I gaze westward, where I know they both must be grappling with adversity.
Each is summoning their utmost to confront this challenging situation, particularly him— the one who risked his life to lure it in, affording an opportunity to us all.
Betty seems to fathom the unfolding events, yet her pact with Marco binds her, rendering her unable to engage in the struggle.
I implored Betty to summon Marco for assistance, but she sorrowfully declined, tears streaming uncontrollably. She cradled her head, muffling her ears as if attuned to ghastly revelations.
"Marco instructed Betty not to come, indeed," she whispers amidst heart-wrenching sobs, causing my heart to shatter while simultaneously igniting with fury.
The bond between Marco and Betty is profound and intricate, intertwining not only their powers but also their emotions. Betty can discern Marco's intentions.
I'm unaware of the emotions that swept through Marco at that moment, but Betty's tears narrate a tale of concern and anguish.
When I see him, I will undoubtedly reprimand him. Regardless of what transpired, nothing justifies bringing tears to Betty's eyes.
Yet, on the other hand, I must concede that this predicament is, to some extent, my doing. I was the one who insisted on the battle, who led Marco into making that perilous decision to use his body as bait.
I inspect my hands, and the question echoes in my mind: Will he perish?
I vehemently reject the notion of losing him.
No, he shall not perish.
I cannot allow it.
I compel myself to set aside those thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I survey my surroundings—cannons at the ready, yet the creature seems to have withdrawn from this vicinity.
The squads are gradually regrouping, though the situation remains critical. Marco entrusts me; he conveyed that I am the sole individual capable of accomplishing this.
I must honor that trust and give my utmost.
A shift in strategy is imperative. The plan to lure it has faltered, necessitating the conception of a new approach. I must ponder, what would Marco do in this situation?
"Miss Emilia," Wilhelm's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to face him.
Blood stains his attire and countenance, evidence of the fierce battle in which he has been engaged.
His eyes, profound and seasoned, seize my attention. He appears to have undergone much, and that experience reflects in his gaze.
"Mr. Wilhelm?" I reply, taken aback by his sudden presence. He inclines before me, displaying respect. I observe others around me—impatient and concerned.
The situation is intricate; many individuals have vanished, but the memory of who and how has been altered.
Only a vague awareness remains of the absence of certain squads, but no one precisely recalls who they are or how they were lost. Even I am affected by this memory distortion.
Wilhelm provides me with more information about the situation. The two whale clones vanished after our last assault, indicating that the whale might be gearing up for a massive attack.
"An orchestrated attack," I murmur, connecting the dots. The scenario Marco and I had previously contemplated seems to be unfolding before us.
We had already discussed this possibility, but Marco emphasized that if the whale adopts this tactic, there is only one way to defeat it: immobilize the main body.
Immobilize the main body.
The concept resonates in my mind as I gaze at the horizon, where they must be engaged in battle.
I realize that both, with their abilities and meticulous strategies, form a potent combination capable of planning and considering countless possibilities.
Yet, I also feel a subtle tightening in my chest as I acknowledge it. I want to be the one with him; my heart screams for it. I wanted to go... But I know I must fulfill my duty first.
Anyway, he is in capable hands.
Wilhelm seems to sense my internal conflict and decides to speak.
"Miss Emilia, if I may, I'd like to share an opinion," he begins, his gaze fixed on where they both struggle. "While Mr. Marco is undoubtedly intelligent, and his plans have proven effective, this failure may be due to factors that we still completely unknown."
I nod, grateful for his understanding. Betty won't share information that Marco doesn't want revealed, so I sense there's much more to this situation.
"Both are remarkable and share many similarities, but they also have their limitations," Wilhelm continues, briefly closing his eyes. "Mr. Marco may be exceptional, but no human is perfect. You, Miss Emilia, are unique."
Those words touch me unexpectedly. Wilhelm tilts his head slightly in my direction and then gazes skyward.
"Me? Unique?" A small internal laugh echoes from the depths of my heart.
"You remind me of someone I knew a long time ago—my wife, Thearesia Van Astrea, who was the Sword Saint of a previous generation. She perished at the hands of this same beast. I see similarities between you two, but I also see a significant difference in your being."
The mention of Thearesia Van Astrea surprises me. I'm familiar with the tale of that Sword Saint, a brave and heroic fighter who reportedly died facing the great whale.
Her memory is revered in the kingdom, a constant reminder of her courage and sacrifice.
"Do I resemble her?" I inquire, feeling a lump in my throat.
Wilhelm nods with a contemplative expression.
"Yes, but at the same time, it's something different. Thearesia was an admirable woman, but her story is just a part of what you have ahead. Your presence evokes both similarities and a sense of individuality. That's what makes you unique in this moment."
Wilhelm's words prompt deep reflection within me. I realize that, while I can draw inspiration from figures of the past, I also possess my own voice and path to tread.
"Yes... I think I understand why Mr. Marco always trusts in you. It's not just your great strength but your exceptional talent," Wilhelm expresses, observing me with determination.
His words resonate deeply within me, and my gaze shifts downward, as if trying to absorb his praise.
Talent? Me?
It's challenging for me to conceive of myself as someone endowed with special talent, but the current circumstances demand that I assume a more central role.
"Me?" I inquire, seeking confirmation or a more detailed explanation.
Wilhelm holds my gaze with resolve. Though his words are mysterious, they seem to resonate with something profound in his experience.
I don't fully comprehend what he's trying to convey, but his gaze and tone urge me to embrace this new role with confidence.
"You," he responds with an enigmatic smile. "Miss Emilia, you are unique in your being. And that is precisely what we need now."
His declaration instills both pressure and determination in me. I must take the initiative in this critical situation, even if I lack all the answers or the skills of Marco and Betty.
I survey everyone present, feeling their gazes upon me, and comprehend that it's time to step forward. Wilhelm takes the lead, proclaiming his allegiance to me loudly, declaring me his commander.
"I, Wilhelm Van Astrea, will follow the orders of Commander Emilia!" he announces with a firm and resolute voice.
His words resonate in the air, capturing the attention of everyone present. All eyes fixate on me. I feel a knot in my stomach, but also a sense of empowerment.
The pressure intensifies on my shoulders, but I know I cannot falter. I have to assume leadership and guide everyone through this crisis.
The responsibility is significant, but I cannot afford to doubt. Betty takes my hand, and though her smile seems strained, I feel her support in that gesture. I place my other hand on her head, conveying my thoughts with a simple touch. Together, we will face whatever comes after this.
Wilhelm, much like Marco, possesses remarkable insight. He speaks of Marco's trust in me, and in that moment, I sense a deeper commitment. I have to be strong, not just for myself but for all those who trust in me.
"When we reach Irlam, we will confront Marco together," I tell Betty with determination.
She closes her eyes for a moment, and though her smile fades upon reopening them, I can sense our connection in this decision. The weight of what has transpired lingers in her thoughts, but she's also determined to move forward.
The soldiers of the Irlam army, who previously appeared uncertain, proclaim their loyalty and confidence in me.
"The Irlam army will follow Commander Emilia!" they exclaim in unison with determination.
Their response is overwhelming, and I feel a lump in my throat. They have placed their faith in me, and I cannot disappoint them.
The energy in the air shifts. Motivation reignites in their eyes, and I can feel how my determination influences them.
I infuse a bit of mana into my throat, preparing to address them. It's as if I'm about to cast a spell, but this time, it's my voice and conviction that I want to convey.
"Knights!" I exclaim, letting the mana flow through my voice. Snowflakes begin to form around me as everyone is surprised by what is happening. The effect is magical, but what follows is even more crucial.
"LOOK INTO MY EYES!" I shout with all my might, compelling everyone to focus their attention on me.
A magical spell, always bringing me into the light.
I need to be their strength and motivation, as Marco has been for me on many occasions.
The wavering gazes refocus on me as I try to convey my determination.
"We're going to win!" I declare with a smile, attempting to instill in them the same confidence my loved ones have bestowed upon me in the past. "Now, I need each of you to follow in my footsteps. We can win... I will make us win!"
I know I've taken a step forward into a new role, one that can be overwhelming and challenging. But with everyone's trust and my own commitment, I am ready to lead and fight for a better tomorrow.
"Follow my lead, I will bring the victory we so desire... So, we can return with a smile," I proclaim with determination, inspiring the soldiers and mages present.
Their faces change from doubt to confidence, and I can feel their willingness to follow me.
It's a magical sensation, one I've never experienced before.
The group of mages, temporarily led by Alsten, also expresses their commitment and support for my leadership.
"We will follow Commander Emilia!" the mages exclaim forcefully.
Then, the knights join the chorus, demonstrating their readiness to follow my orders and fight under my leadership.
"We will go wherever you command!" they affirm, placing their hands over their hearts in a gesture of loyalty and commitment.
The atmosphere changes completely. Although the situation remains critical, I feel that we have regained control by establishing a unified and motivating direction.
Now, it is my responsibility to lead and make wise decisions to guide everyone through this threat. I observe Wilhelm, whose face reflects experience and wisdom.
My next question seeks guidance amidst uncertainty. I have to think more like Marco, I have to be a ruler, all while staying true to myself.
"Mr. Wilhelm, is there a way to identify the original?" I inquire, aware that if we can locate and neutralize the original beast, this will come to an end.
Wilhelm furrows his brow, as if deeply contemplating my question.
Then, with a determined look, he responds, "The wound on its head should be visible from great distances, but for that, you need to ascend as Mr. Marco does."
I nod, taking note of his advice. My head begins to feel ablaze as I contemplate how to defeat this enemy—perhaps I have never thought so much in my life.
"Thank you, Mr. Wilhelm. Let's coordinate our efforts to locate and contain the original beast," I say, looking at him with gratitude for his wisdom and support.
Time is crucial now. We must act swiftly and efficiently to prevent further harm and protect those in danger. This is my test as a leader, and I am determined to do everything possible so that everyone can return home with a smile.
I know one of them has a significant wound in its mouth, but we lack relevant information about the other. Wilhelm reflects for a moment and then gestures towards its head.
"It has a cut on its back, but you would still need to see it from high altitudes," he explains.
The idea of being at a great height crosses my mind. I glance at Betty, who nods, confirming her readiness to assist. Now, we just need to find a way to capture the whale's attention.
"Look!" exclaims a knight with a trembling voice, pointing westward.
I turn my head in that direction and can see them: two of the imposing sea beasts. No, there are three. The two clones advance swiftly, while the third lags behind, guarding.
Their progress is rapid; although they are far away, their distance shortens rapidly, making control challenging but not impossible.
"My name is Emilia! I am your commander, and I will bring victory at any cost!" I shout, inciting everyone to take their positions.
Betty begins to lift me slowly, gaining altitude for a better view. Once we reach a suitable position, I observe the sea beasts with determination.
One of them displays a wound in its mouth, the other seems less damaged but exhibits a deep cut on the upper part.
Could that be the right one?
No, they just informed me otherwise.
I quickly dismiss the idea, focusing my attention on the third. It's undoubtedly the one at the rear; the gap in its skull is the result of the cannons.
It's the same whale that pursued Marco, the one responsible for countless deaths and forced Marco to risk his life.
I won't forgive it for that, for stealing the happiness of others. I will never forgive it.
Now, the crucial point is to focus the attack. We need to halt the advance of the main body, and the only way is with the magical cannon—the bullet that Puck and I put so much effort into creating, our final collaboration.
"Knights! Divide into two flanks; on my signal, you will advance to confront the clones."
"At your command!" they respond in unison, following my instructions. The knights align on either side of me, three squadrons on my left and three on my right. Wilhelm remains below me as the mages and soldiers prepare. One of the sea beasts has a physical weakness, while the other is more vulnerable to magical damage.
Following Marco's instructions, the order of attacks is crucial to effectively distract them.
"Mages! Attack the sea beast on the left; Soldiers of Irlam! Board the sea beast on the right!"
Now is the time to prepare the main cannon, which I've already charged with my magic.
"Captain Sofia! Ready the magical cannon!"
Both groups hastily begin their preparations; we're under an unrelenting countdown, but everyone organizes swiftly. The whale is closer now, and its mist begins to coil its way in our direction.
I use various ice pillars to intercept its attacks, gathering mana at an accelerated pace.
I am responsible for bringing victory to our side, and that is what I will do.
"Mr. Wilhelm, we'll take care of the main body." I direct my gaze towards him from the heights, and he nods with a bow. They must be facing formidable opponents; otherwise, they would already be here. I must act quickly to join their fight.
The three sea beasts advance, getting closer. Their massive forms surpass any comparison, even to the first time I saw them. But I cannot afford to feel fear now.
I must be stronger; if I want to be queen, this is just a step.
For the sake of everyone.
I wait for the perfect moment, holding off until the sea beasts are at a critical distance. I continue accumulating mana and create ice pillars to block their mist attacks.
I need to surpass my former self, requiring more power and concentration. Betty squeezes my hand with determination, instilling the motivation to press on.
When the two sea beasts are at the right distance, I shout.
"Knights, charge!" I focus my mana, modulate my voice, and shout with all my might. "UL HUMA!"
In their path, I generate two massive ice spikes, hitting the two sea beasts diagonally and sending them in opposite directions. The third one continues advancing straight, but not enough yet.
"Fire!" I exclaim.
BOOM!
The cannons hit both sea beasts, creating a cloud of fire and dust that expands and fills the area. The knights launch their attack while the third sea beast continues pushing forward.
Now is the time for my personal magic, a creation of my own to halt my adversaries. I close my eyes for a few seconds, visualizing the magic in my mind. I don't know how long I can maintain it, but I must do it right.
Icy breath escapes from my mouth as vapor, the sea beast approaches, just meters away.
"ICE ROOTS!" My voice echoes around; my hand extends as I bring my new magic to life.
Several ice roots emerge from the ground, advancing toward the colossal sea beast. Despite its charge, it destroys several of them, but I don't give up. I continue creating more and more sharp roots that pierce and hold tight.
Hundreds of roots halt its advance, forcing it to move and flap in a desperate attempt to free itself from my spell.
I don't yield; I keep generating more and more roots.
My control over the spell is steady, but something inside me feels the cold; this consumes more mana than I anticipated. I begin to pant from using such powerful magic, my heart feeling cold, the source of the great power that is this spell.
However, I have no time to worry.
This is just the beginning.
The knights' shouts fill the air, and I see them attacking the other sea beasts with everything they have, stopping them in their tracks. Now is the time to use our secret weapon.
"Now!" My voice resonates as I turn my gaze towards the cannon.
It's the joint creation of Marco, Beatrice, and Puck, a magical cannon designed to fire this spell.
BOOOOOM!
A deafening roar shakes the surroundings, making my body vibrate instantly. The bullet is launched at high speed, a blue sphere illuminating its surroundings as it advances.
The whale breaks the roots closing its mouth, only to expel a whirlwind of mist directly towards the projectile. Despite the breath the sea beast releases, the bullet continues its relentless trajectory.
Even as the sea beast attempts to hinder it with its breath, the bullet persists, advancing without stopping.
In a crucial moment, I shout with all my might:
"HUMA!"
The explosion of the roots is my response. The spell contained in the bullet is unleashed, and in the blink of an eye, the sea beast's cry is silenced as multiple ice spikes emerge from its body.
The spikes violently pierce its flesh, each of them generating more spikes resembling the branches of a tree, ensuring that the sea beast is trapped in a prison of ice.
"Sir Wilhelm!" My voice resonates, and he quickly responds, mounting his dragon and speeding towards the sea beast trapped in ice.
The spikes piercing it start to crumble, fragmenting into pieces. It was a spell designed for total destruction, and I'm surprised that Marco had created something like this.
A spell so practical and devastating at the same time.
At that moment, Betty speaks beside me.
"Marco keeps many secrets, but he does it for the greater good, I suppose."
I nod in silence. Yes, I know Marco has reasons to keep certain things secret, but someday I'll be strong enough for him to reveal everything to me.
I will move forward, strive to reach that level.
My heart beats strongly in my chest, pride and determination filling my being. I have achieved this; I have proven my worth. I can move forward and become a worthy leader.
No, even more than that, I will be a queen.
I will engrave that thought in my heart.
And when I achieve it, I will make it speak. I will make Marco reveal all his secrets to me.
SS-Beatrice
It is not fair.
I find myself busy tending to the wounded who have arrived, their battered and lacerated bodies bearing witness to the intense battle they have faced.
The beasts created by the Witch of Gluttony, especially the latest one, have shown formidable strength.
I pleaded with Marco to allow me to stay by his side, but he always rejects my offer, insisting it's unnecessary. While I cannot directly engage in the fight, I can still support him, at least in ensuring his escape if the situation becomes critical.
I've noticed that his mastery of Yin magic has improved since his last encounter with that powerful knight, but the issue of the miasma still afflicts him.
Each battle takes a toll on him due to this curse.
It's not just physical; the real challenge lies in his mind. Although Puck has helped alleviate this issue to some extent, the Sloth factor within him is activating.
I don't understand how he can control a Sin factor, but he has never shared details about it, so I prefer not to press further.
There exists a profound ache he conceals, a burden he carries upon his shoulders—a pain that brings tears to my eyes every morning in solitude.
Yet, I refrain from allowing him to witness my weeping, hence I endeavor to present a facade of well-being each morning.
I comprehend that he strives to maintain fortitude, to paint a smile upon my countenance, and to bestow upon me happiness. Hence, I have chosen to shed tears for him, to alleviate some of the weight I sense he bears alone.
I sense that his heart is a battlefield for his own emotions and pain. Therefore, I simply wish to lighten his burden, even if only slightly.
After completing the healing of one of the wounded, I rise. However, a cry from the depths of my being resonates in my mind.
"Marco!" I exclaim urgently, my gaze scanning the horizon in search of him.
I prepare to soar towards him, but an invisible force restrains me. An incomprehensible strength seizes my arms, preventing me from advancing.
Our bond is so potent that I can feel his sensations and thoughts when they are intense and profound. Tears start to fall as I clutch my head in despair, covering my ears in an attempt to block everything out.
What is happening there?
Marco!
Marco!
Let me go.
I implore you to allow me to assist you; I beg you, let me do something for you. You don't have to endure this alone.
"Please," I whisper amidst sobs, attempting to block the overwhelming emotions that are enveloping me.
However, I cannot escape them. Intense and chaotic emotions flow towards me, overwhelming me. Tears fall incessantly as I struggle to contain the whirlwind threatening to consume me.
This experience is overpowering, unlike anything I have felt before. I cannot think clearly; I am inundated by his suffering. Tears soak my cheeks as I try to stem the emotional tide, but it's a lost battle.
I feel like I am losing my own identity amid this overwhelming surge.
"Betty!" Emilia rushes toward me, enveloping me in a hug, attempting to console me, but my distress is uncontrollable.
Amidst sobs, I manage to look into Emilia's eyes, trying to convey what is happening. My voice is broken by tears as I struggle to form words.
"Emilia..." I try to meet her gaze as I attempt to articulate even a few words. "Marco..."
My tears continue to flow as my heart aches for the anguish Marco must be experiencing at this very moment.
Why must you endure this alone?
I am here for you whenever you need me.