Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 216: I only feel the freezing cold... Of death

She jumped onto an overturned barrel, pushed off against a wall and leapt onto the roof of a low house.

From up there, she briefly overlooked the chaos.

The harpies were still circling. The trolls advanced. The knights were holding, but the pressure was increasing.

She took a deep breath.

"Archers! Aim when they climb back up!"

A harpy passed too close to the roof. Scarlet lunged and, in mid-jump, sliced off both of its wings. The creature crashed heavily to the ground.

She landed with difficulty, her boots slipping on the wet tiles, then jumped from roof to roof to reduce the aerial threats.

On the ground, a troll grabbed a knight and hurled him against a facade.

Scarlet dropped down in a leap, took a claw strike from a harpy that opened her side, then charged toward the troll.

"Tss, that hurts like hell!"

The wound was already closing, green light pulsing under her skin.

She ignored the double pain.

She struck diagonally, severing the tendons behind the monster’s knee. The troll collapsed halfway. She followed with a vertical blow, aiming for the nape.

The massive body crashed into the mud.

She stepped back, panting.

"The fight... War was so..."

Her gaze swept the surroundings.

Bodies littered the ground: civilians, knights and many monsters.

A bitter taste rose in her throat.

"Shit... did I cause the death of all these people?"

She felt doubt invade her for a second.

"Father was right, I was naive and stupid."

If she had not mobilized the knights, if they had stayed in the duchy...

She clenched her jaw and raised her head.

A captain approached limping.

"Lady Scarlet, the west line is giving way!"

She straightened immediately.

"Reform around me!"

Harpies were prowling and she greeted them with a precise aura strike that split the air.

"Do not look at the dead!" she shouted.

She ran toward the west line, slipped in the mud, straightened at once and plunged her sword into the abdomen of a troll threatening two young knights.

The creature howled.

She withdrew her blade with a brutal motion.

The fight was harsh, disorderly, unpredictable.

She still had not seen the rift from which these monsters came. Yet they kept pouring in as if the entire area was already doomed.

With all the knights here, she was an average warrior, but because of her ability, she was much more resilient and used mana to restore her endurance, and could therefore continuously use Aura, which made her far more dangerous than a rank B warrior in the long run.

A knight beside her murmured:

"We won’t hold if this continues..."

Scarlet raised her bloodied sword. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"We will hold."

Her mana pulsed again, closing a cut on her cheek.

"As long as I stand, you stand. The Seraphs will watch over our duchy!"

Then she threw herself back into the fray, jumping onto a pile of debris to reach a harpy in mid-flight, before landing facing another troll.

She did not retreat, even if her body bled, even if pain shot through her with every healing.

She kept advancing.

The rain of soot continued to fall, sticking to the armor and the already soaked cobblestones. The air was heavy, saturated with the smells of blood and broken stone.

A little away from the main fighting, in front of a small abandoned parish whose doors stood ajar, a knight was slumped against the stone wall. His hand slowly slid down his breastplate, leaving a dark red trail.

Scarlet spotted him and ran over immediately.

"Valiant knight, you cannot stay here! It’s dangerous."

He raised his eyes toward her with difficulty. His face was pale, his lips trembling.

*Cough* "Sorry... Sorry Lady Scarlet but I think this is the end."

"Do not say that, it’s not that bad, stay with me!"

She knelt in front of him and took his hand. She plunged her gaze into his, trying to keep him conscious. However, his eyes were already becoming glassy.

His hand pressed against his stomach. The armor had been torn off on the side. Scarlet lowered her eyes despite herself.

His entrails hung slightly out of the gaping wound.

’This is bad...’

Her breath caught for a fraction of a second.

"I... I can’t feel my legs anymore..."

"It’s going to be okay," she replied through clenched teeth.

She focused her mana. A green light enveloped her hands, tried to close the wound. But the injury was too vast, the organs too damaged. Her power slowed the bleeding without being able to reverse the inevitable.

Tears threatened to fall but she held them back.

Watching someone die, seeing them go knowing that even with all her strength it was not enough.

The knight sketched a weak smile.

"At least, I die on the best side possible."

He raised his head toward the inside of the parish. Through the doorway, a fresco could be seen depicting angels with outstretched wings.

"Do not think about it too much, I’m sure my father will not be long in coming."

His voice lacked assurance, but she wanted to believe it, if only for a moment. She did not know that her father was indeed on his way to save her but had encountered an adult Wyvern.

The knight breathed with difficulty.

"They say when you are close to death... you hear the song of the angels of Paradise..."

Scarlet clenched her teeth; the knight’s pain was so severe that he had lost all hope.

"May the Seraphs have mercy on me..."

Scarlet clenched her teeth.

’Even as he dies he thinks of giving glory to the angels. He is going to die in front of a church...’ Scarlet’s thoughts were quite chaotic, she doubted a lot and her thoughts would border on heresy if anyone could hear them.

The knight slightly turned his head toward her.

"I have one last favor to ask you Lady Scarlet, I hope it will not bother you..."

"What is it?"

"Please, pray for my soul... I feel my hour approaching..."

His fingers gradually relaxed. His body grew heavier and heavier.

He was passing away.

Scarlet nodded, unable to speak any further. She joined her hands, closed her eyes for a brief moment and began to recite the requiem taught by the Holy Cathedral. Her voice trembled, but she continued.

The soot still beat against the stones. They remained there, under that dark rain, until the knight drew his last breath.

In an almost inaudible murmur...

"Why don’t I hear that melody? The melody of the angels... I only feel the freezing cold... Of death."