Translator: Kell | Editor: Weasalopes
Line of Defense Crumbling Down
The Un el Portan joint subjugation team composed of adventurers from three different countries had already withdrawn from their initial base of operations. As of the moment, they set up their headquarters in Forestiaâs Borderzard, the closest town to the forest.
ãWe already lost twenty percent of our men and forty percent are wounded.ã
In one room of the townâs Adventurers Guild â which was being used as temporary headquarters â the chief, who was once a rank B adventurer, groaned. Borderzardâs guildmaster and the staff working with the chief all wore the same gloomy expression.
The situation was gradually turning grave.
The first one to quickly dispatch its army was the Quinbland Empire. Their forces had dwindled from the war with Ponsonia, but they still had the troops of the Margrave stationed at the border near Un el Portan who were starting to get deployed in a nearby town. They were able to respond quickly partly because the chief himself was from the Empire.
ãAny news from Ponsonia?ã
ãThey havenât contacted us yet.ã
ãWhat about Forestiaâs army?ã
ãTheyâre moving slow. Actually it feels like theyâre not moving at all. Maybe the report from the guild hasnât reached the government yet.ãa staff said.
The chief glared at Borderzardâs guildmaster, but the latter held his ground.
ãYou said to just send the same number of people like every other year, and so we did. Now after scrambling to take refuge here, you want us to send more?ãthe guildmaster said.
ãYou better watch your mouth!ãthe chief exclaimed.
ãIs that how you talk to the one who saved your life?ã
ãWhy, you...ã
ãPlease stop!ãn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
A staff intervened. Ultimately, the Adventurers Guild wasnât a monolithic organization. Borderzardâs guildmaster was worried that the subjugation teamâs escape towards the town would draw the monsters here.
The higher-ups in Forestia had their eyes on the fast-approaching Foundation Anniversary where the leaders of the seven nations would convene in one place. Security was tight. Kirihal and Ludancia, in particular, always bickered every year.
The government wasnât really interested in monster hunts that adventurers go to just to line their pockets. In fact, the staff who informed them of the current situation was told that the Adventurers Guild should solve the problem themselves.
If Borderzard turned into a sea of flames, the government would surely forget about the upcoming event, but the guildmaster wouldnât wish for that to happen.
ãWeâre calling for adventurers all over Forestia! Weâve even prepared food for emergencies! Please donât blame us for your failure on the front lines.ã
ãBastard! Thatâs the last straw!!ã
Ink splattered as the inkwell that the chief threw hit the guildmaster on the head.
ãH-How dare you! I will not tolerate such behavior. Youâre not getting any food until you prostrate and apologize!ã
ãBullshit! The Adventurers Guild is a supranational organization and weâre in the middle of a case right now! What can a worthless guildmaster like you do?!ã
ãPlease just stop this!ã
The meeting was put on hold until the staff could calm the two down.
ãWhile theyâre busy squabbling, the monsters are getting closer... ãone of the staff muttered in disappointment.
Borderzard was located near the great forest of Un el Portan, close enough for the naked eye to see the edge of the forest. Mud walls, fences, and a dry moat surrounded the town.
The place looked like a fortress in the middle of a battlefield, yet it was actually quite big. It covered an area of one square kilometer, with a population of four thousand. There were small farms inside and most people lived in housing complexes.
Despite this, people continued to live here for two reasons: the bounties of the forest, and its proximity to Quinbland and Ponsonia.
ãIs it true there are too many monsters this time?ã
ãWho knows? Maybe theyâre just exaggerating so they wonât be held responsible for their failure.ã
ãBut I heard rank C adventurers from Forestia were severely wounded.ã
Adventurers were charged with patrolling. The top of the surrounding wall was wide enough for four people to walk abreast. Only a few soldiers were stationed in Borderzard so as not to provoke the neighboring countries. There were plenty of adventurers around, however â most, if not all of them, had their eyes set on the great forest.
ãMan, I wish I was high-ranked. Iâd be rich by now.ã
ãBig words. Youâre only rank F, you moron.ã
ãBut from what I heard, Ponsonia didnât impose any restrictions with regards to rank, and Quinbland required adventurers to be at least rank F.ã
ãReally? Maybe thatâs why the subjugation team failed? Itâs probably composed of weaklings.ã
The men talked as they walked on top of the wall.
ãHmm?ã
ãWhatâs wrong?ã
ãLook at the forest. Do you see something?ã
A wide plain spread out in the direction the man was pointing. Beyond it lay a green line â the edge of the forest. And clouds of dust were rising to the air.
Then out of nowhere, they heard the roar of a beast.
ãTheyâre coming...ãone man muttered hoarsely.
ãMonsters are coming!ã
ãSend word right away!ã
ãWh-Where to?ã
ãTo the guild! Where else?! Hurry up, you idiot!ã
ãOkay!ã
The most dangerous day in the history of Borderzard was about to begin.
ãNo! Nooo! Why?!ã
ãStay away from me! The poison will spread!ã
ãI canât live without him!ã
Peopleâs cries rang out. The stench of blood, vomit, and antiseptics filled the air. Wounded adventurers who couldnât be admitted to the already-full hospital were laid down on the floors of the town hall. Closed off and isolated to prevent disease and poison from spreading, the place was dark even though it was the middle of the day.
ã...Uh...ã
ãYouâre awake!ã
Paula held the hand of her best friend lying down before her. There were two of them: Pia who, despite having a confident air to her, cried herself to sleep at night, and Priscilla â with her ample bosoms that drew the eyes of men â who always seemed to wear a blank expression, yet her skill with the bow would put grown-ups to shame. Priscilla still had not woken up, only Pia.
ãPaula... Where am I?ã
ãWeâre in Borderzard in Forestia. We managed to escape all the way here.ã
ãI-I see...ã
Piaâs vision was blurry. She couldnât even see Paulaâs face clearly.
ãItâs going to be alright! Iâll heal you with my healing magic!ã
Pia laughed weakly.
ãThanks. I know your magic is effective.ã
ãYou got it!ã
Paula lied. She had been using healing magic for hours, but all it did was prolong their lives, not heal them. Piaâs left flank had been ripped open after a log thrown by a Forest Barbarian hit her, trying to protect Paula.
Iâll protect you, Paula! She uttered those words cheerfully all the time.
Tears rolled down Paulaâs cheeks. Idiot. You didnât have to protect me with your life, you crybaby! Dummy!
Paula coughed and blood dripped from her mouth. She ran out of mana some time ago, but she kept her magic running with sheer willpower.
ã...Paula?ã
ãItâs okay, Pia! Iâll heal you!ã
Quickly wiping the blood off with her cuff, Paula resumed her chant. She glanced at Priscilla who still hadnât opened her eyes. Her other friend got inflicted with some sort of poison that her magic couldnât neutralize. All she could do was prolong Priscillaâs life, who almost looked dead, color drained from her face. The only proof that she was alive was the faint rising and falling of her chest.
ãPaula...ã
Piaâs forelocks stuck to her sweat-drenched forehead. Paula was soaking from cold sweat. She had a feeling that the moment she stopped using her magic, her friends would die.
Oh, God...
She got blessed with healing abilities after praying every single day back in her village.
God, please... I donât care about my own life. Just please let my friends live.
Desperately, she prayed to the heavens, all the while continuing her chant. She felt her body freezing down to the core. Her bones creaked, screaming in pain. Her head ached, as though needles were being thrust into her skull.
ãYou can stop... You donât... have to die too...ãPia muttered in a low whisper.
Her slightly-opened eyes closed. She had fallen asleep. She might not wake up ever again. The thought crossed Paulaâs mind and an indescribable fear gripped her heart.
ãNo! I wonât let you die, no matter what! Iâll do anything, everything!ã
Paula pleaded to the gods.
Please! I beg of you! I offer you my everything. So please... Please give me a miracle!
ãI was just passing by and I thought I heard a familiar voice.ã
Groggily, she turned her head.
ãWhat happened to them? Theyâre seriously injured.ã
ã...Hikaru-sama?ã
In Paulaâs eyes, he was like a miracle sent from heaven.
ãHikaru-sama!ã
ãWhaa?!ã
Paula clung to Hikaru all of a sudden and he almost fell backwards, but he somehow managed to stay on his feet. Paula looked ragged, her clothes dirty, her hair and face a mess.
ã...Do you want to save them?ã
The question brought her back to her senses and she let go.
ãYes.ã
Her eyes were serious. Genuine.
ãAre you prepared to give up everything except your life?ã
ãI am.ã
She answered with not even the slightest hesitation.
ãYouâll never see these two ever again. Or rather, youâll never be with them. You will devote the rest of your life to me, and only me. Are you okay with that?ã
ãYes. If you can save them, then I donât mind.ã
ãAll right.ã
Hikaru closed his eyes, as though steeling himself, and opened them again, holding Paulaâs gaze.
ãFrom now on, you will be one of this worldâs most powerful healers. Your mana capacity will increase as well. People will want you. So much, in fact, that many will die. So I suggest that you keep a low profile as much as possible.ã
Paula gulped. Strangely enough, she didnât doubt his words one bit.
ãClose your eyes. The moment you open them again, your life will change.ã
Paula closed her eyes shut. In that moment, her life was starting to head into a completely different direction.