The Demon General of Earth (♀) Was Ridiculed as "the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Knights", but After She Decided to Quit the Demon King’s Army and Lead a Slow Life, She Was Forced to Live With the Exiled Hero (♀) … Also, for Certain Reasons, They Got Married. - 7.5
I managed to run into this village without being chased by the Kingdom.
I was a little desperate. I walked into the forest in panic, I thought I had been a fool, I thought it was the end of the road for me.
The elf villagers were very kind.
I was starving after wandering the woods for two days so they gave me a generous meal.
I told them I was a Summoned Hero but had been exiled from my country, but they said they would help me still. They also added I could live here forever.
It was the warmest and gentlest welcome I had ever received, compared to when I came here and was only given orders to fight the demons.
It happened the day after I arrived in the village.
A man who called himself the village doctor, Sido, came to me, bowed his head, and asked me to help as a Hero.
“There’s a hero dying due to mana exhaustion,” Sido said. “I believe you’re the only one who can help. I will be forever grateful if you do.”
It seemed like fate.
Because it was, isn’t it? I don’t know how you calculate the probability of reuniting with someone you only met once in this wide world but the odds of running into them as they were dying were probably astronomically small.
I thought of all this as I saw that pale-skinned girl laying on the bed, looking like she had lost all color in her body.
“–So how does it look, Lady Yuri?” Sido asked weakly. “Can you save her…?”
It was a bit of a mess.
It’s a strange act for a doctor, asking me if I could help a patient he wasn’t sure could make it, but he’s working so hard regardless of her odds. I couldn’t blame him.
He was so sincere, so I told him exactly what was on my mind:
“… I don’t know if I can. I’ve never transferred mana to another person. But I’ll do as much as I can.”
“Thank you,” Sido said. “It’s unfortunate but I’m just not strong enough… Monica’s savior, please, hold on…”
Monica is probably that short-haired girl who was crying just outside the room.
This girl—I was sure she was the Immortal Eldora—saved Monica and collapsed afterward.
I was ecstatic.
It seems that being a demon and being evil didn’t go hand-in-hand, after all. Or at least she’s a wonderful demon who does good deeds.
So I had to save her. I couldn’t let her die.
I sat on a stool next to the bed and took the sleeping Eldora’s hand. She seemed to be a general of the Demon King’s Army but I couldn’t believe her hand was so small, so soft.
I didn’t know how to transfer mana.
But as I was summoned into this world, I remember there was something forcibly carved into my spirit, not my memories.
Magic, swordsmanship, a Gift—as a stranger to this world, I didn’t want them. Now, however, I was grateful, if only just this one time.
“Spring forth, gather round, and flow into her,” I chanted.
I don’t remember learning this but it was what came to my mind.
This energy, this spiritual power, some kind of indescribable strength within me, I imagined it pouring out as I touched Eldora’s skin.
It was the mana transfer technique.
Although it was the first time I’d used such a spell, it became as familiar to me as the piano I’d been learning since childhood.
My hands glowed faintly and the light entered Eldora.
Guh, my mana is like a cloudy, endlessly flowing stream but at the same time, I felt a strange, uneasy sensation. It was like my brain was bleeding, oxygen wasn’t getting to it any longer. I almost fell off the chair like I was anemic but I managed to hold fast against it.
Sido looked concerned. “Are you alright, Lady Yuri?”
“… Yes, somehow,” I muttered. “I’ll keep going until she can’t take anymore.”
Frankly, I was close to my limit, it was unbearable.
But I couldn’t stop. I needed to reach her limit, however much mana she could take.
It was evening when I started the spell. Then the sun set, the sun rose, and finally, I stopped.
I was on the verge of exhausting my mana, one notch before empty. That was the best I could have done.
Sido stopped me and the treatment ended. “You’ve done well, Lady Yuri,” he said. “She’s gotten enough mana… she should wake up in a few days.”
I was asked to stop several times during it but I kept going. I didn’t stop until I was certain that she would live.
I felt exhausted as if I’d run a full marathon without taking a single break.
Sido also watched over myself and Eldora without sleep. He’s a good doctor.
I learned later that this treatment is normally performed by several doctors over many days. After I heard that, I felt like an idiot and was a little embarrassed.
Sido was in tears as he thanked me. “Thank you very much,” he said. “You are also a True Hero!”
He took my hand and shook it enthusiastically. I was so tired I couldn’t give an obvious reaction.
“I have to thank you heroes, I need to prepare a feast,” he said before he stormed down the stairs. Even though he had stayed up all night till morning, he was just fine.
I looked at Eldora.
It was just a feeling but I believed she was getting better.
She breathed quietly, her chest slowly rising and falling.
I was certain she was alive.
I stroked her head like you would a family member. Her long bangs were swept aside and her sleeping face was exposed.
Once upon a time, a neighborhood lady praised me as, “Being like a doll.” At that time, I was confused because I didn’t realize it was a compliment; I felt like she was saying I was emotionless. Now, I understand what it meant.
Eldora was like a doll.
The proportions of her face were prominent up close.
She was around the same age as me or a little younger. In modern times, we would have easily been classmates.
Pure white skin that’s never seen the sun, so transparent I could see the light shining through it.
Glittering silver hair, shining like a jewel than a living thing.
Through her gown, I could see her collar bone, so thin and delicate it seemed like it’d break if I so much as touched it.
I stared at her so intently, I suddenly became embarrassed and turned my head away.
I still saw her frightened face in my dreams.
If possible, despite what happened, I wanted to get along with Eldora. I hoped I could.
Eldora fainted again because of me and I was a bit unsurprised.
“La-Lady Eldora?!” Sido cried. “Lady Yuri, what did you do…?”
“Huh?” I replied. “Aside from what you saw, nothing…! But–”
I told them everything.
I fought her once.
I won and let her go.
I told them she was a demon.
I thought we could talk it out because the villagers were all so nice and kind. That aside, she was Monica’s savior. I thought it would be different from the kingdom.
I was a fool. There were no chances of that.
The blame began immediately after, all just because she sided with the demons.
Then, they begin to forsake Eldora.
Everyone says I should kill her.
I was shocked. I was disappointed. I was heartbroken.
She was oppressed just because she was a demon and now she’s about to get stoned by the mob.
Humans, demi-humans, and demons. It seems that there have been hostilities between them all for many years.
They may have reasons to be resentful. They may even have been in mourning because of the demons.
Still, I was sure Eldora was different.
Thanks to Sido, Monica, and some of the villagers who sided with them, it was decided they would hold a meeting for now and we avoided the crisis.
I walked Eldora to it.
I had done something irreparable. That was always going to be the case. The road I chose for my Justice turned out to be a terrifyingly steep one. I got her involved, too.
I carried this guilt with me to bed, the painful emotions gave me heartache.
What should I do when she wakes up?
I’m sure she’s going to be scared. I tried looking at the bright side. I’ll make her a delicious breakfast.
I can at least do that much.
I dreamed of Eldora again that day.
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