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He’s slowly losing consciousness, but I have to keep talking to Atlas, who was still smiling and gently laughing with blood.
With all these happening, I almost thought I’m in a nightmare.
However, with the smell of blood lingering in the air, the scene with Atlas in front of me, and the pain in my body which gradually grows intense by the second, wakes me up and slaps me that this is indeed reality. This isn’t the novel anymore.
To me, with a stunned figure, to Atlas’ body, slowly losing blood and staining his clothes crimson and brown, I can faintly discern a voice that is slowly being drowned and interrupted in the background.
Atlas is slowly looking lifeless.
And I clearly understand that at if this happens, this will greatly impact the story flow.
“No.. No.. Atlas please..”
If Atlas dies, Gil-sama will be the hero—but the hero may no longer be the hero.
I wonder if I have to give up everything now.
Ah, I wonder why I’m so powerless even though I’m the Fire Countess.
The mana that was overflowing before was now depleted that I can’t even call for help. I couldn’t even protect one life, and as his father’s niece, I couldn’t even do anything but be frustrated about the situation.
Don’t die. Don’t die. I can’t allow you to die here.
With his earth colored eyes that are cloudy and starting to dull, Atlas looked at the flame pillars around us, and with a grin, he whispered silently.
“I’ll heal myself with water magic. Run away while the barriers you set up are still active.”
So I should run away before more enemies come.
Of course it’s a lie.
You can’t even use magic at this state.
It’s difficult enough for trained sorcerers to use magic in the same state as him, what more if he uses it?
“No. No. I can’t, we have to go together, okay?”
“.. I’ll.. catch up later.”
While I know it’s not possible, my mind continued to make senseless thoughts.
If someone else were to hear it, if someone else wanted to live, they would run away at once without looking back and leave Atlas behind.
But.
Atlas’ eyes are slowly becoming dull, trying to apologize, trying to tell me something, telling me to run away quickly before it’s too late. So I took a parcel from my pocket, it dropped to the ground as my hands are trembling pitifully and weakly.
His hands. His hands are slowly losing warmth.
“Once we escape, I will properly invite you…to..”
His blood won’t stop spilling.
His breathes are getting weaker.
His body is slowly becoming cold.
His eyes are slowly becoming dull.
His voice is slowly disappearing.
Aah. This isn’t good. Not good at all.
I can’t do anything after all.
Once I let go his hand, Atlas’ arm fell limply to the ground.
It seems like he has finally lost consciousness. His voice of praise or scorn is no longer heard.
The moon appears solemn and surreal amidst the flames and blaze surrounding us, and the night sky looks as if it’s swaying with the blaze, as if seeking help from someone to dowse these flames.
It’s as beautiful as a dream.
“Ahh.. I messed up.”
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Yes.
I’m living life as if it were a dream.
I couldn’t get out of my bed because of my illness. I just stared out the window, waiting and hoping for someone to visit me. Not doing anything nor destroying anything. I wasn’t needed by anyone nor wanted by anyone. I just lived as if I was dead.
To be reborn in a world that I had only dreamed of.
To be reborn with a healthy body and live with my beloved character.
Even though there are painful memories, I felt the joy of living freely and looking forward to tomorrow.
But right now, it seems like Gil-sama will no longer be able to be the hero in this story.
One day, the people who sacrificed their lives to protect the country, to protect the sorcerers, to protect the world, will disappear from the stage.
What is justice without injustice.
What is a hero if he dies before meeting the villain.
If justice cannot be served by the hero, then what am “I”?
“I am Origa. Origa, Emelda, Luziru.”
However, this person is tainted by “me”, tainted it to not be a villain, tainted it to stray from her role. Tainted the story she belongs to with mud.
“ha… Ha ha ha.. ha ha ha ha ha”
A dry laughter came from my mouth.
The sorcerers that were sacrificed, the future of this country, the sins I have committed, my anger to my king, my greed and attachment will all be for naught.
Because of me, because of what I have done, I will die here.
Being too greedy is indeed a heavy sin.
I thought I can save him, I thought I can change her, I thought I can change everything.
In fact, I changed the flow of the story, because of me. Oops.
As a result, Origa won’t be able to leave anything behind, won’t be able to be sought by anyone, won’t be able to do anything and die – it’s all because of me.
I’m not worth anything anymore, because I’m a sorcerer.
I’m not worth anything because I am a woman.
I don’t want any of that.
…I don’t care anymore.
I’m tired of swallowing everything and caught Atlas who was lying in front of me.
A person who would have stood beside Gil-sama to kill me. He won’t be like this if I didn’t meddle so much.
If that life is lost, what do I do now?
As I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I heard someone’s voice when I was still a child.
“I want to be friends.”
Yes. Atlas is my “friend”, and Gil-sama’s best friend.
If you die to save a friend, you won’t be a villain anymore, no matter how much you want to be one.
Even if I don’t die here, even if there is no one to rescue me, there will still be a blade that will cut me immediately.
Even if I keep something alive for even a second, or a minute, it does not do anything but to prolong the suffering.
But.
“…but I’m his friend.”
I’m sure you will forgive me.
Atlas’ pale white cheeks are now painted crimson by his blood, his breaths are slowly staggering and gradually weakening.
I have never used healing magic before.
It’s not because I was too weak or it was sealed, it’s just that it’s an area of water magic, whereas I am a fire mage.
I have been “Origa” for a long time, but I didn’t get the chance to try using it.
Besides, Atlas showed me how to do it.
So I was sure I can.
A smile crept up my delicate red lips, and I realized it wasn’t “Origa’s”, but “mine’s”.
As I took out the bottle from Atlas’ parcel, I opened it up and spilled the contents to my palm. A few pills have rolled out.
Considering the amount of mana I may use up in using an unfamiliar magic, a pill of about one or two would not be enough.
I swallowed them one by one and as it reached my throat, it wets the pill and dissolves. Leaving a trail of bitterness that ran through my body.
My body is engulfed by a sudden mana surge, and I scream as the mana courses through every part of my body.
I’m pretty sure this is a lethal dose.
Even so, I didn’t feel uncomfortable.
Because my death cannot be wasted.
My heart beat fast like never before, leaving me breathless, as each breath is harder than the next.
The lively color is slowly disappearing from Atlas’ skin.
I’m sure he can’t see anything, and he can’t hear anything.
Still, I wipe off the blood off his cheeks. Please smile as you can leave the rest to me.
“I will help you Atlas.”
I was surprised by the words that came out from me, but when I heard those words, a soothing feeling enveloped my whole mind, my emotions have calmed down.
My thoughts for my friend, I know all of these isn’t an act, so I just enjoyed myself in these emotions. I want to immerse myself in this feeling for a while longer.
—–If my death is meaningful, then I have nothing else to wish for. When I used my magic, I heard a glass breaking, and felt that my consciousness is slowly fading, with the severe pain that ran through my heart.
TL’s notes: My heart, please save me :c
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I’m sobbing so hard as I translate this second part. I’ll be posting the second part after I stopped crying and finish the translation(yes, I am translating and reading this as I go, I haven’t read the whole novel yet so I can cry with you guys.)
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Let us despair by listening to this music and reading the story
Here’s the story for today~ C4 part 2
Time seemed to stop as I stared in shock at Atlas’ body in a pool of blood. What happened now?
“…Atlas?”
Blood. So much blood is flowing out of his chest. His breathes are shallow that every time he exhales, more blood is spilling out from his mouth.
His painfully weak hand tried to reach my tattered boots and grab it with all of his strength, but it felt so weak.
“It can’t be…”
My trembling voice weakly reached my ears.
In my shock, I was pulled out from the darkness by a man’s panicked and trembling voice from the distance.
“Oi! Over here!”
A man is loudly calling for others to come to him, and seeing the identity of the girl crouching down in front of a bloody man, opened his eyes widely and stood dumbstruck.
A suffocating murderous gaze that can pierce you even from a distance has fallen on me, and, without hesitation, he pointed his arrow towards me. This time, I am sure that I am targeted accurately that I will be shot dead.
In this situation, I know, I will get killed!
Before that happens, I burned everything in my surroundings to prevent that from happening. I burned and created fire pillars and barriers to protect me from them.
“I….Ah”
My heart is beating so fast from fear and unconsciously stepped back a few times, and with my trembling legs, I kneeled as I look at them.
My magic is spiralling out of control in my body that it hurts so much, I can’t control how much leaks out and how its intensity is.
The pain causes me to tear up and felt that it’s harder to breathe.
If I continue to use my magic at this rate, with my low mana, it will lead to me damaging my soul that supplies my mana and death, in the worst case scenario.
I was only lucky that I still managed to last this far.
“Fucking hell! Hey! Kill her!”
An incoherent voice screams from behind the flame wall, wanting to kill me.
A flame barrier will not hurt me with its fiery blaze and heat. But once I created this barrier, it continuously releases a widespread blazing mana surge that the enemy soldiers will no doubt be able to discover my location.
Even if enemy soldiers have surrounded me and I luckily managed to create a barrier, it doesn’t mean that it’s an effective way to avoid death.
I don’t know where my location is, but if there are enemy soldiers, we won’t be able to run to the fort as there is still some distance from the two points, so I can’t really expect their help to come.
What should I do? My mana is depleted, Atlas has fallen, my body is exhausted and battered to the point I might lose consciousness. How do I escape?
“…..ah..ugh.”
Once you inhale this air, it will feet like your lungs are being scorched and burned. But my bronze-colored hair swayed in the view that it feels almost surreal.
As if it was a nightmare, Atlas blurred from my vision.
If the Harvester house is without backing, Gil-sama will be eaten alive outside in the society.
Now that the Harvester head had perished, only Atlas, whose last name is Harvester, has the power to ensure that Gil-sama will be safe and sound.
For example, even if Atlas has strayed from his original path, the fact that he is best friends with Gil-sama will never change.
But if at this point Atlas will also perish, Guilford Ivlis will never find salvation in this world as a magician.
“Atlas! Show me your wounds!”
That person isn’t “Guilford”
This isn’t my own love story.
I am not going to die.
All these horrible thoughts in my head are getting out of control and there’s a bigger problem at hand.
I should not be afraid of pain.
I rolled over Atlas’ body and saw an arrow wound. It has pierced his chest deeply.
It may look dangerous but if I stop the bleeding immediately, perhaps there’s still some chance.
I tried to pull off his military uniform that was hard to remove because of the blood and tore open his shirt, but I saw his face paling and slowly losing color.
“I’ll stop the bleeding…or maybe..”
“I’m okay… don’t dirty your hands for me.”
Atlas, who was lying on his back, smiled gently while blood is oozing from his mouth, deeply hurting my chest even more.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
TL’s notes: Aaaaahhhhhh my poor poor Ori T_T
Everyone, cry with me T_T
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Edit: What the hell, I just posted this and it’s already copied and pasted in readinglightnovel and other sites :c please stop reposting translations :c
As I stopped pressing his wound to get the medicine, his blood continued to spurt out, but even so, I went to give him that medicine.
If you take too much of this pill in a short time, the side effects will be much worse.
It’s the same even if it’s processed with water magic.
Still, who can say that incoming enemy soldiers won’t have magic stones on them.
“I will do the rest, so you should focus on the enemy.”
The fact that my magic is the most suitable to destroy the magic stones is guaranteed in the novel.
Even Atlas isn’t sure if his magic can do the same, as their magic is not suitable for combat.
I urge Atlas to hurry as if holding back the tears in my eyes.
“It’s okay, if I can’t find it, I’ll just burn them all to the ground.”
The only drawback of using fire magic is its power depends on the environment.
So in order to use fire magic even in a bad environment, utmost control must be applied, or else it will go out of control.
But this is almost always ignored in a battlefield.
So now, all I will do today is to burn the enemies down to ashes.
Atlas’ eyes understood the meaning behind my words.
“You didn’t…”
“They asked for it so I can’t do anything but to comply. Now, I won’t lose”
A sorcerer suffering from pain begs for my magic.
To protect him, I have to point my magic to him and end his life.
As my vision return, my eyes become wet to the point I can no longer hold it in.
The target right now returned from my enemy, to my comrades, and back to my enemies.
It ignites the flames for those who are attacking, and those asking for salvation.
“So please, give me more medicine”
I am not a water mage so I can only burn.
As Gil-sama once said, I can only go with the grudges.
As I cover my mouth with my hand, Atlas gripped my hand and looked at my battered body and shook his head.
“Don’t do it.”
“Is your magic powerful enough to deal with the magic stones?”
“Isn’t it the same with you?”
Looking at his beautiful eyebrows, a frustrating emotion arose.
Right now, no one else but me can destroy those magic stones, there is also not much known about those stones as well.
However, time is running out fast and a distorted smile crept up to my lips.
“Oh yeah…You don’t know yet”
The words that were unconsciously spoken were said and Atlas glare pierced me sharply.
My mouth slipped.
The magic stone is destroyed once you poured a certain amount of mana into them.
Although it’s such an easy thing, it’s still not yet known in your country.
Even though Gil-smaa must prove he can destroy the stones first, if he finds out how to destroy them, the information will be relayed to the military.
Oh, but.
When will Gil-sama be able to destroy the magic stones? Did it happen in the novel I read?
“Origa, what do you know?”
Am I reflected in this person’s eyes? This figure of “Maiden of Fire”? When I pursed my mouth and refuse to answer, Atlas spoke with his piercing glare at me.
“I know you don’t trust me but I don’t want to implicate you, my precious friend any more than this.”
Why do you see me with such pitiful eyes?
I’m not pitiful at all.
Why do you say such insincere words?
Anyway, you are here to get rid of me.
Why are you against the trap os justice?
“I will take more medicine, so you don’t need to fight anymore.”
The waves of emotion can no longer be held back.
“You can say that, but what can you do?!”
The high pitched scream echoes in the forest.
Why is this so frustrating?
Atlas was given a setting where he will lead a good life as Gil-sama’s best friend.
On the other hand, what was given to me was the role of hurting the hero and rebelling against the country at the cost of hurting many people.
I don’t want anyone who doesn’t understand to deny this move.
I don’t want anyone who can’t do anything to deny my role.
“Avoid being tormented…? Let me fight! I have to fight anyway no matter what I do! The past, present, and future are all already decided! Because I was born as “Origa”, if I do it all and everything goes well, my death then will not be in vain. I know it all, I remember it all!”
It is not scary to live as a villain, kill a person and then die as a villain.
Because I know the weight of the villain’s death to the hero.
I know that’s an important event for this story to lead to a happy ending. That’s why, only I can do this.
“But I made a mistake”
There’s a voice that keeps blaming me inside my head.
Harvester-sama will not die if not because of me
Atlas will never take any action if not because of me
Many sorcerers will not die in this battle if not because of me
The story that I know form the novel is slowly getting off track.
Then this villainous existence that is me, what role am I supposed to play now?
Then, I should just die right?
“Eveything….I….It’s my…!”
“Calm down Ori!”
The thoughts inside your head reveal their ugliness.
Protecting sorcerers and then killing this “villainous god”, sleeping and dreaming peacefully on the bed, an unreachable dream, hands dyed red with blood, and pain slamming on your head. The story has begun to be different. At the end of this journey, the hero walks on a royal path. This ending is no longer the novel’s but this is reality.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
If you look at what’s happening.
If you come and see this reality.
The enemy soldier have pounced crazily at Atlas, but he was struck down by his powerful arms and fell on his butt.
Trying to get up, I saw something moving at the corner of my eye.
“……Huh?”
Something came flying towards Atlas’ body and with a dull sound, his body fell in the ground with a pool of blood under it.
Once my tears stopped flowing, I took a step back, hiding myself at the root of a tree. As Atlas approached, his face is pale and tiredness is written all over it. After I calmed down, I remembered what Atlas has said.
His voice sounded painful when he told me his father is now dead. The cause of his sadness is all because of me. I know I won’t be forgiven, but even so I wanted to apologize. However as I was going to speak, a low voice fell into my ear.
“Is your magic still okay?”
It was like he was reminding me about my current condition. The flow of mana inside my body can hardly be felt. It’s like if you have a tattered magical book, you can feel that the “vessel” is slowly cracking due to heavy use. In the novel, the “villainess” is supposed to be in this state after being chased around by the hero.
–If I continue to use magic in my condition, at this rate, my mana will run out and my life will be extinguished before I meet Gil-sama again.
Atlas gently shook his head and after untying his backpack, rummaged around inside for something. He took out a small parcel and inside was dried food and herbs. He also took out a small bottle with countless pills inside with hesitation. He held up a pill up in the moonlight. The pill reflected a dull silver color after the moonlight reflected on it. I have seen it in the novel but I have never used it before.
“this is…”
“A souvenir from Gil.”
It was never necessary for me to use but the soldiers at the end of the war held it for emergencies. But Keika said she had used it countless times before. It is a magical pill that rapidly restores your mana.
However, there are side effects as it is also a poison. When I thought about it, I took it from him. Looking up at Atlas, He smiled while whispering:
“You don’t know since you haven’t used it, but it won’t affect you if you drink it all at once.”
He took a single pill and swallowed it before stopping. Sounds of crushing and swallowing are heard and then he spat some blood. The sensation felt like being intoxicated after drinking many times.
“Have you used it before?”
“Something like that.”
The virtue the hero in the novel always spoke about is always realized after many twists and turns.
Someone will not die.
There are no cruel deeds done.
Things like pain and suffering do not occur.
It should be a character that moves toward a safe and peaceful ending without any dangers lurking.
Why is it so dangerous now?
“Knight school is just a way to learn theories, Everyone just learned for the sake of learning. The rest is just dull. So I’m going to the battlefield as a magician.”
…That’s it.
I think it was because Atlas chose the path to be a magician instead of the path to being a knight.
I was the one who encouraged him to be a magician on the battlefield.
Because I slapped him with the harsh reality of war.
Then this too, I…
“I don’t have enough and it seemed to be wrapped in water magic, but keep it in one as it will recover until you can defend yourself”
A single drop of it dulls the moonlight.
This is poisonous to the body.
“I” panic in my head, thinking if I should drink it.
But if I don’t take it, I will surely die.
The foolishness I committed is in the form of poison in front of me.
If…
When one take it and crush it using your molars, the bitterness will gradually spread in your whole mouth. It was like medicine “I” have tasted before and while my mind is thinking, I put up with the discomfort it gave me, giving me goose bumps.
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Although it was a very potent drug, taking it is a very reckless action according to Atlas.
Even if it was not possible to return to the fort, it seems like a rescue operation was brought out and return to the base with the soldiers deployed in the vicinity.
However, it will be difficult if they take me with them, even if they have a medic with them, I will bring them down as I have anaemia due to bleeding so much.
Unfortunately we were found by the enemy soldiers.
Even if I take the recovery pills, it still didn’t replenish enough mana to generate a lethal blow to kill the enemy. But Atlas isn’t in any better. My mana has run out and I am also physically exhausted.
Something bright crimson is being emitted from my body, and a scream not being voiced out is about to come out.
There is a pungent smell of meat and low grunts mixing together.
I have to burn it up so I don’t suffer longer.
Even if I force myself to use my fire magic to the point of trembling, I will just suffer the pain of not being able to materialize my power, because my mana is slowly being depleted.
It was too late when I realized that a sword is slowly coming through Atlas, while he, did not even have a chance to pull his sword out, was stabbed by the enemy.
Blood spurts from his wound and dyes Atlas’ clothing, while looking at the enemy soldiers that fell without emotions.
“uu….guh…..”
A nauseating, teeth chattering scene is laid out before me. Of course, there is fear in what I have done.
This scene of man killing man is too realistic that it overwhelms all of my senses.
But more that that—- The hero screams that he and his friends should not repeat someone’s actions.
I feel a strong nausea and discomfort.
This cannot be.
Taking poison, killing people, what’s next?
Unlike me, he should be on the right path, and supporting the hero.
The villain will always trudge the same path no matter how many sins he commit, but the supporting character suddenly deviated from the story as he sins like this.
Don’t make Atlas any guiltier than this.
This word drives me to the wall that it has become so painful.
I crouch and cover my trembling body as “I” scream in my head.
“Please give me the pill.”
TL notes: Hi! I will try to pick this project up. I hope you wont mind the grammar mistakes ^^ I will try to release 1-2 chapters a week, depending on my schedule. See you again next time!
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