By nature, the support magic used by saints was something that took more than half a year to master after being chosen as a saint. Anastasia had followed suit and had been steadily training her saintly powers while doing her job as crown princess. However, she fell ill with poison and was left in a half-dead state. According to the former saint, the power of a saint was a delicate thing, and a beginner couldn’t use it unless she was in perfect physical condition. But, I couldn’t care less about that right now. I was in a life-threatening situation, and we were on the brink of life or death. I wanted to use what I could use, and I wanted to rely on what I could rely on.
“Tsu!”
Suddenly, when I raised my head, my gaze came across an enemy soldier. Although the soldier had a vulgar smile, he was soon blown away by Sylvia-san’s magic. Given the power of that magic, it must have consumed a lot of energy and physical strength… I have to help somehow.
“Master! Are you okay?!”
“I’m fine. Who do you think I am!”
I heard Max-san’s angry voice that I have never heard before. Soon, a storm was blowing all around us. I wondered if Max-san’s attribute was mostly ‘wind.’ Sylvia-san’s attributes seemed to be ‘water’ and ‘wind.’
“There are so many enemies. It’s hard to imagine how many lives have been sacrificed because of that woman.”
“…Master also has a heart. When he was in the service, he didn’t give a d*mn.”
“Well, I became relatively calmer. That’s what happens when people get older.”
Such a conversation reached my ears. I didn’t think I imagined that the conversation was slowly losing its momentum. After all, Sylvia-san seemed to have exhausted a lot of her physical and magical energy. Anastasia also received some education in magic, but she was not as good as someone who was still active. It seemed that we had to rely on the power of the saints.
I repeated the words of the former saint in my mind while holding such feelings in my heart. The source of a saint’s power was her ‘emotions.’ The more intense the emotion was, the stronger the power would become. It didn’t matter if it was sadness, hatred, or joy. What’s important was the strength and excitement of the emotion. The power of the saints was based on the strength and excitement of their emotions.
Right now, the quickest way to get my emotions riled up was to hate the heroine. What if Anastasia had died from the poison? What if she had ruined this country? What if someone hurt someone I care about? When I thought about these, I had no trouble finding something to hate.
“… Master! Anastasia-sama is…!”
I could hear the surprise in Sylvia-san’s voice. That’s right. The current me wasn’t an amateur saint no matter how people look at it…
“Sylvia-san! Max-san! I’ll give you support, so please do something about this situation!”
The last part was a throwaway, but I was sure I’ll be able to give the female lead a piece of my mind. It seemed that I have indeed been reincarnated as the villainous daughter of an otome game. This world was based on the world of an otome game, and I’ve been reborn as Anastasia, the villainess. What’s more, it was the bad end of the otome game…That’s why!
“Throwing a tantrum because things don’t go according to what you want is just being like a child!!”
I shouted my heartfelt words to the heroine, who was probably watching from high on somewhere. I was sure none of the people here would understand the meaning of these words, but that’s okay. As long as the words were conveyed to that woman, that’s all that matters.
“Wow! That’s definitely something only a skilled saint can do! It’s getting interesting!”
I did my best to send my power over to Sylvia-san and Max-san, while the remaining power was applied to Nina as defensive magic.
――The more intense the emotion, the more power the saint has. However, you must not lose your cool, because it will cause you to go out of control.
Keeping the words of the former saint who taught me in my heart, I activated the support magic with the emotion of ‘hatred.’ I’ve been reincarnated, so why shouldn’t I expect a slow life! I really don’t want to be… the crown princess after getting into all this trouble!
“I’m not going to let my second life be ruined and end up being a gamble!”
With these emotions simmering in my heart, I transformed them into the power of the saint.
From then on, the battle was almost always one-sided. The magic of Max-san and Sylvia-san overran the field. There was a certain trust for each other in their fighting style. The vivid way they fought was so beautiful that it seemed to stay in my heart. And, I watched as the last of the enemy soldiers fell―― making friends with the ground. In other words, they all fell down.
(Ha, I managed to be saved!)
I shouted this in my heart as I closed my eyes.