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TFSAWE - Chapter 267: Regained Power
🕑 Added 2024-02-07 19:27:42 +0000 UTCCarl saw two people falling into the bottomless abyss of the crack, their descent seeming endless. A wicked smile, as if he no longer needed to hide anything, crept upon his face.
"I thought taking care of just one would be a good deal, but I never imagined I could handle both at once."
Now, Iris no longer cared whether he lived or died. If she couldn't use her powers to manipulate him, she was nothing but a useless woman. Moreover, it would be more convenient for her to kill him if she held enmity towards him. It was fortunate for her that she was lacking, otherwise, even if she were a true saint, it would have been impossible for her to corner him like this.
"Furthermore, even Evelina will be eliminated along with them."
No matter how much she was his younger sister, he never expected her to try to hold on to a falling person.
"Well, she pretended not to care, but she kept longing for her family."
Evelina, who paid special attention to parents who brought their daughters to my clinic, couldn't hide anything from him. Whenever Evelina wavered like that, Carl deliberately lied about her parents. By making her desire their love, if even Carl's face stiffened or he treated her coldly, Evelina wouldn't know what to do, like an abandoned puppy. That longing for family would be helpful at a time like this.
Now, while thinking that it was time to leave this place, Carl looked down. It would be satisfying to hear screams and the sound of something colliding and bursting.
However, what appeared from below was completely different from his expectations.
Before everyone could even let out a sound of astonishment, a blue light erupted from below and soared into the sky. The explosion of intense power, which seemed to engulf the world, turned into a gigantic pillar of fire. The power barrier that covered the mansion seemed like child's play compared to this explosive power.
The people fleeing, the knights who were fighting against the ancient god, Lathvan, even Aslan and the ancient god who were tearing the world apart, all froze in place due to the explosion of power.
"W-What is this?"
Everyone felt comforted by the light, except for Carl. He knew very well who the owner of this power was.
In the distance, a figure slowly rose from the bottom of the crack. It was Evelina, holding the unconscious Iris, staring at him with a sharp and cold gaze. Instinctively, Carl realized that he had to escape from her right away.
The saint had regained her powers.
Desperately turning his body to flee and using the remaining magic to escape, Carl suddenly screamed in agony as a searing pain enveloped his back.
"Aaah!"
When he turned his head, Prince Leon was smiling down at him from below. In his hand was a torn magic scroll.
"You said this was the last one you’ll give me!"
"Of course, it was a lie."
Hearing Leon's voice, Carl fell to the ground. The excruciating pain sharply twisted his back. Leon approached the struggling Carl and picked up a sword that had fallen nearby without hesitation. He then struck Carl's back without mercy.
[Kraaack!]
Letting out a scream that resembled a demonic wail, Carl writhed in extreme agony, unable to do anything but gasp for breath. Leon stepped on the sword with his foot, ensuring that Carl couldn't move, and waited for Lina. Soon, she emerged, holding Iris, from the crack. Her peaceful expression enveloped in the blue flames sent shivers down Leon's spine.
The saint was here.
***
As I walked, I felt the hilt of the sword embedded in my neck.
"How... how could you?"
I spoke to Carl in that manner.
"I am not Evelina."
Carl's eyes widened as if questioning what I meant to say. Instead of answering, I withdrew the sword that had pierced his throat and reached out my hand towards him. In an instant, the deep blue light healed his wounds. Only the flowing blood remained, and Carl's neck had returned to its pristine, unblemished skin as if it were born that way.
"Why... ugh!"
Why did I want to ask why he did such a thing? But I didn't know the answer to such a question. I looked at the sword that had stabbed his abdomen a moment ago and exerted even more strength in the hand that held it. The once tidy uniform of the deputy turned into a mess, stained with blood.
As I pulled out the sword, blood spurted out as it did when his throat was pierced earlier. I reached out my hand towards Carl again. As my healing power enveloped him, the wound on his abdomen, which had been there, disappeared without a trace.
However, just because the wounds disappeared doesn't mean that the pain vanished as well.
Carl's face was pale, still feeling the pain he had just been stabbed with. I raised my hand again. Carl was startled, trying to get up and stumbled backward, but his twisted leg couldn't properly support him and he fell to the ground.
Without hesitation, I kicked Carl's writhing leg as if it were a bug.
"Kraaak!"
