Ch.895Not Human….

A temporary alliance that ended in 5 seconds.

Even I thought it might have been a bit too much, but it was the best choice I could make.

Why, you ask?

Let’s say I fully cooperated with Persiella and succeeded in defeating Amitamir after a heroic bloody battle.

What would happen after that?

Surely you don’t think we’d shake hands with warm smiles, complimenting each other’s skills before parting ways coolly?

That’s impossible. Persiella and I were enemies aiming for each other’s lives from the beginning.

Shake hands? No, she’d order her subordinates to subdue and bind me.

Both Persiella and I would have to use all our remaining strength to defeat Amitamir.

If things went that way, Persiella would be the victor in this war.

Unlike me, who came to the Dragonic Kingdom alone, she had numerous subordinates with her.

Would the righteous Dragonborn of Small Forest help me?

Well, I thought they might until just now… but seeing the white dragon’s head quickly moving away, I realized that wouldn’t happen.

That dragon, though it went mad and became a death dragon, was originally like the founder of Small Forest.

Would the Dragonborn of Small Forest really help a woman of another race who killed and beheaded their founder?

I’d be lucky if they didn’t attack me.

Until now, our interests aligned, and they had nothing to gain by opposing me, so I could somewhat trust them…

But once Amitamir judged me as an enemy, I could no longer trust the Dragonborn of Small Forest.

Far from trust, they were highly likely to become enemies.

In short, all that awaited my exhausted self in front of the dragon’s corpse was a red carpet laid straight toward a bad ending.

Or perhaps a bed ending.

Earlier, didn’t I provoke her a bit too much? Saying her subordinates would really like her lower body.

Didn’t Persiella, whose eyes had rolled back from that provocation, openly declare?

That for her subordinates’ happiness and welfare, she would capture me and fix me in a place like a chicken coop.

If she’d forgotten, that would be fine, but if she still remembered those words, my life could truly be over.

So, what could I do?

– Kwaooooo…!

“You, vile wench!”

While Persiella was drawing Amitamir’s attention, I had to flee to the ground and hide until I recovered my strength.

Do I feel any guilt?

Well, why should I? The one I deceived wasn’t an innocent victim, but a death dragon seedling who started a war and committed massacres.

If the being fighting down there had been an acquaintance or a hero of my kind, I would have fought alongside them, risking my life.

Even if my limbs were blown off.

…But that’s not the case, is it?

They’ve been enemies all along and will continue to be enemies. If helping them would only lead to my own downfall, wouldn’t I be a fool to help?

Who told them to start something like a war between the righteous and the wicked? It’s all their own karma.

So—

“If you want to blame someone, blame your karma, not me!”

I shouted as I soared toward the distant ground like a comet falling in reverse.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaak! You, dog-like bitch!”

I happily enjoyed Persiella’s roar, which had now become more like a scream mixed with curses.

[My, what is this…]

Hersella muttered with a hollow laugh.

[Your vileness has reached such a level that I can’t help but admire it. I admit it. Your mouth is truly the worst calamity on earth.]

A sarcastic compliment.

‘Why not call me the world’s greatest tactician instead?’

Deceiving the enemy, pitting them against another enemy for mutual destruction, and buying time for my safe escape.

Wouldn’t this make me a worthy successor to Ludwig as a tactician?

[Stop that dog-like barking.]

Of course, Hersella didn’t seem to agree. Typical of her muscle-brain that considers head-butting the greatest tactic.

—-

– Kuooooo!

The sound of karma fire blasting in my ears. My chest heaving in the strong headwind. Small rock fragments whizzing past.

I kept my head up, looking only at the sky as I ascended endlessly through what seemed like an abyss—a sinkhole so incredibly deep.

“Kyaaaaa—!”

Persiella’s wail echoed around me.

She has good lungs. Is that the scream of her final moments?

It had been over ten seconds since I left her behind and took flight, yet her voice sounded even louder than before, which was impressive.

…Wait a minute.

Louder?

I quickly lowered my head and looked down below my feet.

And I saw it.

“Do you think I, Persiella, would fall for your scheme?!”

Persiella, with a face like a vengeful demon, was flying toward me with ice wings, creating a blizzard storm behind her.

“You wench who deserves to be chewed to death a thousand times, how dare you—!”

Judging by her face alone, she had surpassed the level of a celestial demon.

“What the…?!”

How was this woman, who should have been Amitamir’s snack by now, still alive?

…Could it be that lizard bastard can’t fly?

Did he forget how to fly after being cooped up underground for eight hundred years?

I let out a bewildered cry and shifted my gaze behind her.

To understand why Amitamir, who should have been chewing Persiella to death in my place, had so unexpectedly neglected his duty.

【 Krhahahahaa…! 】

…Well, I could see the reason right away.

The mad death dragon, Amitamir, was slowly ascending with his lizard mouth wide open in laughter.

His attitude was like that of a young boy watching a fight between stag beetles.

“Why are you just watching?! You crazy lizard bastard!”

I shouted at Amitamir.

【 What in the world could be more interesting and entertaining than watching the clownish acts of these pathetic beings! It’s enough to even subdue my anger for a moment! 】

“You call that an explanation…! You’re completely insane…!”

I felt my blood boil as the death dragon, who should have been in a life-or-death battle with Persiella, was acting like a spectator watching a clown show.

‘Damn it…!’

Tension also shot up my spine, making it cold with sweat.

Amitamir pursuing me with a leisurely attitude. Persiella, who now seemed a hundred times more enraged than Amitamir.

I had suddenly found myself in an extremely difficult situation.

‘It was a perfect strategy, but that lizard went crazy…!’

Who could have predicted that the death dragon, whose eyes had been clouded with rage, would choose to watch rather than fight, simply because he found our actions amusing?

[Don’t talk about perfection; I find it hard to hold back my laughter.]

Hersella’s voice, full of mockery, resonated in my head.

And then.

“Where are you looking?! Face my anger. And fall! Fall and crawl on the ground, you filthy traitor!”

Persiella, who seemed as if she might have switched souls with Amitamir, howled like someone with anger management issues as she accelerated toward me.

She was gripping an ice sword in each hand, with dozens of ice picks floating behind her like a halo.

“We weren’t close enough for you to call it betrayal!”

I looked down at Persiella and retorted in an annoyed tone.

“Ah, right! Since it’s come to this, let’s just go our separate ways without interfering with each other! How about it? Isn’t that a good proposal? It’s beneficial for you too—”

“I’ll make you full of holes!”

Persiella had lost her mind. There was no way to persuade her as she wouldn’t listen to reason.

Dozens of ice picks shot toward me like missiles along with her roar.

“Tch…!”

I clicked my tongue and narrowed my eyes, taking in each of those ice picks.

What should I do about them?

If I dodge them one by one, Persiella will catch up to me, and once caught, she’ll grab my ankle and force me to stop.

That would mean my escape was ruined.

So, I needed to block or deflect them while ascending… but I couldn’t use karma fire as I was using it for flight. The power of murder karma was also the same.

Then, should I try something with the rune of collapse and Durandal?

But my ascent speed would still decrease, and she would catch up…

Ah, come to think of it, there is one more method.

I stretched my left hand downward and shouted.

“Cascador-!”

The Ring of Returning Seal on my finger emitted a magical light, creating a horned white horse with a snow-white mane below my feet.

The time it took to summon was truly instantaneous.

In less than a second, my steed materialized completely.

“Prrrr…rrk?!”

Since the summoning location was in midair without ground, it was about to fall downward as soon as it was summoned.

“Good. Go, Cascador!”

To the afterlife!

I gently placed my bent knees on Cascador’s back and pushed down with all my might.

So that it would take all the incoming ice picks with its body and plummet down to ram into Persiella.

– Kwaaaang!

My body, having kicked off from this foothold, accelerated further and shot up into the void.

“Krererererk?!”

“No, what nonsense…!”

As a countereffect, the voices of Cascador and Persiella quickly faded away.

Thank you, Cascador.

Live strongly, even in the underworld.

As I bid farewell to my loyal steed, I stretched my hand above my head.

The ground was right before my eyes.