episode_0729

I won’t say that it’s not my fault that the current situation is a mess.

It’s true that I never thought it would turn out like this.

I never thought my friends’ obsession would be this strong. That’s why being popular is so tiring.

But you know, if we’re going to look at fault, my friends have more problems.

If I had just left it alone, I could have figured it out and made a fuss about it, but they acted rashly and caused the problem.

If they hadn’t thought about it, if they had known their place and waited for me to finish everything, this wouldn’t have happened.

If you’re going to attack me, why don’t you attack me directly? What are you doing behind my back?

As I felt myself getting more and more annoyed the more I thought about it, I decided to kindly educate my friends.

Who the hell are they to be talking about taking me away?

It should be done the other way around.

Lucy, please make me your most beloved slave.

It’s really sad that I have friends who are idiots who don’t even understand the level of others, but what can I do? I’m a good person so I have to understand.

‘Don’t you think that the things around me have become stranger than before?’

‘And this time, grandfather is also guilty.’

‘You should expect that. That’s your grandfather’s role.’

‘Just know this. The reason I’m not doing anything now is because I overdid it last time. If you don’t want to end up in the same situation, you should be careful, right?’

After my grandfather closed his mouth with a cough and looked down, I could see the eyes looking at me.

Most of them were people I didn’t know, but one thing was certain: they were all guilty.

They may look different, have different cultures, and even have different personalities, but they clearly received proper education and grew up in good places.

Naturally, the same was true for the spectators watching them.

Most of them were acquaintances of the participants, wealthy and high-ranking vagrants, and bards greedily seeking new stories.

And on one side of the arena, there were priests on standby in case of an accident, and today they looked at the center with worried eyes.

Because among those participating in the arena today, there were some of the most important figures in the current Jushin Church.

“…Woman. Young-ae?”

Faby, who was so flustered that she forgot to even call my name, staggered around like her eyes were shaking without any warning, and only regained her balance after receiving help from the side.

But even so, the pale face did not return.

“Miss. Shall we begin?”

As I nodded to the question with my legs crossed, Carl stepped forward, pretending to be cool.

“You have been given this opportunity by the mercy of Lady Lucy of the Aln family! Please show off your wonderful appearance in front of the young lady and many others!”

Carl, who had received authority from Caria yesterday, explained the rules without a single mistake.

This qualifier is, simply put, a battle royale.

All members of a group fight at once, and those who are unable to fight are naturally eliminated. The last person to survive rises to the top.

As you can see from just hearing the story, this is not a completely fair contest of skills. There is a very high possibility that external factors will intervene.

In a fight with high stakes, this method would rarely be used, but this time it was different.

It means that even the weak have a chance.

If those who are above average are the ones who would naturally welcome this rule.

“Then let’s start the game!”

As the sword’s cry rings out, the participants step back, looking at each other.

Those who are destined to unite with each other, and those who are hostile to each other are just waiting for an opportunity to point their swords at each other.

In the middle of this truly wild scene, there was Faby, still in shock.

I still can’t understand why Pavie went along with Frey’s stupid suggestion.

It is true that she has outstanding skills, but those are only as a healer.

As a combat agent, Pavie isn’t all that great.

Of course, in the game, there was a talent tree that put her at the front line because of her good basic performance, but this is reality.

Faby, who had been training with me, was a typical priest who protected everyone from the back row.

I can just suppress the thugs here with my brute force, but what happens after that?

How can a healer like Faby beat those who have trained endlessly to fight evil spirits like Freyna Arthur and Joy? In the end, they will just end up being taken away.

If the person standing there was some kind of crazy pervert like a fox, I would have just thought, “That’s just his taste.”

But it’s not Pavie.

There’s no way she’d want to hand me over to someone else.

Knowing Faby’s obsession better than anyone else, I found it strange that she participated in the bet instead of stopping Frey, knowing that she would lose to the others.

“Saintess. Are you okay?”

While I was looking at her, wondering if she had something to believe in, one of the participants spoke to her.

An action filled with genuine concern and the hope that he might be able to win her over to his side.

Only then did Faby come to her senses and smiled faintly, nodding at the contestant.

“Of course it’s okay. Thank you for your concern.”

“No. This is about it. More importantly, Your Majesty. If you came alone.”

“And I’m sorry, I can’t return your favor.”

“…Yes?”

The moment Faby unleashed her divine magic, I naturally realized what kind of magic it was.

It wasn’t that my knowledge of sacred magic had deepened.

I just found out. Faby’s magic was one of many she used in conjunction with her healing magic.

A magic that acts on the human sense of pain to make the healing process painless.

One of the symbols of Faby’s kindness and the reason why my friends avoided my healing magic.

However, what is different about Faby’s magic from usual is that it is not intended to reduce pain.

Faby’s magic was exactly the opposite.

“Keep off! Ugh! Kkeuk!”

“Crazy… Hurts! Ah. Chew! Kkaaaak!”

“Save me!”

The people standing around her start to cry out in pain, one by one, and fall to the floor.

Screams were heard here and there, countless people were foaming at the mouth, and those who were barely enduring the pain seemed busy trying to control their bodies.

“There is not much difference between saving a person and killing a person. Sometimes poison becomes medicine, and sometimes medicine kills a person.”

Although a few strong ones managed to resist Faby’s magic and stand firm, fear was still etched into their eyes.

“I wanted to be quiet.”

“Saint.”

“First of all, I think we need to push that person out.”

Facing Faby’s cold smile, the strong took a step back and came to a tacit agreement to cooperate among themselves.

“May I request a magic collection?”

The one in the lead, trying hard not to be scared, asked Faby, but Faby shook her head without changing her expression.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. I’ve already done it.”

“Then there’s nothing we can do. Everyone…”

“It’s such a sad day.”

With those words, Faby unleashed a few more spells she had prepared.

He blocked their movements with the ropes of the divine, put a seal on them to inflict pain according to the sins they had committed, and took away their warmth.

In the meantime, someone who had escaped from captivity ran towards her, but Faby just glanced at him and cast a buff on him.

Unable to adapt to the sudden increase in physical ability, the man flew far away and collided with another contestant.

“Please do not resist, so that I do not hurt you.”

When the one-sided massacre ended and Faby was left alone, some of the audience in the arena began to notice and cheer, but were crushed by the greater silence and kept their mouths shut.

If Faby, the victor, sighs in depression, how can others shout in joy?

I was watching the pitiful sight of them digging a tunnel, and then I got down on the floor of the arena with a hollow laugh.

“Paybee.”

“…Lady. Young-ae.”

“Is my name Youngae?”

“No! That. Lucy. What are you doing here?”

“You guys are in trouble because of your stupid actions.”

“That’s stupid.”

“It’s really strange. Frey, that idiot, does stupid things every day, but I never thought that Fabi, whom I trusted, would join in.”

When I deliberately made a fuss, tears welled up in Faby’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. Lucy. I should have stopped Young Lady Kent, but I just couldn’t bear to lose you. ”

“You wanted to marry me that badly? Haha. You acted innocent on the outside, but you were a total pervert on the inside, right?”

“Absolutely not! I’m just trying to stop someone from monopolizing it…!”

“You want me to believe that?”

Faby, who was about to say something but then closed her mouth, lowered her head and breathed heavily.

I snickered at the sight of her looking like she might cry if I prodded her lightly, then grabbed Faby’s chin and pulled it to meet my gaze.

“I’ll trust you because you’ve done it so far.”

“Are you…really…right?”

“Instead, I’ll tell you. If you lose to me later, I’ll punish you twice, so just know that.”

I pushed Faby away and returned to my original position.

Then he winked at Karl and he shouted so loudly that the arena reverberated.

The audience, who had been silent, responded by shouting along, but the winner, Faby, looked at me with pitiful eyes and spoke quietly to the priests who were running towards her urgently.

“Just take care of him until he wakes up. No one here is hurt.”