The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 137

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Chapter 137

Lindsey, who had approached nearby at some point, unleashed lightning. The lightning struck down along the lightning rod Rita had created, illuminating the surroundings momentarily like a flash grenade. Nothing could emerge from the shadows that were severed by the light.

Rita confirmed that Lindsey and Richard were providing cover for her, then closed her eyes completely.

‘This technique… it’s been my first time since I was 13.’

The black pistol was dyed a complete golden color. Supporting it with both hands as she aimed, she recalled her childhood when she had created this unique technique.

Back when she was still in the first squad. Before encountering the Mimic. When she was somewhat beloved by the adults in the squad.

One squad member had given her a fairy tale book he’d picked up from the ruins, saying that children should read things like this.

It was a common fairy tale about a knight fighting a dragon to rescue a princess, and the story itself wasn’t particularly memorable. However, the colorful illustrations were impressive. For young Rita, who as Rita with Lillieta’s memories stolen, it was the first time seeing such pretty and colorful pictures.

In the fairy tale book she gazed at as if enchanted, a knight held a shield, blocking the fire breathed from a dragon’s mouth. The dragon’s breath, colored white in the center, yellow toward the edges, and red at the tips, filled both pages.

It looked so cool and powerful.

13-year-old Rita Pascal ran to Oli Pascal with the fairy tale book spread open, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

“Oli, look at this picture! It’s dragon’s breath! Isn’t it cool? Could we use something like this with a magic gun too?”

“What crazy nonsense is this kid talking about? If you want to set things on fire, just shoot explosive rounds!”

“If we apply the structure of incendiary rounds to mimic a flamethrower, it seems like it could work somehow. Don’t you think? Look, Oli, I’ve been thinking about it…”

“Are you really insane? You want to use a technique like this? If you shoot like this, it won’t be fire that comes out, but your fingers that get blown apart! If you’re going to do this, rather than modifying incendiary rounds, it’s better to mimic a flamethrower from the start! Look, rather like this, if you process it this way…”

“Wow, you’re right? This would work? Oli, you’re really a genius! This is definitely doable, right?”

“Hey, you crazy kid! What do you mean doable? This is only theoretically possible, theoretical! In reality, there’s no way it could—”

“It worked! It worked! How about it, Oli? Look at this, it’s similar, right!”

“Insane… you’re really a crazy kid…”

The technique that first made Oli Pascal realize that Rita Pascal’s Oath control was at an insane level.

Rita Pascal’s first original technique. Created based on clumsy childhood admiration, it was a technique she rarely used after growing up due to its poor practicality and efficiency.

‘But right now, this is the best choice.’

When there were limits on output—the amount of Oaths that could be fired at once—this was the third method to overcome constraints, following rapid fire and using physical ammunition.

‘Continuously radiate Oaths up to the output limit.’

If she fired not bullets but a kind of beam cannon, if she used the magic gun like an Oath radiator, she could bypass the output restriction.

While maintaining the processed lightning rod, she simultaneously controlled the flow of Oaths entering the magic gun at a constant rate.

The nosebleed that had stopped began flowing again due to the complex calculations and fine adjustments. Ignoring it, she placed her finger on the trigger.

At that moment, Hanna’s voice reached her.

[Miss! I found it! The, the eye that doesn’t blink! I found it! I’m certain! It’s near that thing’s head, around the right temple from your perspective, Miss! It’s attached to the side, so it won’t be easily visible from the front!]

“Excellent, Hanna.”

Rita’s lips curved up slightly. She had been prepared to blow away the entire body of the demon beast, so this was good news.

‘If we found the core…’

Finishing her calculations, she moved the golden-hot muzzle.

She aimed at the Mimic’s right temple. She intentionally blocked from her vision her brother bleeding from his pierced armor in front, and her secretary who was growing tired from continuously unleashing lightning nearby.

‘Right now, I have to trust them.’

The surroundings blurred as the target became clear. 3, 2, 1, she counted silently, then fired.

Dragon’s Breath.

The technique created in imitation of a fairy tale dragon burst forth without any sound.

The golden light coating the barrel gathered in front of the muzzle. It formed a sphere, then became a beam racing forward. The narrow beam of light that started small grew massive as it was fired.

Based on her overwhelmingly improved skills compared to her clumsy childhood and the excellent talent of her original body, the inefficient unique technique that had been merely for show gained power.

The golden light extended in a straight line. The focused beam erased the darkness as it struck the right side of the Mimic’s head.

Groooooh—!

The Mimic let out a horrible shriek. The hair-like branches all stood on end and bent, desperately trying to block the beam burning its head.

It was useless. The continuously radiated Oaths became a violent torrent, destroying everything that blocked them. Like fire breathed by a dragon, the high-temperature Oaths melted everything. Distorted everything. Finally penetrated everything.

One side of the black, grotesque tree’s head that had been rising menacingly held out briefly before finally being pierced by the golden beam. With a sound like a leather ball bursting, pitch-black, viscous fragments scattered in all directions.

The sound of something hard breaking echoed. It was the sound of the core shattering.

A large hole formed in the tree. Light advanced, filling that hole. Even after achieving its purpose, it didn’t stop. The breath aimed toward the night sky.

An invisible barrier blocked the beam. Beyond the muzzle spitting light, violet eyes blazed fiercely. She gritted her teeth.

Oaths continued to be projected. The golden light grew deeper. Sparks flew. Something transparent melted away. Distorted. And finally.

The night sky shattered like glass.

Dragon’s Breath pierced through what had been blocking it. The barrier broke. Golden light shot up into the sky like a signal flare. A single ray of light embroidered the air.

Then it slowly subsided. It faded away like dispersing breath. Golden sparks scattered in the dusky sky like stardust.

The people of the Raskail family looking out the windows were speechless. Those who knew nothing of battle or war couldn’t properly understand what they had witnessed.

They only vaguely realized that this family’s beloved youngest daughter might not be an ordinary young lady, but a hero who would leave clear footprints in history.

The Duke and Duchess finally fully understood what kind of being their youngest daughter had grown into during the 10 years she had been missing.

Among the scattering sparks, Lillieta slowly lowered her muzzle. Cooling the burning-hot barrel with cold Oaths, she let out a long sigh and roughly wiped away the nosebleed that had flowed to her chin with the back of her hand.

In front, the Mimic’s massive body slowly collapsed. Viscous matter flowed down, half-filling the garden. Rita clicked her tongue inwardly.

‘Cleaning that up is going to be no joke.’

At the same time, the realization hit her belatedly.

That she had killed the Mimic again, that terrible demon beast, her nightmare. That she, Lindsey, Richard, Hanna—that they, the allies, had succeeded in subjugating the demon beast without any casualties.

That her choice to trust people who were still inexperienced instead of overexerting herself had been right. That everyone had perfectly fulfilled the roles she had entrusted to them.

That they had won even with the ‘optimal’ strategy.

Something that had been blocked in her chest burst forth, bringing relief. The nightmare that had been flickering in her mind also faded. Lillieta smiled as she wiped away the blood.

“Damn, what the hell, the barrier suddenly broke?”

“What about our junior? Our junior is safe, right?”

“There she is, our crazy Matan. Can she really laugh looking like that? This is really driving me insane.”

“Rita! Are you alri— whoa, what is all this! A demon beast corpse?”

“Rita!”

Familiar voices came from beyond the broken barrier. Beacon, her comrades, were running toward her drenched in sweat.

Everyone was safe.

The long and perilous night had ended safely.

The pale face of her most trusted comrade drew near. The moment she saw that face, she felt completely at ease. Rita gladly let herself be embraced by him as he pulled her into his trembling arms, feeling relieved.

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