The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 192

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Chapter 192

The second explosion quickly subsided, but the fire that had already caught did not easily go out.

Like a pyre, massive flames burned using the corpses of the monsters as kindling. A blonde woman with a silver revolver hanging at her side walked barefoot with the fire at her back.

The flames that reached up to the sky blazed like a halo beyond her head. Crimson light illuminated the dark surroundings.

People held their breath with faces stained red. Silence spread where screams had been rampant.

Lillieta paid little attention to the people’s expressions mixed with admiration, overwhelming awe, and fear. She was used to such expressions and reactions from rescuing civilians day after day.

All her attention was focused on Richard’s condition, who was severely injured and unconscious. She hurried toward her second brother, who Leonhardt was holding, and sat down.

“How is his condition?”

“I, I don’t know, whether I’m doing this right…”

Leonhardt, who was desperately pouring his newly awakened Oath into his bloodied brother without even the presence of mind to look back at her approaching, answered hesitantly.

Lillieta noticed from watching her eldest brother transfer his Oath that he had awakened as a transfer-type healer, but she didn’t express surprise at this fact or question the process.

Because Richard’s condition, with blood flowing profusely, was more critical at the moment.

She examined the hole pierced through Richard’s abdomen, which seemed to heal and then not heal, with a pale face before raising her head.

“Could a priest help us?”

“Ah, yes! A, a priest is here!”

One priest who gave a strangely spirited response hurried over and poured out divine power.

Rita watched Richard’s wounds begin to heal at a noticeably faster rate, then finally exhaled.

‘If we treat him right away like this, it won’t be dangerous. He’ll need to recuperate for a while, but…’

After wiping away her cold sweat, she finally spoke to Leonhardt.

“Leon, when did you make your Oath?”

“Just, just a little while ago.”

“It must have been that critical. Tell me the details later.”

He, who was usually composed, couldn’t collect himself due to his first experience with such a brutal battlefield, his brother’s fatal injury, and the pressure of having to heal it with an unfamiliar Oath.

Rita let him focus on healing Richard together with the priest and stood up.

Right beside them, she could see the Countess sobbing and the Duke grinding his teeth with a pale face. She approached and embraced them both.

“Mom, Dad.”

“Lillieta…”

“Richard will be fine. He fought brilliantly and survived well, and he’s receiving treatment. It’s okay.”

“Oh…”

The Countess gasped and hugged her crushingly tight. The Duke grasped her hand with trembling fingers.

Lillieta patted her mother’s back while clasping her father’s hand, then noticed the Empress who had approached nearby.

“Raskail Princess.”

Empress Ophelia called to her, then was silent for a moment.

Her pupils, dilated like a startled cat’s, moved confusedly between the still-burning flames and her.

Then, as if finally finding words to say, the Empress belatedly opened her mouth.

“Thank, thank you.”

“Not at all. It was something I had to do.”

Rita answered calmly and turned her head to look around.

She saw a guard knight crying while holding the corpse of a colleague who had become a monster. Beyond the barricades covered with monster carcasses, she saw nobles who had wet themselves or fainted while foaming at the mouth.

She saw people looking up at her with mixed fear and admiration, and people sobbing while embracing each other in relief at having survived.

She saw those who seemed to have just become Oathbinders in slightly better condition than completely battered, wearing expressions of awe. She also saw those caring for them or worrying about them, not knowing what to do.

Among such people were Annemarie, soaked with tears, and Lavinia, who seemed to have lost her soul.

Lillieta didn’t know exactly what had happened in this place.

But she could tell that people hadn’t just hidden or fled helplessly, but had courageously tried to fight.

That’s how they had held out this long.

With over a hundred monsters swarming in, it was a miracle that a group of civilians was this safe.

But Rita didn’t say it was a miracle, fortunate, or amazing. She couldn’t say such things when there were dead people and those crying while holding their corpses.

‘Later.’

She briefly looked at Lavinia’s wounded hands still gripping her gun tightly, then shifted her gaze to Lindsey, who stood dazed and covered in blood.

Jasmine, who quickly came to her senses at her glance, hurried over.

“Master.”

“You worked hard, Lindsey. It was difficult, wasn’t it?”

Lindsey couldn’t answer immediately and bit her lower lip firmly.

She had many things to say – whether this kind of thing was daily life in the world where her master had lived, whether this was the true nature of the disaster that would befall this world, whether she had overexerted herself because of that explosion just now… but it was difficult to voice them.

Rita didn’t wait for her answer and continued with a bitter smile.

“Still, let’s endure just a little more. The situation isn’t over yet.”

“Is there something you’d like me to do?”

“Yes.”

At the perceptive Lindsey’s question, Rita nodded and gently separated the Countess who was clinging to her.

“Li, Lillieta?”

“It’s okay, just for a moment… Lindsey, could you get me some shoes? Since this is a training ground, there should be some that the guard knights used.”

Lindsey looked down at Lillieta’s bare feet roughly wrapped in cloth, then moved without a word.

While she spoke with the Captain of the Guard and rummaged through cabinets mixed in with the barricade, Rita took out her communicator and sent a brief message to Oli.

Matan, Imperial Palace monster suppression complete. Request situation update.

Text quickly appeared on the mirror surface.

Saint joined Sage. Town Square battle situation stable.

Witch found Beast traces, currently tracking. Rescue possible.

Ghost still no contact.

The text that had filled the screen quickly disappeared, and another communication immediately arrived.

Last aerial view record sent by summon 5 minutes ago. Please rescue Ghost.

She quickly scrawled letters on the mirror surface.

Matan, confirmed.

Imperial Palace magic circle needs repair. Request general mage-level magic formula.

After a moment, complex words and formulas appeared rapidly on the screen.

“Master, I borrowed boots. The size should roughly fit.”

“Thank you.”

Rita unwrapped the blood-stained cloth from her feet, put on the boots Lindsey brought, then handed the densely filled mirror entirely to her.

“Lindsey, take this and work with the mages to restore the magic circle here.”

“Pardon?”

“It’s Oli’s magic formula. If you show it to them, the mages will handle it.”

“But if you give me your communicator like this—”

“I’ll be fine. A replacement is coming over there.”

A softly glowing blue bird was flying from the direction she indicated. Recognizing it as Isaiah’s summon, Lindsey nodded and took the mirror.

“Understood.”

“If anything happens, contact Oli with that.”

“Yes.”

After sending Lindsey toward the mages, Rita looked back at the seemingly confused Empress.

“Your Majesty the Empress.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Once the magic circle is repaired, this will be the safest place. Since there are many injured, please stay here and take care of the people.”

“What about you, Princess?”

“I will go and resolve the remaining situation.”

The Empress suddenly felt that the slender-bodied noblewoman seemed immeasurably large.

The person who had resolved the desperate situation in one stroke upon arrival was calmly saying she would go solve other places as well. The flames on the collapsed fortress wall side were still burning.

This great achievement would undoubtedly be recorded in history.

The Crown Prince really has much fortune. How did he find such a person?

“I understand.”

Ophelia answered with a pleased smile, then asked lightly.

“By the way, what about the Crown Prince?”

“…”

Lillieta closed her mouth.

The dizzying scenes she had been forced to witness came rushing in like a tide. The image of the Black Thorned Dragon shedding tears of blood from its empty eye sockets came to mind.

It felt like a disgusting nightmare. It still didn’t feel real. It seemed as if bitter liquid was rising from inside her throat.

She bit the inside of her mouth to regain her composure and barely managed to form words.

“We happened to… miss each other for a moment. I’ll be back soon, so please be careful, Your Majesty.”

“That’s what I should be saying to you, Noblewoman.”

“Lili?”

The Countess called her anxiously. Lillieta turned around, hugged her mother tightly, then let go and stepped back.

“I’ll be back.”

“Wh-where are you going in this situation?”

“There’s a place that needs me.”

“Ah…”

The words “Can’t you not go? Richard is so badly injured” rose to the tip of the Countess’s throat.

However, she recalled the twilight that had burned hell in this very place just moments ago. She remembered the expressions and gazes of the people who had watched her daughter approaching with those flames behind her—looks as if they were seeing a savior.

Don’t go, Lili.

The Countess swallowed those words she so desperately wanted to say and spoke different ones instead.

“…Come back safely, come back safely.”

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