Chapter 3

High Pixie (Rosaria)

'What the hell was that!?' I internally shrieked as the angel in front of me started to writhe, letting out a distorted shout of pain. Carefully examining the situation, I blasted him with a full power Zanma, driving the supposedly last nail into my would-be killer's body.

Letting out a tired sigh of relief, my wings finally gave out, crumpling into the ground. However, even my moment of short reprise was short-lived, as the memories of what had occurred just mere minutes ago ached at my beating heart.

This… thing killed everyone in the settlement. My friends and some of my family perished here because of it. All for what? There had to be some kind of motive, right? A justification as to why they had to die? Law? Chaos? It didn't mean shit when this stupid war has caused nothing but trouble for everyone, even the people who weren't related to the conflict.

A Power, the fifth rank of the divine race, personally came here to slaughter us light cattle. But why try to decimate one of the weakest races out there, there was no point in fighting when we could have simply surrendered. Instead, Mary had to die because of you cunts!

Mechanically walking towards the angel's dropped spear, I shakily raised it over head. In an instant, my life here flashed before my eyes, a swift reminiscence before piercing the twitching body below me, stopping it permanently.

This was the best thing to do, right? Revenge? I killed their murderer, and yet, none of it feels any more different than five minutes ago. Why? Was it because I didn't let my hatred fester enough? Was it too soon?

"Please! I just need to feel something!" I begged, crying out to the uncaring heavens. Tears falling out of my eyes with no end in sight. In the end, we all made the choice to send me off to escape when there was an opening. It was by their vote to sacrifice themselves for me. But I can only ask the same question. Why?

An endless pit welled up inside me, as I reached my epiphany. They chose me because I had the highest chance of fleeing alive, the strongest among all of them… He.. he

Breaking out into a fit of self-deprecating laughter, a piece of me left with every breath. It was at that point that I realized, nothing about me was any more special than them. If Mary were to be the King's bastard child in my place, then the same thing would happen to her.

None of it was my fault, right? Of course, the ones to blame are those bloody metal pigeons. This war has gone on for long enough as it is, I think it's about time I end it. Or perhaps prolong the inevitable enough to where the fae could stand formidably with the other factions.

Staring at the starless night sky, I sigh for the umpteenth time today before staring longingly at the location that used to be our little settlement. And though seeds of regret still laid within me, I needed to warn the others of the attack, more would die, and their lives would be in vain.

Creating a blanket of wind under the armored monster, I dragged the corpse along with me, so as to give substance to my words beyond deluded ramblings. By the queen, this was going to be a long day.

…

Right on, it is indeed a shit day today.

A change in weather turned the dreary night sky into a rainy hellscape. The wind picking up in intensity with each passing second as the nearby trees whistled ominously. Something had gone terribly wrong, I can feel it in my bones.

The distance from the nearest village wouldn't be for another few kilometers, so I had to make the rest of the trip on foot, lest the breeze takes me to the underworld. Planting another step into the earth, I suddenly felt a life form approach me. A better term would be running towards me, but with the visibility, it was hard to tell.

Thunder fell down from the sky as it illuminated the figure, a group of small green muppets (Gremlins), about three or four in number. Accompanying them was the illusive deranged Quicksilver, a spirit that has caused a lot of trouble according to the reports. I'll have to be careful around them, seeing as both races of demon wield decent electric magic, something that could easily take me out with the weather conditions.

But let's not forget my most prominent issue, a lack of mana. Slinging along the corpse evidence was harder than I thought. Adding in the fact that I expended most of it during the battle and you have a recipe for disaster. There was only one way I could win this, and it involved a lot of assumption on my part.

Assuming they abide by the standard elemental counters, then all I'd need is one full Zanma straight to the dome. Problems arise when you only have one shot left in the fuel tank, and there are four or five of these ghastly beasts. A bit of a pickle I just done put myself in, huh?

Then again, what in the bloody hell are you supposed to do when you've got a gaggle of these turds bearin' down your neck?

Best to try than to die a coward, yeah? If I'm going off the deep end, I might as well do it on my own terms.

Staring off at the midgets, I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration. I could have a chance at running for the hills while ditching the body, but that would ruin a lot of the credibility in my words. Or, perhaps there was another option?