Elsie controlled the fragments inside her body, expelling them through her flesh and blood so that she could stand up properly.
"This must be the worst injury I've ever suffered," Elsie said painfully.
[You can actually control your own flesh and blood? When did you learn that?]
"I don't know, is it innate?" Elsie shook her head, having never suffered an injury of this severity before, as if it were an instinct.
I think you're more disgusting than those gods.
"They've stopped." El thought to the group of Templar cavalry, and they indeed slowed their pace and did not press their advantage.
Are they waiting for something?
Elsie had a bad feeling.
Her injuries will take some time to heal, and she needs to buy herself more time.
"Kaelin?" El looked at the group of Blood Riders behind him. Only half of them were able to stand up, while Kaelin lay in a pool of blood, seemingly unconscious.
On the other side, Connor, holding the Sound of the Waves, was also kneeling on the ground in pain, but he should be out of danger.
The dangerous aura in the distance was getting closer and closer.
The Templar cavalrymen made way for her, and a man holding a greatsword walked towards her.
His eyes shone like the sun, and his face was covered with the stigmata of the Tiran family.
"It's him, isn't it?"
What a coincidence!
“Alan…”
Tilan.
Elsie brandished her longsword, ready to defend herself, but for some reason, her hands were trembling.
【？】
"What's wrong?"
[How come he's level 150?]
"Never mind, it's just a characteristic of the hero's bloodline. My level is still a question mark, but I can fight!"
But... you're shaking?
"I'm excited!"
Elsie began to charge with her sword raised, and Alan also began to swing his greatsword. Wait, why is he swinging his sword when they're so far apart?
"!?!" In Elsie's eyes, the sword in Alan's hand quickly gathered a dazzling light!
The sacred orchid mark on her forehead suddenly shone brightly, and a number of unfamiliar words suddenly flooded her mind.
"The divine artifact... Tiran's Justice... Avoid..."
"!"
A golden storm swept across the entire battlefield in an instant as Allen swung his weapon, like a monstrous, enhanced version of a wind blade!
"Get down!" Elsie shouted to the soldiers behind her.
She hurriedly used the little magic she had left to defend herself, but the fragile defense was torn apart in an instant.
The wind howled in her ears, and she felt intense pain all over her body. Elsie was blown away by the sword wind and rolled straight down to the foot of the city wall.
[Elsie! Are you... dead?]
"..." Elsie lay on the ground, unresponsive, seemingly unconscious.
Holy crap! The difference is huge? Tsk...
[Hey! Ellen is still getting closer, Elsie! Wake up!]
In the distance, Connor, having heard Elsie's shout, ducked to avoid the sword's wind and was now raising the Sound of Waves to stab at Ellen.
But Allen was faster; without even using a sword, he slapped Connor into the ground, knocking him unconscious.
He walked toward Connor, sword in hand, ready to deliver the final blow.
"It hurts..." Elsie opened her eyes and woke up, breathing heavily, with very little strength left in her body.
With his magic power exhausted and his physical strength at rock bottom, this desperate situation would probably be a breeze for other kings, right?
"No, I can't think like that yet. I must at least go north. That's my last hope until all the tragedies are over."
She forced herself to stand up, attracting Allen's attention from afar.
“As expected, you came for me.” Elsie noticed Ellen’s gaze.
Numb and heartless, unable to evoke even the slightest emotion in him!
"Is destruction the only outcome without a foundation of emotion?"
"Unfortunately, I seem to be at a disadvantage." Elsie looked at the broken longsword in her hand and the damaged armor on her body.
Then compare it to the artifact in Alan's hands in the distance, and the pile of heirloom-level equipment on his body.
Unless she is at her peak, there is absolutely no chance of a fight.
so……
"Is that all?" Lightning flashed in Elsie's eyes, and the surrounding world began to darken slightly.
Natural disasters...storms...
The extraordinary power unique to the monarch was also her last resort.
【Ah, using Storm here? What are you going to do next?】
"Once he's dead, there's no need to worry about what happens afterward. Let's deal with him first."
Perhaps we could try something else?
"?"
[Didn't you tell me to pay attention to your stigmata? (Sound of potato chips cracking) The bad news is, the stigmata doesn't provide any useful bonuses.]
The good news is that your Stigmata is a chain that needs something to unlock.
The even better news is that I think I know how to unlock it.
"You'd better hurry up and tell me." Elsie noticed that Ellen was starting to charge at her with her sword raised.
She doesn't have the strength to fight him right now.
[Your stigmata is the Saint Yarrow Orchid, but where did you first hear about the Saint Yarrow Orchid?]
"?"
It was… Trisna’s description, the story she told those soldiers.
The head of the Hia family in one generation presented Tilan with a Saint Yarrow orchid, praising Tilan's courage.
"so……"
What's the point of this?!
Allen was already charging right in front of her! She didn't even have the strength to dodge!
The narration misled me!!!
“Count Ellen!” Suddenly, a voice came from behind her. It was Kelyat!
He rode his horse towards Allen, crying out in alarm, "She's your daughter!!!"
"Kelyat!" Elsie charged towards Ellen first, the broken sword in her hand so dazzling.
[Elsie, the conditions for activating the Stigmata may be...]
Alen's greatsword changed direction and slashed at Elsie!
Elsie also raised her broken sword to defend, even though she knew she couldn't stop it, even though she knew she could have simply stood aside and used Storm to end this ridiculous mess.
But it was as if a voice was stimulating her right next to her ear.
"You knew you were doomed, so why didn't you wait for a better opportunity?"
It is not only meaningless but also extremely foolish to cause more deaths!
but……
In that instant, she realized that she had never honestly listened to anyone's seemingly wise words, so why should she have to obey them?
...
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, as Elsie's broken sword clashed with Aron's greatsword in the glow of the setting sun.
The Saint Yarrow Orchid stigma on her forehead emitted a brilliant light, activating together with the stigma on Allen's face!
A flash of golden lightning streaked across the blade, and the invisible golden buds on the Ellen Greatsword froze instantly.
The broken sword seemed to hear some ancient call.
as if……
This is the swan song before the story ends.
The narration pop-up also flashed before Elsie's eyes, leaving behind the final words.
【courage. 】
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