Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 425: The Blight

"I no longer remember my name. That detail has been lost on me ever since I came in contact with the Blight."

"That…"The woman glanced around, looking at the horde of monsters outside the tent, not the tent’s inner walls.

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"...is the Blight."

Zach nodded. He had already figured as much, but it was nice to get confirmation. The Blight was what reanimated the monsters and united them under the woman’s command. He wasn’t sure what the Blight was, where it came from, or how it worked, but those were minor details.

"Before the Blight, long before it, I was an ordinary warrior. I was a proud warrior of the Ka. I fought for my people’s safety and wealth. Strangely enough, while I do not remember my own name, I remember the names of my family. My parents. My sisters. My child. Perhaps because they died before the Blight. How fortunate.

"Yet, I do not know their faces anymore. I remember their smell, their names, and their touch on my body, but nothing remains of their faces," the woman’s voice was filled with sadness.

"I…failed my people," she said after a long pause.

"I, as a warrior, was the last of my kind. I, who should have died to protect them, could not die. I could not protect them with this useless life of mine. One by one, they fell around me." The woman sighed with grief that had stayed with her throughout the countless years since then.

"...I do not remember much of what happened next, but suddenly, I was no longer just a warrior of the Ka. I was the Ka. And I was the strongest. I had avenged my people and then some, but I had no home. So, I went looking. But everywhere I went, I smelled the death of my people.

"I had to leave. I had to go somewhere my people had never died. I turned to the stars. Nothing in the world could harm me. I was invincible, I thought.

"How wrong but right I was." The woman sighed again, her gaze rising from the floor toward the sky without seeing Zach in front of her. She was deep in her memories as she remembered when she had bravely gathered her strength in her legs and took aim at the nearest star.

"I left my world behind. But only for a few moments before the Blight found me. Suddenly, I was back on the ground, but I was no longer alone. The monsters that died when I fell stood by my side. Where I pointed, they went, bringing back new comrades.

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"But it was strange. I wasn’t the one pointing. It was the Blight using my body to carry out its ill desires. With me, it was unstoppable. With me and my strength, the Blight could not be defeated by anyone in the world. We were unstoppable.

"I thought I would enjoy it. I thought I enjoyed it. But bringing onto others what others had brought onto me and my kind did nothing but empty my heart. By the time I realized, it was already too late." The woman’s gaze turned to the mountain.

"The Blizzard was too slow. This mountain was all that remained." The woman sighed.

"Now, me and the Blizzard wage a never-ending war. And unfortunately, it seems like I’m winning." The woman finally turned to Zach again.

"What is your name, Handsome?" She asked, clearly done with her story. It was a little lacking in detail, and it would barely have been granted a passing grade if she had turned it in to any of the instructors at the Academy. The details were one thing since it was a decent short story that relied on the reader’s imagination.

But it jumped a little. The characterization was a little lacking, and there wasn’t enough for the reader’s imagination to build on. And was it supposed to wake empathy or judgment? What was that ending?

However, Zach wasn’t an instructor, thankfully, and he wasn’t here to critique the woman who had spent millennia with nothing but monsters to help her write her stories.

"Zacharia Evandiel," he answered solemnly.

"...’Zacharia Evandiel’..." She repeated, tasting the name. She gave him a light smile that would have earned her a sharp glare from each of his maids if they hadn’t been too worried about Zach’s safety to be jealous.

The edges of the tent’s entrance flapped in the gentle breeze.

"You may refer to me as Patient Zero. Thank you, Zacharia Evandiel. Thank you for accepting my invitation. Thank you for asking me about my story. Thank you for listening to the end. Thank you for heeding my request." The woman bowed her head with all four hands of hers on her lap.

Zach frowned.

"You haven’t stated your request yet?" He said, confused.

"No? Aren’t your friends bringing me the object I asked you to acquire?" The woman responded with a question of her own.

Zach’s eyes sharpened as he felt the cold breeze creep in through the tent’s cloth walls. He turned around toward the entrance.

’Why are they…!?’

Zach stood up and looked at the woman.

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked warily. He didn’t know what that was, but he had an idea, and he could guess what she was going to do with it. He did not like it.

The woman smiled but didn’t say anything until after standing up for the first time in several thousand years.

"I think we both know, Zacharia Evandiel," She said.

"I implore you, do your best to stop me," she pleaded with sadness in her eyes.

Zach didn’t have the time to question what she meant before she disappeared from the spot as she tried to leave the tent. His eyes widened. He could not stop her even if he was prepared for that speed. If he had been as strong as he was when fighting Ugor… Maybe things would have been different.

For now, he was lucky that she did not aim for him. He was lucky that he was not alone. He was lucky that he was at a higher level now than when fighting Ugor. He was lucky Yanael had evolved.