Rose Princess of Hellrage: Although I got Killed for Political Reasons, I got Revived as the Strongest Undead

The time when the beaten and kicked witch became just a chunk of flesh and danced through the universe was felt extended as if everything was happening in the water.

"… are all things similar to what the elf magician thinks?

It was a boring battle for nothing. "

The soldier in the armor watched Saresaya with his eyes as feverless as a stone.

The giant armor had increased stains of blood and was dripping into the blood.

"What's left..."

"Father, give me the power of protection!

Saresaya slapped it to the ground when she took it in her hand to pull a thousand pieces of one of the jewels she was wearing.

I thought the gem disappeared to melt. Shortly after that.

A barrier of light, like the shell of an egg with a light green, unfolded, enveloping the surrey saya.

"Hmm?"

The soldier in the armor observed it for an inch and then beat it at a lightning speed.

Surresaya to stiffen herself by accident.

The barrier of light swayed slightly, and the man's fist stopped making the blunt sound of beating the earth.

So is the country of man, but the tribe of elves also has a habit of storing valuable magic items. Use it to fold important battles.

What Saresaya used this time was a magic item that became the "Secret Stone of the Crust". Magic items that unfold barriers are commonly present, but 'Secret Stone of the Crucible' is particularly high. It takes an even longer time to make modifications and tame the forest so that it can be helped by the forest.

For a moment, Saresaya strokes her chest down.

But the soldier in the armor, who regarded the impact of the light as indestructible, put his right hand against the barrier so that he could stand his finger up and lay his left hand over it.

"... [Dimensional Power (Faithful Contact)]"

Zdon!

and a shock that could be lifted off the ground hit Sirlessaya.

The soldier in the armor just seems to stand quietly with his hands up, on the outside.

But he was struck by a barrier with a powerful impact from his hand.

The barrier has not been broken.

But it's shaky.

The barrier sucks up the magic of the local vein and restores life full of forests.

But.

"Shh..."

Zun! Zun! and the kind of shock that resonates to the depths of the body continues to strike in.

Each time, Sirlessaya felt the barrier sway to too much power and gradually become unstable. The unscrupulous exercise of great magic has also weakened the power of the supporting forests slightly.

The blood caught my attention.

Even this magic item, a tribal treasure, can only buy time.

Saresaya strokes the grass beneath her feet as she jumps, casting a spell.

"Bugs Whisperer:!"

At the same time, the thin crawling bracelet attached to his wrist unraveled and extended the edge, rooting on the ground.

This is a magic item called 'Knot Grass Bracelet'.

This item itself activates and maintains the Natural Magic Bug Newspaper (Bugzwhisper) for communication via grass and ground.

It is the warrior commander of the tribe who is leading the attack on the front line who is ahead of us in delivering his voice.

"This is Sirlessaya! Imperial soldiers to my place!

All but me have been defeated, please help......!

"What the hell!?

A stunned, less inverted voice reached Sirlessaya's ear.

'... Dear Witch Chief, can you hold on for another five minutes!?

Our tribal warriors, bravely struggling, are stopped by the despicable manoeuvres of the Empire... '

"Oh no...! I defend myself with the" Secret Stone of the Shell "!

"Ku......

I have no choice, retreat! Warriors, protect the Witch Chief '

A voice that sounded like crawling on the grass.

That was cut off with some kind of exploding sound.

On the other side, the magic maintenance of the magician who had received the Bug Whisperer was solved.

"... ever"

On the other side of the wall of light, a soldier in the armor coldly said, who apparently perceived the situation from Sirlessaya's conversation.

The shock his hands emit is eroding the barrier one by one. The ground was engraved with ripple-like scars as the aftermath of the attack.

"How about... please, don't!

"If you surrender and become a prisoner, the Empire will treat you as you deserve. If you're the chief priest, you can't kill him unimpeded."

Retreat To the plea of the superb Saresaya, the soldier on his armor said so back then... slapped his neck a little.

"... or do you want to 'stop the fight'?

Sirlessaya affirmed it in silence.

Looking into his eyes like stone, Sirlessaya was scratching a cold sweat in her hand.

The armored soldier, however, smiled.

"I don't go down.

"Power gets everything, power keeps everything". Our Blue General...... No, the words of His Excellency the Grand General.

... it's an elf. You are powerless.

But if you are to become the flesh of the Empire, the Empire will gain further strength. That should have been a profitable deal for each other.

Still, you bowed down to the Empire. In this period, we will only take everything from you by force. "

"Soldier of the Empire! If you have a heart too, please listen to my words!

Our people in the woods simply lived quietly in this land, defending the teachings of their fathers and the woods!

What are you saying we did to you? Is there a reason they have to take my life!?

My tribe, your empire, and the same God made us brothers and sisters!

Please......! Don't bleed any more! Don't take your life!

What does it mean to vomit these words?

Saresaya herself did not expect anything to change with this word, etc.

However, that was the discharge of what had fallen.

I couldn't help but raise my voice.

The Elves did not attack the Canis Empire or anything.

It's just that the Empire lived ahead of us.

If that's all you have to bleed for, it's too harsh.

Many warriors' lives were taken.

The forest has also been damaged and is about to be taken away exactly now.

If you are conquered by the Kanis Empire, there is a path to misery ahead. Some will be distressed and hungry. Some will be driven out into battle and die.

Why do I have to be seen like that?

I couldn't help but mourn the irrationality of the world.

Instead of sympathy, however, the soldier in the armor has stared at Saresaya with a frustrating and hateful eye.

"Do you want me to challenge the battle regardless of the difference in power, and if I'm about to lose, I'll be in love with you?

Make it, don't go down. If you're only ready to do that, why did you ask your own strength to fight?

Helplessness is a sin. Foolishness is another sin.

If so, this doom will be the punishment you have been given!

He threw up with not much to say and Sirlessaya even felt as if he had been shot by lightning.

What you believe in.

Where to live.

Friends, blood.

The future.

Is it a sin to try to protect it?

Will the weak just have to endure, be made any atrocities, but remain?

Would you say that even the fist you swung up to protect yourself is a sin worthy of doom!?

The faces of the people inside float behind Saresaya's brain.

A warrior of a tribe who was a witch himself was not allowed to marry, but still secretly conceived.

She's just three and she can finally walk, a cute assortment of nieces.

Gentle parents who have now returned to the woods. Sisters I haven't seen recently but they're close.

On the face of it, I think about Saresaya's position, but in private, my friends are quick and easy-going.

I contended with Saresaiah the seat of the chief priest, but the deputy chief priest, who is supporting me without remorse.

All the people who respect and admire Saresaya......

"Haaaaaaaa!!

By the last blow the barrier of light splashed with splashes and a cold armor grabbed up the surresaya.

"Ahhh...!

The soldier on his hand grabbed and hoisted the chest of Saresaya, while he grabbed every scepter of Saresaya's hand with his other hand.

The noise is unpleasant. The bones of Saresaya's arms shaken, his hands crushed, and his sceptre snapped.

-... nagging!

Saresaya was biting her lips to the point of blowing blood.

The chief priest must be everyone's norm as a leader.

There is no resentment, no jealousy, no anger, it must always be calm.

Sirlessaya has always disciplined herself according to its norms.

But now, it was the flames of resentment that burned even his soul and his thirst for power that filled Saresaya's heart.

- If you have the power!

The terror we tasted! Grief! Hell! They would have given it to them too!

There is strength in the hand that lifts the saree saya.

"[Inch Jin (Faithful Contact)]!

Violence enters Saresaya's flesh.

Bones tremble and echo deep in the body.

A body torn in all directions.

Pain.

Die.

Innocent, pointless, irrational, cruel death.

- If you have the power! If only I had the power in my hand!

if (...) and (...) I (...) were (...) myself (...), (...) me (...) was (...) soul (...) to (...) lead (...) kick (...) swap (...) eh (...) and (...) too (...), if I had the power...!

"You don't have two words!? Elf witch princess!

Between life and death, I heard voices.