Chapter 172: The Girl Named Meldiana (2)

Why, why, even you go to a place my hands do not reach.

You go to a place strong and glittering, a place the likes of me absolutely cannot reach.

I cannot allow, jealous, fail. She ends up wishing only that kind of thing.

She wants to pull feet and drag down, to her own place, smear a shining star with mud and degrade to the same value as herself.

Ah. How ugly.

Why, why, why? If she cannot she cannot, why can she not bless someone. Even though other everyone do so.

"Ugu, ue, e. gu, uuuu. Uuuuu!"

Ah, ah, ah. Everything becomes hateful.

Ah, why does she only envy people.

Why can she not cheer a friend’s growth from the heart.

If with this she could come to hate Doris Stan that would have been fine.

But for Meldiana she was a precious friend.

Because in this castle the only one who did not direct a gaze Meldiana Calmate is an existence who can do nothing. Because she looked as an equal friend.

Not a cripple only protected, because she treated as one friend. She cannot possibly come to hate.

Precisely because of that she thinks her growth from the heart happy-jealous, love-hate.

A feeling of emotions of like and dislike that never mix stagnating guru-guru. Ah, why is it this hard to breathe?

"As information alone, convenient."

He appeared when she was crying that way.

A white-haired man wrapped in jet black. Red pupils are directed at Meldiana as if appraising.

"Hi."

She does not understand what kind of human he is.

She does not understand, but at least that he is not a proper human Meldiana could also understand.

Frightening, scary, someone. She tried to shout and closed her mouth.

If she dies here maybe that is fine.

Because she thought so.

If, if even by Doris she is looked at with eyes a lower rank, a princess who can do nothing, a cripple, scary, scary scary scary, to a degree she wants to gouge out her own heart from now.

I hate it, I am not a cripple. The body moves, she can even swing a sword, she is good at running. If only magical power of light does not involve.

Everyone has organs she does not have, and with that benefit they can swing swords far far more lightly than herself, run far far faster.

Ah, why does she not have that.

Ah, why does she not have light.

But if killed by this violent man here she can finish without worrying this way.

She can finish without being thought lower rank by Doris in a not-far future.

Then surely this person is a savior.

An existence who saves her out, thinking that Meldiana smiled.

Please kill miserably.

Because she wants the evaluation of a crippled princess who can do nothing painted over with the evaluation of a pitiful sad victim.

"...? What are you, that kind of thing."

At the figure of Meldiana putting on a smile the man narrowed his pupils suspiciously, but nodded as if convinced of something.

"Discharging stagnation in the form of beasts of darkness. I understood this world is that kind of system... I see, you are a sign before collapse."

A black-clothed man nodding as if convinced alone.

What on earth is he saying.

"I see, convenient. Aa, Meldiana Calmate. You are useful."

"...E?"

She thought mishearing.

A convenient auditory hallucination.

But the white-haired man puts on a cruel smile.

"I, Alter Native, will use you, think gratefully."

He will use power.

This Meldiana Calmate has value.

That person certainly said.

Words never said even once since birth. Words she wanted someone to say even once.

"I, I am."

Ah, yes. With only that it was enough.

This person is surely a high-handed person, an evil person, maybe not a correct person.

But precisely because of that she thought the words now are true.

Because it was conveyed he thought from the heart useful so use.

"Can I really be useful to you?"

(Ah. At that time that person was putting on a very confused expression.)

What is this young girl saying, does she not understand the situation?

But Alter immediately taught the way of using power.

Power of darkness, its way of manipulating.

Black twin blades, their way of swinging.

Beside that he sought the body.

Apparently to certainly carve who is above or below, but only this one point was strange.

Because the girl named Meldiana Calmate from the day she met intended to offer everything to Alter Native.

See, who is above was decided long ago.

And yet Alter only looks this way as if doubting.

Ah, surely the way of serving is still insufficient.

Therefore she desperately works hard works hard works hard. But that was not hard at all.

Because if she succeeds he acknowledged. You did well, he evaluated Meldiana that way. As I thought you are useful.

Because if she fails he scolded. After that he immediately listed the reasons for failure. This degree you should have noticed yourself.

Only that kind of thing was happier than anything, a treasure for Meldiana Calmate.

You cannot do anything anyway.

Alter never directed that kind of gaze at Meldiana even once.

As I thought you are useful, there was no madness in my eyes. That way grandly, viciously, yet without lie or falsehood he raised the mouth corner.

Therefore there was no hesitation in betraying that world.

...Only Doris.

Only betraying an opponent she can call a friend she hesitated a little.

The eyes why were very painful and hard, but she cannot possibly say sorry.

She betrayed by her own will, stabbed her by her own will. For the Magician Diabolic named Alter Native.

And rather than remaining thought a crippled princess who can do nothing, better hated as an evil traitor. Better thought an enemy who should be defeated. That side is still more equal.

After that the heart did not hurt.

She felt Grace unconsciously looking down on this side, and Altina looks this way with eyes of family who should be cared for.

She fully understands there was no malice in the two, and trying to protect a princess who can do nothing is surely a correct thing.

But she does not care.

Meldiana who was about to drown and die in that correctness has no reason to hesitate destroying them.

Thus everything went well.

Abducted Princess Altina, confined, trained. Dropped her heart to darkness, for Alter to obtain light.

It was smooth.

Forcibly scattered virginity, made a man who became a Monster Villain she secretly held feelings for violate by force and shattered the heart. In between give candy.

Not an act only painful and disgusting, sometimes gently. Delicately caress so she pants herself, and after reaching point out that shallowness.

If she gets used to pain with pleasure, if she gets used to pleasure with pain, slowly break the heart, the body. Lewdly, to darkness, to make an easy-to-handle piece.

Surely one more step.

The body she had broken long ago. After that only the heart.

At that kind of time she appeared.

Sacred strongest.

Sacred Saber, Leas Lott.

She who launched a raid on the base right before Sacred Princess falls was properly group-beaten.

Natural. Someone of Sacred coming to rescue is within assumption. Alter had no carelessness. He met with a perfect state.

But he did not know.

Awakening of light. That explosive power.

Giving a deep wound, shaving stamina, making a proper judgment she can no longer move properly beyond this, declaring my victory, and everything overturned with only the power of feeling.

Not strategy much less tactics, with only personal bravery Alter was defeated.

What he could do was only making Altina a decoy and fleeing.

Twisting a face full of confidence with pain, the right eye cut and crushed by the spring’s holy sword, dripping blood without healing, even so somehow transferred to Remora and collapsed.