The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 331-332

A fierce wind blows.

A cool wind blows from the greatsword held by Balak. It could be felt. His sword was honed sharper than when they first met.

Yuria and Mikhail gulped the saliva that had gathered in their mouths and watched Balak's back as he walked towards the battlefield.

"Move, young ones."

"..."

"Keep the mistakes of the past in your hearts and strive forward."

Balak walked lightly towards the battlefield. A thick trail of blood began to follow in his wake.

-Why are you...!

Supremacy.

It was literally a walk of supremacy.

"...Ruin."

A small voice echoed in Ruin's ears as he ran frantically.

"...Damn it."

At the low voice echoing in the space filled with white steam, Ruin's shoulders flinched, and he stopped his fierce run and slowly turned around.

He had intended to deal with the grunts, but feeling the aura of the one calling his name, he had a strong, ominous premonition that it wouldn't be an easy opponent.

"I'm screwed."

Ruin cursed and dropped the backpack he was carrying.

"Who is it?"

"Oh my, have you forgotten my voice?"

"I don't know."

"How upsetting."

"Screw you."

"Hmm~ Fine. We can exchange greetings later."

The woman's voice, heard from beyond the steam, emitted a profound aura and asked coldly.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

A chill ran down his spine.

Because the emotion contained in the sweet voice was laced with murderous intent.

"You need to have a talk with your teacher."

Ruin, who deduced her identity from the clue of being called 'teacher', gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Professor Shulia."

"...Oh my, so you do remember me."

"Why did the runaway bitch come here?"

"Runaway? The Tower Master was meddling, so I just stepped away for a moment."

"...You're full of it."

"Fufufu..."

Ruin clenched his fists and thought.

The Archbishop of Foul Language.

He wondered if he could really defeat her. She was a powerful individual who had escaped the Tower Master's pursuit. At the same time, he was afraid because he was a bad match for 'Liven Shulia', who had been a professor of mental magic at the academy. He was already mentally weak, and he was worried he might go crazy from this battle.

"..."

"Why are you trembling like that?"

"..."

"Is it because you were caught while running away?"

"Shut up, you senile bitch."

"That's no way to talk to your teacher."

At Shulia's nonchalant response, Ruin clenched his fists tighter and held his head high.

"Come on. If you don't want to die."

He couldn't be broken.

He had just managed to pull his shattered heart back together; he couldn't let it break again.

"..."

Shulia, with her hands behind her back, slowly approached the frightened Ruin. At the sight of Shulia appearing through the steam, the fist-clenching Ruin thumped his chest, 'thump!', to shake off his nervousness.

"Hoo..."

"What's wrong? You know it too. That you're a useless piece of trash who can't do anything right now."

"..."

"You can't even use magic properly because your talent was stolen by a friend."

"..."

"What can an idiot who can't even use the most basic magic do?"

"..."

"You're a talentless fool, so why are you trying so hard to live? Wouldn't it be better for you to just accept it comfortably?"

At Shulia's sweetly spoken insults, Ruin squeezed his eyes shut. Her words were cleverly manipulating his heart. They were words that made him want to slap her right away, but the words she uttered were imbued with mana, making them sound like words of comfort.

"Give up."

"..."

"If you give up, you'll be at ease too."

Ruin's head began to drop. Seeing Ruin's will falling towards the floor, a smile bloomed on Shulia's lips.

-Thud.

As Ruin walked over, devoid of strength, Shulia covered her lips and her shoulders trembled, as if she was about to burst out laughing.

"Yes... you've been through a lot, haven't you?"

"..."

"It was hard, and you were ignored."

"..."

"Yes, come to teacher."

"..."

"Teacher can make you comfortable."

The moment Ruin was about to be embraced by Shulia.

"Hah... damn it."

A small voice flowed from Ruin's lips. A strong voice filled with Ruin's sharp pride.

"What..."

"Stop your bullshit, lady."

Shulia was underestimating Ruin.

No, perhaps she was taking this war lightly. In her mind, the concept of a strong person was only established at the level of the Tower Master.

Last time at the academy, she was pushed back by the Tower Master and couldn't do anything but run away, but conversely, if the Tower Master hadn't been there, it would have been an opportunity to kill them all.

Now, in Shulia's eyes, the people on this battlefield were bugs. Bugs that would burst if stepped on, so she wasn't tense. To put it bluntly, she was underestimating them.

However.

-Grab.

Ruin was not such an easy person.

As he got closer, Ruin's lips began to move. He began to softly chant a very familiar incantation for a mage.

A basic magic that all mages would know.

"Fireball."

The moment the short incantation flowed from Ruin's mouth, Shulia's eyes trembled greatly, and she drew out a long thread of magic. Conversely, Ruin fiercely hugged Shulia's waist and gritted his teeth.

"This one and that one!! Damn it! They all talk like crap."

"...You should have been under the mind control magic...!"

"You think I'd be seduced by an ugly bitch like you?"

"You son of a bitch...!"

Ruin smiled, enduring the threads of mana digging into his flesh.

"I'm not running away anymore."

"..."

"I'm never running away again."

"..."

"If I can just take one with me...!"

-Boom!

The moment the maximized fireball exploded in her abdomen, Shulia frowned. Even though Ruin had lost his talent for fire, the magical talent he possessed was no lie.

Give up accuracy.

Increase power.

That was the strongest weapon Ruin could wield at this very moment.

Ruin endured the pain of his skin being torn and shouted.

"Fireball!!!!"

"Kuaaak!!! Let go!"

"Why? Why don't you cut me with that magic thread?"

"Let go!!!"

"You can't control it properly, can you? If you cut my body, your body will be cut too."

Shulia, flustered by Ruin's magic, let out a trembling voice.

"You seem to have used your head a little...! But with that crude magic, you can't kill me...!"

"...I know!"

"You know...?!"

Ruin let out a hollow laugh and spoke in a voice tinged with madness.

"Damn it, so what if I can't kill you. I'll just cripple you."

"Don't act tough. If you do that, your hands won't be able to withstand it either...!"

"You idiot. At least I'm pulling my weight!!!"

Ruin gathered all his strength and shouted.

"Fireball!!!!"

"You crazy bastard...!"

Shulia violently pushed Ruin's body away and created distance. And she burst into laughter at the sight of Ruin's miserable state.

-Drip... drip...

Ruin, whose hands were a bloody mess from the aftereffects of the close-range magic, dropped his tattered hands to the floor and panted heavily.

The wounds from the mana threads were cut along with his clothes, stealing his body heat, and his eyes were gradually losing focus.

Shulia burst into laughter and berated Ruin. Shouting that there was a limit to stupidity.

"...You put on a big show of being strong. What now? Your little tricks must be all used up by now."

"...."

"I was going to spare you because I liked your face. But you're shortening your own life."

"...Screw you."

Ruin let out a hollow laugh and gathered his mana.

"I know, so don't preach. It's annoying."

He knew.

He knew that he was of no help and useless right now. But if he ran away again, avoiding those who were fighting hard, it was better to fight disgracefully and lose than to endure the misery of being alone. Ruin gritted his teeth and raised his fists.

"I'll just ask for help if I need to."

"You think there's someone to help you? Everyone's busy running away."

"Hehehe... idiot."

"Are you going to pray to God?"

Ruin let out a hollow smile and pointed a finger to the sky.

"There is."

Shulia looked at the sky and frowned.

"What is there...!"

"Just wait. He'll show up."

Ruin admitted it.

How big the difference was between him and that guy. Still, wasn't it his freedom to try to follow him rather than giving up without doing anything?

At least that guy was.

-Rumble rumble rumble rumble.

My rival.

-Kwa-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga!!!!

Ruin let out a hollow laugh at the red thundercloud falling on Shulia's head.

"Son of a bitch."

He's damn strong.

Malik let out a sigh.

"He's ridiculously strong."

He was struggling in a battle against a strong opponent with whom he was no match. From Malik's perspective, who was experiencing an Apostle for the first time, preserving his life was the best he could do right now.

"..."

The elf raised her hand and created a shining bow from it.

"Θεᾶ τοξεύτρια. (Divine Bow.)"

Malik, letting out a hollow laugh at the sight of the brilliantly shining bow, lowered his head.

"Is she some kind of peddler?"

It was a weapon that made his knees weak just by looking at it. It felt like his heart would be pierced even if she shot an empty bow.

"...A monster."

Malik readjusted his grip on his sword.

In response, the elf began to draw the bowstring.

A brilliant light began to wrap around the drawn bowstring. The string of an alien and explosive arrow.

If the arrow released from the elf's hand hit him, he might not be able to withstand the impact. The bow, which contained such a violent aura, was imbued with immense mana.

Just as the space was about to distort from the arrow's string, which seemed capable of tearing apart half the earth, Malik squeezed his eyes shut and muttered softly.

"If I knew this would happen, I would have made a Ferry No. 2."

It was a life with many regrets.

The elf's finger released the drawn bowstring. Hastily, without even giving him time to say his last words.

These long-lived species have no concept of respecting elders. Malik, making a real-time assessment of the elf, raised his sword.

"Come on."

And the moment the arrow touched Malik's sword, a familiar voice reached the ears of Malik, who was seeing his life flash before his eyes.

-Fizzle...

"Are you scared?"

Along with the red lightning, numerous thunderbolts began to fall on the elf's head.

Only then did Malik let out a hollow laugh and say.

"I thought I was going to die."

"...Nah, you won't die from that."

"..."

"Probably...?"

He was a really heartless guy.

The boss's expression seemed to hold a lot of complaints.

"..."

Although it contained a sense of relief, at the boss's expression which seemed to ask where on earth I had been, I gave a sheepish smile and scratched the back of my head.

"I was discovered on the way, you see."

"Discovered?"

"...Haha." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

-Well then, shall we start by cleaning up the surroundings?

I smiled sheepishly, thinking of the Archbishop of Temperance who had laid waste to the area around the temple. I hadn't expected the paranoid Apostle of Temperance to destroy the entire forest.

After giving a light excuse to Malik's criticism, I asked how the current situation was unfolding. To be honest, I had come in a hurry and hadn't been able to gather information.

"How much damage is there?"

"I don't have exact information because the steam is obscuring the view... but I think about 60% have been hit."

"Hmm..."

Closing my eyes and sensing the presences, I gave a small nod and said to Malik.

"It seems there are no fatalities on our side yet."

"...That's welcome news."

"Though it seems there are many injured."

"..."

"For now, let's figure out the heretics' main forces... The boss was handling the apostle, so where did the other archbishops go?"

At the mention of archbishops, Malik, recalling a forgotten memory, spoke in a voice that had lost its composure.

"That's right...! Hanna, Hanna is in danger!"

"Miss Hanna?"

"Yes! Hanna is in more danger than I am."

"Ah..."

"Two archbishops went to where Hanna is... She can't handle them alone."

I gave an awkward smile and said to Malik.

"Well, boss..."

"There's no time for this."

I looked at Malik, whose eyes were wide, and gave a sheepish smile.

"I've already taken care of that side."

"What... did you say?"

"She was doing fine on her own."

"..."

"She seemed stronger than you, boss."

"..."

I pointed my finger to a spot where the steam had cleared. A region where a fast-paced exchange was taking place.

-Greed...!!! You're messing up the line!

-Shut up. It's because you interfered, 'Envy'.

-Shut up and just get ready to die. You're noisy.

Malik, watching Hanna's martial arts as she moved quickly, thought it was a good thing he had stepped down from the position of family head. Because it wouldn't look good if the family head was weaker than his younger sister.

"She's strong."

"Right?"

"Still, it looks like she needs help."

"For now, I've seasoned it so she can win."

"Seasoned?"

With a small smile, I flicked my finger, and a red thunderstorm fell upon the heads of the archbishops confronting Hanna.

-Where has it been coming from since before...!

-First, let's kill the mage...

-Her waist is open.

-Damn it...!

Malik nodded his head and decided not to ask any more questions.

"Just in case, go and help her."

"I suppose I should. But will you be alright."

"Hmm..."

I gently pushed Malik behind me and looked at the smoke rising from between the lightning.

"I wonder..."

"..."

-Rumble...!

-Kwagagagagaga!

"It seems I'm in more danger."

"..."

"I thought it would at least leave a scratch, but she's completely unscathed."

I had poured so much electricity, but how could she be standing there perfectly fine? I was in awe of the elf's magic power, protecting her body with an opaque barrier.

"She's like a monster."

It's so absurd that I'm at a loss for words.

Stretching, I said to Malik. Not to worry about here and to go help the others.

"Leave this to me and move."

"...Alright."

-...Flinch

"Why aren't you going."

Malik replied with a serious expression.

"I want to watch."

"..."

"As a swordsman who was beaten by that fellow, what can I do if I want to see?"

"Are you really going to watch?"

"No. I think I'll die if I stay and watch, so I must run."

Malik let out a sigh full of disappointment and lowered his head.

"If we fight again next time, be sure to show me."

"Pwahaha! Is it a circus?"

"Hmm..."

Malik gripped my shoulder tightly.

"Father is coming."

"..."

"Hold on for a little longer."

"Why do you say such disappointing things."

I gathered aura in my sword and let out a smile.

"Because I'm going to win."

The elf's green eyes were shining blue. And the moment Malik took a step, something was quickly approaching, parting the smoke.

An arrow.

An arrow imbued with explosive magic power.

The elf's arrow was quickly approaching to cut Malik's breath. I took a light breath and moved my sword quickly.

The moment the arrow touched Tyrfing.

-Swaaaaaaaaa...

The elf's eyes wavered greatly.

"!"

"Go."

"I almost died."

"But I'm here, am I not."

I lightly shook my tingling hand and slowly approached the elf.

"Well then, shall we see."

"..."

"Just how skilled is the legendary elf."

If possible.

"..."

I wanted to eliminate the variables.

Malik let out a cry of admiration.

Watching the fight between Ricardo and the apostle.

-Clang!

-Kagagagagak!!!

-Kagagagak...! Clang!

He couldn't follow it with his eyes. By the time he barely captured Ricardo's movement as he stepped on the ground, Ricardo was already swinging his sword at the elf.

When the elf started to chant to use magic, he would instantly close the distance and disrupt the formula.

"Καταραμένος ⲟⲩⲱⲛ ⲛ̄ⲣⲱⲙⲓ! (Damn human!)"

When she tried to widen the distance to shoot an arrow, he would instantly close the distance, not giving her any room, to the point of being overwhelmed by Ricardo's martial prowess.

The elf who endured that onslaught was also in a great league, but Ricardo, who was her opponent.

"Hoo."

Looked like a monster.

Ricardo's sword held a sense of leisure, to the point that it felt like he was going easy on the elf. Just how much was he planning to grow, showing such martial prowess?

Malik let out a sigh and looked at Hanna. Right now, rather than cheering for Ricardo, he had to help Hanna.

"..."

But.

-Kaang...!

She's my little sister, but she's amazing.

There's no room for me to intervene.

Malik let out a groan looking at Hanna.

Hanna's entire body was covered in wounds. Small cuts filled her entire body, and a long wound on her thigh looked quite deep and serious. And a shallow wound on her side was telling him that there had been a moment in this battle where her life was in danger.

If you only looked at the wounds, it seemed like Hanna was being pushed back, but.

"She's going to become a monster."

Hanna's eyes were sensing victory. Like a beast of prey.

As if to prove it, the archbishop's body was full of large wounds. The leisurely smile had long since faded, and driven by impatience and haste, they were looking at each other's expressions.

-Archbishop of Envy. You be the bait. In the meantime, I'll take that bitch's head.

-Shut up. Greed.

Their mismatched coordination was a problem, but.

The biggest reason for their defeat was that Hanna's martial prowess was far beyond their expectations. It wasn't just one of them, but two.

Because it was strange that an archbishop, who could annihilate a company-sized unit single-handedly, was being pushed back by a mere academy student.

No matter how much Ricardo helped her seize the momentum, the key point that couldn't be ignored was that it originated from Hanna's martial prowess.

"Haa..."

Hanna had her eyes closed.

To imitate the woman she had seen in her illusion.

-Kill them.

-Shut the mouths of those who ignore you.

-Kill.

She was recalling in her mind the swordsmanship of that woman who had swung her sword without hesitation, a sword that was hegemonic and without hesitation.

That sword, where a single line drawn would surely be a critical hit.

"..."

She was imitating it exactly.

She couldn't follow it perfectly, but to make a similar imitation. And to catch up to the crystallization of the sword optimized for her own body.

Hanna was gripping her sword, recalling from her body the memory of what she had shown when she faced her father.

A little faster.

-Swaaaak.

A little more concise.

-Ssk.

And with a selfish heart.

-Slice.

She was cutting down the enemy in front of her.

Malik watched Hanna's form, holding his breath. Because he felt that if he intervened now, he would rather be a burden. If he were to intervene right away, he could surely seize the victory, but seeing Hanna's level rising steeply, Malik gripped his impatient leg and just watched.

"Is she attaining enlightenment?"

'I think I get it.'

'Why that woman is so strong.'

'It's the same me, but I think I understand a little now why that woman is so ridiculously strong and terrifying.'

Every time she swung her sword, for some reason, a wave of sadness washed over her. The feeling of an uncontainable emptiness and anger boiling like crazy rushed in relentlessly.

She didn't know the reason.

She couldn't define this feeling as anything.

But one thing was certain.

This anger.

"Haa..."

Felt like it was directed at herself.

An emotion.

Deeply imbued with the moment of regret.

"Hystania First Form."

A huge aura is rushing in.

The heretics who were striding across the battlefield looked up at the moonlit sky at the overwhelming pressure that dominated the moment.

The elf who was confronting them also glared at the sky at the appearance of the energy that shook the battlefield and gritted her teeth.

"ὑποκριτής ⲙⲧⲟⲙ! (Hypocrite!)"

It's a dot.

A very small dot.

A single figure embracing the firmament, with a cold expression, began to draw a huge horizontal line in the sky.

The lion has come.

-Kugugugugugung.

A lion that no one on this battlefield could meet eyes with.

The elf who had turned her back glared at me once and said in a cold voice.

"Ἐὰν ὑποστῆτε, ἀποκτενῶ ὑμᾶς. (If we meet next time, I'll kill you.)"

I gave a small smile and shrugged my shoulders. With a smile she couldn't read.

"Don't mention it."

The moment the elf's figure disappeared with the darkness, a low voice came from the firmament, and light began to pour down.

"Hystania First Form."

The master of the battlefield has arrived.

"Nameless (無名)."

-Kwagagagagagagagak!!!

Letting out a roar.