For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.-Chapter 358: A Promise Of A Thousand Years, A Wait Of A Thousand Years (3)

Chapter 358: A Promise Of A Thousand Years, A Wait Of A Thousand Years (3)

It was a dark night.

A narrow world where the only illumination was the torches burning on the castle walls and the magical light bursting from fingertips.

Elisha Sylvan Glenchiel, in the middle of casting a series of spells, let out a shriek.

“Eek! How many are swarming in?! They must have sacrificed most of them to create that cocoon-like thing!”

“Don’t talk nonsense and chant another spell, Elisha! It just feels like there are more because the others aren’t here!”

The Circulating Life’s barrier had already been broken, and the World Tree’s support, which had been helping from time to time, had become scarce.

They were currently holding out by relying solely on the castle walls and the protective magic engraved on them.

The strongest force, the high-level magicians or above, were fighting ahead to hinder the Grotesque Proliferation, as Yandel requested.

It was only natural that the burden on those fighting on the castle walls had increased.

Elisha was well aware of this fact. She knew, but…

“Still, I can’t help but be sick of it! Aren’t you, Carla?!”

“I don’t know! I miss Master more than that!”

“…Don’t keep talking like that;it’s sapping my strength! Yandel will take care of it!”

Even as she said that, Elisha was quite worried about Yandel.

It wasn’t that Elisha’s talent or mana amount was insufficient, but she had always run while looking at a goal far higher than her own level.

She had experienced mana exhaustion and the pain of converting life force into mana several times, so it was easy for her to imagine Yandel’s situation.

However, every time Elisha’s worries about Yandel soared, she forcibly looked away and pulled up her mana.

He asked her to believe in him, so she believed. He made a vow of a thousand years, so she also promised a thousand years of waiting.

That was the love of an elf.

It was indeed a heavy love, but right now, that weight was acting as an anchor, helping them not to be swept away by the rough waves of evil.

Whoosh.

A torrent of water poured out from Elisha’s hand, seeming to push back the enemies, and then a storm that rushed from her other hand blew away those whose posture had been broken at once.

And this series of magic was continuing without rest. Instead of using it once or twice in succession like before and resting, she was continuously firing them indiscriminately.

Not low-level magic, but mid-level magic.

Considering that most mid-level magicians had to give their all to cast one mid-level magic, it was virtually a figure that had half-transcended the limits of their level.

It was thanks to the continuous battles over the past four days that pushed her potential to the limit.

But that didn’t lead the battle to victory.

There were many cultists and monsters absorbed by the Grotesque Proliferation, but most of them were mediocre.

In other words, the ones remaining now were the most elite among the Grotesque Proliferation’s followers.

No matter how quickly she cast magic, there was a limit to Elisha’s magic, which ultimately did not deviate from the firepower of mid-level magic.

And it was Carla who filled that limit.

“…Prominence Flare!”

High-heat flames reminiscent of a small sun burned the front.

The dark world brightened up for a moment, illuminating the surrounding misery, and the reality of the short death throes was revealed.

“Kereureuk!”

“Grotesque Proliferation…!”

A few charred lumps were added to the pile of corpses mixed with allies and enemies alike.

And after a while, the world regained darkness again. The effect of Prominence Flare was over.

No matter how you looked at it, it was too much power to be considered ordinary mid-level magic.

Carla, who ate the dragon heart of a hatchling and received the origin of the Lintblum Breathing Technique from Yandel, like Elisha, had grown one step further in an extreme situation.

However, no matter how great Carla’s magic was, and no matter how good their compatibility with Elisha was, the Evil God’s forces were even more cunning.

“Carla, were there any archbishops among those who just died?”

“No. I caught a bishop and a goblin variant, but the others were quick to notice and pulled back. They threw away their subordinates to buy time.”

“Tsk. I thought we could take one down this time.”

The area of Yggdrasil was already within the reach of the Grotesque Proliferation’s authority. In other words, it meant that buffs were strongly applied to the cultists, and debuffs were strongly applied to the allies.

Thanks to Grimhill and Tumila, Yggdrasil’s personnel, blocking the cardinal-level enemies, they were somehow managing to hold on for now…

As time passed, unlike themselves, who were getting exhausted, the cultists would gradually become stronger.

So they needed to catch even one more high-ranking priest now, however…

“It’s not easy.”

“Although the situation is different, Master did it easily even when he was an intermediate mage, so I thought we could do it if we combined our strength.”

The Evil God’s bizarre authority repeatedly nullified Carla and Elisha’s attacks.

The Grotesque Proliferation’s followers also knew. There was no need to overdo it now.

Tomorrow, they would be more advantageous.

“How much longer can we hold out, Carla?”

“Well… At best, two days? If we’re unlucky, it might collapse today.”

Unless it was something that could be done with the two of them working hard, the other elves had already reached their limit.

In fact, some married elves who had awakened their eyes to the world were already unable to fight properly and were transferred to the rear.

In addition, Iris, Iona, and Helena, who were hindering the Grotesque Proliferation’s descent in the front, were also a problem.

Until now, they had fought well, and perhaps it was actually effective;the Grotesque Proliferation had just pulled out their remaining one arm and head, and not even half of their upper body escaped from the birthing chamber.

However, that too was gradually reaching its limit.

Iona, who was fighting at the forefront using her unique vampire regeneration and her ability not to be swayed by lust, had her limbs blown off one or two at a time and returned each time.

Iris poured out mana generously to the point of causing mana exhaustion every day… but she was not given time to recover it.

As the time they could fight was gradually decreasing, there would come a day when they would have to rest.

The only one who was relatively unscathed was Helena. Of course, it was close to impossible for Helena alone, who had not yet fully awakened her power as a saintess, to hinder the Grotesque Proliferation.

No matter how she thought about it, it was a desperate situation. Carla’s words that Yggdrasil might collapse today if they were unlucky were not nonsense.

But that was not a reason to despair.

“Then that means Yandel will be back within that time.”

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“…Wow. I didn’t expect you to say that, Elisha.”

“Hmph! I’ve already received the promise. Yandel is good at keeping such things, isn’t he?”

“That’s right. Master has that side to him. By the way, when are you going to call me ‘sister’?”

“I’ll call you that once when I’m about to die.”

“That’s too much.”

Carla jokingly pretended to sob at Elisha’s firm answer.

Even while doing so, the two were still casting magic without stopping.

Fortunately, thanks to the departure of the archbishop-level enemies, there was a little room to breathe, so they were able to have this much of a conversation.

It was when the two were maintaining an appropriate sense of tension and concentrating on the battle.

Blink.

“Huh?”

The faint magical light of the castle wall, which was proof that the defense formula was being activated, flickered for a moment, and the torch, which was hung as a light instead, swayed in the wind.

And one shadow was wavering in the darkness.

Elisha, even with the sensitive senses of a high elf, belatedly realized the presence of the uninvited guest and hurriedly gathered mana… but it was already too late.

An assassin holding a dagger like a black haze had already approached right in front of her nose.

“Ah.”

Weren’t the followers of the Boiling Silence who were guarding the birthing chamber of the Grotesque Proliferation all dead?

Was one alive? Or did they quickly call one from nearby?

Yandel once told her that the black dagger she saw in the Levant Empire possessed the power to negate magic.

She put up a thicker shield than usual, but was it all being pierced?

‘Am I… dying?’

A very sudden, but inevitable premonition of death.

In front of it, what Elisha chose was neither to create the gathered mana into magic.

Nor was it to gamble on the impossible possibility of twisting her body somehow to avoid the dagger.

She just quietly closed her eyes.

‘You…’

At the last moment. To recall Yandel even a little more.

Elisha, who firmly closed her eyes, accepted her own death with a slight regret and guilt.

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“…?”

No matter how long she waited, the sensation of her neck being cut by the dagger was not conveyed.

At that sense of incongruity, Elisha carefully opened her eyes slightly.

“Hic!”

What she saw as soon as she opened her eyes was a black blade stopped right in front of her uvula.

But the power of the Boiling Silence. Or more accurately, the assassin wielding that power was unable to move even a bit from his current position.

That was because the World Tree’s branches were wrapping around the guy’s body and firmly fixing him.

The assassin tried to break free with force, but the branches didn’t even budge. While Elisha was blankly grasping the situation, Carla’s magic targeted the assassin first.

“Rock Spear!”

Pwak!

A sharp stone spear burst the assassin’s head.

He seemed to be at least a high-ranking priest of archbishop level considering the level of stealth, but he lost his life in vain with one low-level magic.

Perhaps Elisha might have met such a futile death… but what filled her head now was different.

“Elisha! Are you okay….?”

“It’s the World Tree! Carla! The World Tree has started moving again!”

“Yeah. Thanks to that, we survived. Let’s say our thanks later and focus on the battle now. It seems like the next ones are already swarming in.”

“No! That’s not it! What do you think is the reason why the World Tree has been still until now?!”

“Well, it’s because you’re putting all your strength into maintaining the barrier and taking a step back from direct combat—uh?”

Carla, who was saying it herself, noticed something strange.

That’s right. The Circulating Life poured all her strength into the barrier, and now that the barrier had been destroyed, it had become so lacking in divine power that it was impossible to even move the World Tree.

But there was no way that her power, which had been left on the ground for the past 300 years and receiving faith, had already been exhausted.

The reason why the Circulating Life could not move was because she was investing all the remaining divine power into Yandel.

Knowing this well, Carla silently guarded the castle walls without a single complaint.

Then, the fact that the Circulating Life had started moving again meant…

“Master! Master has returned!”

“Yes! I’m sure that’s it!”

Carla and Elisha look around with very excited expressions.

As if to instill certainty in the expectations of the two, not long after, one thick stem extending from the World Tree plunged into the middle of the battlefield.

Koooong!

Ratatoskr boasted a dignified figure as if he came to end this war.

The door opened, and what came out of it was a familiar person.

Yandel Lindelheit.

He was looking up at the sky, wrapped in a group of lights all over his body.