Looking back, she experienced something called a 'miracle' in surviving until then.
Bad luck always followed.
Amelia, a woman who became a warrior at just 26 years old, thought as she held her sword.
-Kagaga River!
The two iron swords collided and sparks flew. A violent tremor spread up to his arms, and the power contained in that single sword conveyed his sincerity.
Auror.
Even if it hits armor, it can easily break bones, and just wrapping it around a fist has a destructive power similar to that of a blunt iron weapon. If you were to wear something like that with an iron sword, which was already a weapon, your body parts could be cut off even if it wasn't a vital area.
But unlike those efforts.
"Kahak…!"
Suddenly, the sword blade of a comrade who came from behind pierced my lungs, and blood poured out as if my throat was split.
He is close to 170cm tall, and his sharply forged blade penetrates the gaps in his armor. Just by hearing the sound of the skin being torn along with blood, it was clear that only a small portion had been torn away.
If it had hit my neck or a vital area, I would have died instantly.
"Don't think too badly. It is the king's order."
However, more than the overwhelming pain, the throbbing pain inside her chest made her stare at them with tearful eyes.
The warrior's companions were mostly composed of nobles. This is because most talented people are excellent talents who have gone through the academy and grown with support from good families.
However. In fact, Amelia, the warrior, was from a commoner background.
She is a talented person brought from the countryside to a sanctuary looking for the qualities of a warrior. Ultimately, her roots are from the lowly. In their eyes, she came from an extremely humble background, lost her mother and father before her eyes, and the only assets she had were her strong mind and tenacity.
Even in the knighthood she joined later, she continued to be bullied every day.
It was just a body with qualities. In the eyes of the nobles, he was nothing more than a commoner who was trying to get closer to them. Because of his vaguely famous talent, their envy and jealousy followed him.
"No way, you are a genius. Did you really think you would stand in that position for a long time?"
"…"
At such a mocking remark, Amelia was pushed further and further into the corner on unsteady legs. Both arms had cuts that looked as if they had already been hacked to pieces, and blue bruises that looked like they were covered in fungus.
The arm looked quite ugly, covered in blood, sawdust, and bruises. If I leave it like this, will I be able to hold the sword again?
They probably launched such a vicious attack on purpose to prevent me from holding a sword again.
This was the result of her former colleagues on the train all targeting her.
"…."
"Puuu, you. What is your expression now?"
"…Cl, Leah."
"Why? Are you feeling unfair? Are you just angry?"
Burr, Amelia's fists are shaking.
It was strange that I didn't feel unfair. Just because of their low status and because they were orphans who lost their parents.
It wasn't enough to be pushed out of the position he had built up with blood and tears by dedicating his entire life to it.
The cold reality that even those she trusted was all a play wearing masks was so unfair that she could not accept it at all.
It's so bad that tears that normally don't come out well up without me even realizing it.
'… why.'
She barely held the sword and blinked her eyes blankly at the edge of the cliff.
Not a day or two, but a whopping 8 years.
With the mindset of trying to become a proper warrior, I ran while beating myself up. Is there any way that it won't be hard to work hard just because you're a candidate for a hero? This was only possible because he had superhuman strength to overcome the pain.
However, even that steely spirit began to have its limits.
"…"
However. All that she had built was carelessly destroyed as a pastime for the nobles.
A war hero abandoned by his country? What good is that? It looks like he was kicked out of the country and died.
Even in the foreign country she escaped to, she would be everyone's traitor. I don't even have the connections to treat this serious injury. In other words, even if she 'miraculously returns from here alive', she will have to live with the aftereffects of today for the rest of her life. This is what it means to live as a disabled person.
That fact mercilessly shattered Amelia's last hope.
The princess looked down at Amelia, taking out a handkerchief and covering her mouth as if disgusted by the blood that had splattered inside the room.
"Maybe it's because he's a natural. Do you make the area around your room dirty even before you die?"
Nevertheless, Amelia miserably held the holy sword that had fallen from her stumbling body once again in her hand.
I wanted to become a warrior. When everyone else laughs at and flirts with the person who is not discriminated against by the wall of social status, and is a gifted person. She swung her sword. That's why I always believed that a miracle had come.
Dreaming only of that one place, I gave everything I had to the flower that would only come once in my life.
But – now, it's all over.
The fruits of her perseverance, enduring all kinds of criticism and ridicule. In the end, it was trampled by their feet and withered away.
okay. The princess in front of me broke it without thinking.
At least, the war is over. For the idiotic reason that orphaned warriors like this are no longer needed.
It was only then that the anger-filled rage came out of my mouth.
"....Rotten nobles."
"A born orphan like you always says that."
The princess standing in front of her covered the corners of her mouth that were raised in a vulgar manner with a mocking sneer. Soon, the sound of the knights who had always been looking at Amelia intently from behind could be heard licking their lips.
Feeling those gazes, Amelia grabbed the end of her clothes with trembling fists.
"So… cut the tendons of the arms and legs and throw them here?"
"After all, isn't it better to cut off the head?"
"This is a place full of large monsters. It would be perfect for a bitch who is nothing without a holy sword to be eaten. I heard that adventurers who are taken by orcs other than goblins are more miserable. I hope you survive."
Amelia glared at her in mockery that made her teeth tremble.
The princess, who met those eyes, pouted as if it was ridiculous, sneered, walked up to Amelia, and pulled her hair.
"Do you know what this poison is?"
"…"
There was no way I didn't know.
A poison that slowly rots the human body. It is said that executions were carried out using that method in the past, but it was banned because the method was so cruel.
"Why? Are you scared?"
Amelia glared at her with eyes trembling with anger.
However, she soon looked disappointed and poured all of the liquid on Amelia's head and continued.
"I thought you would show a funny expression at the end… but I guess it's because you're a natural. It's not much different from killing a slave."
The poison dripping down Amelia's silver hair.
…No, this is not poison.
From the beginning. She was just doing it to play with Amelia.
Amelia was crying and probably played with whether or not it would come under her feet.
However, seeing Amelia still stubbornly holding on, she has only one decision to make.
"Hans, just cut off all the branches of that guy."
"Okay."
As the car slowly approached, a huge double-edged ax dragged on the ground slowly approached.
The wounds seemed to be burning.
The poison the princess spoke of is all here. It had already been applied to the armor of her colleagues.
At least someone wants her to live here. It probably meant that there was no one there.
"…"
The moment I close my eyes tightly-
!!!!!!!!!!!-
Suddenly, the train shook and a shout was heard.
-There was a demon on the train!!
-Damn it, what on earth is Saizen doing!
-Wait a minute, starting with the hero…!
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Squeezing the last of her strength, Amelia jumped out of the train.
The problem is, the place where I jumped off was a steep cliff.
At the same time, she fell off the cliff virtually bare-body, without any safety protection.
"Ah, ah! Ugh…-"
My vision was distorted several times, and I had bruises all over my body.
How many times did I have to fall and hit again and again? Amelia, who fell like trash in the grass, looked up at the sky and put her trembling hands in the air.
I have no idea what her physical condition is right now.
The ribs were not sound, and so were the other bones. Even if you don't have to say it from your mouth, it will come out loud. Blood was flowing out, and not only was my internal and external organs twisted, but all my muscles were screaming.
Even though I fell off that cliff with my bare body without magical power, it ended like this. It's probably close to a miracle.
Amelia, who was thinking about that, soon burst into laughter at her own situation.
"Haha…Hahahaha, this. A miracle…?"
Shootaaa-
My ears are deafened by the raindrops dripping onto my face, soaking the ground.
Dark clouds slowly gather and I start to cry. It was as if they were laughing at her pitiful appearance.
She felt the sheath on her waist belt that was now empty, and amidst the beeping sound, she forced herself to lie down and try to get up, but-
Cheolpudeok.
My body, which was completely destroyed, did not even allow that.
Blood stuck to the floor and the scent of blood so strong that it stung the tip of your nose.
"…ugh."
There is no feeling in the arms and legs.
Because the mana circuit was completely burned out. I didn't even have the strength left to stand up properly.
If things continue like this, you will either be eaten by wild animals or just die. It's probably one of two things.
My heart is pounding. My whole body feels like a ball of fire.
However, even in the searing heat, blood had already formed in puddles around her abdomen and arms, as if to prove that more and more blood was being lost.
"…"
My hands are shaking.
She had forgotten the feeling of fear ever since she picked up the sword, but at this moment, she could not escape the feeling of fear that felt like needles were pricking her whole body.
The feeling of slowly dying.
My vision has become blurry, and the pain has reached the point where I can barely feel it.
"…"
I raised my hand to survive.
All her efforts were in vain, even to the point where she wasn't even allowed to crawl.
There was no time left to even lift a finger.
"…Ugh,"
Let's realize that. It drove a nail into her already broken heart.
It felt like my body was torn into a thousand or ten thousand pieces.
Wasn't this a place that was created somehow?
As soon as I reached that position I thought was honorable-
To be betrayed and abandoned even by the country I dedicated my life to.
Just thinking about that made me feel like there was a big hole in the center of my chest.
The tip of my nose became numb, and the tears that flowed mixed with the blood from the wound.
A feeling as if there was a big hole in my heart.
A warrior who gave his life to his country is not buried in an honorable place.
At least I couldn't even rest properly in front of the warm stove.
It's like throwing away a worn out blade and replacing it with a new one.
In a deep forest where monsters haunt.
she was abandoned
Even if you don't want to give up hope.
This is deep in the forest where monsters come from.
Not even people or wild animals come here.
Even if the adventurer miraculously passes through this place, by then the monsters who have gathered there after smelling the blood will have torn their limbs to pieces and digested them.
If things continue like this, I might get eaten by a demonic beast. He would be kidnapped and killed by those who followed him after finding his traces. In the worst case, as Clea said, she could have been dragged by intelligent monsters like orcs and raped to the brink of death before she died.
The moment I realized that,
A cold feeling suddenly entered my chest.
It was implicitly telling me that I would die soon.
Her heart was gradually breaking down.
When everyone was reveling in their victory, they locked themselves in the training ground with their swords in hand.
Just to be among the candidates for the next warrior, she had to put in a tremendous amount of effort.
I became the warrior I wanted to become for so long.
It's like this.
"…"
What are you saying? I have no words.
My vision is dizzy.
'…so painful.'
Both body and mind.
Because he felt like everything he had done up to this point had been denied.
'… it's hard.'
As she lay down on the floor, she looked up at the sky and thought.
No matter how hard you try, it can't be done.
Even though I kept ignoring it until now. That was an obvious fact for her, who was born as an orphan.
Because that was reality.
No, actually, I already knew.
Regardless of how hard you try, this is what will happen in the end.
For her, she was labeled as a commoner and an orphan. The wall of natural talent and their eyes was too high to overcome.
'… It wasn't an appropriate place anyway, I guess.'
if. Outstanding talent, noble lineage. If only one of her talents had been given to her.
Has something changed?
Meanwhile.
– Chubbuk.
A man appeared from the bushes.
He said, slowly walking towards her.
"…Are you a hero? I'm alive… but this is bad."
"Well,… big!"
As soon as he heard that, the warrior reflexively stood up and raised his head.
At the same time, he cried out, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he collapsed again.
Even while her head was spinning, Amelia was only trying to find a way to survive here.
That man's eyes are red, and it is not easy to find yourself abandoned in a forest overflowing with monsters like this.
Moreover, this place is deep in the forest where even adventurers do not set foot.
In other words, that man is not human.
Even if it's human. If it was anyone on that train, she would be dead right now.
The thought of having to run away immediately rang an alarm in my head, but it had been a long time since my arms and legs stopped listening.
….You can't run away.
She gathered the dirt with her trembling fists and lowered her eyes with a pitiful look.
"No…no, please…don't…"
The last thing left was a plea.
She was very afraid.
It was a life that I had just given up on, but I was taken by them and abused in all kinds of cruel ways, and living the life of a plaything who could not even die. Because it presented a fear greater than death.
The man, who saw her writhing like a caterpillar and running away, approached her step by step and grabbed her breasts.
– Casting casting.
"Sigh…! Ugh…"
Even though I writhe in shame, I cannot resist.
A man massages her untouched virgin breasts as if admiring her like that.
"…This is serious. I can't do it."
Within.
Suddenly-
With a short cutting sound.
The woman's vision went dark.