Diana was still alive despite being swept along by the flash of death.
However, that was only to say that she was alive. She fell on her back, her priestâs robe in tatters, burns all over her body, and a large hole in her abdomen. Her silver whip was blackened and shattered, no longer bearing its holy radiance.
Beside her lay the rotting bones of Hugh, as if exposed to the rains and winds of a thousand years.
â⊠The âRose Princess of Hellrageâ is not a Dullahan.â
She could become a zombie or a skeleton if she wanted to, and she could even turn into a zombie dragon if she somehow managed to compensate for the missing parts. For the time being, Dullahan, the most powerful in hand-to-hand combat, was the one that could be produced from a human body and was easy to use. And then there was the Lich, the strongest magic-focused Undead.
It was questionable where the flesh had disappeared while being transformed into a Lich, but perhaps some kind of storage-type magic was at work.
The magic attacks were performed while in the Dullahan form, which limited magical power, making them think that the output was limited, and then she unexpectedly turned into a Lich and smashed through their defenses.
In the Lich form, her ability to fight in combat is reduced to the level of a human child, so it was a gamble knowing that she could suffer a painful counterattack if she was outdone.
âWhat the âŠ, I was outclassed from the very beginning.â
âThatâs not true. I was a little scared⊠that maybe everything would end here.â
âWait a minute. Why am I praising Diana under these circumstances?
âAre you going to destroy this country?â
âOh. Yes. I will not stop with this country. Iâm going to make them all pay.â
âIf I told you not to do that, you probably wouldnât listen to me anymoreâŠâ
The breathless Diana, however, was still the same.
Somewhat aloof, her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.
âBefore I die, may I have a moment to pray for my friends and ⊠you, Princess?â
Laughing quietly, Diana said.
âPraying? For me?
âUnfortunately, Iâm in a position where I canât be saved by prayers to God.â
âNo, no, no. If God doesnât like it, so be it. I just canât help but wish ⊠that your soul will be at peace someday⊠Even if God doesnât hear this prayer,⊠I hope my prayer will change your destiny⊠I wonder if thatâs a good ideaâŠâ
It was as if her heart, which should have been still, throbbed with a high pulse.
But she did not understand the process that led to that thinking.
âI need you to tell me, Diana. What were you thinking when you fought?â
âI told you. I wanted to stop you because you looked like you were in pain. Of course, I also wanted to help Benedict and return Irisâs body to the earthâŠâ
Her languid words sounded as sweet as the fragrance of a ripe, fallen fruit.
âBecause⊠I feel sorry for you, donât I, you poor little thingâŠ?â
Her eyes were loving and compassionate toward the weak.
They were not the kind of eyes that should be directed at the Undead.
âI wanted you to live your life as a ⊠normal girl. Instead of getting killed in some boring adult scuffle⊠MaybeâŠăWhat âŠ, youâre just a little bit scared. You can go out and play,⊠or study. You can get dressed up,⊠you can fall in love,⊠you can have fun,⊠you can eat well,⊠you can drink,⊠Eating good food and drinking alcohol until it comes out of your neck⊠Even if youâre bored or tired, you can find something to do besides ⊠revenge. Anything⊠that makes you happy enough to believe⊠âI donât have to take revenge anymoreâ, Iâd be happy if you could find that happiness.â
Breathing unevenly when it shouldnât even be required for her to breathe.
âWhy? I killed Iris and I killed Benedict, so whyâŠ!â
âHaha âŠyou lonely little thing⊠I was thinking, âWhat on earth have you done to us?â But, you know what? But that being said, I feel sorry for you, and I wanted to do what I could for you. Because you wanted me to take care of you, didnât you?â
âShe remembered thatâŠ!
It was a conversation the four of them had while escorting the carriage.
âNot quite yet. The âRose Princess of Hellrageâ still has to work stealthily. Itâs just a little more. Just one more move. Until then, I cannot afford to be distracted.
She went on quite a rampage. Someone in town might have noticed the magic glow or the impact of the fallen tree.
âKeep her locked up? Take her around? Nonsense. Killing her would be the fastest way. Itâs sure and safe. I canât afford to keep such a dangerous enemy captive. If I let Diana live, sheâll be cursed. Besides, if I donât finish her off now, sheâll recoverâŠ
It was surprising that she was still alive under the circumstances, but on the contrary, her wounds were beginning to heal little by little.
Even the large hole that had opened from her abdomen to her left side seemed to have shrunk a little.
She hijacked and killed Iris, and slaughtered both Benedict and Hugh.
Slaying Diana would only increase that number by one. It only increased. What was so special about that?
Letting Diana live here would be like giving up on revenge.
It was not that she held resentment against Diana, but killing her is a step toward revenge. So kill her. She had to be killed. Thatâs the way it had to be.
Even if she hesitated now, she would probably think nothing of it when she actually killed her. She was sure of it.
âThe strongest Undead revived with the Divine Protection of the Evil God for revengeâŠ