Chapter 4: Witch

The cliff was a lot of troops.

Almost three people who have survived and have been able to return to the cliffs, but they have no idea.

At least a wizard, you may not be able to do it.

The expression “to have” has several meanings, but to be specific, he wanted to make me a “female.”

He wanted to control my soul and steal my magic.

He wanted to make me a s*ave who only thinks of Zepha, and then steal my magic and make me his servant.

“Disgusting bastard.”

I will definitely get revenge on Zepha.

He deserves to die just for daring to imagine such disgusting things about me, and even though he is already a lich and dead, I will shatter the Life Vessel into pieces and burn it so that even his soul cannot go to the underworld.

In order to do that, first…

“Keuheup…”

The most important thing is to survive this fierce torrent.

“There will be no pursuit! But…!”

Zepha did not jump off the cliff after me.

He would never have imagined that I would throw myself off the cliff.

Because my heart was pierced.

Because I am an undead.

Because I am a corpse that must move according to his commands.

However, I moved my body of my own free will.

“I have taken control.”

I made this body mine.

I fixed the magical power flowing from my soul to this body, and synchronized all the senses so that my soul would receive the senses of the body.

Now this body is mine.

I can do whatever I want with it.

“Trying to control the undead with just my heart?”

Zepar may have simply thought that he could control this body with his heart as a ritual tool, but my soul can control this body faster than my heart.

If you can’t avoid it, quickly admit it.

I decided to recognize that this body is “my body” and wanted to protect myself as my body.

The problem is that as I recognized that it was my body, the senses of the body gradually synchronized as mine.

“f*ck!”

“It hurts so much!”

Water was rising through my perforated chest.

The pain of my lungs tearing at me was overwhelming, and my whole body hurt as if it was going to burst.

Water was flowing into my body as I was being swept by the rapids.

Water was flowing into the perforated heart.

I was using my magical power to hold water in my body.

‘I have to hold as much blood as I’ve lost. Blood cannot be restored. Since I don’t have a heart. Instead, I can make water flow throughout my body instead of blood. Since I’m already an undead, what should be contained in the water that should flow instead of blood is…

‘Magic power!”

Before I was summoned, the moment my heart was ripped out, the blood from my entire body was drained through my mouth and heart.

In order to make this body move as much as possible like a human, I need to make magic flow based on natural water.

“At least until I gather enough strength to transfer to another body!”

In the first place, from the moment my heart was ripped out, I need to make magic flow through my body so that this body doesn’t rot away and become an undead.

But it’s not enough. Even if I ignore the pain and quickly put water inside my body, I need an organ to circulate this water. Without a heart, the liquid in my body will eventually drain out again. So something will take the place of the heart

“!!”

I jumped straight up. So that I wouldn’t miss it even in the rapids, I stretched my hands strongly towards the ceiling.

Phew!!

I put my hand into the slime that was stuck to the cave ceiling.

Push!

I pulled down and ripped off the hard object inside the strong acid that seemed like it would melt my hand.

Pfft!

And I stabbed it into my chest.

I stabbed the “magic stone” I had stolen from the slime into the empty space of my heart.

Gooooo!

My heart began to glow.

I hugged my chest with both arms and focused all my mind on magic.

The river water I absorbed would become blood, and it would transfer mana instead of oxygen and keep my body from rotting.

So, please. I hope I can get out safely.

” I don’t know where this torrent will end, but at least I don’t get trapped in a woman’s body by the squirming lich and get eaten! Swish!! I surrendered to the light that I could see in the distance. And. “Oh, a waterfall?” I fell out with the waterfall. Gulp.

***

The village of the warrior.

A small village in the forest with a population of less than 100 people is a village with many houses gathered around a square.

What is unique about this village is that it has a long history of 500 years.

Is this a village to honor the hero who fought the Demon King 500 years ago?

No.

Is this a village where the hero was born?

No.

There is a ‘holy sword in this village.

There is a holy sword stuck upside down in the village square that can only be pulled out by a legitimate hero.

That is why it is a village of heroes.

To be exact, it is a village where heroes are born.

However, if such a village existed openly, the remnants of the Demon King or the demon tribe would not allow the hero to be born.

Since the fall of the Great Demon King 500 years ago, demon tribes who called themselves the Demon King or the descendants of the Great Demon King have appeared here and there and threatened humanity.

Although not as much as the Great Demon King, they have threatened humanity by destroying a kingdom or something.

Nevertheless, the village of the warriors was safe.

Why was it safe in a village that called itself the Village of Heroes, where there was a sword that might be the holy sword of the hero who might have defeated the Great Demon King?

Is this the holy sword? Why? 500 years. -A holy sword that no one has been able to draw.

I’m going to draw this and corrupt it into a demon sword!!

Surround this village!

If we kill them for no reason, our relatives who leave the village might awaken as warriors!

So we’ll take them as hostages and kill anyone who comes to draw the holy sword!…

What the heck, why hasn’t it come out even after 30 years?

Ugh, this is the holy sword? It’s dirty.

Hahaha! Saintess! Draw the holy sword! And I’ll kill you!…

Why can’t a saint draw the holy sword. Are you a saint?

It’s because so many things have happened in the Village of Heroes, but no one has been able to draw the holy sword.

This is complete nonsense, you punk.

The village chief prayed to the holy sword on the altar, saying that he would uphold the tradition that had lasted for 500 years, but the demons thought that this village was just a village full of empty boasts and did not pay any attention to it.

The sword was quite sharp and beautiful, but it began to rust as it went through the years.

Who could dare call the sword that had become like an eyesore a holy sword? Unfortunately, no one could touch it, no matter how hard they tried to repair it or move it.

The sword called the holy sword was truly strange.

Seriously, no one could draw it.

Not even the famous mercenary king or the grand sword master could draw it.

Even the great scholar who was well-versed in magic and studied all the ancient artifacts could not find out about this strange sword.

If someone had drawn the sword, they would have been able to repair it, sharpen it, or move it, but that was completely impossible. In the 500 years, there should have been at least one legitimate warrior, but not a single one appeared.

So, the village chief’s family denied it, but there was one historical promise. This village of warriors.

It was just a ‘tourist village’ created by giving a special curse to a sword.

And.

In this Lucius.

He has no last name. Commoners do not have last names, and his first name was the only evidence left for him as an orphan. Even if he was. an orphan.

Except that he was a little more handsome than others, there was no nobleman visiting him one day, and no beautiful woman visiting him calling him “Master Lucius’.

He was just His job is a hunter, and he lives a little far from the village.

He used to live with his grandfather who took in the orphaned Arthur, but after his grandfather died, he lived alone in a remote place, hunting animals.

Today’s hunt was fishing.

Humming a tune Waiting to catch a fish quickly.

A hunter should wait for the prey to approach the bait on its own. But…

“…Huh?”

Something was floating down from afar like a corpse as it floated down, hitting the rocks jutting out from time to time.

” Could it be, a person?!”

Lucius put down his fishing rod and jumped into the water.

Whether his clothes were wet or not, he ran towards the floating object with his excellent swimming skills.

” Hey! Are you okay?!”

“…Don’t scream….”

The red- haired girl raised her head from under the water.

She was a flawless beauty, but she was strangely pale and lifeless.

She looked like a doll.

In particular, her red eyes, which seemed to have jewels embedded in them, were strangely impressive.

” My head is ringing…”

“Ah, that, that’s floating in the water right now…”

“Ah! The girl shook her head firmly.” It’s not a drowning body.”

“…..Yes, that’s right.”

“I was just floating in the water because I didn’t want to move.”

“…”

Lucius picked up something strange.

” More importantly, how long are you going to hold onto me?”

“Huh? O, whoa!!”

Lucius pulled his hand away in fright.

Even though it was underwater, there was a sensation that could be felt because it was underwater.

Sloshing, slashing,

” … Whatever. Hey.”

The girl grabbed Lucius’ wrist.

” You picked it up, so you’re responsible for it.”

The girl called herself Belle.