TPITT - Chapter 164




“Sigh.”

The moment I crossed the door, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The horrible sight before my eyes seemed to overwhelm me.

A legion of black monsters were trampling the outpost and rushing toward the gate. Their numbers were so great that they looked like a blackened, dead field.

With my back to the closed door, I had to clear out the enemies in front to open a path of escape.

Punishment and White Nights are slightly spread out and fought to the left and right. In the center of the semicircle they surrounded protectively were the royal family.

'It must have been an allied base, but now it's right in the middle of enemy territory.'

Still, it was better now than when we were deadlocked outside the door.

Unlike the defensive battles fought by allies at the crossroads, the fact that they were able to spread out and use the space more widely worked to the Knights' advantage.

“Scatter throughout the village and fight individually to protect the residents. Let’s retreat the monsters outside the fence. Then we’ll wipe them out with area-of-effect magic.”

“Understood, Your Highness."

Michael, who was nearby, answered.

He was originally a division commander who should have been at the forefront. However, because he was in the middle of a battlefield, he was concentrating on protecting me without leaving my side.

Looking back, Sylvestian was the same. He was guarding the area around Rosenite, who was clinging to the door in fear.

It was at that moment that I was trying to tell Michael that I was fine and that he should go into battle.

“Wait a minute, what is that?”

Even though it was still early afternoon, the western sky was dark. Dark clouds.

No, the sun was covered with black dots. It was soon realized that the countless dots were winged creatures.

'Ha. They're coming so fast that I wonder if someone summoned them with black magic.'

They rushed to the door out of instinct but lost their objective when the door closed. They wouldn't have been called demons in the first place if they hadn't had to go. It was clear that they were going to attack the town.

'No matter how much you expand your front line on the ground, it's useless if they attack from the sky. We have to take them out before they get close.'

Michael seemed to have come to the same conclusion and suggested.

“I will leave the land to White Nights and the sky to Punisher. First, I will be at the front with Aegis... No, I think I should set up the barrier.”

“Your Highness?”

Michael asked back in surprise. In this situation, there was a barrier that I could draw.

That was when.

“Whoa, whaaaaaa!”

Rosenite's scream echoed from behind. The troll circled around the gray barrier and slammed into her head.

Of course, no dangerous situation occurred because Sylvestian cut down the troll with one stroke. However, there were some unfortunate incidents.

Swish!

“Ah, ahh...?”

The troll's dark green blood poured directly into Rosenite. After pouring the liquid over her, she became the most beautiful green liquid monster in the world.

"Ah..."

Dump.

“Your Highness the 8th Princess!”

Sylvestian accepted the fainted Rosenite, not even paying attention to the smell or the touch.

His chivalry in embracing Rosenite was an example to others.

I, who saw this, said as if it was a good thing.

“And now the most annoying witness is gone.”

“Are you planning to use the Silver Arachne?”

“I think now is the moment to pull out the trump card.”

“It’s a long distance and a large area. Can you cover it?”

From Michael's perspective as a homunculus, it was inevitable that my mana supply would seem somewhat insufficient.

'But I have quite a lot of mana compared to other humans.'

I felt a little wrong, but like a generous Princess, I decided to understand Michael's standards.

“We calculate the coordinates well and make the settlement as efficient as possible. I'll have to try. If I use up all my mana, I think I'll be able to do it somehow. If there's a monster I miss, Michael will take care of it."

After saying my last words, I stepped forward, leading the horse.

The Knights of Punishment and the White Night are also slowly being attacked by the legions of monsters coming from the sky.

I was just beginning to become conscious of it.

Michael shouted so that everyone could hear.

“Your Highness, I will take charge of the sky, so concentrate on destroying the enemies on earth!”

Of course, it was confusing to hear these words from the perspective of the homunculus knights.

'You're fighting? Her Highness herself?'

'That many numbers?'

Even though they knew it was disloyal, they had no choice but to harbor feelings.

As Brigitte said before entering the outpost, I was far from the battle.

It was a well-known fact that I was a specialist in distant life magic.

Of course, regardless of the unpleasant feelings, the royal family's orders were absolute to the homunculus.

The knights of the Order of Punishment and the Knights of the White Night each thought.

'Her Highness the 7th Princess must have something on her mind.'

'Even if she abandons the Knights and runs away, there is nothing we can do. It is the royal family's order, so we have no choice but to follow.'

However, the Punishment side, which still had some faith in Eve, quickly pulled themself together and focused on the battle on the ground.

At that time, Eve came out to the middle of the pile of monster corpses.

The turbid wind caused Eve's green-blond hair and dark green robe to flutter wildly.

Eve stared at the dark, polluted distant sky without blinking.

She raised her right hand. Her graceful fingertips drew a line in the air.

Whew. Whew.

Dozens of silver threads stretch across the sky, following the trajectory she drew.

Arachne of Silver spread a huge net across the vast sky.

Shhh!

Accustomed to traversing the unobstructed sky, the Demon Legion could not slow down. They plowed into the blade-like net at the same speed as the wind.

Kkueeeek!

Keeeeek!

The monsters fell to the floor, cut into pieces as if they had been hacked to pieces.

They plummeted. Dozens, hundreds, thousands repeated that brutal death.

The echoes of death filled the sky and torn flesh and body fluids

It rained down on the ground. The sky, which had been covered with black dots, was quickly cleared.

'Every time I see it, it's a fraudulent ability.'

Michael reacted relatively familiarly to the mass slaughter unfolding in the distant sky.

However, the situation was different for the Punishment and the White Knights, who had never seen such an ability before in their lives, and their faces were filled with horror, despite their practiced expressionlessness.

'Who said that the 7th Princess was a life magic specialist!'

'Destruction to this extent is a realm of miracles.'

'Is the 7th Princess possessed by a God of death?!'

It was truly a rediscovery of Eve.

“Phew..."

Meanwhile, Eve felt dizzy and staggered.

Not only did she use all her power until her mana was depleted, but calculating coordinates in the distant sky while using vision-increasing magic was also a strain on her brain.

It was a job that gave her a lot of trouble.

"Your Highness!"

Michael quickly supported Eve's body as she tried to lose her balance.

“It’s okay. Just focus on the battle rather than me.”

“We have already pushed the enemy back to the fence.”

“Huh? Already?”

“If you use such overwhelming slaughter magic, even unintelligent monsters will be affected by their survival instincts. They are retreating into the forest, apparently scared.”

“Ha, genocide magic? It’s a barrier, so it’s clearly defensive magic.”

Even Michael, who was full of loyalty and affection, could not help but look at Eve with the gaze of 'Where are you pretending to be weak?'

Eve also coughed and changed the subject, perhaps thinking she had gone a bit too far.

“...Yes. Anyway, told the knights not to chase the monsters that ran away into the forest. After a short rest, some of you will be on guard, and the rest will be ready to help clear the village.”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

As Michael stepped back, Sylvestian approached her. He was holding Rosenite in his arms, covered in troll blood.

“Your Highness, the 8th Princess..."

His face was full of worry about the person he was dealing with. Eve comforted him.

“Don’t worry, Sir Millard. Rosie is just unconscious.”

“She's been covered in demon blood. Is she poisoned or something...?...It’s all my fault.”

“It’s not something to blame yourself for. On the contrary, it’s a good thing from Rosie’s perspective.”

"Yes?"

“Troll’s body fluid is an ingredient in the highest-grade healing potion. Since she took a beauty bath with the original liquid, don’t wipe it off, just let it absorb into her skin.”

Sylvestian felt that something was strange, but since the order had been given, he had to follow it.

“If you tell me a place to use as a base, I will build a barracks and house the 8th Princess in it.”

“This place seems to be a plaza, so it seems like a good place for the expedition team’s base.”

“Yes, I understand. And..."

Sylvestian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Currently, Her Highness the 7th Princess is the senior member of the royal family and the commander-in-chief within the gate. According to military law, it is right for me to be treated with courtesy.”

Although it was a recommendation based on a good cause, she felt a hidden desire. Eve sighed inwardly and answered.

"Yes."

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Sylvestian stepped back, holding Rosenite in his arms.

Now it was time to take care of the outcasts and intermediate homunculus that were the inhabitants of Dandelion. Eve looked around the square.

Only then did Eve realize that countless residents of Dandelion had been staring at her in amazement for a long time.

When they made eye contact with Eve, they would tremble their shoulders or step back.

It was clearly a reaction of fear. Eve felt a shock as if she had been hit in the back of the head.

'Oh my God. Michael saw the silver Arachne and said it was a slaughter spell. Even though I didn't like the image of the royal family, I guess I was too cruel from the beginning.'

Even if you earn trust and sincerity, you become an object of caution to those who are not satisfied. This was a fatal mistake that is difficult to recover from.

Eve tried to change her first impression somehow.

“Look, I’m not a bad person as you think, and I came to help you..."

It was when she was talking nonsense without answering.

The moment they heard Eve's voice, the residents of Dandelion suddenly lost their minds.

They closed and opened their eyes as if they were ready. And almost everyone simultaneously fell to the floor and bowed.

A thunderous cry echoed through Dandelion's plaza.

“Come, Savior!”

“I have been waiting for you, King of Humans and Homunculus!”

"Huh?"

Eve had difficulty adjusting to the sudden atmosphere of worship. More than anything, the object of her attention was the inappropriate honorific title that embarrassed her.

'It's true that I am the King of humans because I will become the Emperor, but isn't the King of the homunculus Michael?'

An old woman leaning on a cane approached Eve, who was looking bewildered.

“Savior, my name is Morien, the pillar of Dandelion.”

As can be guessed from the meaning of the word pillar, in a harsh environment, the representative was more than a village chief. Eve treated her opponents with respect.

“Evienrose Chloelle Hadelamid. I am the 7th Princess of the empire.”

The arrival of the royal family in person was unexpected by the people of Dandelion. Shock and confusion spread like a wave.

It is the imperial family that has punished the outcast and obligated the Homunculus to suffer. It was about this time that the people's eyes began to show mixed emotions as they looked at me. I hurriedly turned to my companions and said.

“Don’t worry. I’m on your side. I swear it on my name and honor.”

At those words, the old woman looked at Eve quietly. Her eyes, filled with years, felt like could read her mind.

Soon the old woman opened her mouth.

“It’s a bit shabby, but we’ll invite you inside. Would you please listen to our story, Your Highness?”

“There are many things I want to hear and tell you. Please take care of them.”

The meeting took place after a long period of separation.


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