A Runaway Villainess, Now Healing In An Enemy Country - Chapter 66

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【Chapter 66】

The acrid smoke rising up and the burnt smell of paper. My eyes burned from the flames surrounding everything.

This is inside an illusion, so all these sensations must be fake.

I only feel this way because I recognized the fire. I smelled paper and ink because I recognized books, and I saw blood because I thought I was cut by a sword.

Then in this place, imagination becomes power.

Originally, mages are professionals who achieve their desires through imagination. If there are no limits to magical power, then there are no limits to my magic either.

I stripped away the magical power that Davuer had used to block his ears.

Immediately, a shrill old voice pierced my eardrums.

“Foolish…! Don’t run from my divine oracle!”

Lishie’s face twisted in shock. This was the first time that child had looked so ugly.

Somehow, I found myself laughing.

“Thank you. For telling me.”

For telling me that the reason for all my misfortune was because of you. For telling me that if it weren’t for you, no one would have hated me like that.

Only you hated me with all your might.

How fortunate.

“If you just disappear, there won’t be any problems.”

Really fortunate. I’ve learned who the enemy is. Now that I know the culprit, the true identity, I can fight back.

“Both me and this world.”

I thought about the ending of the ‘original work.’

About that absurdly sloppy ending called the world’s destruction. About the one who wrote it, calling it fate.

The true cause of destruction wasn’t Davuer or the Magi within him. The Magi is merely a tool. What wields it is…

Should I call it a god, or an evil god?

Or perhaps a monster called by any name – battlefield slaughterer, mad tyrant, demon of the abyss, devil, calamity?

‘Yes, this would be good.’

“Come out of Lishie now, you parasite.”

Whoosh!

The growing flames clung to her from beneath her feet. Like shadows that couldn’t be shaken off no matter how hard you tried.

“Aaaahhhhh!”

It was a rough, grotesque scream that shook my bones.

“Ah! The demon! Again to me! My great will!”

The entire space engulfed in flames writhed as if twisting. I swayed like a buoy caught in waves, but stood firmly rooted and shouted.

“What’s so great about it? Wake up from your dream! How can you call something that isn’t omnipotent even in the place it created a god!”

“I am perfect and flawless! I reign eternally without dying! I am the one and only god of this world!”

“No. You’re imperfect. You can’t even exist without inhabiting someone’s body. Am I wrong?”

It must be in a state where it’s not completely dead, but can’t be called alive either. Because the divine powers the god once possessed were long ago fragmented and became Belmayer’s abilities.

The god lost its eyes, ears, arms, legs, and body. In other words.

“You only have your mouth left alive?”

“…”

“That’s why you’re so noisy without knowing your place.”

“…Shut up! The one who doesn’t know their place is you. You and those plunderers! How dare you take what’s mine!”

As she swung her right hand high, golden letters were written in the dust-covered air.

[‘Davuer Winze’ will ‘Irene’]

But it couldn’t be completed.

The boiling flames immediately swallowed those letters.

“No! Listen to me!”

“If you write, I’ll burn it.”

I looked at that screaming and spoke like passing judgment.

“Wherever you are, whatever you write, I’ll burn it. Even if you manipulate someone with your three-inch tongue to create stories, I’ll definitely erase those endings.”

Is it revenge born from having my life twisted?

Is it a sense of mission that came from becoming the new master of the Sanctum?

I don’t know. But right now, I wanted to save the world. By saving the world, I wanted to save Davuer. I wanted to see a future not written in print.

The World Tree blooming anew, the world’s appearance after the Magi disappeared, the four seasons in Belmayer.

“The work you want to accomplish, your will that isn’t even that great, the balance and laws you established – I’ll turn them all to ash.”

There were many things to look forward to.

I wanted to be happy.

For that, it seemed like I could do anything. Not bravado or arrogance, but truly fact.

“If I fail in this life, then in the next life. If I fail in the next life, then in the life after that. I’ll die and be reborn and do the same thing.”

“Ha…! Impossible! You can’t even remember anything properly. You’re just human in the end!”

Lost memories of past lives.

A void like a hole punched in one corner of my head. I only had the intuition that something important was in there.

But more important than who I was in the past were the things I could do now, should do, and wanted to do.

“If you really think it’s so trivial, there’d be no need to keep me in check. The truth is, you’re afraid of me, aren’t you?”

“Ridiculous!”

Magical power that exceeded natural limits surged along with the Sanctum. My whole body was hot, but my head was cold.

“You’re so scared you can’t stand it.”

“No, that’s not true! I am perfect!”

“Why? Because I can kill you.”

If this is what a god is, then gods aren’t needed.

Rumble—

The burnt bookshelves collapsed noisily one by one. The flames that rose up boiled like lava.

The library could no longer maintain its form and began to crumple as if being devoured by fire.

The god glared with glittering yellow eyes.

“This isn’t the end. I don’t die. I will surely regain my power and drag you to hell!”

“Sure. Let’s see who wins.”

Whoosh!

The moment bright red flames covered my entire vision, a falling sensation as if the floor had given way enveloped my whole body.

I muttered while simultaneously feeling the sensation of the Sanctum pulsing through my entire body and the magical circuits in my heart churning.

Oh, and by the way. Your writing is terrible.

I prefer healing stories…

“…Ugh!”

I opened my eyes with a flash, along with a splitting headache.

Broken glass windows, sword marks decorating the floor and walls, the pile of dirt filling the balcony outside. That room where Lishie had caused a commotion saying she would jump.

I was inside Winter Castle.

‘Is it… over?’

There was no sense of reality in my body at all.

I blinked blankly, not even realizing I was sitting collapsed on glass shards.

“Irene!”

With a familiar voice, my waist was suddenly lifted and my knees were raised. When I slowly lowered my head, there was hair as white as snow.

Davuer, crouched down, silently removed glass shards embedded in my shin. His touch was so careful it was almost ticklish.

I looked at my finely trembling hands.

‘I can do it.’

That fragmented thought suddenly awakened my mind, so I lowered my body and placed my hand on his shoulder.

A pale light different from the existing Sanctum and different from my magical power burst brightly from my fingertips.

Flash!

“Don’t.”

The very next moment, a hand grabbed mine as if to stop me.

“Don’t, Irene.”

“…Why? I can purify the magi. I can save you. I can, with my sanctum…”

“At least not now. If you want to save me, you’d better take care of yourself first.”

Davuer said this while folding my fingers inward, making me clench my fist around the light that was still rippling.

“Do you understand? Right now, you need rest.”

“I… I’m fine right now. Nothing’s wrong with me. I can heal you immediately.”

It was true.

I had accepted the entire situation coldly and judged it logically. What I needed to do going forward was also very clear.

My mind couldn’t have been clearer than this.

“You’re crying.”

He brushed my cheek with his finger. Only when I felt that touch did I notice my vision was blurry.

Water was pouring from my eyes as if my tear ducts had broken. Indescribable emotions swung back and forth like a seesaw.

I couldn’t control this phenomenon at all.

Why am I so anxious?

I clearly landed a blow. I even declared war. I’m confident I won’t be swayed by that damned fate ever again.

I shouldn’t be shaken.

“Don’t worry.”

Davuer whispered soothingly. In a voice without inflection, yet tender enough to bring tears.

“Wherever you are, however many times it takes, I’ll find you. Whether you’re reborn or in this life.”

“…”

“I promise I will. I’ll come running.”

“…”

“I’ll come flying.”

Since these were the words I most needed to hear at the moment I most needed them, I embraced him with all my strength.

My crying wouldn’t stop, making my throat choke up.

My past life had been too unreasonable. Too powerless and too unfair. I became angry enough to see red, then felt like I was collapsing enough to lose my mind.

There was someone who had designed my misfortune. An existence I hadn’t known about until now, couldn’t have known about, lurking in the shadows.

I couldn’t live according to that fate. I couldn’t live without burning down every story God had left behind.

I buried my head in his shoulder and pleaded once more.

“You must never be brainwashed.”

“I understand.”

“You must never hate me.”

“Alright.”

“You must never… die.”

“I’ll do anything you say.”

Soon, the black letters written with his magi rippled like dancing in my blurred vision.

The reason I didn’t want to die miserably like in the original story.

Perhaps what I had wished for from long, long ago.

[Irene will definitely become happy.]

‘Davuer Winze’ said to ‘Irene’.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you happy.”

With the most raw sincerity I had ever heard.

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