As I stopped pressing his wound to get the medicine, his blood continued to spurt out, but even so, I went to give him that medicine.
If you take too much of this pill in a short time, the side effects will be much worse.
Itâs the same even if itâs processed with water magic.
Still, who can say that incoming enemy soldiers wonât have magic stones on them.
âI will do the rest, so you should focus on the enemy.â
The fact that my magic is the most suitable to destroy the magic stones is guaranteed in the novel.
Even Atlas isnât sure if his magic can do the same, as their magic is not suitable for combat.
I urge Atlas to hurry as if holding back the tears in my eyes.
âItâs okay, if I canât find it, Iâll just burn them all to the ground.â
The only drawback of using fire magic is its power depends on the environment.
So in order to use fire magic even in a bad environment, utmost control must be applied, or else it will go out of control.
But this is almost always ignored in a battlefield.
So now, all I will do today is to burn the enemies down to ashes.
Atlasâ eyes understood the meaning behind my words.
âYou didnâtâŠâ
âThey asked for it so I canât do anything but to comply. Now, I wonât loseâ
A sorcerer suffering from pain begs for my magic.
To protect him, I have to point my magic to him and end his life.
As my vision return, my eyes become wet to the point I can no longer hold it in.
The target right now returned from my enemy, to my comrades, and back to my enemies.
It ignites the flames for those who are attacking, and those asking for salvation.
âSo please, give me more medicineâ
I am not a water mage so I can only burn.
As Gil-sama once said, I can only go with the grudges.
As I cover my mouth with my hand, Atlas gripped my hand and looked at my battered body and shook his head.
âDonât do it.â
âIs your magic powerful enough to deal with the magic stones?â
âIsnât it the same with you?â
Looking at his beautiful eyebrows, a frustrating emotion arose.
Right now, no one else but me can destroy those magic stones, there is also not much known about those stones as well.
However, time is running out fast and a distorted smile crept up to my lips.
âOh yeahâŠYou donât know yetâ
The words that were unconsciously spoken were said and Atlas glare pierced me sharply.
My mouth slipped.
The magic stone is destroyed once you poured a certain amount of mana into them.
Although itâs such an easy thing, itâs still not yet known in your country.
Even though Gil-smaa must prove he can destroy the stones first, if he finds out how to destroy them, the information will be relayed to the military.
Oh, but.
When will Gil-sama be able to destroy the magic stones? Did it happen in the novel I read?
âOriga, what do you know?â
Am I reflected in this personâs eyes? This figure of âMaiden of Fireâ? When I pursed my mouth and refuse to answer, Atlas spoke with his piercing glare at me.
âI know you donât trust me but I donât want to implicate you, my precious friend any more than this.â
Why do you see me with such pitiful eyes?
Iâm not pitiful at all.
Why do you say such insincere words?
Anyway, you are here to get rid of me.
Why are you against the trap os justice?
âI will take more medicine, so you donât need to fight anymore.â
The waves of emotion can no longer be held back.
âYou can say that, but what can you do?!â
The high pitched scream echoes in the forest.
Why is this so frustrating?
Atlas was given a setting where he will lead a good life as Gil-samaâs best friend.
On the other hand, what was given to me was the role of hurting the hero and rebelling against the country at the cost of hurting many people.
I donât want anyone who doesnât understand to deny this move.
I donât want anyone who canât do anything to deny my role.
âAvoid being tormentedâŠ? Let me fight! I have to fight anyway no matter what I do! The past, present, and future are all already decided! Because I was born as âOrigaâ, if I do it all and everything goes well, my death then will not be in vain. I know it all, I remember it all!â
It is not scary to live as a villain, kill a person and then die as a villain.
Because I know the weight of the villainâs death to the hero.
I know thatâs an important event for this story to lead to a happy ending. Thatâs why, only I can do this.
âBut I made a mistakeâ
Thereâs a voice that keeps blaming me inside my head.
Harvester-sama will not die if not because of me
Atlas will never take any action if not because of me
Many sorcerers will not die in this battle if not because of me
The story that I know form the novel is slowly getting off track.
Then this villainous existence that is me, what role am I supposed to play now?
Then, I should just die right?
âEveythingâŠ.IâŠ.Itâs myâŠ!â
âCalm down Ori!â
The thoughts inside your head reveal their ugliness.
Protecting sorcerers and then killing this âvillainous godâ, sleeping and dreaming peacefully on the bed, an unreachable dream, hands dyed red with blood, and pain slamming on your head. The story has begun to be different. At the end of this journey, the hero walks on a royal path. This ending is no longer the novelâs but this is reality.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
If you look at whatâs happening.
If you come and see this reality.
The enemy soldier have pounced crazily at Atlas, but he was struck down by his powerful arms and fell on his butt.
Trying to get up, I saw something moving at the corner of my eye.
ââŠâŠHuh?â
Something came flying towards Atlasâ body and with a dull sound, his body fell in the ground with a pool of blood under it.