The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being Born a Third Time as a Duke's Daughter~

"Hey, Troy!?

From behind the thin defensive wall, Troy's body was shattered by a splash of debris.

Reflectively extended his hand, but fell together without any support. Anyway, I just hugged my head and managed to land it on my thighs.

"Troy, come on!?

Because I'm fucking kidding at a time like this! I shouted inside.

I didn't know the day was coming when I'd put my knee on Troy! I mean, it's the first time in a long life. No, it's an emergency. It's Nathan!

I noticed that there was blood on my palm and felt relieved. Looks like he's got a head injury.

Looking around, there is no free magician. Everyone is full of Hydra's response. There is no room for healing.

Ah, I wish Troy could heal himself already!

It feels like you've seen it, and you're unconscious.

What are you going to do when this happens? I made sure not to move as much as possible, so I kept calling.

"Troy, are you okay? Stay with me!

"Uhh... uhh, nh..."

I held it on my lap for a while, and then I opened my eyes as I looked up.

Oh, my consciousness is back!

"Troy, come on! Tell me your name and age! Do you know where he is now!?

Looking at his blurry face, he asked.

"... my name... my..."

Troy groaned while holding his head with one hand.

"I am... Takayanagi, Lotus... 12 years old... Address..."

The answers in Japanese are returned uninterrupted.

Ahhhhh, doesn't it look like it's in very good shape!? Maybe it's the one from the previous life!? I don't like 12 years old girls like this!!

Troy looked up at me and laughed, grabbing my hand in a hurry.

Hmm ~. Troy Randall, 23, looking for a beautiful girlfriend. Gladys wants "

Konoyaro!!

It's been a long time since I've had such a killer feeling!

Normally, I feel so frustrated that I can't even throw my hand away from my knees.

Shouldn't you be bleeding a little more and reducing your bloodthirst?!

"Hey, are you really kidding me at a time like this!?

"No, I'm serious. I sincerely hope that it will take longer to maintain this posture."

I repositioned my head so I could enjoy it on my thighs. Keep your hand gripped.

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"Too good!

As I shake it off, I'll squeeze your hand.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't think I'll ever get another chance, so I just want you to take a closer look."

The expression that slapped me lightly seemed to be distorted somewhere painfully, and I couldn't throw it away.

Why are you really tearing this up, this guy! I can't become a demon with no injured opponent. It was meant to be relentlessly and completely eliminated.

"Can you heal yourself?

"I'm going to flick, so just give me a little rest. If I get up, I think I can."

In reply to Troy, he gave up breathing openly. My father taught me the fear of a concussion in the first circle of the judo family, and I don't like it, but is it appropriate to maintain the status quo here?

If this happens, I just hope Hydra gets rid of it as soon as possible. I want you to send me one of the wizards right away.

Maybe it would have been better if the injury had been worse. Because I'm sober, I can't sneak the magic from Troy and I can't heal it. Well, it's really annoying, but at this rate, it's not that urgent.

The moment I looked away from Troy and looked up at the progress of the arena, I was relieved by an unexpected sight.

Ha!? Why!!?

Chiaran, who was supposed to be fighting Hydra, stepped in on us with no questions asked.

Hih!!?

A sword that could not even see the remnants looked at Troy's wrist while holding my hand and waved out without hesitation - I unexpectedly meditated.

"Wow, wow, prince, wow. My defense margins are critical for a thin skin!

I heard Troy's dumb screams, probably opening his eyes. The splatter footage in front of me was somehow avoided.

The blade tip stopped tightly near Troy's wrist.

No, if you look closely, it's not completely preventable. A little damage... I'm seeping blood across the line.

Nevertheless, Chiaran, I meant to blow Troy's wrist off! As you learned during Forest Survival, if it hadn't been Troy's excellent defensive magic, it would have blown away!

Both I and everyone here are surprised by the prince's sudden confusion. We have to get back to our attention and return to attacking and defending Hydra, but our consciousness is still on our side.

Without anyone knowing why, only Chiaran and Troy can look at each other.

"What are you doing now!!

Chiaran waves his sword to Troy again with a voice he has never heard before. It was also played at a remarkable distance earlier.

"Gladys, get away from him!

Chiaran screams to block me from asking. Chiaran doesn't have to do this. There's no such thing as sexual harassment!?

Anyway, when I tried to follow the instructions, I noticed something unusual for the first time.

My body didn't move. On the contrary, I don't even speak.

Doesn't move like it was tied up. Troy's hands are badly numb.

What the hell did you do!? He turned his gaze towards Troy in dismay.

I didn't want to admit the conclusion, but in an instant I was overwhelmed.

--Did I get stuck with my bare hands!?

"Ahahaha, what are you doing? It's a recent hobby. I prefer to play (...). Yet you've noticed so well that Gladys didn't even notice it."

Troy answered in the usual light tone. Wake your body up with light motion. I can't see the effects of the injury.

Troy, sitting still, hugged me with one arm. A small knife is held in the opposite hand. The cold feeling touched my throat.

"Gladys!"

Close by, Chiaran chewed his lips. The surrounding gaze also deepens the confusion into further disturbing developments that have suddenly begun.

"I've been waiting for this."

Troy laughs with an unusually sunny face in this tight air.

Until now, I completely understood the confusion in my head.

Troy was painfully strong and tied me to his arm. The signs we're seeing are exactly the same as Grace's.

That prophecy, which is already seventeen years old, clearly revives your consciousness.

Troy in a black robe dressed as a court wizard.

He was the Reaper who killed me.