Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World?-Chapter 12 - Soliloquy

"Be the goodness, because it is the water that flows. Be sincerity, for it will never disappoint you. And love others, no matter how much you hate them."

These were words of a hero who inspired me. She is the "Dreadnight Maker" herself.

Since I was a kind, I had been taught of goodness, sincerity, and love.

Parents always gave me whatever their children wanted.

However, unlike other children, I had been hesitating when it comes to such demands.

If they were asking for new toys, I, merely eight years old, only wanted to learn magic.

Yes.

I, Selene Ernydell Veylith, once experienced the gentle touch of my parents' warmth.

Especially my mother, Rieri Eryndell Veylith.

The truth it, I already figured she wasn't just any ordinary woman who raised me.

She was, in fact, of royal blood, the true heir to the throne of Ains Ein Doa.

Clarissa Ein Doa was her real name.

A woman of noble upbringing, equipped with various knowledge.

Magic, swordsmanship, to court etiquette, she devoured all these subjects in one go.

Everything appeared without any obstacle for her, especially before she was courted by the foreign kingdom to become an empress.

But what happened? Quietly leaving the palace, faking her own death, soon after she witnessed injustice with her very own eyes.

Thus, the legend of the "Dreadnight Maker" began.

She would've eliminated anyone who harmed the poor ones.

Clarissa, once a skilled swordswoman and royal mage, had drastically changed.

The hatred grew in her heart leading her down to a dark path.

An assasin hunted by the Ains Ein Doa Kingdom.

In her quest for vengeance, she knows no discriminations.

All races were targetted, but demons as her goal.

Why? Obviously, negotiating with them was no different to a betrayal.

Demons used words not only to deceive and lie to any crature.

But also to blend-in and become the race... just to squeeze pleasures out of them.

Yes, their lust was boundless. For them, sex wasn't taboo, nor were the various earthly desires.

They were so cunning, disguising themselves as a race in a certain region, then planting seeds of love to one of its people, infecting them.

No doubt, those demons deserved to die, especially to someone like the "Dreadnight Maker," who possessed magical abilities to detect their organs.

To her, it wasn't just a task.

She didn't even want to be a hero. Clarissa had fallen prey to her own desires. Her desire to kill the demons like trash. To lure them into Hell. And to dominate their race.

However, after conquered and enslaved them, it was love that softened her, which had once been filled with nothing but lust.

Love at first sight. She never believed that. Yet, an elf managed to melt her heart.

She stopped being the "Dreadnight Maker."

Not only that, her soul saw the pure goodness within the heart of the gentle and kind elf. Their love was expressed in the warmth of the night. For the first time, she kissed, she moaned, feeling the sweetest essence of love coursing throughout her body.

And then, I was born...

"Oh also, in Kairi's world, How is this dramatic monologue usually called?"

"It's soliloquy. Wait, you don't even know that?" Kairi interrupted with a wry smile, her voice flat yet sharp enough to make my ears bleed. 

"I see. Thanks. But I can continue this without your help,"

I said nonchalantly, deep down frustrated but then sighed.

"Could you be quiet for a while? I never gave you permission to read my thoughts, let alone interrup—"

"You do you. Weren't you doing the same thing? And what's this? Trying to gain sympathy from others with a tragic backstory?"

"No. Be quiet, my dear love..." I threatened her, rolling my eyes.

"Okay-okay, dear. Ugh, I feel sick saying that. Explain what just happened. NOW, PERIOD."

Her relaxed, slightly mocking voice haunted my mind.

"For the last time, silence. I'll explain later. Do you want me to cut off your life supply?"

"Okay, whatever. Try if you dar—"

"Alright, that's enough."

"Now, just sit back and observe, not everything needs your reaction."

"Oh, how's Kairi doing, you ask?"

"No worries, I didn't kill her, just muted her traumatic voice. No more nor less."

"Okay, where were we... oh, right."

I took a deep breath, ignoring the voice haunting me.

"Why not a healing potion?"

He said after I showed him my creation.

His tone was flat, emotionless, as he left me immediately

"Selene, my dear."

"Yes, mommy?"

"Forgive him. He's just frustrated."

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I murmured in silence. Of course he was.

Had no one been able to carry on the Nakanarian elf bloodline, the lineage skilled in brewing healing wonders, they would have gone extinct.

Not to mention I was predestined to be a mage.

This led to many questions regarding my origins.

"Cursed kid." I heard someone's whisper struck my hypersensitive ear.

"Maybe he was deceived. What a dirty wife."

"It's impossible for a Nakanarian not to be a healer, especially the child of the most renowned healer."

"Poor Ferry. Must be frustrated because she wasn't destined to carry on his legacy."

Those voices kept haunting me. Echoes of cruel whispers, condescending glances.

Until one day, it happened...

"Selene! What are you doing?!"

"Ferry, look at what your child has done!"

She only did something seemed so simple yet miraculous—turning milk into water.

My father, who was disappointed at first, suddenly froze, sobbing, touched yet terrified.

Because something bad might happen.

"Selene, remember." His voice softened, an unusual worry in his tone.

"Your power... it's unlike anything we've seen before. It can save lives, yes, but it also holds immense danger." I nodded, refusing to speak.

"I'm not asking you to suppress this power. It's really helpful, but there's a burden to this. So, if you use this magic, do it wisely."

That ability was named "Alchemistry" by my father.

To most magicians, it was a strange term, uncanny even to those of experienced ones. So that didn't mean I could wield it effortlessly. Transforming an eternal element was no easy task. It required deep understanding, which I gained through magical experiments and self-study. Subversions I mastered weren't even from this world.

Common grimoires in this world contained insufficient information, as many of them merely the basics for learning magic.

"Magic is joyful and entertaining."

Utter nonsense. As if I never knew what they've had kept in the dark shadow.

Behind lessons filled with sweet and enjoyable drugs, there were much more to unravel. From demons, forbidden chambers with dungeons inside, to underground kingdoms beneath them, I had already learned it all.

Thanks to my skills, I was able to learn what magicians called "miracle" here, but not in that beautiful world—science.

I had come to recognize such a term in an unexpected way. And just like Kairi, I too made a scientific prediction she called a 'hypothesis.'

Alchemy, technically, isn't science—it's magic.

But I suspected... there had to be an explanation behind all the magic I mastered.

So, I searched for an explanation behind the "Alchemistry" ability through various magical experiments, one of which was a ritual.

I concluded that this power was a 'miracle.' A miracle... that's what they called it.

But for me, it was simply a mechanism yet to be explained, let alone believed.

Science—that's how I discovered it.

But still, I don't understand what "miracle" means.

Not only that, I'm sure that miracle lies in my father's potion. A miracle that heals. A miracle that saves lives. And a miracle that gives us hope. For me, all of that perfectly describes something closely connected to nature, but so profound.

Yes, the truth is clear now—Science is a miracle.

And I'll brew that miracle with magic as a healer to change the world.

[BREAKING NEWS - SELENE ERYNDELL VEYLITH, AETHELGERTEN ACADEMY'S STUDENT, SUCCESSFULLY COMBINES MIRACLE WITH MAGIC!]

"No way! Isn't 'miracle' something impossible to achieve?"

"This is taboo! Magic and miracle can't be mixed! It's unethical!"

"At just 10 years old?! Incredible, but doesn't that sound fake?"

"Can't we just be satisfied mastering magic alone? Why does 'miracle' even matter?"

Truly, these were petty responses from people who knew nothing about magic.

I thought as those voices haunted me once again. It's different from when I was younger. The fear had disappeared, replaced by a cynical attitude.

There was nothing left to fear. My friends and family stood behind me, supporting me wholeheartedly. And with the "miracle" called science, I could have it all.

But still, I needed that final formula to complete it.

Kairi Izumi, you are that formula.

With you, my love, I am complete.

And with you too, I will change this world full of hierarchy.