My Fated to Be Loved by Villains - Chapter 318
318. Reunion
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A hero, as a human being, must always maintain coldness and firmness.
Of course, there is the aspect of maintaining dignity that comes from being the last symbol of humanity, but more than that, it is an essential quality to prevent oneself from getting into big trouble since they often find themselves in extreme situations.
It goes without saying, but it is an incredibly difficult task.
Elijah Chrisanakis was keenly aware of that fact at the moment.
It was quite challenging to maintain such an attitude while facing the human in front of me.
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“Yuria, I mean, you haven’t been abandoned.”
“D, Mr. Dowd, he doesn’t, he-doesn’t answer my calls, ahh-“
“…”
“He, he disappeared without any contact three times now. This, this time, maybe, maybe it’s really, truly, being abandoned?”
“…”
“If that’s the case…!”
Saying that, Elisha opened his eyes wide and clenched his holy sword, as a white energy gradually crept up from Yuria’s body.
Yes. This is my chance.
Swinging the sword, the white energy was cut off in an instant, causing Yuria’s body to collapse weakly like a broken doll.
Having suppressed the magic with the holy sword, it was the significant shock that rebounded back onto Yuria’s body.
As soon as that happened, Lucien, who had been anxiously observing the whole process from the side, quickly rushed forward and caught Yuria’s falling body.
“…I apologize for asking every time I see you, but is this really-“
“-I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Elisha, who said that, let out a sigh of relief.
Of course, even if she was knocked down like this, Yuria would regain her senses and fall into a state of anxiety after some time had passed.
So, this has become a part of her daily life at some point.
Suppressing Yuria, who would frequently have seizures due to Dowd not leaving proper contact, and making her “quiet”.
“Thank you for your hard work, Miss.”
Of course, this kind of method of suppressing magic was quite difficult for her as well. Handling the holy sword always required a high level of concentration.
Wiping away the sweat that flowed like rain, a servant handed her a dry towel while saying so.
It was a sight that proved that this kind of behavior was gradually being accepted as part of changing Kandrae’s regime…
“But.”
As Elisha wiped away her sweat, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at Lucien.
“Even so, Saint’s condition doesn’t seem so good, does it?”
“…Sorry?”
Lucien’s face turned red for a moment as she flinched at the question.
Seeing her dodging his gaze, it was an indication that something had pricked her core.
“Well, sometimes you go alone and lie down in the room where the teacher used to stay.”
“…”
“With a lonely expression, the teacher gently stroked the furniture he used.”
“…”
“I heard from the servants that sometimes he would even touch something like a collar and be lost in longing, as if immersed in reverie.”
“…Uh, that, that never happened…!”
“…”
One fact to note.
Whether it was because of her title as a saint or not, Lucien Grayhound couldn’t tell a dirty lie.
Lost in these thoughts, the sound of the door opening suddenly behind her reached her ears.
“Oh, Miss!”
“…”
To Elijah, who was barely breathing, it almost sounded like the footsteps of an angel of death.
“What is it again…”
“Th-there is a big fire in the Great Hall of Nature…!”
“That crazy woman again…!”
Unlike other demons who she had some friendly relationship with, the person at the center of this incident was someone Elijah could not feel any positive emotions towards. Just looking at the curses that were spewing out from her was enough to see that.
After a short run, when she reached the gardens of the Great Hall of Nature, Elijah could already see that it was engulfed in a massive blaze, as the servant had described.
It was less intense than during the Night of Adversity, but just by looking at the melting snow on the surrounding Kendrid Peak mountains and the thick steam rising from it, it was clear that she was not in her right mind.
And there, in the center of the column of fire, Elijah spotted a red-haired woman floating naked, radiating heat.
“What’s your problem now, you motherfu-!”
“….Miss, please, listen-“
The voice of a servant coughing futilely from behind and trying to stop her could be heard, but Elijah’s reaction of leaping over the railing was faster.
Unlike the temptation of the White Devil, which she could easily fend off once she regained her composure, this was a power with a physical form, making it a bit more difficult to deal with.
In an instant, the blade of the holy sword was drawn and sliced through the flames, striking directly at Fainor’s chin.
Unlike when she cut through the magical energy with the scabbard before, this time the blade struck, creating a tremendous sonic boom in the surroundings.
If Elijah hadn’t controlled her strength, it could have easily turned the nearby area into ashes.
The column of fire disappeared in an instant, and Fainor, who bore the brunt of it, crashed down onto the floor of the garden at an alarming speed.
“…E-Elijah, miss?”
However, she could still be described as a vessel that gathered all the pieces.
In that state, Fainor, who blinked her eyes without any major injuries, uttered those words absentmindedly.
“Why did you go berserk this time, you! If you’re having a hard time, get counseling or talk to someone, please, release some of that tension, how many times do I have to say it-!”
Elijah’s angry shout resounded with an intimidating air.
For Phaenol, who had caused trouble and should quietly listen, it was an immense sermon that made her face turn pale.
Therefore, it would be a long time before she could even begin to explain why she had done such a thing.
“No, well, now that I think about it.”
“It would be best if you think carefully before speaking.”
“…”
Just as it seemed that Elijah was preparing to receive a blow as a result of this reckless outbreak for a reason as trivial as a star, Phaenol opened her mouth, subtly crossing her dry saliva.
“…Well, didn’t Lady Tristana disappear with him?”
As she spoke, Elijah’s sword twitched slightly.
It was a delicate movement that perhaps only he himself would notice, but it concerned the subject she had brought up, which was also of great concern to Phaenol.
“…Isn’t that right?”
In response to her tremulous answer, Phaenol suddenly opened her mouth with a rapidly worsening voice.
“…Doesn’t that mean that Dowd is the person who is most trusted and always close to him?”
“…”
“On the other hand, yes. We are ultimately not trusted by Dowd. In the end, we can never become close to him-“
Before Phaenol could continue speaking, the hilt of the Holy Sword forcefully struck her head.
The nearby assistants who were helping her were startled and flinched as the blow was intense.
“…It is noisy.”
Facing the drowsy Phaenol in front of her without uttering a word, Elijah muttered in a husky voice.
“I already knew all of that a long time ago.”
Even so.
There was a part that she would not give up on.
She prided herself on knowing exactly what she needed to do to stand by his side.
Seeing her drowsy form in front of him, she took a deep breath.
“…Miss.”
“…”
Before she could even calm her breathing, the phrase uttered by the servant who suddenly returned caused Elijah to tightly close his eyes.
“…What is it? Tell me.”
No, it could be nothing.
These things must also be considered humans. No matter how much they claimed that they were humiliated and abandoned, without giving any clear reason or contacting anyone, and continue to waste their insane emotions by saying that they were left behind in the real competition–
“The servants reported that there is an enormous amount of fur being shed in the Holy Place.”
“…Fur?”
“…It is a common symptom that appears in supernatural beings. It is said that when they completely lose their sanity, fur grows all over their bodies.”
“…Are you talking about the Ebatrice sisters?”
“Yes.”
“…And there are also reports of a purple aura…”
To prevent his faltering mind from becoming even more confused, Elijah forcefully shook his head.
“These crazy humans…!”
To be honest, it’s quite burdensome.
It’s not just one or two vessels of demons, but all the existing vessels are gathered in one place, whining and complaining. Even if they were the owner of the Holy Sword, it would be natural to feel pressure that exceeds imagination.
“Just contact us and then disappear, those idiots…!”
There is no greater annoyance than this. It would be great if they could consider how many mentally unstable women who put their lives at stake for each of their movements.
Thanks to them, she is running around with her feet on fire, neglecting the aftermath!
If they meet again, she will scold them until tears flow!
“…Ah, you’re not too late.”
“…?”
Elijah’s expression became dumbfounded as he saw the ‘Hoverca’ in the place where he had rushed to subdue the Ebatrice sisters for the first time in his life.
No.
When did this come out?
“Doud Campbell needs your help now, warrior.”
The cyborg, emitting blue flames characteristic of magical engineering cores from his whole body, said that to the dazed Elijah.
“Will you bring all the vessels with you? It’s urgent.”
…Maybe.
It seems like it won’t take long to scold Doud.