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As I looked up at him in confusion, I suddenly remembered the contents of the original. To be precise, some of the worldviews and settings revealed in the original work.
The main characters borrow the power of white magic, which is the opposite of black magic. The white magic is based on divine power, but it was very difficult to express the inherent divine power as magic, so there were very few white magicians. The female protagonist is a white wizard.
Anyway, there is an episode in the novel where the wizard who made a contract with the devil is executed, but even then, white magic was used. He set fire to it with white magic and burned it…
Hanging execution wasn’t enough, so now I’m going to get burned at the stake?
I roared with anger with a pale face.
“You are so inhuman! Devil? The devil, you are the devil! How do you plan to burn people to death?”
“What?”
“No, it’s because you’re really stupid! Grab a passerby and ask! Is the person who now holds a sword to my neck and threatens me and drags me to the stake calling me a devil more devilish?”
It was said that the greatest pain that humans feel is the pain felt when being burned! You devil!
As I opened my eyes and protested, Dylan frowned and looked at me. But now that I learned that I might be burned to death, I was very anxious.
How hard did I have to flatter Leniel so that I wouldn’t be tortured, and I was burned at the stake after trying so hard to save this one body?
“The devil is trying to lure someone who wants to live quietly and burn them to death!”
“Hey, you…”
“Look at the essence! The essence of freezing to death that even a normal person cannot recognize! Where are you going in the future? Ouch!”
As I was screaming loudly, I stopped speaking as I was crushed by the force that gripped the nape of my neck. His thick gloved hands caught my breath in an instant.
“How do you know that?”
“Hah…”
“Answer me. Who gave you that information?”
You bastard, how can I answer when you’re strangling me…
I tried to move my lips but my breath was choked and I couldn’t move. My fingertips were numb and my eyes were about to turn black.
Damn, I ended up being killed by strangulation like this. Even if I complain, I will become a ghost and torment you. You bastard of this devilish male protagonist!
Finally, it was about time for my head to go hazy and his consciousness clouded. Leniel’s butterflies, who I didn’t know were still here, flew. In the hazy field of vision, I could see the black glittering powder of butterflies.
“This!”
Dylan quickly removed his hand and stepped back. Thanks to this, I was thrown to the floor. A dry cough burst out.
“It’s like the devil!”
I coughed until tears ran out, but when I finally lifted my head, I saw Dylan, who was as far away from me with his sleeve covering his mouth and nose. I could see that the air around him had turned black.
That seems to be the poison powder exhaled by a butterfly. A noticeably large amount of black powder was released from the red-spotted butterfly diligently flapping its wings. A butterfly with white spots fluttered through the dark powder and approached Dylan.
You’re trying to sting and paralyze.
The moment I thought of that, Dylan quickly swung his hand. As the silver blade flashed, the butterfly with white spots split in two and scattered.
“Cunning tricks!”
Meanwhile, the inside of the wagon was covered in thick poison powder. This was because the luggage compartment was covered with a tent and the air was not easily circulated even though it was not completely sealed. Whatever it was, Dylan was at a disadvantage.
I struggled to get up. Then I threw the boxes nearby.
Heavy wooden crates staggered and leaned towards Dylan. In addition to the rattling of the running wagon, the boxes lost their center and rolled.
Crash!
The boxes fell with a loud noise. Dylan, who had taken a step back to avoid it, was pushed back to the end of the luggage compartment in an instant. But he did not let go and held onto his center.
He kicked the box that had fallen in front of him and pushed it out of the wagon. Then he slaughtered the poisonous butterfly. As before, the red-spotted butterfly was also broken and scattered like ashes.
In the meantime, I clung to the new pile of boxes. It was the intention of pushing him and knocking him down again.
“The magic is over, Giselle Roycevin… Ah!”
Dylan, who was about to approach me, hurriedly backed away. At the same time, a bright magic circle appeared in the place where he was standing. A black shadow rose from the center of the glowing magic circle.
“This!”
The sharp shadows rushed in as if they were going to pierce Dylan. Dylan struck it with his sword, but the shadows that immediately turned into three or four rushed towards him again. And at the same time, another shadow appeared like a whip and suddenly struck Dylan’s shin.
Dylan’s body leaned back. The flapping fabric did not support him. Just at the same time, the wheel of the wagon bounced, and Dylan was thrown out of the wagon in an instant.
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“Oh!”
I covered my mouth with both hands and stared at the empty spot, then crawled up to the edge of it. The coachman, unaware that Dylan had been thrown out of the wagon, was moving the wagon roughly.
Through the fluttering fabric, I could see his figure moving further and further away.
I was staring blankly at it, when I heard a hoarse voice behind me.
“If you stay there, you roll down the same way.”
Before I could understand the words, my body moved first. I looked up at him and his red eyes looked down at me while he stood.
“…Boss.”
I barely spoke, but my throat stinged. The pain told me that I survived
Leniel stood and stared at me with both hands in his pockets. He had the same feeling as usual, but his face was somehow cold.
As I stared at him for a moment, I opened my mouth involuntarily.
“I didn’t mean to run away.”
It stung every time I spat out a word, but more important than that was the fact that Leniel’s eyes looked dangerous now. It’s similar to the madness I saw the last time I was caught trying to run away.
“I know.”
“I didn’t even kill the butterfly.”
“I know that too.”
Do you really know? But why do you look so terrifying?
“In addition.”
“Yes?”
“You have something else to say.”
Of course, I have more to say, but I honestly don’t know if that’s what Leniel was hoping for.
“Sorry for leaving the store…?”
Oh, I guess this isn’t it.
“I’m sorry for bothering you, but I made you come…?”
I don’t know the answer, but I think it’s close.
“Ah! Thank you for saving me!”
This is it!
Indeed, Leniel’s eyebrows lost some strength. Looking up from below, I looked up at him, who looked more arrogant, then cleared my throat and carefully added my words.
“But strictly speaking, two butterflies threw themselves to save me before the boss came, so I think I should say thanks to those who ‘really saved’ me in a moment of crisis.”
If the butterflies hadn’t rushed in, I would have either suffocated or broke my neck before he arrived.
“The butterflies are my servants.”
“Did you make the butterflies protect me?”
Leniel narrowed his eyes as I asked the question with my eyes wide open.
“No.”
Well, in the end, it means that the butterflies helped me with their own judgment. How bad would it be to take away my thank-yous?
As if my thoughts were clearly reflected on my face, Leniel said with a frown.
“Do you know how difficult magic is to warp over moving objects?”
“Oh, yes. Thank you for coming. Thanks for your precious help, I don’t know what to do with you. It has been a huge blessing.”
It appeared after the butterfly died, there must have been some kind of signal.
In the end, he came to this place not to save me, but more to the judgment that he had to check the situation because the butterflies were dead. And then he wanted me to say thank you.
Of course, it’s true that Leniel defeated Dylan. Still, somehow, I wasn’t grateful.
No. Let’s not think like this. Because it was Leniel who gave me the butterflies, and in the end, I lived because of it, so I should thank Leniel. At least compared to Dylan Stasi, Leniel is an angel, an angel! By the way, why the hell was Dylan so…
After all, Dylan is the main character.
“Could the man have died earlier?”
He fell off a moving wagon, so would he be okay? What happens when the main character dies? No, he was trying to kill me, so the punishment is cheap, but at least it shouldn’t go against the story too much, right?
Leniel tilted his head belatedly as I was worried about his well-being.
“Are you going to check?”
“No! Is there someone else who can confirm he’s dead?”
Not me, but a villain!
“Okay? But you talk like someone else, ‘Giselle’. You used to not tolerate even a single scratch on him. I remember it was a great love.”
I kept my mouth shut. Looking at Leniel’s twinkling eyes, he seemed to want to catch the real me again. Looking at his attitude, he never asked me because he believed I was Giselle this time.
I don’t know why he’s dragging and comparing old stories like that to a subject that he doesn’t think is Giselle. Knowing that my mouth would never admit it.
Because my personality is really bad.
“Ugh…crap…”
What did Giselle call Dylan?
I quickly shook my head. Giselle loved Dillon so much. She was pitifully obsessed with the word love. Even though the two of them were not in a relationship, ‘Darling’, ‘My Love’, ‘Babe’…
Why is there only one like this, really? Efforts to soothe the desire to cry, I stuttered out the best title.
“Uh… Hmmm, well… Still, I can’t stand a single scratch on him! If he gets hurt, I think my heart will rip!”