Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

I was lying on a pile of red cushions, apparently placed on the floor to safely move me while I was asleep.

But I couldn’t knock out Jacques with cushions.

Louis might have been able to do it, but unfortunately I didn’t have the same physical strength as Louis.

It would be terrible if I ended up crossing the border like this.

Then neither the Magic Tower nor the Empire would be able to do anything.

I tried to gather my mana to teleport, but for some reason my mana wasn’t responding.

Momentarily panicked, I remembered feeling this same sensation before being kidnapped.

It seemed like some kind of mana-blocking ability was in effect.

If I couldn’t use magic, how was I supposed to escape?

I was biting my lips when I suddenly felt something strange against my chest and remembered the brooch Shamal had given me.

Come to think of it, I had the magic tool Shamal gave me!

“It’s a magic tool with teleportation magic cast on it. Since you’re at the center of various power struggles, I thought something might happen at any time…”

According to Shamal, the magic tool attached to my clothes had teleportation magic cast on it.

Since magic tools contained their own mana regardless of mine, I should be able to use it even with my mana blocked.

It would be best if I could get all the way to the Count’s mansion with this, but the power of magic tools was limited.

There was a high probability I wouldn’t be able to travel that far.

In that case…

I quietly looked up at Jacques.

Fortunately, my ankles weren’t tied with silk.

Good.

“Jacques.”

When I called Jacques, he immediately looked at me.

I placed my hand on the brooch attached to my dress and smiled brightly.

“Eat this.”

I showed Jacques my middle finger, then immediately raised my bound hands to press the gem embedded in the brooch and teleported.

The last thing I saw was Jacques’s surprised face.

* * *

“Ow!”

After landing somewhere, I quickly got up and looked around.

The place I had landed was some dark forest.

Where is this forest? I hope it’s as far as possible from Jacques.

Screech-!

But from the sound of a carriage stopping that reached my ears, it didn’t seem to be very far away.

I hurriedly started running in the opposite direction from where the carriage sounds were coming from.

First priority was getting out of the forest.

Once I got out, there might be people around. Then I could ask people for help.

I ran until I was completely out of breath.

I could taste blood in my throat, but I didn’t stop.

“Saint! Where are you!”

I could hear the faint shouts of those Holy Kingdom bastards from far away.

Did they think I would answer?

I ran desperately with only one thought: that I had to return.

After running like that for a while, I could finally see the edge of the forest.

Escape!

-Or so I thought.

The place where I was standing was the edge of a cliff.

I almost fell right off.

It was indeed the edge of the forest, but I seemed to have taken the wrong path. There was no way forward from here.

Just as I was hesitating and stepping backward.

A silver butterfly came fluttering and landed on my shoulder.

Huh? This is a messenger butterfly!

I didn’t know who sent it, but since it was definitely from the Magic Tower, I hurriedly placed the butterfly on my hand.

Then I began reciting a message for whoever sent the butterfly.

“I’m currently in a forest near the border. I’m being chased by people from the Holy Kingdom. Please come as quickly as possible.”

Just as I finished what I had to say and was about to send the butterfly flying over the cliff.

An arrow flew toward the fluttering butterfly.

The messenger butterfly hit by the arrow scattered into silver particles of light.

Oh my god!

I immediately turned around.

There I saw a man holding a bow and Jacques.

The man next to Jacques was the coachman.

“Saint.”

Jacques approached me.

I reflexively stepped back hesitantly, then realized there was a cliff behind me and stopped.

“It’s dangerous there. Please come this way.”

“No.”

When I shook my head, Jacques’s expression darkened.

“Saint, we don’t intend to harm you.”

“Then why are you holding a bow?”

“This forest has many wild animals. We were worried you might be in danger…”

“Stop talking and put the bow down first.”

At my words, Jacques gestured to the man behind him. The man slowly lowered his bow to the ground.

“Is that acceptable now?”

“No. It’s not. Kidnapping me like this is already a threat to me.”

“Saint, I…”

“Don’t come any closer!”

When I shouted, Jacques stopped in place.

“If you come any closer, I’ll jump.”

When I spoke threateningly, Jacques’s face turned pale.

“Saint, how could you…”

“I’m not a saint.”

“Saint…”

“I’m not the kind of being you people worship.”

When I spoke firmly, Jacques looked at me with a sad expression.

“I understand that you’re angry about our actions. But, Saint. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn’t put yourself in danger…”

“The ones putting me in danger aren’t me, but you people.”

I glanced behind me.

Fortunately or unfortunately, there was a river flowing below the cliff.

If worst came to worst, I could survive even if I fell.

The messenger butterfly was already gone, and I had no other means to inform others of this situation.

Then there was only one method left.

Escaping with my own power.

I took a deep breath and stepped backward. Jacques’s complexion turned deathly pale.

“Saint, please come this way!”

“No.”

I firmly shook my head and stepped backward to the edge of the cliff.

Now I had only one last step remaining. Behind me was empty air.

“Saint, please…”

“Don’t call me saint. I’m not the saint you people worship.”

“I understand. I won’t call you Saint, so please….”

If I were to fall and die here, what would happen to this world?

Would Louis go on a rampage and eventually lead to destruction? Or would an awakened Louis see an ending with Shamal?

If I, who didn’t die in the IF side story, were to die, the world destruction gauge would rise even more, right? What would happen to the dark magic?

I considered the worst-case scenarios.

I knew I might die if I fell from here, but I’d rather die than be dragged to the Holy Kingdom.

If I went there, I wouldn’t be able to joke around and have fun with Louis like now, and I wouldn’t be able to eat the delicious cookies from the Marquis’ mansion.

Most importantly, I would never be able to see Kaisis again.

“Jacques.”

When I called Jacques, he looked at me with a pale face.

“If I die here, it will all be your fault.”

After spitting out those curse-like words as my final statement, I stepped into the void.

I felt my body plunging downward.

“Saint!”

Jacques ran toward me. And then….

He threw his body off the cliff.

Then he immediately stretched out his arms and embraced me.

Is this crazy human insane?!

The sound of harsh wind struck my ears.

The fall was brief.

* * *

Meanwhile, at the Count’s mansion.

When the butterfly didn’t return, everyone was consumed with anxiety.

“It seems like something happened to the messenger butterfly.”

At Shamal’s words, Beatrice slammed the table and erupted in anger.

The Duke was also anxious, continuously pacing around the drawing room, and the Count’s complexion grew increasingly pale.

Just as the Mage Lord was about to create another messenger butterfly.

Urgent footsteps were heard, and suddenly the door burst open. Everyone’s attention focused in that direction.

“The master has disappeared?”

* * *

Splash—!

Having fallen into the river in an instant, we were swept away by the fierce current and carried downstream.

“Saint! Sir Jacques!”

From beyond the water’s surface, a man’s shouts could be heard from atop the cliff.

The fierce current battered my entire body mercilessly.

In the midst of this, Jacques reached out and grabbed a tree branch extending over the river.

While tenaciously holding me with one arm as I was about to be swept away by the river, he pulled me up above the surface.

“Puha—!”

Having barely made it above water, I gasped for breath.

Jacques, who had lifted me onto the shore, panted as he climbed up after me.

I looked down at Jacques and said one thing.

“Are you insane?”

When I glared at him with wide eyes, Jacques smiled with an innocent face.

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