episode_0095

An endless plain stretched out before them.

Green grass and colorful flowers bloomed. A magic pierced through Emily’s body, turning the green and colorful flowers a deep red.

Emily knew her body had been pierced, but she kept running.

Like painting red paint on a canvas with a brush, the red lines continued to extend across the plain as if flowing endlessly from her body.

Her vision blurred, and though her mind urged her to keep running, her legs didn’t move well.

But Emily knew that if she stopped now, both she and the saint Isabelle would die, so despite the pain coursing through her body, she kept running.

Normally, Isabelle could have healed her in an instant, but in coming this far, Isabelle had used up all her mana.

“Gah… E-Emily, stop!”

Her vision cleared again, feeling the warm mana flowing from her moving legs and body. It was Emily’s mana.

Emily, without mana, was using mana to heal. How?

Using mana without having any means using her life force. In other words, she was healing by sacrificing her own life.

She kept calling out to Isabelle, but the silent Isabelle continued to convert her life force into mana to heal Emily.

Turning her head to look at Emily leaning on her shoulder, she saw Emily unconscious with her eyes closed. But Emily’s body continued to convert her life force into mana and cast healing spells.

She wanted to stop Isabelle from using her body to heal, but it wasn’t the right time.

If she stopped for even a moment, they would both die.

Their top priority was to run as fast as possible and escape the Vitium country. Once they crossed the border, they wouldn’t be affected by the large-scale magic interference in the Vitium country.

Then they could communicate with Lily. If they could do that, they could open a portal and escape…

As they neared the border, the shapes of many people came into view in front of them. Emily knew who these figures were.

Sparkling heads from afar. Bald heads with not a single hair and faces full of wrinkles that looked like they were in their sixties, with bright white robes and ambitious eyes.

It was the Pope.

Looking at the knights around the Pope, Emily bit her lip.

“So you already knew.”

As if prepared for their arrival, the Pope shouted at Emily and Isabelle.

“Judge the traitors! It doesn’t matter if they lose their limbs. Just keep them alive!”

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, dozens of knights rushed towards Emily.

A hopeless situation with no way to escape. In despair, Emily looked at Isabelle on her back.

And she thought of Amelia, who always lingered in her mind.

It had been over a year since she last saw Amelia.

Amelia, who had treated Emily like a younger sister and taken care of her even in life-threatening situations.

Separated by war, they reunited at Lily’s execution.

A war that erupted to execute the witch Lily. Based on Helena’s information, the war was going smoothly, and they could easily reach Lily.

But there, instead of Lily, stood Amelia disguised as Lily.

And she saw Amelia, in a horrifying state, before her eyes, witnessing Amelia’s death.

Risking everything on the dragon, she had gone back in time to see Amelia. But contact with Amelia was impossible.

Due to the constraints and taboos that came with going back in time, she couldn’t stay by Amelia’s side and disappeared from Amelia’s memories.

I became a complete stranger. Knowing that, I felt despair. I even thought about giving up.

Amelia is alive. Breathing and living with a smile.

Just by seeing that, all the negativity washed away from me.

Isabel, who always liked me. She may try to hide it, but she would look into my eyes, steal my panties, and so on.

Having someone who desires me is a happy thing.

Ah. I want to save Isabel, only Isabel. I don’t want her to die.

From the past to the present, even to the future, Isabel has always been looking at me alone.

Sister Amelia is alive. Now, if only Isabel is alive, it would be perfect.

Emily, fighting against numerous knights, turned her body to take the attack coming from behind. Once again, she turned her body to directly take the attack coming from behind.

The red blood spread widely on the field with green grass and colorful flowers.

Emily’s determination to protect Isabel no matter what made her keep moving forward.

The hand holding the sword kept trembling. Will I die here, can I save Isabel, can I see Amelia again?

Emily looked at the knights who were her comrades.

Their expressions were indescribable.

-Thud.

As time passed, Emily sat down on the ground. Yet Isabel remained firmly fixed.

When she heard the approaching sounds around her, Emily clenched her trembling hands and stood up, shaking all over.

Emily knows what will happen to Isabel when she is taken away.

In the eyes of the charismatic Pope, there was only lust and desire, and his pants were bulging.

Running away failed. There’s no possibility. It’s over.

A decision must be made.

To die or to live.

If Isabel goes to the Pope now, she will live, but a painful life awaits her.

She won’t feel grateful for being alive.

No. Don’t give up.

I will never end it like this.

Why did I come to the past? I came because I couldn’t do anything.

I lost my sister Amelia in front of my eyes, that’s why I came.

But now, am I just going to lose her? No, I will protect her with my own hands.

Emily raised her sword again. The sword that was shaking and precarious just moments ago was now aimed sharply at the Pope.

Just one step. Just one step. If she crosses the border for 1 second, or even 0.1 second.

-Swish!

Emily’s eyes were more determined than ever.

As Emily rushed forward, the Pope quickly cast a spell, and the knights tried to block Emily’s charge.

A swift clash unfolded.

Emily gathered all her mana. Not just mana, but her life force as well.

Isabel trusted and willed herself to gather her life force to heal Emily. And she knew that.

Her vision blurred again. Her body creaked, and blood flowed from the holes she barely managed to cover.

Emily felt she couldn’t delay any longer.

Emily dropped her sword and transferred all her mana and life force to Isabel. Ignoring everything, she moved forward.

Spells and swords pierced through Emily’s body. She vomited blood boiling from her throat as she continued forward.

With a scream, Emily kept charging.

“Aaaaaahhh!!!”

Behind Emily, the Pope’s scream could be heard as he ran after her, piercing through everything.

Perhaps he didn’t expect her to risk her life and charge like this.

Just one step. If only she could take one step forward.

-Squelch.

“Ah.”

Emily stopped at the border in front of her. No, she had to stop.

As she lowered her head, a long spear pierced through Emily’s waist.

The legs kept moving, but the window pierced through Emily’s waist, cutting off the signal to her legs.

Emily quickly made a decision and grabbed Isabelle on her back, throwing her with force.

“Hehe. Are you doing this to buy a few more seconds? The saint will just cry under me anyway.”

The Pope, who had suddenly approached Emily from behind, whispered to her.

Emily, facing the Pope who was mocking her, responded with a smirk.

“Really? Shouldn’t you be begging for your life now?”

“Hehe. Nonsense. I’ll specially raise you like livestock. Torture you until you beg for mercy. How does that excite you?”

“Pfft.”

“What’s so funny? Imagining yourself becoming livestock?”

“No. Imagining you dying.”

“Not funny at all. Look at the sunlight pouring down from the clear sky, the goddess blessing m…e…”

Clouds were gathering in the sky, darker than ever before.

These were not ordinary clouds, but pitch-black clouds.

Clouds that didn’t let a single ray of light pass through.

In an instant, the sky darkened. It felt like time had reversed, darkness creeping in, and everyone here knew that this was not a normal situation.

And they knew who was behind this.

A year-long war. And the most famous figure in the world.

Lily, who possessed more pitch-black mana than anyone else, and rose to the position of the world’s strongest at a young age.

The holy knights who had been watching Lily on the battlefield all began to tremble.

The Pope, who had never seen Lily in person, felt a deep fear at the sight of the pitch-black mana manifesting before his eyes.