Chapter 287 – #63_Interlude (9)
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One.
Covering most of North Africa, the Sahara Desert covers an area of 10 million square kilometers.
Excluding the fact that the area is expanding every year due to continued climate change and desertification, it is already comparable to the mainland of the United States.
However, the social and environmental infrastructure is poor.
The vast desert served as a great hideaway for the exploits who wanted to take care of themselves safely.
Perhaps Amelia might still be on the hunt for her martyr witch if she had gone out with her bare hands without any recourse.
In fact, one of the reasons Prince Tiphareth, who possesses enormous military strength, struggled to hunt public enemies was that it was difficult to find an enemy determined and hidden in such a remote area.
But in Amelia’s hand is her killing part.
The killing department, which marked the hiding places of the exploits almost without error, helped Amelia’s ‘hunt’ go smoothly.
Even after Amelia killed her martyr witch, she wandered the desert and hunted the three exploits in succession.
‘I know I did something wrong! There’s nothing like this… !’
There was a feat of taking over Amelia’s heel while struggling to the end.
‘Hick! Hee! Buy, save me… !’
As soon as he saw Amelia’s skills, she lost her fighting spirit and tried to escape, but lost her life.
But killed them all
Amelia didn’t hesitate, at least outwardly.
As if her snowballs, which began to roll down her slope, would not stop.
She was no longer hesitant about Amelia’s move beyond the line she had drawn.
She was fully aware of the consequences of her own actions.
To take someone else’s life.
It completely destroys the ‘hope’ that has been going on for hundreds and thousands of years, not just over the present.
The realization ate away at Amelia’s heart like poison.
It wasn’t because she didn’t feel any sensation or emotion that she didn’t hesitate.
This is because, like the body parts frozen to the brink of necrosis, they were paralyzed by guilt and guilt.
Amelia tolerated herself becoming apathetic, or appearing to be.
“I heard that a certain witch was hunting a homunculus that showed exploits… Was that you?”
And now there is a witch who bravely accepts her death in front of Amelia.
Blonde hair like a herb that has withered due to the nature of magnetic magic.
After the fierce battle with Amelia, the ‘poisonous witch’ whose lower body was scattered with flowers smiled bitterly while leaning against the sand dune.
A series of fierce battles over a short period of time.
While she dealt with a total of three feats, it was Amelia who did not suffer any significant injuries, but she is today.
Because she was psychologically and physically cornered, she allowed herself to suffer.
“Cool!”
Amelia let out a bad cough with one knee bent.
Dark red blood smears on her sand.
This is because the intangible miasma used by the poisonous witch has already penetrated the body.
But the difference between winning and losing was clear.
The poisonous witch lost half of her body.
Her spirit body’s tenacious vitality keeps her alive, but even if she doesn’t take any action, her breath will end in 10 minutes.
Amelia, on the other hand, is poisoned, but it’s hard to call her fatal wound.
Due to her autonomic defenses, her miasma was not able to reach any of her vital organs, including her heart, brain and uterus.
Amelia barely got herself up.
“…….”
“From rumors, I thought it would be a lively young lady like Tiphareth. Want this….”
The poisonous witch, May Lily, was so absurd that she put on a bewildered expression.
She has taken the lives of other witches in the name of her sorcery.
At the same time, she did not forget her determination that one day she could lose her life.
However, this end was very different from what she had imagined.
The staring eyes of an enemy without mercy.
I knew that a contemptuous gaze filled with the conviction that justice had been realized would pierce my body.
What I am actually facing is a pitiful face that seems to hold back crying.
The most pitiful thing is that she was defeated mercilessly by a youngster who couldn’t properly prepare herself.
Maybe it was because I was careless with that unbroken attitude.
Because she looked like that throughout the fight.
“What is your name?”
“…….”
“It’s the last way, so don’t be too stingy and talk to me.”
Is that the reason why such a fact brings a dejected laugh, let alone anger?
May Lily was rather lethargic and spoke to her in a humorous tone.
There was no complacency that he would spare her life.
There must be a story if you see him going hunting until he has become like that.
Furthermore, there is no facility in this desert to heal a spiritual body that has been damaged to this extent.
“… Amelia Marigold.”
“Oh my gosh… That marigold? The perfume witch? Baron?”
May Lily was genuinely startled by Amelia’s silent affirmation.
Speaking of Baron Marigold, she was a comfortable witch who sat in the back room of Gehenna and lazily made perfume.
She came out when she went out in the present world, but she was never a warlike witch who would join in an active hunt.
“… Okay.”
Meanwhile, Amelia felt unfamiliar and awkward with May Lily’s friendly attitude.
For coming out in such a casual manner to her opponent that would cost her life.
Do you think doing so will save her?
Or is it that she wants to show a resolute appearance at least for the last time?
Amelia was just puzzled because she couldn’t understand or know either side.
“The world has changed a lot while I have been shut up… Do you have cigarettes by the way? Mine was in my pocket, as you can see.”
May Lily chuckled at her, pointing to her lower half, which had disappeared without shape because she couldn’t crush her.
Amelia, while guarding her, took her cigarette from her bosom and put it into her mouth of May Lily, and lit her with her magic.
May Lily breathes smoke with the most satisfied expression in the world.
“Write… Ha… It’s been a while. Good. Local cigarettes should be moderately bland. Cigars are pretty good, though.”
Amelia wanted to run away immediately.
The only thing she survived to the end is herself.
She is seized with a feeling of being overwhelmed and oppressed, even though it is she who has won.
She didn’t even want to talk anymore.
On the other hand, I feel such burden and rejection.
Amelia noticed that it had been a long time since she spoke with another person.
Neither sees her presence nor does she reveal her enmity towards her.
It’s been a long time.
It was different from the time when she lost her master and ended up in a shack.
Unlike then, when she endured everything by holding everything tight, Amelia now knows what her warmth is.
I know how happy and precious it is to have a conversation with others, a happy time, and a real sense of being together.
So also what loneliness is.
I feel more clumsy.
Even in this uncomfortable conversation, I felt a very small willingness in a corner of my heart.
“So, why is that proud Baron Marigold wandering around this world taking up achievements?”
“I have no obligation to inform you.”
“Is it too much? It’s true that I’ve been doing bad things, but… I want to know why I have to die.”
For a moment, Amelia felt her cold blade plunge into her chest.
It was her sense of debt for taking her life.
It was a guilt she had been trying to avoid all this time.
Also this conversation.
I will finish it soon
When Amelia can’t say anything.
“Really… A girl without words… “
Amelia pursed her lips as she watched her May Lily begin to doze off sleepily.
Even up to this moment, you don’t know what you’re trying to say or what you’re trying to get out of this conversation.
Is May Lily trying to dilute her guilt in killing her by being her last mate in her exploits?
“If I don’t kill you… My precious person… Die.”
Like a burning cigarette, May Lily’s eyes, flickering her last life, smile.
May Lily’s butt fell from her mouth and brushed flower petals at her feet.
She laughed without telling anyone.
After a long laugh, May Lily opened her mouth.
“What? Are you just like me?”
Amelia’s body freezes at her sharp sneer.
Because I intuitively realized what she was trying to say.
May Lily, who dueled and killed three witches for her magic.
Amelia kills her witch to pay for Siu’s life.
The fact that they both take the lives of others for her own ends may have seemed like the same thing to May Lily.
“Then… !”
That was enough to refute.
It was a shallow self-pity and accusation that could be refuted if you took the time and calmly refuted it.
No, maybe that was just what Amelia took as her accusation.
May Lily may have just said what she felt.
She may have expressed her own feelings without any accusations or negative feelings.
“…….”
But May Lily was already shaking her head.
She didn’t even make the slightest movement.
Only sticky drops of blood drip from her half-gap mouth.
Even if he desperately protested, there was no way he would hear an answer.
The fight is over.
It is Amelia who survived.
However, in the end, May Lily died with a smile as if she was relieved even though she left nothing behind, and Amelia, who is just alive.
As for whether this could be called a victory or a success, Amelia could not answer.
Her rebuttal, which she couldn’t get out of her mouth, twisted and twisted, and she again threw questions at Amelia.
It was infinitely weak, and it was too much for Amelia, who had become weak, to handle.
Isn’t this murder?
If only the results are discussed, what is the difference between Amelia and the 4 exploits Amelia has killed?
“Rather….”
If only I could end it all here.
If only she could give up everything and comfortably close her eyes, as May Lily did.
Will this pain ever end?
The mana began to stir.
The particles that had occupied the area flickered like warning lights and gathered around Amelia.
When a witch goes beyond the 15th hierarchy, magic and instinct are united.
To Amelia’s will to end.
Her magical energy was responding to a desperate desperation strong enough to defy her survival instinct.
Amelia did not stop the flow.
I’m so tired.
I just want to rest now.
That idea was everything.
“Wait a minute!!!!!”
Then, with a tremendous voice, someone jumped through the whirlwind of particle classification.
As if to stop a person who was about to commit suicide on the roof with an electric sea tackle, someone wrapped around his waist rolled along the sand with Amelia.
Of course, it was a very dangerous act.
Throwing one’s body through unknown magic, and even magic that clearly has the ability to kill, is an act that could lead to loss of one’s life.
Amelia looked up at her blankly as she lay on the sand.
“What are you doing?”
There was a witch with a youthful face.
Her dark blue eyes were looking at Amelia with her concerned gaze, and her auburn hair was long enough to reach her ankles even though she wore her hair in her braid behind her.
“Something good will happen in life. Gotta do my best!”
Among the apprentice witches, she was studying the basic theory of magic for a long time, and her adolescence was about to end.
However, an apprentice witch cannot break through Amelia’s magic.
“Don’t think bad thoughts, let’s go to my nest.”
Amelia tried to say something to her, but her auburn haired witch recklessly grabbed Amelia’s arm and dragged her.
I still don’t know exactly who the opponent is.
Maybe it’s one of the feats listed in the killing department.
But now it was fine.
Amelia was led to her workshop by the suddenly appearing witch.
