The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 210

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Chapter 210

 

‘Gid will eventually stop.’

 

It was the same with the Doppelganger. Gideon ultimately couldn’t attack Lillieta, who had blown up the form of ‘Rita Pascal’, and stopped.

 

‘You won’t kill me.’

 

In any situation. In any state.

 

An illogical certainty. An unconscious belief.

 

A deep-rooted trust built over long years.

 

Lillieta gripped Silvergrass properly. She loaded a bullet into the chamber.

 

The Black Dragon raised its front paw again. Looking up at that front paw rising to a dizzying height, she fired a Matan into the void.

 

The Matan curved strangely at an unpredictable angle and touched the Black Dragon’s front paw. At the spot where Rita had just shot a Contract bullet.

 

Zamiel’s bullet, the Transfer bullet.

 

It didn’t contain much Oath. For the massive Black Dragon, it was just the shock of a thorn being stuck. While the dragon flinched and looked at its palm, Rita reeled in the Oath string connected to the Transfer bullet.

 

Her light body floated up into the air. Propelled by the elasticity, she flew up and landed on the palm the Black Dragon was examining.

 

Rita skillfully stepped on the side of the thorn and stood, looking straight up at him while lowering her muzzle.

 

At the distant hole from which black energy rose. At the eyes that had shed tears of blood. At something like a deep wound.

 

“Gid.”

 

The Black Dragon bared its teeth and clenched its fist. The dragon’s fingers closed in toward the human standing on its palm. Thorn-covered pillars rushed in from all sides.

 

‘So if I believe you are Gid.’

 

Rita didn’t turn her head toward the approaching thorns.

 

‘I should show my faith.’

 

She didn’t dodge, nor did she draw up Oath. Standing defenseless, she simply looked up at him and called out.

 

“Gid.”

 

Are you still him?

 

Everything around her darkened. Five fingers covered her surroundings. The pillars closed in. The pointed thorns slowly pierced her skin. Burning pain spread throughout her body.

 

[Shock: User! What are you doing! Please dodge immediately!]

 

The artificial spirit screamed. Rita didn’t respond. She didn’t run away.

 

‘The gripping speed is slow.’

 

It was clearly different from when he crushed the star.

 

See, you’re hesitating.

 

You’re still you, aren’t you?

 

She smiled in the bloody stench.

 

Through the narrow gap left between the thorns, she could see the dragon’s eye socket looking down at her. She reached her hand through that gap.

 

This time she used Oath. Mimicking Enhancement, she broke the thorn piercing her arm with force and stretched out her hand with all her might.

 

Through the closing gap, toward the eye looking down at her, her left hand.

 

The Black Dragon, which had been looking down at its half-clenched front paw, froze stiff.

 

A small white hand protruding from the place covered with black thorns. Wounds randomly carved on that hand as it was scratched by thorns. Blood dripping steadily along the long wounds.

 

A hand he thought would never be extended again. A touch he thought would never come close again.

 

A voice heard from beyond that left hand.

 

“Gid.”

 

Something he absolutely couldn’t lose. Something he absolutely must not lose. Something he wanted to reclaim even if he had to sacrifice everything.

 

Once, in some summer when he was completely broken among countless failures and trampled the Last Line of Defense himself, a faint sound of music suddenly reached him. A broken music box that he, raging madly, was unconsciously drawn to.

 

A trace of Rita Pascal.

 

Just that alone had once made the dragon stop.

 

A much more intense wedge than that struck down like lightning into his crown. A voice more violent than music. A reality clearer than traces pierced through and pulled up the soul that was drowning in corruption.

 

What he was facing.

 

Who he had tried to harm.

 

The soul that had been scattered and crumbling finally realized. Reclaimed.

 

Who he was.

 

─!

 

Thorns rippled like scales across the Black Dragon’s entire body. Blood seeped through the dark clouds that filled its eye sockets. A soundless cry burst from its open mouth.

 

─!

 

The dragon hurriedly opened its hand. The thorns that had been standing erect all lay flat. He checked his palm.

 

Lillieta was still standing, bleeding from her entire body.

 

She withdrew the left hand she had been extending and covered her eyes as if they were dazzling, then blinked a few times. Then with clear violet eyes, she looked up at the Black Dragon’s eyes dripping with tears of blood and smiled.

 

“You’ve become a crybaby instead of a monster…”

 

Her words became dull and cut off.

 

Silvergrass, which she had been gripping in her right hand until the end, dropped with a thud.

 

The magic gun loaded with a bullet made by gathering all her remaining Oath, ready to fire if the Black Dragon didn’t stop until the very end. The last resort she had been gripping for the best rather than the optimal.

 

It was no longer needed.

 

The gathered Oath scattered and fluttered like golden dust. Blood-soaked blonde hair fluttered after it.

 

Lillieta collapsed powerlessly. On the dragon’s palm where the thorns had been laid flat with all his might, into the pool of blood she herself had spilled.

 

─!

 

The Black Dragon cried out soundlessly again and hurriedly lowered his body. Crouching his massive body, he lowered his blood-soaked hand. About to place the woman who hung like a rag doll in his hand on the ground, he confirmed it was a freezing cold snowy field and stopped.

 

The dragon crouched and looked around in all directions, not knowing what to do.

 

His wings flapped weakly. Tears of blood began pouring like a waterfall from his eye sockets. Painful moaning-like cries flowed quietly from his gaping mouth.

 

Just as the Black Dragon was about to go mad again.

 

A small butterfly that looked carved from opal bloomed from his grasp.

 

[Warning: User’s physical condition is critical!]

 

[Warning: User’s consciousness signal lost!]

 

[Notice: Activating emergency mode!]

 

[Notice: This artificial spirit will consume the user’s Oath without permission and implement autonomous judgment and actions from this point.]

 

[Action: Implementing first aid!]

 

[Action: Sending rescue signal!]

 

[Warning: Communication severed!]

 

[Action: Retrying!]

 

[Warning: Communication severed! Connection impossible!]

 

[Judgment: This artificial spirit’s first aid has limitations. Considering the user’s condition and the impossible communication situation, direct rescue request is necessary.]

 

[Analysis: Comparing the risk of additional Oath consumption by the user with the risk of leaving the user in first aid condition…]

 

[Judgment: Rescue request is necessary even if Oath consumption exceeds standard levels!]

 

[Action: User’s Oath absorption complete! Dispersing clone bodies!]

 

[Action: Searching for rescue-capable entities or residences of friendly entities located nearby!]

 

Urgent notifications that neither the Black Dragon nor the unconscious Lillieta could hear rang out, and a swarm of golden butterflies that bloomed from the magic gun scattered urgently in all directions.

 

The opal-colored butterfly busily moved back and forth over its master’s body, carrying a golden mass at its tail.

 

Among the numerous wounds bleeding, it selected those that were large or in dangerous positions to block first. Simple hemostatic magic was repeatedly cast, covering the wounds with golden magical power.

 

The Black Dragon kept his palm open with thorns laid flat and watched the scene without moving. He barely even breathed, as if worried his breath might interfere.

 

Then at some point, the Black Dragon suddenly turned his head. Grace’s antennae stood up a beat later.

 

“Hey, are you fairies? Or spirits? Where are you trying to take me?”

 

A young man’s voice, sounding very flustered, came from among the snow-covered trees. Before long, a man surrounded by a swarm of golden butterflies and walking as if being pushed appeared in the clearing.

 

“What on earth is— Gasp!”

 

The young man was carefully waving his hands at the butterflies clinging to him when he discovered the magnificently sized Black Dragon and screamed while backing away.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Then he tripped over a stone hidden by the piled snow, fell backward, and fainted.

 

The Black Dragon looked alternately at the fallen man and the opal-colored butterfly with his eye sockets streaming tears of blood.

 

Grace drooped her wings as if sighing, then quickly moved her antennae.

 

Then the golden butterflies surrounding the young man dove into his waist and pockets, pulling out glass bottles containing red liquid. They were healing potions.

 

Grace flapped rapidly with delight. Several butterflies gathered to carry the potion bottles and flew over in a line.

 

The Black Dragon watched with bated breath as the artificial spirit worked with its clones to uncork the potions and sprinkle and feed them to Lillieta.

 

The endlessly flowing blood stopped, and some color returned to her face, which had been pale beyond white.

 

Only then did the artificial spirit’s emergency mode end. Actually, it was too early to end, but there wasn’t much Oath remaining for the user, so continuing would be dangerous.

 

Once the butterfly had completely subsided, the Black Dragon slowly and carefully moved the palm that had been pressed against the ground, drawing it into his embrace. The dragon covered the hand where the Woman lay with his other hand like a roof and held her preciously.

 

He paid no attention to the Young Man who had been suddenly dragged over, had his potions completely shaken out of him, and had collapsed unconscious in the cold Snowy Field.

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