Aria had the power of a top Rank 4 and could fight even a Rank 5 foe, neither of these would be easy to achieve.
“…I know that you would win.”
Aria would be hard-pressed to win. Still, Carla did not doubt in the slightest that Aria would win.
Aria would be stronger once this fight was over. Carla’s only interest was in killing Aria, and she had no interest in any other life.
Carla, who pushed herself too hard in this fight, would be in a coma for several days. Knowing this, Carla put a cheerful smile on her face, like a young child.
“I wonder who will be dead when I wake up…”