46. Powerless Fury
Although Nilu and Kefir’s somewhat “secretive” attitude struck me as odd, I didn’t dwell on it. After all, one can’t expect girls to have no little secrets of their own, right?
More importantly: there was no rush for questions; we weren’t in a position to relax just yet. Even though Urasiru seemed to have been defeated by the two powerful figures, our task was far from over! Next, we needed to replace the rough “eradication” with the fire fairy Jias’s “command,” and only then could we truly dispel the danger we were facing.
At this moment, Kefir and Nilu indeed had that capability. With the disappearance of each other’s so-called “domains,” the fairies that had been with Kefir and Nilu returned to their original forms. Without a moment to spare, we maintained our vigilance and approached Urasiru.
At this point, Urasiru lay sprawled on the ground, her scythe now devoid of its “blade,” transformed back into the shape of a spear. However, despite her battered state, her long robe tattered and dirty, her posture on the ground still exuded a sense of calm and elegance, devoid of any hint of hysteria or powerless rage.
“…”
The moment she sensed our presence, Urasiru’s gaze turned toward us. What puzzled me was that she did not look at either Kefir or Nilu; her eyes were fixed on me.
A sudden jolt ran through me, but the unfolding script clarified everything.
[Urasiru has been defeated.]
It felt strange that this nun, who had once held the upper hand with her “domain,” had suddenly “lost.” However, I shook my head and pushed the thought aside. There were still too many secrets about her waiting to be uncovered, and we had to “clean up the battlefield.”
“Kefir.”
But in the next moment, before we could even ask, Uralisle had already struggled to rise. This time, she was too weak to resist; she simply wanted to stand up.
Then, she spoke to us, to Kephiel, a string of strange words.
“You truly are… a pitiful child. From the moment you were favored at birth until now, all these years have only yielded a response worse than zero. Why do you always stray from the answers the great goddess has guided you towards, even forsaking the last chance I offered you to remedy your path…”
Such content was beyond my understanding, even with the script in hand, let alone for Kephiel!
“The ‘judgment’ you speak of is ‘remedy’? Don’t make me laugh! It’s you who has lost your mind, isn’t it!?”
In response to Kephiel, Uralisle wore a smile on her disheveled face, as if mocking Kephiel’s confusion and displeasure.
“Kephiel, dear Kephiel, you are the destined child, enjoying supreme grace and rewards. You could have become a legend in everyone’s eyes; even the so-called ‘saints’ would be beneath you. Ah… why let trivial emotions cloud your judgment? Why hand over your future to others, severing your own potential?”
“Why do you defy the goddess’s will? Why must it be this way? The great goddess laments, grieves, and weeps for you. Everything has already been arranged for you, yet you insist on stepping into the trap prepared for you… a trap you don’t even want!!”
Uralisle struggled to stand, and even though that was all she could do, it still made Kephiel take a step back in panic.
“What… are you saying?”
Kephiel seemed only half-understanding, but I grasped it! After all, I knew the “script.”
If I were to force Uralisle’s words into the context of the “script,” it was as if she was scolding Kephiel for not being obedient, as if saying “Kephiel had a script already arranged for her”!
The subsequent content of the script tightened my heart even more!
【The self-disciplined fairy within the church has never existed.】
The script’s content would gradually clarify, leading to the “ending of the main storyline.” If what Uralisle just said was indeed the “final main storyline ending” for Kephiel here, then it was as if it was saying, “Because Kephiel did not follow the arranged content, she would end up with nothing in the end”!?
Just as I hesitated whether to tell Kephiel about this, Uralisle, propped up by her scythe, had already turned towards Nilu! Her attitude towards Nilu was different from that towards Kephiel; it was an anger that should not exist.
“Nilu, why do you still resist? Why do you defy the will of order? Why haven’t you atoned for your sins?”
Still a string of words I couldn’t comprehend, sounding like accusations of our recent actions within the church, but… was it really just that?
After a moment of silence, Nilu looked at me, and my intuition told me that something was different about her now, yet I couldn’t quite grasp this feeling.
“Because I want to obtain what is mine, and no one can stop me. It was so before, and even more so now. Do you think you can interfere with me!?”
The next moment, Nilu made an unusual move.
I saw her raise a hand, and the just-standing Urasilu was blown away, crashing back to the ground!
More than Nilu’s somewhat rough and reckless action, what I cared about was the script that appeared at that moment: [Nilu has found her secret.]
Earlier, when Kephiel was absent, Nilu had already explained to me her reason for wanting to stay by our side: she wanted to reclaim the “secret” within her by spending time with me, and with the appearance of the script just now, it seemed Nilu had already “found something.”
But why did Nilu suddenly become so irritable after “knowing”? I wanted to look further, but the script offered no more content, and since I had no opportunity to ask, I could only bury my thoughts for the time being.
“Nilu, stop these outbursts. Before any unnecessary witnesses sense something is happening here, quickly have Jias use ‘Command’ to resolve it.”
Nilu turned to look at me, appearing no different from usual, but… to be honest, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something “new” in the way Nilu was gazing at me.
Ha… perhaps it’s best not to dwell on such illusions of life.
“Yes.”
Nilu’s response interrupted my wandering thoughts, but the next moment… what appeared was not a conclusion that would put me at ease!
[Urasilu escapes.]
The moment this line appeared in the script, I sensed something was off. However… Nilu’s earlier outburst that had “blown away” Urasilu became the most fatal foreshadowing.
By the time the three of us looked over, a “door” I was all too familiar with had already opened behind Urasilu.
“Three of you, if you continue like this, there will be no good outcome.”
Urasilu, propped up by her scythe, seemed to have anticipated this. After dropping such a somewhat impotent and furious remark, she was pulled inside by someone! The moment Nilu’s fairy flew past, the “door” that had suddenly appeared before us closed, as if Urasilu, the nun, had never been here at all.
Kephiel immediately tightened her grip on the sword, but it was already too late for any action. Moreover, rather than regret, what Kephiel and Nilu felt more was astonishment.
Because…
“That kind of magic just now, wasn’t it that Ludwig’s…”
“Yes.”
I nodded, and at the same time, the script appeared.
[Ludwig Rescued Urasiru.]
The situation was such that my anxiety was no longer solely about Ludwig’s escape.
One was the troublemaking elven swordmaster Ludwig, comparable to a neutral wild monster, while the other was the fanatical elven nun Urasiru, who insisted on invoking the goddess at every turn within the church.
Though both were elves, the identities and environments that separated them were worlds apart…
How on earth did they become connected!?