Fake Saint Of The Year

It bursts into a "witch" suffering in the sky, and a screaming tree spirit.

The clouds blew up completely, and the people cheered on the light that could be plugged into the sky.

Something crashed out of it and fell in front of Ellise.

"Lie... Mother...?

Alfrea shook her voice when she saw it fall.

Crawling on the ground, it was a woman as if she had wet her body with ink.

The negative feelings accumulated in the current blow must have been offset and disappeared.

Weak to see, it crawls close to Ellise, making a crying sound.

Ellise gently stroked the head of the wreckage of such a poor first witch.

It is an overkill that pours directly into the positive emotions that still remain in the body.

"It's okay... you don't have to suffer anymore.

So... good night. "

"... oh, oh..."

Ellise stabbed me to stop, and the Witch completely disappeared.

When you see the sight, people will boil and a voice will sound in honor of Ellise.

Finally... it's finally over now.

The chain that lasted a thousand years truly ended.

Witches are never born again.

I don't need a sacrifice called the Virgin.

Tomorrow, the future is waiting for people to open up on their own.

Having completely rejected the disaster of the world, Ellise stood up and looked at Leila with a feeling of the wind stroking her cheeks.

Well... how did I tell Leila that I'm going to die in a few hours?

Until now, I had only thought 'I will recover anyway', but I can't think of it that way anymore.

Above all, the current battle sent a painful love from Leila.

That's why I think it tastes bad.

If I die here, the world will be at peace, but Leila's heart may be broken.

But Ellise couldn't even afford to choose a word.

The moment you relax, your heart aches like a recoil and falls to the ground.

Ellise still has a few hours left to live.

But it shrank sharply because of the impossibility of this battle.

There is not enough time left for her.

Leila embraces Ellise as she falls to the ground, but her face is full of fear and grief.

"Somebody... Somebody help Ellise!Quick, heal the magic!

Leila screamed and several knights rushed over to cast healing magic.

But it doesn't make sense. Ellise is not injured.

If you can do something with the First Heal Magic, it will heal on its own.

Ellise desperately maintains a diminishing consciousness and keeps her eyes open.

If Leila had done something that would have killed her in her arms twice, this time Leila could have killed herself.

I've been indifferent even to my own death.

If I was dead, I just thought it would be okay.

But now I don't want to die for the first time.

Don't let your own death grieve you, not for yourself... that's why you still want to live.

But your heart beats like an idiot, and you know that you don't want to die anymore.

(... not good. I can't hear you...)

I would at least say something to Leila, but I can't even make a sound this time.

Even immediately after she died, Leila could have followed her to the afterlife by committing suicide.

Even though she was trying to speak, she just coughed and couldn't even cheer Leila up.

Eventually, Leila changed her expression and smiled like she had given up, hugging Ellise.

"Ellise... I won't let you cum alone.

I will serve you soon... so please rest assured... "

Hey, Sutkow! Wait, Leila!Stay with me! I'm not at all relieved!

Or is that why I'm speaking with respect in my heart!?

After Leila was completely uncomfortable, Ellise rushed after declaring her suicide.

Moreover, the recent poison (light of mind) seemed to have left a sequelae in Ellise's heart, and I noticed that my inner side was subtly changing.

There is no complete light corruption, but there is a bubble light corruption.

You can't die on purpose, but you're going to die soon as a real problem.

Fighting desperately for drowsiness without knowing what to do, I saw Profeta at the edge of my vision.

"Ellise, you're a big deal.

I had the hunch and expectation that I would change the fate of this world, but I really can't do anything about it. "

Thank you for that.

Ellise was desperately thinking about how she could stop Leila from following her suicide while responding to the chores in her heart.

Whether or not you know the heart of Ellise, Profeta continues her words.

"No more witches... and no more saints.

Then we won't need anyone to prophesy the birth of the Virgin. "

That's right.

While thinking so, Ellise slowly dropped her eyelids without resisting the drowsiness that was getting stronger and stronger.

I can't even open my eyes anymore.

I realized that Leila's tears were hitting my cheeks, but I didn't have the power to wipe them off.

"Oops, I don't think I have time to talk for a long time.

Then let's just do what we do first.

In the name of the Prophet Profeta... you will appoint Ellise as your next Prophet!

When Profeta declared so, something flowed into Ellise.

At the same time, your drowsiness clears up and you wake up as if nothing had happened.

Ellise herself stared at her hands with her eyes rounded, gripped them and opened them repeatedly.

But at the next moment, she fell to the ground and was pushed down by Leila, who was so impressed and embraced her.