Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 143.1
Journey
The Sarth Continent also had its four seasons. Even though spring was over and summer was approaching, a short spring had just finally arrived in the northern Confederation of the States of Meirs, while in the southern Kingdom of Cleydale, even the Barony of Seires in the north was becoming hot.
Deep in the forest of such a land, a woman in a simple robe for everyday use was picking up vegetables and medicinal herbs from her garden and placing them in a basket, standing up and raising her arms to stretch her hunched and stiff body.
“Nn??”
As she stretched out her body, her silver hair drifted and sparkled in the sunlight, and her complexion, which still looked to be around thirty, glowed as glossy and black as obsidian.
Dark Dark Elf. A race that was said to inhabit the deep western reaches of this Sarth Continent, they had long lifespans like the forest elves, and were of well-developed appearance.
Although they were few, they were said to have existed on this continent long before the indigenous humans, the Cruzians, and they had a small exchange with the people of them and other tribes. However, a thousand years ago, the “Holy Church” of the Mercenians, who had immigrated to the region a thousand years ago, demonized the Dark Elf as the messenger of an evil god to avoid war with the Cruzians, and they were persecuted by all races.
However, after a thousand years, their reasons for fighting have changed. At that time, they were fighting all races as enemies to settle their grudge, but now their hostility was directed more towards the Holy Church than towards the humans, and in order to reduce the power of the Holy Church, they often started wars with the human nations in an attempt to break down their framework within human nations.
Celeshura, an Evil Race woman who was called a “war demon” and feared not only by the humans but also by the Evil Race during those wars, grew tired of a life that knew nothing but fighting, faked her own death, left the Evil Race army, and went into hiding in this land.
When Celeshura returned from the garden, she ate a meal of freshly picked vegetables and leftover stew, and made potions to give to the peddler, one of the few people she knew.
Such was life as usual, but lately, there were more and more other things to do. As night fell, and she decided that she would not be using much more of her magic today, Celeshura began a new daily routine of “experiments”.
“–[Iron Rose]–“
With that murmur, Celeshura’s silver hair moved as if blown by the wind.
[Celeshura][Race: Dark Dark Elf ?][Rank 5]
[Magic Value: 387/425][Strength Value: 215/250]
[Total Combat Power: 2006 (With Special Physical Enhancements: 3786)]
[Combat Skill: Iron Rose /Limit 38 Second]
“…kuh.”
With her magic power decreasing as she watched, Celeshura deactivated Iron Rose and let out an involuntary moan as she let out a tired sigh.
“How can that insufferable disciple use such a thing…?”
She heard the principle of [Iron Rose], a Combat Skill named by the spirit of the dungeon, from Aria, her beloved disciple who had returned once before a year ago.
As a Combat Skill, it could be used by anyone as long as the conditions were met. In fact, it took Celeshura some time to activate it, but he was now able to do so.
However, the condition of converting the magic element in the body into pure magic power became an obstacle, and even Celeshura, who was capable of purifying magic power to some extent through level 5 magic control, consumed more than 10 magic powers per second.
This made it impossible to use it properly. Celeshura assumed that the cause was the purity of magic power, but perhaps it was not the only reason, and unlike Aria, her hair color did not change, and Celeshura wrote down the results of her experiments and her thoughts on paper for her ever-reckless disciple.
Just as Celeshura passed on the magic she created to her hapless disciple Aria, the magic created by Aria was also passed on to her master, Celeshura.
Aside from relatively harmless magic such as [Feel] and [Phantom Pain], magic that utilizes shadows inside the body, Aria also told her about [Shadow Storage], a magic that she had never been seen before and which is difficult to master because of not understanding how it works.
At that moment, Celeshura, who was studying Magic at the living room table, looked up in surprise.
“…Someone’s here.”
Turning off the [Light] she had lit with [Dark], Celeshura stood up, pulling out a machete from her [Shadow Storage].
There was a presence outside. But it was not the presence of a person. Noticing no sense of hostility from the presence, Celeshura moved to the entrance, carrying the machete on her shoulder, and pushed the door open vigorously.
“As expected of a phantom beast, you’re well-behaved. Are you alone?”
–Yes–
Sparks fly from the tentacles extending from its ears, and its figure lurking in the night emerged momentarily.
There, a huge phantom beast with jet-black fur that blends in with the darkness of the forest, Coeurl, a black panther-like figure, stood silently.
Coeurl, the phantom beast that accompanied Aria, had come to her place once with Aria, but Nero had never approached Celeshura.
Why was the Coeurl here, a phantom beast that did not open its heart to people and existed above them? Suspicious of the absence of Aria, the only person to whom the Coeurl had opened his heart and where he got the name Nero. Celeshura had a bad feeling about this and decided to communicate with Nero while keeping a certain distance between them.
“So? What do you want? What’s up with my hapless disciple?”
??Moon??
??Darkness??
??Battle??
??Evil??
??Moved??
“Hey, wait, slow down.”
Celeshura stopped Nero’s thought of communicating something and held her brow as if she had a headache.
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