"I feel like... I didn't fight well."
It must be said that Miss Fíliya was indeed a person with a peculiar way of thinking. After escaping with[Death Evasion Magic], the first thing she did was neither check her own injuries nor observe her surroundings, but rather replay the battle with Solitär in her mind.
Fíliya felt it was a great pity. If she hadn't been so hasty in launching her mental magic, she wouldn't have suffered the backlash. Otherwise, she probably could have exchanged a few more blows with Solitär.
Come to think of it, wasn't there a better opportunity to escape... that moment when Solitär sealed off her space with the condensed mana cannon and the sword formation.
At that time, as long as she didn't use Gold Transformation to block, she would have been teleported away directly.
After all, this Death Evasion Magic was a passive skill; the moment a life-threatening situation occurred, the magic would activate on its own.
But Miss Fíliya at the time chose not to do so, because she still wanted to see just how far she could go fighting against Solitär.
Thinking of this, Fíliya immediately sank her consciousness into her mind. She quickly checked her physical condition, and... the status of that Death Evasion Magic.
This magic was the trump card she had exchanged from the system without hesitation when she first met Solitär. Although the way it was ultimately used was strange, it was, in fact, used on Solitär.
"A five-year cooldown, huh..."
Fíliya felt quite helpless. When she first got this magic, she didn't take this condition seriously, but now that she had actually experienced its death-cheating effect, she immediately began to feel the sting.
From this moment on, for the next five years, she would be without this absolutely safe fallback.
"A shame. I'll have to be more careful when I want to court death from now on."
Fíliya muttered softly to herself, feeling a trace of regret in her heart.
Because she had originally planned to provoke Macht right after cracking his Gold Transformation Magic (Di Agolze), but she ended up fighting Solitär instead.
After a preliminary check of her injuries, Fíliya felt a little relieved.
Her life was not in danger, but she was severely injured, to the point where even shifting her body was exceptionally painful.
So... where am I now...
Damn it...
Fíliya managed to turn over, getting into a prone position on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.
If only she had a little mana left, she wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
At least... could I just block the pain? This really hurts.
She crawled slowly along the ground, clenching her jaw tightly.
She could barely endure this normal pain, but the more she endured it, the more she admired her terrible demon sister.
Back then, she had truly inflicted 20 times the normal sensation of pain on Solitär, yet the other was not disturbed by it in the slightest.
After crawling for a dozen meters or so, Miss Fíliya finally ran out of strength. Her body had dragged a clearly visible trail of blood along the wide, dirt country road.
Now, she could only just lift her head to look into the distance.
"Judging by the architectural style... it seems I've been sent to the central region of the continent..."
She was truly grateful right now, because the place she was teleported to was very close to a human settlement. Fíliya could see it clearly; about a few thousand meters away, there was a small village.
As expected, luck is always on my side...
An unconscious smile appeared at the corners of Fíliya's mouth, and then she immediately tried to move again.
"That place... if I can just get to that place..."
Some fragmented words escaped her lips, as if she wanted to crawl a little further, but she soon chose to give up.
She simply couldn't crawl anymore. It wasn't just a matter of stamina; her eyelids were also growing heavier and heavier.
This is bad... if I pass out just like this... will my life be in danger?
I've read in books that if a seriously injured person falls unconscious, they most likely won't wake up... How can I accept such a boring way to die!
Miss Fíliya's mood plummeted. As it was already late, she didn't dare bet on whether anyone would pass by on this road and pick her up for treatment.
But she truly had no other options now.
Lady Luck... if you're really on my side, then show me another miracle if you can.
Fíliya collapsed completely, her eyes and expression turning self-deprecating. In the second before she completely lost consciousness, she suddenly felt the ground begin to vibrate slightly.
This vibration... was undoubtedly caused by the trampling of horse hooves.
Not only that, but she also sensed the aura of mana gradually approaching her.
There were two mana sources, one of which exuded an experienced aura.
Is it... some adventurer party or merchant caravan passing by?
I remember the people of the Central Nations are quite kind. They wouldn't leave a seriously injured girl like me to die on the roadside, would they?
This really is... a light at the end of the tunnel.
With this thought, Miss Fíliya's vision finally went black, and she collapsed completely at the side of the road.
Miss Fíliya's feeling was undoubtedly correct. Just a few minutes after she fell unconscious, the carriage arrived beside her.
"Lady Frieren... it's just as you said. There really is a mage nearby."
A young girl with long purple hair and purple eyes was the first to peek her head out from inside the carriage, looking curiously at the figure lying on the ground.
"Yes. Although the mage's mana is completely depleted, you can still find them if you search carefully. By the way... Fern, you've been slacking off a bit lately."
Inside the carriage, the elven woman named Frieren was casually engrossed in a grimoire, flipping through its pages without looking up. Even when responding to the purple-haired girl, she didn't shift her gaze at all.
"So... what should we do now? She looks badly hurt."
After pulling her head back into the carriage, the purple-haired girl had a thoughtful expression in her eyes.
Frieren didn't rush to speak. Instead, another person with them, a red-haired boy, couldn't sit still any longer.
"What do you mean, 'what should we do'? Of course we have to save her! Are you two really going to watch a poor, seriously injured girl lie on the roadside and do nothing?"... By the way, Fern, did you get a good look? Is she pretty?"
The red-haired boy's words immediately brought a displeased look to Fern's face.
"What does her being pretty or not have to do with you? Mr. Stark, have you been picking up bad habits from that guy Sein?"
"Uh... no, I was just... curious."
Startled by Fern's glare, Stark immediately lowered his head and began to fidget helplessly with his fingers.
He knew that when the purple-haired girl before him started addressing him by name with an honorific, it meant she was truly angry.
"Well... in any case, we can't just leave her. Let's go take a look."
Just then, Frieren interrupted the boy and girl's further interaction by closing her book, and then led them both out of the carriage.
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