Surviving As The Protagonist

Chapter 60: The Mysterious Sword

At first when he saw a big foot hovering above, he just groaned and said ‘What else is this?’

The time I die in a situation that never even existed in the book?! Ah my distance is now too close to him. It seems like he is angry because previously I wanted to conquer it— to the point of wanting to step on me—(?)

WHAT'S?! UH..

For a moment his tiny face was transfixed as the monster's feet gradually drew closer to the tip of his nose. He laughed cynically, it seemed that this time Lucy was lamenting fate and might just be taking her last breath by raising her face up so that she could look at the bright sky for the last time.

Too bad, I didn't see anything like that even when my life was on the edge. Why am I currently only able to see the figure of a large hairy leg that is ready to step on my body to death anyway?

Not even a god allowed me to die peacefully.

“Where did this error start? His current foothold did feel slow, but I felt that it was indeed the way that the monster did to torture me.” his murmur was accompanied by a pushy gaze.

Perhaps all he could do right now was surrender. At least, I've been trying to fight back and hold him back, right? I'm not too resigned when facing death that is in plain sight, right..

“If this is the case, waiting for death to be burned alive would not it be better to die quickly because it was stepped on by a stupid rhino right?!” his shout was accompanied by a stalk of barrier that he made suddenly.

Perhaps this was the last defense he could muster, to be honest he was annoyed that the two ways of his death were really nothing good, wanting to be burned or trampled— were all just as bad!

“I don't want to die— ugh!” Lucy grimaced as Calrhintis now pressed her stomp close to the tip of her hair.

No one ever expected that their death would arrive in a painful way, perhaps there for some who were tired and gave up on their own lives.

But I can't..

I almost gave up on intending to drink the poison in my previous life..

But someone once said to me, a bright future is in my hands. And only I can make it happen alone..

Whether in Lucy's life, or my identity as Raflesa, I only hope to realize things that will only make me happy for the future!

I don't want to get hurt or hurt, but why would someone try to break my resolve like this anyway?

But.. have you ever believed this? If the female lead gets a precarious condition, then miraculously the male lead character like the white equestrian prince will appear miraculously to save the life of his lover. Too bad, don't expect that Reygan will show up to save Lucy's life in these conditions, as romance stories exist generally.

But whether blessing or blessing, the magic sword that reflected white light from the top of his head now appeared to pierce the tip of Calrhintis's foot until it roared violently.

The large-sized monster that originally wanted to step on Lucy's ill-fated body was now instead stuck in a holy sword with a flow of purifying magic that was so striking.

Wait— where did the sword come from?

I'm not playing around, but the power contained in this sword is really strong!

“Nona!” screams of those trying to help Lucy to get up.

Surprisingly Federica's face looked panicked, wait.it looks like everyone is putting on the same face water.

But—

Nah! His sword slipped from my hand—

Eh?

For a while everyone was pecking, even though Federica's hand was busy helping Lucy who seemed to have broken home. But their gazes were really like seeing something hard to believe.

Although there was no Her Majesty the Queen for having come home early followed by the knights, the current atmosphere seemed silent. Like a story told by a mother to her young daughter. The white radiant sword that stuck at the foot of the monster now returned to his hands as if he had indeed found the master of its owner.

“Loh..he's back?” confused while wiping the flow of blood flowing at the end of his lips.

The current Mistress Theyril could only grimace upon finding such a shocking sight, even the horse carriage that had managed to enter the forest where this was the resting place was left alone, just like that, as if staying in this place is much more interesting than turning around and going home.

“Tyson Rose?” dena Federica followed a tone of speech that felt confusing.

Huh huh? Tyson—Rose's? An unfamiliar mention but— Iu feel that this is a familiar thing. Is that the name of this sword? Why is there such a beautiful sword that suddenly appears in my head huh?

“Anu— what is this magic sword belonging to Lady Theyril? You are pregnant. Madam should come back without helping me.” she said in the wake of the unpleasant feelings, probably because Sylvhia is the only witch who participated in this event, he said, he unleashes a lot of magic and power to help Lucy.

And I who know myself should say thank you to someone who has helped me.

Suddenly the woman's face was sweaty, accompanied by a sudden bob of her head, she replied. “Everyone here also saw that the sword appeared on Miss.”'s body he said which made Lucy think great.

It seems that Sylvhia Theyril is someone who is so good that she does not intend to admit the effort that she never did, but for Lucy, who is, he admitted that the answer he had heard from him was a conclusion that made no sense at all. But for now, that's not important.

The brown Netra was met with blueness now glanced towards the direction of the knights who began to be enthusiastic to ambush and hold the monster in between her helpless lying self. It is not until as much as it is, it's just that this sword is clearly a magic sword that contains enormous magic power when touched.

What he thought, “You belong to whoever this sword is, I borrow first ya!” he was accompanied by a very serious face.

Right, for Lucy for now you should borrow Tyson Rose to finish something, which is to finish something that should never happen in the novel book titled ‘I'm the Archer.’

Goodbye Calrhintis, and I'm sorry.