Carla’s turn.
As I think it is late but there are cruel expressions.
“Carla… what do you intend to do?!”
Count Leicester was shocked by the sight of his daughter, silhouetted against the moonlit night sky.
Carla, receiving her father’s voice of hatred shouted at his daughter, wore a bright smile as if enraptured by the song of a small bird.
Carla had burned to death the magicians of the magician corps who were trying to confront the demons and launch an attack. Even if father and daughter were at odds, attacking his subordinates was a clear act of treason against the state. Putting aside what he had done, he was furious that someone bearing the name of the Leicester family had done it.
However, Carla looked down at her father from the sky with a mocking expression at his attitude of criticizing her as if it were natural.
“Oh my, am I getting caught in the crossfire? I thought you wanted to ‘play’ with me.”
“You…!”
Ignace, Count Leicester, couldn’t suppress his grinding teeth at Carla’s flippant remark, after surviving that barrage.
Even the magicians who had just had their comrades killed were unable to move and held their breath in the abnormal atmosphere, different from the battlefield.
The girl floating in the sky, smiling gently but emitting a sinister killing intent from her entire body, with her pale skin like that of a dead person, resembled the “Grim Reaper” she had read about in picture books when she was a child.
“…”
In the midst of this, Ignace, hiding one hand behind his back, gave instructions to some of his court magicians who were his subordinates.
Several men who received the instructions began to move silently, and one of them… a black-haired young man, with a distorted smile on his face while trembling, was out of Carla’s sight.
(…Carla)
The young man had no intention of allowing Carla’s existence. More than being a court magician under the control of the Leicester family, he had a reason why he had to kill Carla.
The Leicester family had three sons. But they followed their father’s idea of using their daughter for experiments, and were killed by their sister in retaliation. If they had lived, they would now be court magicians like the young man, walking the path to glory.
Magicians do not simply compete for attack power or flamboyance. Strategy, intrigue, and even negotiation are all part of a magician’s power, and the magician’s goal is to know the depths of knowledge.
Court magicians are those who believe in the power of comprehensive wisdom. In particular, noble magicians often sought this power of wisdom. It was unforgivable that a monster who only sought violent power killed the next generation of court magicians.
But more than that, he could not forgive the existence of his “sister” who had instilled fear in him.
No matter what outrageous acts Carla, who had become the royal family’s fiancé, committed, the court magicians could not directly lay their hands on her, who was related to the royal family. All they could do was assassination through assassin guilds or poisoning, but Carla survived all of them.
But now it was different. The Crown Prince had been deposed, and Carla had lost the protection of the royal family.
This was a battlefield. It would be difficult to question who died at whose hands. Especially in Carla’s case, there was no one to protect her.
If Carla, who was holding back the demons, were to die here, the damage might increase, but for the young man, killing Carla was more important than the damage caused by the demons.
In order to make Carla’s death look like an accident, the court magicians under the command of the Leicester family, led by the black-haired young man, aimed at Carla floating in the sky. The young man hid behind the general magicians, as if to match the other court magicians, and fired magic at Carla.
“–Flame Javelin–”
At the same time as he fired, more than a dozen attack spells were fired at Carla from the surroundings… but.
“—!?”
All the attack spells passed through Carla, and the Illusion floating in the sky disappeared as if swaying.
“Oh, you were here.”
“What!?”
The black-haired young man tried to jump back with a pale face at Carla, who suddenly appeared behind him, but Carla’s hand grabbed the young man’s arm faster than that.
“…Uaaaaagyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
The flames overflowing from the inside of the white hand burned the young man’s arm. Carla, gazing lovingly at the screaming young man, shook the arm that had been torn off and turned to charcoal, showing it to her father.
“Look, brother, you have the same thing as your beloved father.”
The black-haired young man was Carla’s second brother, the only one who had survived.
Nine years ago, the young man, whose brothers had been killed, feared his abnormal sister and was unable to approach the house, becoming mentally ill, and had been waiting for an opportunity for revenge ever since.
His burned arm was the same part that his father Ignace had burned by Carla a few months ago, and Ignace, pressing down on his left arm that had not yet regenerated, widened his eyes in anger at the wickedness of his daughter, who shook that arm like a toy and laughed innocently.
“Kill Carlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
The court magicians, feeling fear at Ignace’s scream to kill his daughter without caring about appearances, began chanting magic.
They were not unaware of Carla’s strength. But at the same time, they were also well aware of her fragility. If they could land just one blow, Carla would die. That was why they chose to attack without hesitation, even while understanding the threat.
Carla was strong. But that was the strength of a mercenary who only knew how to fight, unlike the wise magicians they revered, and they looked down on and despised Carla in the depths of their hearts.
But–Carla’s strength, honed to kill many on her own, was beyond their comprehension.
“—Gih.”
Without even having time to scream, they were pierced by Lightning along with the magician they had used as a shield, and several people behind them collapsed with their internal organs burned.
“S-shoot!”
One of the court magicians, seeing this, raised his voice in dismay and fired a Guillotine, which was intercepted by a magician caught by Carla’s Ice Whip, who became an ice statue shield, and the electric shock released from behind stopped the hearts of the magicians over a wide area.
“Lightning here too!”
“That will harm the others!”
A magician who still had some reason left hesitated at the words of the confused court magician. Area magic could not be used on Carla, who was constantly moving to places where people were.
“Damn you!”
The court magician, who spat out not hatred but pure malice, drew a dagger and attacked Carla, who had appeared nearby.
However, Carla was not just a magician. Carla, who had learned martial arts and Body Enhancement to continue fighting alone, and had gained Thought Acceleration through advanced Mana Control, lightly dodged the attack and burned the head of the man she had grabbed.
“Increase the number of attacks! If it hits, you’ll die!”
The magicians, who were being killed one after another, gave up on high-power magic fueled by anger and switched to level 1 magic.
General magicians close to the nobles, who could not escape due to their position, also joined in, and small-scale attack magic rained down on Carla like rain.
“–Hurricane–”
However, all of them were repelled by the Hurricane swirling around Carla, and the unlucky ones who were caught up in it were swept up into the sky, and even the attack magic that had slipped through was defended by the hem of Carla’s silvery dress, leaving not a single scorch mark on the silvery fabric.
“Fufu”
Carla dances alone in the blood and death of the people, saying that she doesn’t need unskilled opponents before dancing with the real thing.
She pinches the hem of her dress with one hand to fend off Fire Arrows, and Lightning strikes out as if shaking off an offered hand of invitation.
“Get out of the way! Fireball!”
“Your Excellency!?”
Ignace fired a Fireball, and the magicians who saw it screamed.
He called out. But in terms of timing, there was no time for those around Carla to escape.
Ignace was a Rank 5 Flame Magician and had absolute confidence in his fire magic. He was even confident that he could kill a Rank 5 monster at this distance and timing.
Even so, the reason he dared to say it out loud in a position where Carla could hear him was to block Carla’s escape route by using the magicians who were trying to escape as a wall.
Carla, with a faint smile on her face at the inhumanity of using not only her own child but even her own subordinates as tools, grabbed the crouching thing that had escaped the Hurricane’s damage while jumping down, and threw it with all her might using Body Enhancement and Weight.
“There!”
“—!?”
The brother of Carla, whom she had thrown, let out a voiceless scream, colliding in mid-air with the approaching Fireball, scattering sparks and flames like fireworks.
Dooooom!!
Amidst the scattering flames and heat, those who were too slow to escape screamed in agony. Carla, protected by a wind barrier, smoothed her disheveled black hair with her fingers, a result of the scorching heat from her own flames, and smiled at Ignace, whose skin had been burned by the same heat.
“Oh dear, it seems the successor is gone. We’ll have to start over again, Father.”
“Don’t you get carried away!!”
Ignace shouted back at Carla’s jesting words.
With all his sons dead and even his own brothers eliminated by his schemes, only he and Carla remained of the Leicester main family line.
He had no intention of handing over even a scrap of the Leicester Count Estate’s time-honored traditions and magic documents to any branch families. But the reality of his own life and the Leicester family being extinguished by the hand of his daughter, whom he had used as a disposable experiment, filled Ignace with fear and rage.
“Don’t be ridiculous, don’t be ridiculous, don’t be ridiculous!! How could it be possible for me and the Leicester family to be crushed by an experimental animal like you?!”
Ignace, beside himself, roared as he gathered a vast amount of Mana in his remaining right arm and pointed it towards the sky. As if mocking even that, Carla spread her hands, charged with Mana, like wings.
““—Fireball—””
Father and daughter simultaneously unleashed Fireballs at each other.
Carla surpassed him in Mana quantity, while Ignace surpassed her in skill. The two Fireballs collided, but this time they did not explode. Instead, all the power, restrained by their respective Mana, swirled in the space between them.
“Uooooooooh!!”
Ignace poured Mana into the attack as if filled with hatred. Whether it was due to the difference in experience or the result of his obsession, the power began to tilt slightly towards Carla. Just as Ignace, his face covered in sweat, managed a slight smile—
““—Fireball—””
Carla unleashed a second Fireball with the Mana she had been gathering in her left hand, doubling the power and directing all the flames towards Ignace.
“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Ignace’s scream echoed in the night. Perhaps he had been wearing Mithril armor like Carla, as Ignace was still alive even amidst those flames.
However, only his torso and head were protected, and he writhed in agony, unable even to stand.
Thud…
“As expected, Father. I’m glad you’re alive.”
Carla, approaching with the sound of her heels crunching on the scorched gravel, spoke cheerfully to her dying father.
“…Stop it, please stop. I did it for the Leicester family…”
“I’ve heard that countless times since I was a child, so that’s enough.”
Carla interrupted Ignace’s words and gently placed the heel of her Mithril high heel on Ignace’s head.
“Stop…”
Just as Carla was about to put strength into her leg—
“Please wait, Carla-sama!”
“…What is it?”
As Carla turned her gaze slightly, the magician who had initially tried to dissuade Ignace and was attacked by his subordinates was approaching, supported by someone who seemed to be a companion.
“That person… Count Leicester, I’ve heard rumors that he has done terrible things to you. However, after the battle with the demons, someone like the Count will be necessary!”
The administration of a nation cannot be done with purity alone. If the Royal Capital has been damaged, there is no guarantee that other nations will not see it as a sign of the Kingdom of Claydale’s weakened national power and try to interfere.
If it’s a political matter, the Royal Family and the Prime Minister will somehow manage, but in cases of espionage and sabotage, there may be situations where the scheming power of not only the Shadow Unit but also the Royal Court Magician Corps is needed.
Since he calls Carla “Ojou-sama,” he must be a vassal of the Leicester family or a member of a branch family. His words seemed to be concerned not only with the Leicester family but also with the kingdom itself.
Carla turned not only her gaze but also a gentle face towards him and smiled.
“Fufu. That’s an amusing joke.”
Squish…
Finishing the matter as if crushing an insect without even letting out a scream, Carla brushed the blood that had splattered on her hem as if brushing off raindrops. As she passed by the man who stood frozen with a pale face, she spoke to him briefly.
“Instead of relying on others, why don’t you do it yourself?”
Passing by the man who could say nothing, Carla used 【Clean】 to remove the stains and then leaped back into her “stage.”
“Goodbye, Father. If we meet in hell, let’s play again.”
The conclusion of the Leicester family.
I deliberately didn’t write about Carla’s feelings. It’s impossible to express them in a single word.
Next time, the battle between Nero and Amor, and the battle between Aria and the demon.
The 6th episode of the comic adaptation will be updated tomorrow.
From this month, you can also view it on TO Books’ manga-specialized site, Corona EX.