“Why? Why? Why, why, why, why, why!!!!” Dorina Deville let out a desperate roar.
His face was covered in dirt and blood, his body was battered, the sword in his hand was broken, and his beautiful armor was shattered.
The once radiant runes had all dimmed.
He looked up at his surroundings… he could see his family, his elder brother, his niece, his fiancée… these people were supposed to be on his side, so why were they now siding with his enemy? How did it come to this? He was the young master of the great Deville family, the heir to the power of runes, a natural superior, a future powerhouse.
How did he end up like this?
“Dorina Deville!” The shout from his mortal enemy—Milora Sistema—brought him back to his senses.
This low-born, mediocre, and foolish waste, the burden he had mercilessly kicked out of the team, the person he had once looked down upon the most, how had he become so powerful? His body was covered in robust muscles, every breath he exhaled was filled with the glow of magic, a star map constructed by the power of the stars shone above his head, and the giant sword emitting a terrifying bloody aura was as light as a toothpick in his hand.
So powerful, so majestic, utterly unbeatable… unbeatable!!
“Have you ever thought about what it means to say ‘thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don’t bully the young and poor’? Do you know that you have long since set yourself on a path to death? Do you know that I, once a waste, have now become a strong figure? Have you ever repented for your past misdeeds!!!”
“You, you, you!!! Don’t push me too far ahhhhhhh!!!!” Dorina roared as he stood up, waving his broken sword and charging at Milora! But Milora stopped his movement with just one finger, and then—the giant sword infused with the power of the stars pierced through his chest!
“No!!!!!!!!!!” Dorina let out his final scream and died on the spot—
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“——Ah!!” Torina suddenly woke up from the nightmare.
She was drenched in cold sweat, and her chest still seemed to feel the sensation of being skewered by the giant sword.
After a moment of daze, she realized she had dreamed of a scene from the original work, the moment when the captain was brutally killed by the returning Protagonist.
The captain’s relatives and fiancée all sided with the Protagonist, who had become incredibly powerful with the help of cheats and systems, leaving no chance to fight back or even surrender, only to be beaten to death…
“Hiss…” She couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
This was her original fate, the tragedy she was supposed to encounter.
But, fortunately—
“Did you have a nightmare?” A clear and sweet voice sounded in her ear.
Turning her head, she saw the gender-swapped version of the Protagonist from that broken book—Milora Sistema—leaning on her bedside, looking at her with concern.
Milora was not yet sixteen this year, her face still showed a hint of youthfulness but was even more charming, her features more exquisite and beautiful than an elf’s, her silver-white hair as fluffy as cat fur, and her slender, soft body made one want to hold her tightly in their arms.
“Did you have a nightmare? Are you okay?” Seeing Torina staring at her in a daze, Milora repeated.
“Ah… it’s nothing, I dreamed of being crushed to death by a slime.”
“What, such a silly dream.” Milora chuckled as she stood up from the bedside.
She was wearing the crystal silk white stockings and ultra-short hot pants that Torina had given her before.
Her long legs, adorned by the white silk, looked like melting cream ice cream, and the faintly exposed lower edge of her buttocks under the hot pants was mesmerizing, making it hard to look away.
Her exposed shoulders and arms were as white as milk, making one want to devour her whole body.
“Your gaze has become lewd.” Milora puffed her cheeks slightly, saying with a bit of embarrassment.
“Ah… I was just checking if you’ve gained weight.”
“I don’t gain weight.”
“You easily said something that makes people hate you.”
“It’s just a fact.
Here, breakfast!” She picked up the tray placed on the bedside table, which held a hearty but… not very delicate breakfast.
It was clear the cook had tried their best, but it really didn’t look appetizing.
“…What is this?”
“I made it.
Um… it might not look great, but I tried it, and it tastes okay.” Milora showed her homemade love breakfast with a bit of embarrassment.
Ever since she rejoined the team, she had developed an urgent sense of compensation towards Torina.
Previously, it was Torina who was proactive and she was passive, but now it was the other way around, making Torina feel flattered.
What kind of villainess gets proactively approached by the Protagonist…
“Eat it while it’s hot.”
“I’ll devour it.”
“I helped wash your clothes, and while you were asleep, I called the service staff to clean the room.
Here are your sword and armor… seriously, if you’re going to the dungeon today, you should have prepared your equipment in advance.”
“Ah, um…” Milora had tidied up everything for her, so considerate, just like a newlywed little wife.
Torina quickly got up and dressed… she struggled a bit to fit her ample curves into her bra, carefully stretched her panties to avoid wedging into her butt crack, tightened her garter belt to prevent her stockings from slipping, pulled her corset tight to make her already slender waist even more defined, put on the rune skirt armor that was so short in the front it was almost revealing, stepped into high heels that made her legs look even longer, and donned silk long gloves… Hmm? She suddenly felt a strong gaze.
Looking up, she found Milora staring at her intently.
“…What’s wrong?”
“!! N-nothing!” Milora immediately turned her face red and turned around, quickly taking out a small book from her pocket titled “The Art of Interacting with People,” flipping to Chapter 4, Section 7, “How to Tell if a Female Contact is Flirting with You,” and reading intently.
“What are you reading…”
“Nothing, nothing, nothing, I said it’s nothing!”
“Oh.” The pure-hearted villainess immediately believed it, after all, Milora was a kind-hearted good child.
“Oh right, let me put this on for you.”
“What is this…”
“Didn’t your pinky finger break? I asked Lanifi and the others to help make a prosthetic.
This is just a temporary replacement, the official product will be delivered later.” Torina put the flesh-colored wooden prosthetic finger on Milora’s hand, and it fit perfectly.
This finger was just a temporary make, so it only had basic gripping functions.
More advanced features would come with the official product.
(Hmm, I wonder if the requests I made to them will be completed on time? What will the effect be once completed? A Transformer in the palm? Adding a bit of mechanical flair to the other world? So cool, I almost want to break a finger myself!) While Torina was lost in thought, Milora’s face turned even redder.
“…This feels like you’re putting a ring on me…”
“Hmm?”
“N-nothing! You didn’t hear anything! Anyway, let’s head downstairs, aren’t we going to the lord’s treasury to reclaim the spoils today?”
“Indeed, let’s go, gogogo!”
