Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 220.2

One day, she was suddenly asked to protect them as a [saint], and at first, the people in the temple looked at her with suspicion, but once they saw her, they lost their doubts and now believed her to be a real saint.

The Crown Prince Ervan too. Although he had heard less favorable rumors about her than the princess, when he actually met her, he found that she was a brilliant prince who was the “ideal” for the people of the country.

The “charm” of a saint and the “ideals” of royalty. They believed in it in their own will that it was the omen of a “dream.

Therefore, as decent human beings, they would have hesitated to kill an underage girl, even if she was a person who was enchanted by a demon. They would have at least scowled.

But the moment they saw Carla, the moment they saw Ervan’s figure and heard his voice, they felt a sense of elation that affirmed everything, and they seriously swung their spears at Carla, who was still a pre-adult girl, as if it was natural to kill her.

If the opponent had been an ordinary human being, that would have been the end of it. The temple knights thought so, too.

Whether noble or commoner, anyone living in this country knows that there is no point in defying the framework of the state. If they resist, only destruction awaits them. Even if you are enchanted by the devil, if you are a human being… Unless you are a madman who is hostile to the state, common sense tells you that you will not resist in vain… I thought to myself.

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“–{Acid Cloud}–“

“…gaaaah!”

At that moment, a mist swirled around Carla, and several knights who ran into it were burned by the acid all over their bodies, and collapsed, emitting a strange odor.

“Gee!”

Carla, who had crushed the throat of a knight who was still breathing with her heel and tilted her head with a blurred face that didn’t look like she had killed someone, let out a small voice as if muttering.

“…Thought guidance?”

Those surrounding her gasp as Carla quietly considers.

“How dare you!”

“You’ve finally revealed yourself, witch!”

The Countesses of Sandora also revealed their dislike for Carla and began to chant attack magic.

They are acting of their own volition.

However, the various factors that had been involved up to this point seeped into the back of their minds like poison, and even the nobles, who were students who had never killed anyone before, were moved by emotion to the point of wanting to kill Carla.

The fear of Carla vanished from all the people surrounding her as if paralyzed, and only the will to kill filled the place.

“Carla…stop resisting me. Don’t you love me anymore?”

Finally, Ervan spoke to Carla with a sad “look” on his face.

His sorrowful voice and appearance made everyone around him realize how sad he was. The sound of his voice would have taken away their will to resist, and they would have been tormented by the guilt of resisting him.

And Carla, too.

“I love you, El-sama.”

Carla replied to Ervan, smiling slightly in the midst of this killing intent.

Was Carla converted? As a noblewoman and the Crown Prince’s fiancée, the natural words were, in a sense, the ideal words for everyone.

But Carla’s cheerful, chilling smile froze the air.

“I love my brother and I love my father. That’s why I killed my brother first.”

For a moment, time seems to stand still in the silence, and the giggling Carla spins around on the spot, arms outstretched, as if dancing.