Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 247
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Chapter 247
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Before countless Comet’s Lances poured down, on the west side of the battlefield.
Rachel, who had received the mission from Ophelia to stop the western ambush force, instinctively sensed her defeat. It wasn’t because her swordsmanship skills were lacking.
“Rachel.”
“My lord, you have grown… so much.”
From the moment her young lord, who had grown beyond recognition, stood blocking her path, she had a premonition of her own death.
The reunion did not last long. They swung their swords for each other’s purposes.
Blade clashed against blade, sparks flying. Their remarkably similar swordsmanship struck at each other’s openings with the same timing and the same formation.
Though the situation appeared evenly matched on the surface, the Marquess knew.
That Rachel was holding back against him.
This touched his long-held emotions.
“You betrayed me and left… so come at me with the intent to kill!”
“I do not regret that decision. If I had stayed, my lord would have lost both your estate and your life.”
“I never once asked you to protect me or the estate!”
What he had wanted was not the sacrifice of his respected mentor and knight.
“Just having you by my side was enough. Rachel, you didn’t trust me.”
It was when the Marquess, unable to contain his anger, swung his sword wildly.
Dawn broke behind Rachel’s back, and the dazzling sunlight stabbed at the Marquess’s eyes.
In the moment he unconsciously frowned, he felt the eerie sensation of his sword tip piercing something.
“…!”
When his eyes adjusted to the light, what he saw was Rachel, who had allowed his attack with ridiculous ease.
“Why, why… do such a foolish thing…”
As the Marquess stepped back, the sword embedded in Rachel’s abdomen was pulled out.
He threw away even his sword to catch the body of his former mentor as she collapsed.
“If you were going to give up your life so easily, you shouldn’t have become a Dark Mage in the first place!”
At her lord’s resentful shout, Rachel smiled weakly.
“I had no intention of giving up my life easily. However, if my lord came to punish me, I was prepared to pay for my sins with my life at any time.”
While working as a member of ‘Those Who Lift the Veil of the World’, Rachel had only one goal.
To protect her lord and his estate in a world destined for destruction.
Though she had long abandoned the honor of a knight, she thought it didn’t matter what she discarded as long as she could protect her lord.
However, the moment she faced her grown lord on this battlefield, Rachel realized that she had ultimately failed to abandon chivalry. She could not dare to point her sword at her lord.
“You have truly grown so much.”
“…”
“If you forgive me, I will be waiting in that place where vast wheat fields spread, my lord.”
That was the end.
Taking in the beauty of the meteor shower pouring through the dawn sky, Rachel, both knight and Dark Mage, closed her eyes.
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The center of the battlefield.
The moment she saw the pouring Comet’s Lances, Ophelia realized Giuseppe’s betrayal.
The ultimate attack technique hidden within the Comet’s Lance.
A divine punishment that drops countless Comet’s Lances across an area at the cost of the caster’s divine power and life force.
However, what was important to Ophelia now was not Giuseppe’s betrayal.
The Demon King, who had rushed to protect her from Belinda’s magic blast, was holding her tightly and wouldn’t let go.
“Luca, get out of the way! Run away!”
Ophelia desperately tried to shake off the Demon King. However, no matter how much she pleaded, Luca remained motionless while embracing Ophelia.
One by one, the Comet’s Lances that poured from the sky pierced through the Demon King’s back.
These were attacks imbued with divine power. He should be fleeing, yet he was just standing still and taking the hits!
“No… You can’t, Luca! You have to destroy the world. Even if I die, you must…!”
It was while she was screaming with a heart that felt like it was coughing up blood.
At the small voice heard from beside her head, Ophelia froze completely.
“What?”
Only after Ophelia stopped resisting did the Demon King carefully release her.
And supporting himself on the ground with his remaining arm, he looked down at Ophelia and opened his mouth.
“…Ma.”
An expressionless face as if wearing a mask.
A chilling voice like scraping metal.
Inaccurate pronunciation like a child’s babbling.
However, the Demon King was clearly…
“Mo…mma.”
Speaking human words.
The dark red blood of the Demon King dripped near Ophelia’s eyes, flowing like tears of blood.
“Hurt?”
It was the moment when the Demon King’s fingertips were about to touch Ophelia’s eyes as he asked this.
Ophelia pushed the Demon King away with a frightened expression and escaped from beneath him.
“Why, why… are you looking at me with those eyes?”
“…?”
“Luca, you’re supposed to destroy this world. But why…”
She was about to scream asking why he was looking at her with eyes like a child following its parents.
However, the moment the Demon King’s back, swaying as he couldn’t properly maintain his balance, came into her view.
Ophelia couldn’t breathe as if something was tightly blocking her throat.
The Demon King’s back was torn to shreds by the wounds inflicted by the Comet’s Lances. The wounds were so deep it was amazing he wasn’t dead.
No matter how much of a Demon King he was, wounds caused by divine power wouldn’t heal easily.
It must hurt enough to make him scream.
“Mo, momma, hurt?”
Luca was only concerned about her well-being.
Humanity that suppressed demonic instincts.
Only after witnessing this with her own eyes did Ophelia realize her fatal mistake.
“Haha, ahahaha!”
She had loved Luca too much.
And thus Luca had become a special demon unlike any other in this world.
That one mistake had ruined all her plans.
Perhaps worried about Ophelia laughing as if she had lost her mind, the Demon King crawled on his knees to stand before her.
Over Luca’s shoulder, she could see the reaper who ruled winter approaching.
She had to stop him.
She had to pour out all the dark magic she knew and break through this situation even at the cost of her own body.
But she was too tired and exhausted to think of anything.
Like the last candle she had barely maintained going out, no motivation arose at all.
‘Ah, this is the end.’
Once again, Ophelia had failed.
Chewing on the familiar sense of defeat and helplessness, she watched Cesar approach with a dry expression.
Cesar, who stopped three steps away, spoke in a voice that felt respectful.
“I will send you off without pain.”
Perhaps only now noticing that the enemy had approached so close, the Demon King tried to forcibly turn his battered body around with murderous intent.
However, Ophelia pulled the Demon King’s head into her embrace so that Luca couldn’t turn around.
And she whispered quietly as if singing a lullaby.
“It’s okay, Luca. I don’t hurt at all. You protected me.”
She could feel the Demon King mumbling something in her arms.
She hugged Luca tightly one last time with affection.
“Luca.”
I need to say something final to him. But I don’t know what to say.
Soon Cesar raised his pitch-black sword.
Looking up at it quietly, Ophelia spoke.
“I’m sorry for loving you too much.”
Swish.
With a single stroke of the sword, the Demon King’s head fell.
The demonic beasts who lost their king broke free from control and began rampaging like wild animals.
Even though Comet’s Lance had swept across the battlefield, their numbers were still considerable and the battlefield was about to fall into chaos.
“All forces advance!”
A group of knights came running across the Barrier Forest and surged toward the battlefield like a tide.
Mikhail stood at their head.
The light of dawn gathered at the tip of the Crown Prince’s raised sword did not fade until the war ended in victory for the Northern Alliance.
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