I Became My Healer Elf Character-Chapter 72: Invasion and Evacuation

Hikari's eyes were fixed to the glowing orb. In front of her, she couldn't believe her eyes. Inside of the orb there were thousands of undead spawning one after the other. On top of that, she didn't expect the rat to be pierced by a spell. Nor did she expect that a goddess would challenge her directly.

However, the threat of annihilation from a goddess was something that brought her no pause. There were no feelings associated with it. No sweat running down her forehead. No feeling of impending doom. Instead, it felt different. It was like someone aiming above their station.

She realized the feeling was like an employee telling their boss "you're fired." The boss would just look at them strangely. No, in fact, the boss would assume they were joking at first.

"Master," Kurayami pleaded, "can I please deal with all of these undead?"

Hikari looked at the pitiful dragon who plead for release. She wanted to spread her wings, and who was Hikari to deny her? However, as the image in the ball faded, she realized something.

"Did you see that phantom? Didn't he look similar to the one from before?"

Kurayami shrugged. "Sometimes an ant is a cockroach in disguise. It seems like this one is only good for being squished and returned."

"I see," Hikari said, looking over to Mizuko. "And what about you?"

"Mistress, if Kurayami wishes to deal with the undead, then I would not get in her way."

Hikari sighed. "But what happens for the ones that slip through the cracks? This is a whole army we're talking about." A rumbling of the ground stopped her mid sentence, and she gazed outside of the window of the inn. "Well, I suppose it's too late to care at this point."

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General Trent hadn't slept well at all. How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his body splayed out in a pool of his own blood. He never thought he'd be afraid of death, but now, he wanted anything but that. He chewed on his finger nails and sat back in his lofty chair.

He'd already decided. He would leave this city as soon as possible. He would ride back to the capital and inform the Emperor of everything that transpired here. Minus his shady dealings with the thieves guild.

A knock on the door made him flinch. His voice broadcast unsteadily.

"Yes? Who is it?"

The manor's maid opened the door. Worry was plastered over her face as she looked at the general. She wheeled in a tea set. "You don't look well, my lord. You look haggard. Perhaps some tea will ease your nerves?"

Trent accepted the glass, lifting it to his lips slowly. He sipped down the southern leaves. He sighed as some tension left his muscles and tendons. His blackened eyes regained some of their focus with the small caffeine rush.

"Thanks, Mirabelle, I have a favor to ask of you."

The maid perked up at being called upon. "Yes, my lord?"

"I wish for you to notify the other servants and the butler that I will be leaving soon. I'll take make haste back to the capital...I wasn't supposed to stay here this long originally anyway."

Mirabelle scrunched her brow in confusion. However, she was not one to question the general. She curtsied.

"It will be done, my lord."

"Good, and act swiftly. You will ride along with me in the carriage. Hurry along."

The maid nodded and scrambled to get the tea cart out the door.

Trent heard her servant boots clacking on the wooden floor as she sprinted down the stairs. He finally felt himself relax even further, sinking down into a warm cushion. He looked up at the ornate ceiling and frowned while gripping his forehead. His tired eyes blinked slowly.

The General shook his head. "No, I can't sleep tonight. Not when those nightmares will surely follow. I was a damn fool to pick a fight with that goddess."

In his stupor he almost didn't notice the woman who appeared next to him. But when he finally gazed upon her, he flinched, and nearly fell out of his chair.

"Don't fucking scare me like that, Ayase." He looked around behind the witch, trying to find that woman. "I-Is she with you?"

Ayase smiled and shook her head. "No. She's not with me, but if she was, I would bet she'd not be happy. I heard it all. You're planning on running away."

Trent smacked the wall behind him and began yelling at the witch. "So what!? Of course, I am running away! What would you do in my position!? Oh, that's right...You wouldn't be in my position! What in the Hells would you know about dying!?"

He continued with his belligerent protests. "Do you have any idea what it's like to feel that pain? That lonely and crushing darkness afterwards? It felt like I would spend an eternity in there. And this was all the result of your goddess. So yes...I am running back to the capital. Are you going to stop me? Are you going to kill me? Well, then fucking do it! It would be ten times better than…"

The witch slapped her staff on the table, the noise cutting him off. "I don't plan to do any of that. And it's rather rude of you to assume things you know nothing about, isn't it?"

Trent froze and took heavy breaths, steadying himself on the wall. A few tears began flowing down his cheeks. He pitied himself. He wanted to cry like a newborn baby and run away. He slid down the wall onto his bottom and choked down his sobs.

Ayase sighed and shook her head. "Remember, you're the one who caused this mess. You wanted to place yourself above a goddess, and then you paid the price for it. I will not give you pity, but neither does my goddess care if you leave."

Trent looked up at her through cloudy eyes. "Huh? You're saying she will just allow me to escape?"

"Yes, and you better hurry."

Almost like a signal, the ground began to rumble after her words.

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Mirabelle burst through the door. "My lord, something is wrong! The city might be under attack."

"Did you do this?" He asked, whipping his head towards where the witch stood. However, all signs of her vanished. It was as if she'd never been there in the first place.

Mirabelle's tender hands gripped Trent's haggard cheeks. The maid didn't miss the puffy eyes and tear trails. "My lord, are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine. Mirabelle, how soon can we leave?"

"There's a carriage outside."

"Good," Trent said with a breath of relief. "We leave right now. We can't stay here."

He gripped the maid's hand and began his departure. In the other hand he clasped his sword. He ran out of the room, fleeing into the hallway, and running down the stairs.

Trent paid no mind to the other servants as he brushed past them. They all stood in shock from the constant rumbling of the ground beneath them. Several of them stared out of the foyer windows in disbelief.

As the general ran through the main door, he surveyed where they had been looking, and his jaw dropped. A skeletal dragon loomed over the land. It floated there in the sky, yet at this moment, the general had no care. He couldn't worry about the doomed city. He needed to get himself out.

"My lord!"

"Shut up, Mirabelle. Get in the carriage! We leave now!"

Both of them stumbled into the wagon, shutting the door behind them. The driver in the front wasted no time in getting the raptors to move. One snap of his whip, and the thing took off.

"My lord, this is madness! What are we doing?"

But General Trent shook his head. He pointed to the road in front of them. "We're making way to the capital. The Emperor needs to know about this. If we get there fast enough, maybe some troops can get here to defend."

The explanation seemed to placate the maid, and she smiled wryly. "I knew you wouldn't abandon them, my lord."

General Trent couldn't help feeling a pang in his chest. He wanted to choke down even more tears at this juncture. Did the maid know it was all a facade? That he was just fleeing because he was scared of dying again?

But crying was something he wouldn't do. After all, it wasn't necessarily a lie. He was leaving to inform the Emperor. This thought soothed his uneasy heart. Even as the sounds of battle started behind him, his eyes never looked back. If I am lucky, that goddess and her followers will deal with them.

Even with the city on high alert, guards at the entrance let the carriage pass easily. The insignia was enough to get them through.

General Trent couldn't help but laugh as he crossed the lattice. He was free! So he laughed and slumped in his seat. I'm free at last.