Raised the Villainous Daughter and Ran Away

162. I…

[Memory Fragment Combination Completed.]

[All memories restored.]

[The magic circle of the fairy tale disappears.]

Saaak-

“Ugh…!”

I woke up and came to my senses after a long journey.

Memories so old that they were worn out by human beings, thousands of years old, came flooding back. Normally, I would have lost my mind or gone mad, but that didn’t happen to me.

The obsession and longing were deeper than that… … .

“Kilkil, you’re back?”

Ladrien asked, raising the corners of his lips.

“…okay.”

“So now you know?”

“I know.”

No matter how hard she struggled or what methods she used, Frances’ fate, which could not be changed, changed. She achieved the goal she had longed for.

All that remains is to offer up my existence, my life, and my soul as a sacrifice in return.

“It is a transcendent oath to the goddess, so I must fulfill it. Take it.”

Ladrien came towards me, giggling and laughing.

“I know it’s a bit odd to say this from the perspective of someone who has benefited, but don’t you regret it? I gave all my transcendent powers, which I could have had in the world if I wanted, to that woman.”

I chuckled. What are you talking about?

“Of course I have no regrets. France was my world.”

After hearing the answer, Ladrien tilted his head to the side and blinked.

“I can’t understand it.”

Ladrien shook his head. Who would have thought he would say something like that in front of me?

“You’re lying.”

“what…?”

“You are the one who understands me better than anyone else.”

Ladrien frowned and glared. I continued.

“Remember why you learned the magic of space and time. Why you made that choice, knowing that it would result in a curse.”

Someone who has already made the same choice as me, and because of that, he was able to live instead of die. That’s Ladrien.

“As soon as I returned, your memories began to come back to me. Perhaps it was because the magic of the magic circle engraved on your soul resonated with my aura. You were waiting quite alone.”

As my story continued, her eyes became calmer. I could feel that she was listening to me seriously.

“But I still don’t know what your purpose was in creating this magic. Was it to change fate and face death, or to go back in time and rebuild the Kingdom of Gracia?”

I haven’t seen Ladrienne’s entire life. I’ve only heard of her past memories and what happened after I crossed over to the world.

“Let me ask you one last time. What do you want?”

“… … .”

Still no answer. Are you not going to answer? Well, I guess it doesn’t matter─

“I want to go beyond the world and live an ordinary life.”

“… … .”

“I just want to break this vicious cycle of reincarnation.”

Indeed, this old woman’s life was far from that of a human being.

An overwhelming magical talent that could be said to be born only once in this world. One who has risen to the ranks of a transcendent being like me.

A near-immortal being who endlessly reincarnates due to the backlash against the law of causality. Even if you want to end it, it won’t end, and even if you don’t want it, you will be enlightened.

“I see.”

Having lived thousands of years, I could understand.

“I got the answer. Now, retrieve this magic circle that holds me up. I will fulfill the contract.”

Ladrien nodded silently and placed his hand on my chest.

“… As your senior, I hope you don’t regret your choice.”

Woof!!!

The magic circle that was engraved on his soul begins to be retrieved by Ladrien. He feels like all his energy is draining from his body.

“Ugh… … .”

I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment. I felt like my existence in this world was becoming increasingly blurred.

“It’s the end. The celestial magic has been recovered and the other magic circles have been destroyed.”

It’s really over now.

“You do realize that time is running out, right?”

“I know.”

As I nodded in response, Ladrien continued speaking instead.

“Your soul has already been torn apart by thousands of regressions. On top of that, it has been torn apart by crossing the world twice. It doesn’t make sense for us to even be having this conversation now.”

I think so. It’s hard to keep my mind and breathe.

“… You are right.”

I feel like I’m going to collapse at any moment, but I can’t close my eyes here because there’s still work to be done.

“Anyway, that’s all I have to say.”

“What are we going to do about Somire?”

“Is that what she said?”

“okay.”

Ladrien tilted his head and caressed his chin.

“It’s none of my business.”

“… You are the victim of my mistake?”

“That is her fate too. There is no way.”

Ladrien shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “What’s the problem?” The problem was that he was asking for sympathy from someone who had lost his human heart a long time ago.

“…i get it.”

I’d like to send Somi back as well if possible, but if there’s no other way, then there’s nothing I can do.

“If you really want to send it back, you can use the remnants of the magic circle engraved on your soul. If you’re a witch cursed with knowledge like me, you can also open a connection.”

I tilted my head and asked, “A witch like you?”

“A sorceress named Kazar Uplane. She has similar talents to me. She should be able to follow the remnants. The connection point will be fine if you are the medium.”

Fortunately, there is a way to return Somire.

“Then I understand it like that.”

“Okay. It’s over now.”

Ladrien closed his eyes and bowed his head to me.

“Hail to the transcendent being who changed the fate decreed by the goddess.”

Snap! With a snap of fingers.

The stationmaster has disappeared.

* * *

When I opened my eyes, the turquoise field had disappeared and I could see a clear blue sky.

It was so peaceful. To the point where it felt out of place. The world I saw in my memories was all red.

“jin!”

Frances, who discovered me, came running towards me.

“What happened? The Transcendent Wizard?”

“He left.”

“You left…?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be back again.”

I can’t explain everything. It would be a long story and confusing. I just want to keep my sad past to myself.

“Where is Somire?”

“If that saint is there… … .”

When I looked at the place Frances pointed with her finger, I saw Somire, trapped in a magic prison, her entire body restrained.

“… … .”

I headed towards Somire.

“jin…?”

Frances called softly, tilting her head. Her face was filled with anxiety. I smiled and reassured her.

“It’s okay, we’ll talk later.”

I don’t know if there will be a future for me now.

“Somire.”

“…what?”

Her hair is disheveled. She looks at me with her eyes wide open.

“Ladrien deceived you.”

“what…?”

“I just used it as a tool.”

Just a tool for my return and synchronization. The sight of Somire’s face collapsing endlessly and her complexion changing in real time was shown.

“Then, then I can’t go back…?”

A sobbing voice. It’s disgusting that he tried to take France’s life, but she’s a victim of Ladrien’s creation. I’m also at fault.

“Don’t worry, there is a way back.”

“Really? Can I go back?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head. Somire’s face recovered.

“But I can’t easily forgive you for trying to kill France.”

Sadly, Somire’s face collapsed again. The emotions she felt were clearly revealed.

Desperation.

Somire is the age when she first entered high school on Earth. Thinking about it, it’s amazing how she’s been able to hold out this long.

“What should I, what should I do? If you send me back, I can do anything! Please…!”

A voice that is full of desperation.

“I will listen to your story. Tell me what you felt when you came to this world and lived there. If I am satisfied with your actions, I will send you back.”

Somire nodded repeatedly and answered.

“If that’s the case, then of course! No, I’ll just tell you everything!”

It seems like you really had a hard time when you say that.

“Then let’s begin.”

I placed my hand on the restrained Somire’s head. I let my aura flow towards Somire.

“Accept it. Resonate.”

“Ugh… … .”

Auror regained his memory and turned pitch black. Somire writhed in pain at the ominousness.

“Even if it hurts, bear it. Just think about going back.”

“Oh, I see… … .”

Somire’s magic and my aura resonated. With this, I cannot exert divine power.

“Princess… no, Duke. Please put a curse of confession on Somire.”

Frances, who had been quietly watching the situation from the side, frowned as if she was uncomfortable, but nodded.

“…okay.”

Smoke rose from a pitch-black sphere that appeared on France’s palm, binding Somire.

“Let me start asking questions now. How have you lived in this world?”

I met Somire’s eyes.

“I am…….”

* * *

『A few months and a year ago.

Baek A-yeon was possessed by ‘Ropanso’, which she briefly accessed before going to school.

The character who entered is the game’s protagonist and the saint, Somire.

He took the body of a saint against his will.

At first, I tried to accept it. I had no way of knowing why I was in it, and I didn’t know if I could get out, so I thought I should somehow adapt and live.

But this world was cruel to Baek A-yeon, who was an impure being.

[Give me back my body… … .]

Somire, who came out of the dream, was shedding tears of blood from her fallen eyes.

[I don’t want to die yet… … .]

Somire’s arm was brutally torn off. Blood gushed out like a flood, staining the dream world with blood.

[Please save me… I want to live… I don’t want to leave… I don’t want to die… Please give me back… .]

The saint’s neck, which appeared in the nightmare, was grotesquely broken and fell to the floor.

Boom, roll… … .

Somire’s head, which had fallen to the floor, looked at Baek Ayeon.

[Give it back!!!]

Somi-re, who had lost her head, rushed to Baek A-yeon and strangled her with her only remaining arm.

“Cough, ugh!”

Breathing, I can’t breathe. Baek A-yeon tried her best to pull away one of So-mi-re’s arms, but she didn’t move at all.

[Get out of my body!!!]

“Huh!”

Baek A-yeon, who woke up from a nightmare, took a deep breath.

The moment I realized it was a dream and let out a sigh of relief.

“Ahhh!!!”

My whole body felt like it was on fire. My eyeballs felt like they were being gouged out, just like Somire in a nightmare. The pain of one of my arms being crushed and torn apart surged through me.

Baek A-yeon’s soul died slowly, little by little.

“scared…….”

I was scared. I wanted to go back. I wanted to see my family. I wanted to see my friends. I wanted my life back.

“Why do I have to be like this? What did I do…? Why, why on earth!!!”

Eventually, Baek A-yeon lost control and went crazy. She started to hurt herself by pulling out her now ashen blonde hair and tearing her flesh with her fingernails.

“I don’t want to die… I don’t want to have nightmares anymore, and I don’t want to feel pain… … .”

As such behavior continued, the imperial family decided that the saintess had gone mad due to the war and sent Baek A-yeon to a transcendent wizard.

“Kilkil, I’m sorry you feel bad because of me.”

“What does that mean…?”

“You came here because of my mistake.”

Is this because of you? Baek A-yeon was furious and wanted to tear the transcendent wizard Ladrien to pieces right away. However, she didn’t have the strength or energy left to do so.

“But there is a way, so you don’t have to worry.”

The Transcendent Wizard promised cooperation and told Baek A-yeon how to return.

“You just have to kill Frances Descartes, the saint’s enemy. Then you can reach your destination, so just go back naturally.”

Baek A-yeon, who was desperate, believed Ladrien’s words without question. She had no one to rely on and no one who knew about it.

“Are you sure you can go back?”

“Okay. Just trust me.”

“…okay.”

A saint who comes every night with both eyes and one arm torn out. The pain of having your eyes gouged out and your arm torn off. The pain of your entire body burning.

To forget all this, Baek A-yeon decided to kill Frances Descartes and started acting like a saint.

“I’m sorry for worrying you all. But I think it was thanks to your concern that I was able to come to my senses safely. Thank you so much.”

A hastily made up story. Baek A-yeon also felt a sense of hypocrisy in what she said and got goosebumps.

“Ahhh- Saintess…!”

“Somire, I’m so glad…!”

If a saint said something, people around her believed it without a doubt. They thought it was stupid NPCs.

Even leaving behind her true self, Baek A-yeon lived as Somi-re, a character in a work of fiction, and endured all kinds of stress.

With only one hope of being able to return… … .』

Somi-re. No, Baek A-yeon finished speaking with her mouth bowed deeply.

“This is what happened… … .”