By nature, the support magic used by saints was something that took more than half a year to master after being chosen as a saint. Anastasia had followed suit and had been steadily training her saintly powers while doing her job as crown princess. However, she fell ill with poison and was left in a half-dead state. According to the former saint, the power of a saint was a delicate thing, and a beginner couldnât use it unless she was in perfect physical condition. But, I couldnât care less about that right now. I was in a life-threatening situation, and we were on the brink of life or death. I wanted to use what I could use, and I wanted to rely on what I could rely on.
âTsu!â
Suddenly, when I raised my head, my gaze came across an enemy soldier. Although the soldier had a vulgar smile, he was soon blown away by Sylvia-sanâs magic. Given the power of that magic, it must have consumed a lot of energy and physical strength⊠I have to help somehow.
âMaster! Are you okay?!â
âIâm fine. Who do you think I am!â
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I heard Max-sanâs angry voice that I have never heard before. Soon, a storm was blowing all around us. I wondered if Max-sanâs attribute was mostly âwind.â Sylvia-sanâs attributes seemed to be âwaterâ and âwind.â
âThere are so many enemies. Itâs hard to imagine how many lives have been sacrificed because of that woman.â
ââŠMaster also has a heart. When he was in the service, he didnât give a d*mn.â
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The last part was a throwaway, but I was sure Iâll be able to give the female lead a piece of my mind. It seemed that I have indeed been reincarnated as the villainous daughter of an otome game. This world was based on the world of an otome game, and Iâve been reborn as Anastasia, the villainess. Whatâs more, it was the bad end of the otome gameâŠThatâs why!
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âThrowing a tantrum because things donât go according to what you want is just being like a child!!â
I shouted my heartfelt words to the heroine, who was probably watching from high on somewhere. I was sure none of the people here would understand the meaning of these words, but thatâs okay. As long as the words were conveyed to that woman, thatâs all that matters.
âWow! Thatâs definitely something only a skilled saint can do! Itâs getting interesting!â
âI admire Sylvia-sanâs positivity. I really do. But, Anastasia-sama has done something too⊠Itâs as if the person has changed.â
I did my best to send my power over to Sylvia-san and Max-san, while the remaining power was applied to Nina as defensive magic.
ââThe more intense the emotion, the more power the saint has. However, you must not lose your cool, because it will cause you to go out of control.
Keeping the words of the former saint who taught me in my heart, I activated the support magic with the emotion of âhatred.â Iâve been reincarnated, so why shouldnât I expect a slow life! I really donât want to be⊠the crown princess after getting into all this trouble!
âIâm not going to let my second life be ruined and end up being a gamble!â
With these emotions simmering in my heart, I transformed them into the power of the saint.
From then on, the battle was almost always one-sided. The magic of Max-san and Sylvia-san overran the field. There was a certain trust for each other in their fighting style. The vivid way they fought was so beautiful that it seemed to stay in my heart. And, I watched as the last of the enemy soldiers fellââ making friends with the ground. In other words, they all fell down.