Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 183

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Chapter 184
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A black spear conjured by the demon hurtled through the air.
But Isidore, who had remained steadfastly at my side and repelled every creature that dared approach, swiftly positioned himself before it.
Clang—!
The demon’s spear ricocheted far away, deflected by golden sword energy. Yet the demon had already keenly sensed that I was attempting something far from ordinary.
—Deborah Simour. I had reserved you for special treatment, intending to savor your death. Yet you hasten your own demise.
As the enraged demon unleashed even more potent demonic energy, the flow of mana in the atmosphere became chaotically entangled, and my complexion turned ashen.
I had believed myself on the threshold of completion, but the demonic energy had disrupted the fusion of mana and holy power, requiring far more time before the sacred magic I had been preparing could be fully realized.
And the moment Isidore saw my hardened expression, he immediately grasped that the plan I had hinted at had gone awry.
—Now I shall taste your flesh, Deborah Simour.
“How fitting for something so vile and base. Your tongue wags far too freely.”
Just as the demon was about to unleash demonic energy toward me, a frigid wind swept past like a relief pitcher, brushing both my and Isidore’s cheeks. A powerful freezing spell had been unleashed upon the demon.
Yet Duke Simour’s ice-attribute magic posed little threat to Lucifer, the demon who had survived the bitter cold of the Demon Realm with stubborn tenacity.
—Do you truly believe such parlor tricks will work on me?
The demon scoffed, drawing upon even greater demonic energy to effortlessly dispel the magic. As the Magic Tower Master’s formidable spell was rendered powerless, despair and shock flooded the eyes of the mages.
—Troublesome creature.
Even so, Isidore continued unleashing successive waves of sword energy at the demon. Yet his blade strikes failed to even wound the demon’s body.
Moreover, the ominous demonic energy surrounding the creature made even approach impossible, leaving both mages and knights utterly helpless.
“How… how can it be so impossibly strong…!”
“The Sword Mage’s blade energy is ineffective!”
Amidst the cries of shock erupting from all sides, the demon let out a low, mirthless chuckle.
—From the moment the vessel containing sacred blood began to take form, your failure was already written in fate.
The body of Miya, having absorbed the blood of thousands upon thousands of sacrifices, proved stronger than anticipated, and elation bloomed across the demon’s visage. As Lucifer effortlessly neutralized Isidore’s relentless barrage of sword energy, the creature’s pupils dilated horizontally like a goat’s, and it suddenly murmured.
—Yet you… I have seen you before. You resemble that one.
“…This face is hardly common.”
Isidore’s expression turned bewildered.
—Your arrogant demeanor and expression are similar to that one’s as well. Watching the Saint be torn to shreds would make your haughty visage worth observing.
The veins beneath the demon’s black skin bulged grotesquely as its body swelled to a size incomparable to moments before.
—I shall use you both as sustenance for my perfect resurrection!
It was the instant the demon unleashed its concentrated demonic energy toward me, standing there with a pallid, drained expression.
“Krraaaagh!”
A golden flash descended from the heavens at a terrifying velocity.
Isidore had deliberately hurled weak sword strikes from moments before, lulling the demon’s vigilance.
While the demon was thus caught off guard, he warped to the highest possible point, then plummeted downward, driving his sword wreathed in blade energy straight downward. The sharp tip, accelerated by gravity, descended with tremendous force, aimed with precision at the creature’s eyes.
“Even demons have eyes as vital points.”
The moment the greatsword embedded itself deeply into the demon’s left eye and brain, a shriek of agony shook the very earth.
Wracked by pain so intense that immediate annihilation would have been unsurprising, the demon unleashed demonic energy indiscriminately, and a black tempest erupted in the atmosphere. Yet with its vision compromised, the demon’s wild attacks failed to reach me properly.
‘Just a little longer.’
With my lips pressed firmly together, I began slowly counting the seconds within my mind.
—Deborah Simour, you think I’d retreat from you over such a pathetic attack?!
In that moment, the demon’s voice suddenly shifted. It was Miya’s seething, childish cry—one that had long been tormented by inferiority and self-doubt.
—I’ll kill you! I’m going to kill you!!
With Miya’s scream, a black tempest erupted with ferocity incomparable to before, unleashing a savage momentum.
Kuuong!
The shockwave scattered like rending air itself, and the knights who had been approaching the wounded demon collapsed in an instant. Only Isidore, Duke Simour, and the high-ranking mages and knights barely withstood the shockwave.
But that was all.
“Cough.”
Duke Simour spat blood from his mouth, and Isidore staggered before falling to his knees. The demon’s savage aura, woven throughout the entire space, began to crush everyone.
Despair that follows hope is all the crueler. The hope that had bloomed when Isidore’s attack landed shattered before the demon’s overwhelming power.
—Deborah Simour.
Miya conjured a weapon as sharp as thorns, utterly different from the spear the demon had wielded, and began approaching while calling out the princess’s name.
“Please, run!”
Isidore barely pushed himself up and rushed forward, but it was futile.
—Don’t interfere!
The black tempest converged into a single point and shot toward Isidore. Unable to withstand the force, Isidore was hurled several meters back, and Miya advanced with a cruel smile.
To bestow death.
Upon Deborah.
“Stop her!”
The knights and mages stepped forward to protect the princess, but it was no battle. It was no different from humans trampling ants. Before such overwhelming power, they were helpless.
At last, the darkness Miya emanated as she reached Deborah was as deep as an abyss.
If only you hadn’t existed, I could have been the saint beloved by all….
If only you weren’t here….
If only you didn’t exist.
Meeting Miya’s eyes, from which black blood poured ceaselessly, Deborah felt the hatred that had condensed over so long.
—Deborah Simour. If only you didn’t exist, I could have remained a saint. And things wouldn’t have spiraled to such extremes.
“….”
—Soon, the Empire will become a sea of corpses. Because of you, everyone precious to you will die.
Deborah’s crimson eyes gleamed sharply as she opened her mouth.
“You tormented yourself with inferiority, Miya Binoshu. I merely did what I had to do. Don’t project the cause and responsibility of your suffering onto me.”
—Shut up! You’re so full of yourself until the very end! I won’t let things go your way no matter what!
I wish you were as miserable as I am.
As Miya raised her arm to drive a black thorn into the princess’s heart, the princess laughed softly.
“Oath effect—quite certain indeed.”
The moment the princess finished speaking, a brilliant light exploded—flash!
The Horun District, which had been darkened by the thick miasma emanating from monsters and demons, suddenly turned pure white as if heaven itself had descended.
“What, what is this?”
Those who had been desperately fighting monsters emerging from the cracks suddenly looked around in bewilderment.
“A miracle… a miracle has occurred.”
“Oh, divine one….”
The demons that had been rampaging in all directions froze like statues, and every person in the Capital turned their gaze upward toward the sky where an intense, sacred light descended.
-This can’t be… it can’t be.
Just before Miya’s blade could pierce Deborah Simour’s heart, she felt her body stiffen like stone.
-No! It can’t end this pathetically!
However, the sacred magic that Danae had devised to prepare for the holy war showed no mercy to demons and their ilk.
“Meteor….”
The mages who recognized the true nature of the descending light stood speechless. A pure white meteorite like the midday sun, piercing through the thick dark clouds, hurtled toward the demon with fierce momentum.
Kuuuong—!
The demon couldn’t even manage a final scream. Yet remarkably, the meteorite inflicted no impact on anything except the demon.
It was truly divine in nature.
-Ahhh…! No!
Lucifer vanished in an instant, but Miya thrashed and flailed her arms to the very end, gritting her teeth in desperation. However, Deborah Simour raised her arm toward the sky once more, and this time an even larger meteorite began its descent.
They say that where light is bright, shadow grows deep. But before that intense and radiant light that swallowed even shadows themselves, Miya’s body—transformed into a demon—crumbled helplessly like burnt kindling.
“….”
“….”
And profound silence descended upon the earth.
The demon that had turned the world pitch-black retreated, and before the final miracle bathed in brilliant light, everyone found themselves unable to speak.
“It’s really… over.”
The first to break the silence was Deborah Simour. The princess who had once been counted among the Empire’s most notorious delinquents, now having performed an unbelievable miracle, collapsed onto the ground with an exhausted expression.
“…I’m tired.”
She murmured softly.
The sleet gradually subsided, and the dark clouds that had blackened the sky began to disperse.
“Waaaah!”
“The demon has vanished!”
“The manifestation of the saint who appeared for the first time in a thousand years has once again driven away the wicked demon!”
Everyone cheered and rejoiced at the appearance of the saint most beloved by the Empire’s people. And they ceaselessly chanted the princess’s name.
A thousand years ago, Naila had lost countless companions beneath the crimson moon, but this time there was no sacrifice from anyone.
The Temple, belatedly shifting its stance, sent numerous high-ranking priests and potions to neutralize the demonic energy, allowing all the wounded who had participated in the battle to return in perfect condition.
“Sigh. My dream was to be a rich person with no job….”
Deborah, who had inadvertently saved the Empire, sighed softly and fell into deep sleep while being carried on Isidore’s back.

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