“Saintess!”
“Don’t run.”
Waking up, Atana rushed towards me like a puppy shocked by the news she just heard.
When I tried to stop her, Atana cautiously walked again.
“Thank you! For saving me!”
“Yes, you should be grateful.”
“…Huh?”
“Yes.”
Why.
I’m no longer the Saintess.
I don’t need to be careful with my words anymore or say things like ‘It’s only natural’ when helping someone and receiving thanks.
Of course, you should be thankful.
Atana shook her many-colored long hair and made a “woo…” sound.
“The Saintess I knew isn’t like this!”
“What kind of Saintess did you know, Atana?”
“First, she was pretty, kind, had a lovely heart… um. She took care of the weak… so dignified and… strong… and I heard she spoke super coolly!”
“That’s too bad. That Saintess is dead now.”
Now I’m just a wandering vagabond.
The reason I continue to help others is because of a curse.
‘A curse that prevents me from simply passing by when seeing the weak.’
Maybe this will follow me for the rest of my life?
Atana looked up at me with a truly? expression.
Her colorful eyes sparkled.
“…No.”
“What?”
“I think you’re the Saintess I heard about.”
She glanced around as if searching for something, then suddenly smiled brightly.
“The Saintess is shy.”
“That’s impossible. I save people for a definite reward.”
“I heard from my father. You saved countless people from the attack of a gigantic monster and then disappeared!”
“……”
The hammer in my arms rings.
Was it time for lunch?
Atana looked at my expression and giggled, sticking close to me.
“Indeed, the Saintess is kind.”
“…Do you know there’s a fragment of a demon in your body, Atana?”
Atana’s expression grows serious.
It’s true I tried to change the subject. Not great, but it was something that had to be mentioned eventually.
I touched Atana’s arm.
A many-colored bird in a white birdcage.
“I’ve held it back with my power, but there may come a day when it will be released.”
“Uh… Why? Does the Saintess’s power decrease?”
“That’s not it. This is a separate power I gave you, and even if I die, it won’t be released.”
“Ah! Don’t say that! The Saintess will never die!”
Atana flails her arms and shakes her head vigorously.
Atana shook her head while stretching out.
I fondly ruffled her hair because I found her adorable.
“Don’t worry. I’m not thinking of dying at all.”
The day this magic is undone will come in one of two ways.
One is that the color demon, Color, is completely annihilated.
This scenario would be the best for Atana, but Color is a demon who has lived as long as Pretrus.
He doesn’t necessarily like to fight; he’s just a lunatic who wanders around spreading colors in the world.
Unless he suddenly loses his mind and holds a grudge against some Celestial, he probably won’t die.
The second is…
If, a very slim chance…
‘If the war completely ends and we return to Earth.’
If we move dimensions, the existence of magic itself would be annihilated, naturally unraveling Atana’s magic as well.
Honestly, this premise has little to no chance.
It would be more likely for Color to accidentally anger someone from the Eight Seats and get his head smashed.
The war will definitely never end.
“Anyway, you should be able to see monochrome easily now. Just be careful with the multicolored ones.”
“Yes!”
“And make sure to keep researching magic. Just in case something happens.”
“…Saintess. Is something going to happen?”
Atana looked at me anxiously.
I shook my head.
“I’ll be here until Atana grows old and dies. So, you don’t have to worry too much.”
■
“……That was the case.”
The journey that seemed like it would never end has come to a close.
Hearing the absurd story that the Celestials and Demons reconciled.
[Lily, why are you suddenly so emotional?]
[Totally a savage, Lily lol]
[LOLOLOL]
[I mean, didn’t you kill them all… what does that even mean lol]
[For real lol]
[Savage ON]
[This is hilarious lol]
[???: They have a different way of thinking than us.]
“Ahem. Well, that’s that. I don’t think this is the content to discuss now; let’s talk about it in class tomorrow.”
Anyway, the cage of the Many-colored Bird is a sealing magic.
Originally, it was a magic to seal the power imbued in the body, but it was suitably modified to a magic that only prevents the flow of ‘Mana.’
To break this magic, one must have superior physical abilities or know how to effectively use the flow of mana.
Ultimately, this magic isn’t ‘absolute’ either.
I briefly checked the delayed team chat.
[(Team) Redberry: I’m going to take on the Blue Team with the Devil.]
[(Team) Redberry: I don’t think things will be too difficult for Lady Lily, but contact me if you need help.]
[(Team) Redberry: We already got one, nice.]
Usually, it’s rare for one side to attack two at once, but if there’s an extreme disparity in power, that changes the game.
It’s not common to hit two places at once, but if the difference in power is severe, that’s a whole different story.
In this case, since the first attack was made, the ‘Non-Alliance Advantage’ doesn’t apply, but that doesn’t matter.
“It’s a team with Lily and Black.”
Even without that buff, we can easily win 4:8.
“The resurrection waiting time is 3 minutes…”
Unlike the Grand General, the General has two lives. But if they can’t resurrect and the game ends, those lives mean nothing.
“Let’s see the end in 3 minutes.”
[Woah, what a quick demand lol]
[How on earth do we stop Lily?]
[With the Vice Guild Master and one left, is it possible?]
[10 percent possible]
[With Lily, it’s possible with one hand.]
[Lololololol]
[One hand (with telekinesis and magic is possible)]
—
“Wow, this is insane.”
Taebaek, Vice Guild Master of the Black Moon, sat alone in the castle watching Lily’s broadcast instead of going out to hunt.
The guild members, who were proudly elite, were being thoroughly beaten.
Even though Black won against her 1v1, Lily right now isn’t even giving it her all.
It seemed like she was holding back a lot, yet the gap was incredible.
The title of Ranker was starting to seem ridiculous.
“How is she doing that?”
But what impressed Taebaek was not just that.
“Why does she look so pretty when she’s smiling? Crazy.”
Her very existence was out of the ordinary.
With his professional sensitivity toward Deoen deeper than others, Taebaek couldn’t see her as fake, no matter the customization.
In fact, her appearance in Deoen was much more stunning than in reality.
Yet, playing as Deoen and ignoring one’s appearance in the game was simply unrealistic.
“Black called me crazy, but…”
The only one who understood him was Myung-wol, who just fell to his skill.
Ironically, this personality boosts his professional synergy even more.
Black didn’t just call him a madman for nothing; there was no one better suited for this position than Taebaek.
Lily was moving towards the Violet team’s castle.
He had no intention of joining her.
After all, he was trapped here, just watching for pleasure, and he already knew Lily’s whereabouts through the summons.
Boom!
Before long, Lily arrived at the castle.
It seemed the archer girl either died long ago or went somewhere else, as she arrived with a free pass.
Looking at the map, she was already dead.
“Doesn’t matter.”
Even alone, this castle is already within my domain.
“You must be the Grand General.”
“Wow.”
Taebaek couldn’t take his eyes off the scene when Lily entered through the door.
As Lily appeared through the open door, Taebaek found himself momentarily unable to look away.
With hair as blue as the sea and jewel-like blue eyes.
Her face seemed to gather the best features of both Eastern and Western appearances, along with a figure he had never seen before.
But it didn’t look excessive or awkward.
If there were a ‘goddess of beauty’ in this world, it would probably be the woman before him.
Her looks were downright absurd.
Taebaek momentarily lost his focus, but soon awoke to the countless spirits connected to his mind.
“Not paying attention, are we?”
The green spear was already inches from his face.
“Ron!”
Swoosh—
A small fairy with butterfly wings whistled as it distorted the spear’s trajectory.
The spear struck the castle wall instead.
Lily’s expression slightly cracked.
Taebaek quickly summoned the next spirits.
A transparent spiritual creature that looked like a bird and a tree fairy with a long vine wrapped around its body.
“That kind of style needs to be suppressed by force.”
Given Lily’s character, words would never bring her down.
That much is certain.
She seemed confident and proud of her strength.
Unless he broke her down, she wouldn’t budge no matter what.
But on the flip side, it meant he only needed to take her down once.
After that, he could create a reason to maintain a connection under the guise of helping her with the competition.
It might even be easier than dealing with the women he’d met so far.
Pish! Swish—
The spiritual bird cried out, slowing down everything around it, while the tree fairy hurled its vine.
The target wasn’t to injure Lily or take her life; it was ‘suppression.’
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hurt the lady or anything like that.
“Right now, I’m catching a lion.”
To trap a lion, a resilient net is far more efficient than a weapon.
“Is it a binding?”
Lily’s eyes sparkled.
The rotation of the green spear entwined, and the vines meant to bind Lily exploded and rolled on the floor.
The bird’s cry proved ineffective.
“I expected at least this much.”
“Rami, Kai, Den.”
His strongest spirits, the ultimate trio that could toy with even double-digit rankers in the field.
With them, he would definitely catch her.
“Hehe…”
“……”
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