The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

‘Too bad.’

The only thought that fills your head.

The proverbial tale leans against the half-broken column and lays a hand on its abdomen. A class 1 ether suit that can be trampled on by an elephant and laughed and napped was shattered, and blood was spilling out of its abdomen.

[Item's special skill ‘Rejection of Death' will be triggered.]

[Life expectancy decreases rapidly.]

Of course, the Inner Armor that I was wearing earlier is wrapping around my body and healing my wounds rapidly, but in the end, it is also a life-saving act. Better than dying.

“Professor, don't move! ”

As soon as the fight broke out, Araceli was able to save her life. Recently, she was less than 1% of Manat in her body due to an image enhancement event, and she was told to stay far away because she couldn't get into a fight. Gear chased her here and almost got caught up in evacuating her history.

“What would you do here if you were · · · ordinary people without magic · · · ·. ”

“You're feeding the professor potions! ”

Seeing Araceli spilling potions in her mouth in haste, the legend smiled for no reason.

Right now, I'm running low on stamina, so I can hardly lift a finger. Yeah, I think I might have really died here in vain without her.

Turning slowly, a small quarrel that began in the third temple has now spread throughout the Empire's capital, revealing the city that was wounded by the aftermath.

The Srank emperor, Madosa, Swordsman and Pope never stopped. They wanted a holy woman, they coveted her, and they wanted her to be alone. Because I've always thought of a saint as my own.

A love fight started with one woman led to the destruction of the city · · · · · · · · ·. Looks like the fight that ends is over.

Probability is slowly fading in four male protagonists. >

Are they all dead? ’

< We don't know that. But it's also unlikely that they will. Their power is solely for the protagonist, who is more likely to be forced out of a fight that is not for the protagonist. >

‘· · · It doesn't matter if you don't die. ’

Those who were not the real protagonists in the beginning were able to extract any probability, even if they did not kill them. That's what's happening now.

Perfect.

The image of Saint Bianca has fallen to the ground and four male protagonists have fallen.

Now she has no helpless probability or religious probability to defend herself. You run and put a bullet in her eye right now, and she'll die doing nothing, and she won't.

I want to send araceli if I feel like it, but · · · · · · · · ·. Her 1% magical power should be used to sustain her own life. Unlike the mythical self, Araceli was using quite a bit of magic to adapt to other dimensions and to understand other dimensional languages.

Thank you for helping out with your quest so far. Just when I thought it would be good to give something in return.

Boom! Boom!

“· · · · · · · Testimonials! Here · · ·, there. ”

“Ah, Princess · · · ·. ”

Princess Sahar's goal was not to speak. Whether they searched all over the city or ordinary shoes, they could not stand the steps of superhumans. They had been scattered for a long time, and their wet hair was stuck to their necks and shoulders, and all their makeup was washed away by the rain.

The beautiful, stubborn, sharp and dangerous jewel was so badly ruined that she couldn't even imagine she was a Sahara princess. She approaches the proverbial tale, trembling on her knees.

“How did this happen? ”

There was a very large wound to the abdomen. Swordsman Sodier released all his errors and eventually penetrated the proverbial past. In the end, he was just an A rank, and all he had to do was lack strength in a frontal battle with the S rank. Since I came at them head-on, I could consider one of these wounds to be of a martyrdom level.

Princess Sahar blamed herself. Obviously, he secretly confided in the emperor his relationship with Bianca, but he never imagined it would come to this. He used his situation backwards to spread rumors throughout the empire and led them into this muddy fight.

If I knew this, I wouldn't have done it.

“What, did you fight until this happened? · · · · · · · · ”

Princess Sahar bites her lips tightly. I don't know the purpose, purpose, meaning, or anything. He just appeared out of nowhere, a man who moved for himself.

He brought himself back into the world of the sun, and allowed him to be recognized by the people of the world and by the emperor, and even helped him meet Goddess Kader again as a small believer.

Too much. Not enough. The garage overflows. Thank you for this. Thank you so much. I can't stand it. I hope I can live a happy life with little satisfaction.

“· · · · · · The Holy Girl, Bianca. ”

In his words, as he poured out blood, Princess Sahar clenched her fist. Blood leaks from the palm of your hand. After all, the story goes on until it turns out to be this way to kill a saint.

“· · · When you were a kid, you grew up fighting. ”

Quickly, I felt the spirit of Sahar in the nurture of his usual rattling. My face slowly opens. I know, as I've done before, I'm making jokes again to reassure myself.

Nevertheless, it is inevitable that the old heart will calm down.

Princess Sahar soon regained her composure.

“· · From now on, what can I do for you? ”

Now is not the time to be out of your mind. The tale of the past will never be fulfilled. If he had done something like this, there must be a reason, but he would not have done it yet.

Then the story rolls. I wish I could just run up and tell her to cut her head off.

Ahhhh!

♪ Ahh ♪

The hymn that began to resound throughout the city told me it was too late. While the rain is pouring, the clouds split apart, and a small swarm of light falls toward the church from afar. The saint Bianca began to pray to Goddess Kader.

Too late.

Then, there was only one way left.

“Not for me. ”

“· · · · · · · What is that sound? ”

“For your sake, pray one more time. ”

“That · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·! ”

“Put up your prayers and ask Goddess Kader to turn back the clock. ”

Princess Sahar's eyes tremble.

“Fire · · · · Possible. I, I was kicked out of the bride's seat. ”

“No.”

“Moreover, there are no 99 coronators, no synagogues, that will follow me. My faith is infinitely lacking compared to theirs. ”

The tale reaches out and grabs Princess Sahar's trembling hand. And I opened my eyes, and I looked into her eyes.

“You can. ”

It was not unfounded faith. based on a few pieces of information.

When Bianca met her death, she was forced to return by probability. However, Bianca has now become incapable of forced regression by probability.

It's because four male protagonists pour in, and the Empire people are all pretending to be saints, because she's not strange enough to question any time she dies.

Should we only return through prayer? However, because she is an extra-concept protagonist of romance fantasy, not as a saint in the first place, she is compensated for "glamour," not divine power. Obviously, we'll be praying with 99 bystanders and a lot of churches.

Her uncorrected faith and the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Faith of the Goddess cannot reach the Sahar Princess who has already succeeded in turning back time once.

“Go, pray to your goddess. ”

After saying that, Princess Sahar gripped her teeth and raised her head as she lowered her arms to the ground helplessly.

I'm not familiar with the Goddess. I was deprived of the bride's position and thought I'd lost all faith. But now was not the time to think about such things. The bold face, the audacity, will go back to the goddess and ask her for a favor.

Upon her feet, Princess Sahar slowly walked towards the center of the fallen third temple.

The conditions are poor. There will be at least 100 priests gathered there, neatly dressed and kneeling before the statue of the Goddess, with their minds relaxed and praying.

In comparison, Princess Sahar's mollusk was not so ugly to see the goddess, and the temple was also destroyed or broken, and even the remaining statue was flattened.

Still.

There was only one advantage.

Shoot him.

Unlike the church, the temple here was torn apart by the collapse of the ceiling. When everyone is praying in the building, if you're looking up at the sky as clear as you are, · · · · · · Maybe, I mean, wouldn't it be faster to reach out to the goddess?

As the showers hit one body, Princess Sahar bursts into laughter to see if she was amused by such thoughts. I just smiled like an idiot, didn't put my hands together, didn't kneel, and looked at the icy open sky.

“Goddess, I'm here. ”

*

The pillar of light pours towards the church.

Bianca and the 500 synagogues felt the warmth of the goddess as they felt the sacred light in one body.

‘Ah, yes. This is it.'

I never knew. No, I didn't even think to know. Nevertheless, she was able to. Because she was a "saint," she was the closest thing to a goddess.

Slowly, slowly, Bianca becomes delusional as if she's being sucked into something. Reality was stripped away and another, higher world unfolded.

There was a ‘figure’. Something silver, shaped like a woman, standing still in the middle of a mysterious Borat light world with a reel clock of cogs all around it.

It was definitely ‘Goddess Kader’.

The divine being who was the goddess of time and season, who rewrote the heart of the evil princess Sahar in [Original Writing].

It's me, Saint Bianca! Goddess, please listen to me! ’

Yeah, now we're starting over. Thinking about it, Bianca smiles brightly and calls out to Goddess Kader, but somehow she feels disgusted.

‘Er, who does it look like? ’

At that moment, the goddess turned her head and looked elsewhere.

Ouch!

“· · · · · · · ah? ”

Bianca pulls herself back into reality.

“What?”

“What · · · · ·. ”

“Has the sacred light disappeared · ·? ”

Bianca hurriedly looks back.

It was a church.

The mysterious world and goddess Kader were all gone, and the sacred pillar of light that had been poured out toward them was also gone.

“Hey, what the hell is going on? ”

Bianca was embarrassed and said, and there was a man outside who came through the door of the church, shouting.

“Halt, Holy Mother! Over there, another pillar of holy light is pouring down! ”

“What · · · · ·? ”

Despite the growling believers, the girl hurriedly ran out of the church. Indeed, the Confederates did not lie. Obviously, the resplendent swarm of light that was pouring out on them had moved to another place!

“That location is · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Her expression becomes paler and paler. There's no way I wouldn't remember that location.

‘· · · · · · · · No way, the third temple? ’

*

The princess Sahar, who threw herself into a world of dazzling Borat light, felt her time go on.

The goddess answered her prayers.

He ran away from Saint Bianca.

But, to my surprise, there was no excitement or joy. I'm sorry for the goddess. Rather, the goddess looked at herself and was even more depressed.

Reminds me of a year ago. When I first turned back time, I was really happy.

I was glad to think that I could take revenge on those who had abandoned me, and that I could restore everything that I had lost, and that I could open up the wrong life again.

Why were they happy? Of course, they didn't have anything to lose back then.

But...

It's different now.

What happens when you go back in time? ’

That question kept digging my heart. Though the time I spent with him was short, it was filled with the most precious and happy memories of two lives. Before, there was nothing of this value, so she did not hesitate to turn back time, but now it was impossible.

Yeah, it is.

Obviously, if we turn back the clock, everything will be fine.

If they wish, they may become Empress, or they may not be expelled from the throne of the bride, or they may get rid of Saint Bianca who disturbed them in the worst way possible.

But what's the point of all that?

The most precious things have vanished and become nonexistent.

I didn't know then.

It is forgotten by those you cherish, and all memories erased.

You have to live a different time than they do.

Turning back time is such a heartbreaking, painful thing to do.

Whoa! A warm swarm of light wraps around your body and spins.

Goddess Kader. She looks at herself in a silver color that neither her face nor her figure can recognize.

You want to go back in time?

“· · · · · · · Example. But I don't want to throw away his memories. ”

You're greedy. You can't have everything you want.

I know. I never had what I wanted, not once.

But I have something I want first and last.

Can't we just give them both the greed they want?

· · · You don't seem to want to discourage yourself. I used to be.

Goddess Kader slowly turns her head, looking at the history that she mentioned.

He was hugging a girl with black hair, but she seemed to have crossed over from another world and could not stand the twists in the flow of time in this world.

It was a very unusual thing. Even as the tide of time was changing, it was not overwhelming. And he was surrounded by some mysterious, elegant, and unfortunate golden creature behind him, but Cader did not look there.

I envy you. Like you, I wouldn't have turned my back thousands of times if I had someone to lean on.

The existence of that legacy will not be affected even if you go back in time. Even Goddess Cader didn't know how it was possible, but she decided to put Princess Sahar through a very enjoyable trial.

There is a way to retain memories with him.

“· · · Is that true? ”

I lock up my will and his disciples at this time, and I turn back time to a year ago. And then, after another year, he will wake up from this place without losing his memory.

“So · · ·! ”

However, there are conditions.

With the condition, Sahar's expression is hard. But Kader didn't stop. It was because I wanted to see the change in Princess Sahar who realized the importance of fate.

You will not go back alone, but the saint will go back with you a year ago.

“ · · · · · ·! ”

They'll both know the same future. Interesting, isn't it? From now on, you must fight only with your own strength, without receiving any "love of the world." Would you be able to do this alone without the help of a legacy? Will you take this risk just to make a brief memory with him?

My head, my head, my heart are trembling.

This is stupid. I will not accept these terms unless I am a fool. If she was a normal princess, she'd refuse and go back to being alone.

The tale will soon pass to his world, and when he does, he will be left here alone.

‘· · · · · · However, either way. ’

He still remembers the time he spent with himself in the other world, doesn't he?

“Yes, I will. ”

Goddess Kader's jaw slowly rises. I liked her because she couldn't give up her memories and accepted those stupid conditions.

Fine. I'll return the time between you and the Holy Daughter. A year goes by again and I don't know if you'll be alive until I wake up the tale.

Cader smiles slowly and loudly, looking at Princess Sahar, staring at herself clearly with clear, clear eyes.

Maybe you'll succeed. Unlike me.

Soon, time will return.

*

[It detects global change.]

“Ugh! ”

The story opens its eyes with difficulty and pulls away the araceli tightly in its arms. She eventually fainted, unable to withstand the flow of time. She quietly lowers her head to the ground and raises her head, feeling a strange, camouflage.

“· · Huh? ”

He knew because he had met an infinite regretter before. Even if others turn back time, they are unaffected and remain where they were and where they were.

Obviously, just before the princess came back, all the places where she had fallen were the corners of the third temple, but what is this shining bright and colorful temple that has become golden everywhere?

Something, something wrong, and a memoir like that can be hard to come up with.

Quack, quack, quack!

Reaching the end of the long stretched red carpet, a giant silver door engraved with a dragon flicker opens, and someone enters with majesty.

“Sahar · · · · Gong-ju? ”

She was still shining with silver hair, her eyes resembling a crystal. Unlike before, however, she was weak and exhausted, her confident eyes immediately and gracefully made her look like someone else.

Saar looks at the sermon, smiles brightly and slaps his forehead. There was a crown glowing in gold.

“It's not a princess, it's a queen. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

“You seduced and killed the Emperor. It was a pretty successful coup. ”

“No, it's not. ”

“The saint was buried with the Pope. The aftertaste was quite bitter. ”

“Wait a minute. Slow down. ”

Then, after realizing that he had made a mistake, Sahar laughed loudly.

“Yes, I was in a hurry. ”

She gives a playful smile. Somehow, the smile resembled the villain in the proverbial tale.

“In the meantime, a lot has happened without you. ”

So much has happened, and Sahar has overcome all of that.

“· · · · · So. I'll tell you slowly. ”

And now, again, I can spend the same time.

The End