“……!”

Frondier's eyes widened as if he remembered.

“That you don't believe in God.”

“…….”

“Because you don't believe in fate.”

The time when Frondier spoke to the sanctuary.

Sybil felt ‘shame’ for the first time in her life.

She had taken the luck and blessings given to her for granted. She had tried to use them. Perhaps, in the near future, she might have even tried to bring misfortune to someone for her own benefit.

However, Sybil had changed.

When she was saved by Frondier and heard his answer.

“……But I still.”

But regardless of whether Frondier believed in fate or not.

“I hear the sound of gears.”

The fact that Sybil received the love of fate was an undeniable truth.

Click, click, click, as.

Sybil still lived, receiving the service of fate for her.

“By any chance, Frondier.”

With a voice that had become shaky at some point, Sybil spoke to Frondier.

“……The reason you've been avoiding me.”

“……!”

For a long time, Sybil had wanted to ask.

Nevertheless, she had been putting it off and hesitating because she was so afraid to hear the answer.

But she couldn't do that anymore.

In this war, for her resolve to be firm, she had reached the point where she could no longer postpone it.

“Is it because I rely on fate?”

“…….”

“Because you don't believe in fate, you don't believe in me either?”

As Sybil asked, she felt so cowardly.

With a trembling voice, an anxious face, and a heart that pleaded with him not to say that.

She did all of that and expected to hear his true feelings.

She couldn't control her voice or expression.

That's why.

“That's not it.”

When Frondier denied it, Sybil regretted it.

She felt like Frondier was giving an answer he didn't want to give, for her sake.

She should have asked more normally. Then, she could have naturally heard Frondier's inner thoughts.

“The reason I've been avoiding you is,”

Meanwhile, Frondier's words continued.

“Because to me, you weren't a mage or a warrior, but just a girl.”

“……Huh?”

For a moment, Sybil asked back at the incomprehensible words.

Frondier, despite appearances, was quite sincere.

The reason Frondier avoided Sybil was clear.

Because Sybil was a villain.

Because Sybil, who received the love of fate and spread her wings with outstanding talent, eventually betrayed the Empire and ran away.

Countless players were angry at Sybil, and Frondier was once the same.

But now, Frondier had memories with Sybil.

‘I had similar worries during the school trip.’

When he was working as a lifeguard for volunteer work, Frondier thought while looking at Sybil.

It would be important for Sybil not to become a villain.

But when the time came, would he be able to believe that Sybil had changed?

‘I realized it then.’

When that thought crossed his mind, Frondier realized one thing.

The fact that he was worried about whether he could trust Sybil meant that he was already aware of Sybil's change.

‘Sybil received such great love from fate that she grew up without any hardships.’

Because she grew up without obstacles, she stumbled over even small pebbles.

That was why Sybil eventually betrayed the players.

If it were just a numbers game in the game, Sybil's stats would be superior to anyone else's, but.

……It didn't work that way.

Frondier finally understood that.

“I'm just worried about you.”

If you remove the layers of labels like love of fate, villain, and betrayal.

Sybil was just a young girl.

A child who hadn't even had the opportunity to grow through hardship, adversity, and trials was always pushed to the most dangerous places by the Empire's hand.

That's why Sybil ran away. That's why she became a villain.

‘I can't say that anymore.’

In the dungeon, she was stabbed by Slevb's sword, in the cabin, she was surrounded by Indus guys and shot arrows at Frondier, and in the Tyburn, she built ice walls with Aten until their eyes were bloodshot.

When she was with Frondier, Sybil always went through all sorts of hardships.

“……Sybil. Do you remember what I said?”

Remembering all of that.

Knowing that Sybil wasn't a girl who relied on fate.

Frondier said,

“Fate is beneath your feet.”

Frondier sent Sybil to the barrier.

Just like when he once believed in Sybil.

Just like before he knew that Sybil was a villain.

* * *

“Lord Cohen!! Dodge!”

Cohen heard the soldier's voice suddenly flying in.

Dodge? What nonsense was this all of a sudden? He was starting to get used to the pain he felt every time their blades clashed.

He was ahead in swordsmanship, so in a few moves, he would be able to cut off that bitch's head.

However, the next shout.

“It's lightning!”

He couldn't just ignore those words.

“That woman! She's using lightning!”

“……What?”

One of Cohen's eyes twitched. What did he just say? Lightning?

Why was such nonsense suddenly coming out? Weren't they fighting with swords right now?

How could something like lightning suddenly appear in the middle of it?

“You caught me.”

But Sybil tilted her head and said that.

“The love of fate, it's quite funny.”

She muttered strange words.

And Sybil's eyes sank again. A strangely low gaze.

When she cut Cohen's sword in half, Sybil had the same look in her eyes.

──You know, Elodie?

When I found out you were Frondier's childhood friend, I was envious.

While I was ignoring Frondier as a human sloth, you must have been talking to him.

When you succeeded in the three-element combination, I was actually very envious.

I noticed that Frondier doesn't worry about you.

You can stand proudly next to Frondier.

I can't even imagine that for myself.

Because I can only do what I imagine.

Sybil Forte Original

──Aura∙Mana Combination

Petal

Red

Flame-

The rapier that descended.

Without any metaphor, it blazed red.

Cohen watched the scene speechless.

Indescribable fear swept over him, and he stood there blankly, unable to make any movement.

A sword clad in aura. Flames rose from that sword.

The explanation was quite simple.

Quite simply, she just used ‘aura’ and ‘magic’ at the same time.

“……It's a lie.”

Cohen was witnessing a sight that he would never see again in human history.

“Such a thing shouldn't exist.”

Whether she heard those words or not, Sybil said, holding the burning sword.

“I don't believe in fate.”

It was what Frondier had said, and the line that had changed her beliefs for a long time, but.

Now, her belief was slightly different from Frondier's.

“Give that crap to the dogs.”