The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player

Chapter 75.3

It was a ritual between muscle-brained people, after all. I just glanced at it out of curiosity, but I couldn’t help but watch it all the way through, couldn’t I?

Alice…you didn’t grow in that place, huh. I’m normal, by the way.

Whatever the case may be, let’s get this over with. My vision zoomed in as I stared into the distance, and I noticed a luxurious tent in the distance that could accommodate dozens of people.

From there, I saw a haggard looking lady surrounded by a few knights and… Duke Prata? was seen coming out and turning his back and walking away as if in a panic.

I could not let the Duke of Prata run away, but if that woman was the Queen who controlled the Spirit, I definitely couldn’t let her get away as well.

“Set [Gandivam]”

I took out my magic bow Gandivam, grabbed a silver arrow and gave it a big draw as I slowly inhaled.

“–[Enperial]–“

The silver arrow became a pillar of light like a comet, vaporizing the queen’s upper body and the surrounding knights in an instant.

In the aftermath, the Duke of Prata, who was still alive and rolling about, covered in dirt, abandoned his noble appearance and fled, and as I prepared to fire my silver arrow at him, several soldiers rushed up from the Duke of Prata’s side and — oh, he was stabbed.

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“Hiii, kiiiiiiii!!!”

“Your, Your Royal Highness…”

Duke Prata turned pale and took a step back as the queen suddenly burst into foam and collapsed, sobbing and making strange noises as she clutched her throat.

The attendants who had been tending to the queen rushed out to the entrance of the tent as if frightened, and a knight of the Prata family, catching the Duke of Prata’s gaze, slashed down the attendants.

The Demon Lord must have defeated the Queen’s guardian Spirit. After being bound for a long time, the royal guardian Spirit appeared to have lost its power, and the queen’s magic power was not strong enough to begin with, so it could not reveal its true power.

The only exception was Flare, who was able to re-contract with her high magic power, but she was imprisoned under a strict Spirit seal.

The queen could be a source of strength for the soldiers who were terrified of the Demon Lord, and if the terrified maidens made a fuss while he was fleeing, he would be unable to withdraw easily.

“We are retreating. The queen will be brought back as well, so get ready.”

“”Hah?””

Two of the knights lifted the queen, who was still moaning in pain, and the Duke also got ready with the least amount of luggage possible because his knights had been reduced to a bare minimum.

Abel, though young, was second only to Bert the Sword Saint in swordsmanship. He was about to leave the tent and head for the concealed carriage, hoping to retreat in time while he could.

[…!]

Suddenly, a light pierced through, leaving an inaudible scream as the knights vanished, and the queen, with only the lower half of her body shaking, fell over on her side, and the Duke of Prata, who had survived and escaped the line of fire, crawled away, his face twitching in fear.

Then a group of soldiers with cloth covering the lower half of their faces appeared, and Duke Prata’s eyes lit up as he commanded them.

“You there, escort me out of the battlefield!”

One female soldier nodded, approached quietly, drew the dagger from her waist, and stabbed Duke Prata deeply in the abdomen.

“Aghhhh, you, you, you!”

The arm he moved to shake her off smacked the female soldier in the face, revealing her true face.

“Ah, you are Flare’s…”

“I will never forgive you for betraying Flare-sama despite being her family!”

The girl was the daughter of a follower who had been sheltered by Flare during the battle of Royal Capital.

“Let, let me go.”

The girl stepped forward with angry eyes as the Duke of Prata tried to move away, and she thrust her dagger deep into him with a twisting motion. The Duke of Prata finally collapsed, and his life was extinguished.

The girl had defeated one of her intended enemies, and her companions rushed to her.

“”Kuh?””

At that moment, they felt a formidable intimidation as if they were surrounded by a pack of giant dragons, and as they began to wobble to their knees, a shadow in a red dress swooped down on them. The soldiers, who had hidden their faces, gulped nervously as they kneeled in the presence of the [Demon Lord], and the girl from earlier raised a voice as if clinging to her.

“…Ah, even though this is my first time meeting you, I would like to ask a favor. Demon Lord-sama. Please…please save my master, Flare-sama!”