Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses

Chapter 6: Master of the Dark Sword IV (1)

Its said that there are three main factors that determine a persons life.

One is what kind of environment you were born in.

The other is what kind of experience you have.

And the last thing is what kind of people do you meet.

By that standard, Ophelia had always thought her life was full of misfortunes.

She was born in a miserable environment where she didnt even know her parents faces. As an adventurer, she had to struggle only to survive, and had to face countless deaths.

In addition, the types of people she had met were those who courted death. They were people who were trying to kill her, or those who approached her for the purpose of fulfilling their own personal desires.

All of them were people who regarded her as a mere tool.

But in her life, which was considered full of darkness. One day, light started to seep in.

For the first time, she encountered a person who saw her as a living human being, not as a tool.

From the moment she first met him, he recognized her efforts that no one else payed attention to.

He complimented her for the first time.

For the first time, he let her know the warmth of a person.

Her Lord had planted a precious flower in her heart, which had been desolate until now.

Bahamut Fernandez.

Recently, whenever she thought of the mans face, Ophelias face blushed red without realizing it.

What is it? This feeling Ive never felt it before

Ophelia realized for the first time that just thinking of someone could make her so happy.

Even at the moment.. when she was laying down on her bed, that persons face kept coming to her mind, and the thought of wanting to see that persons face fills her heart.

Couldnt it be is this that the feeling of love

Feelings that she thought would have nothing to do with her. However, Ophelia herself knew best that there was no other way for her to express these feelings. 

But at the same time, recognizing that fact began to awaken another emotion in Ophelia.

A painful and conflicting emotion called sadness.

It seemed contradictory, but in fact it was natural.

Ophelia, who was an adventurer, was of low origin, who in fact didnt even know her origin.

For her, it was safe to say that there was absolutely no possibility of being associated with Bahamut, who owned the citys top level merchant companies. The difference between the two peoples status was so far that she dared not even measure it.

Therefore, her love could never come to fruition.

A woman like me no matter how hard I try, Ill never be able to unite with Lord Bahamut. All I can do is hold up my sword and stand by his side

Thinking that was the only way she would be able to express her love for him, Ophelia slowly closed her eyes, feeling deep fatigue.

In order to wake up early tomorrow morning, she should get a good nights sleep.

At that moment

?

Ophelia, who had just fallen asleep, sensed the presence of something and stood up.

What is it? Who at this hour

The sun had already set and the surroundings were extremely dark.

However, she was basically trained as a warrior, and her senses had become more sensitive due to that. Therefore, she succeeded in detecting signs movement in the dark.

Could it be is it a thief?

As soon as that thought came to mind, Ophelia immediately rose from her bed and raised her sword.

Then, Ophelia started to move towards the place where the presence was felt.

Concealing her presence to the extent that it would be difficult for an ordinary person to notice, she began to move cautiously. Then, a faint light began to appear in front of her eyes.

Watching the light move faster than expected without much hesitation, Ophelia continued to stealthily follow it, considering the possibility that the other party was either a novice thief who had no sense of caution, or a strong person who did not even feel the need to do so.

***

She was lying on the cold floor, in the room devoid of light.

Isolda looked at the locked iron door with blurry eyes, feeling that it was difficult to even breathe.

Its been a week since she stubbornly refused to eat.

Now, as if her stomach had recognized that no matter how much pain it sent, it would have nothing, she no longer felt any pain.

However, instead of pain, another sensation dominated her body.

It was terribly lethargic.

A terrible feeling as if her life was slowly burning out, leaving her with no energy to even lift a finger.

In the terrifying silence, Isolda felt as if the god of death was beckoning to her. She even began to think that she would rather die as soon as possible.

At that time

Kikiiik!

!

The next moment, the iron door started to open with a sharp sound.

The moment she heard that, Isoldas life, which had been dying out, suddenly started to burn as if oil had been poured into it.

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