He Became the Only Ally of the Abandoned Warrior

Why do people fall in love? Why do they feel the urge to sacrifice themselves for love? Why do they feel betrayal because of love? Why do they feel joy because of love?

This emotion, with its countless derivatives, was an unsolved mystery even after generations of research.

Every doll that researched love inevitably fell in love, without understanding why, and ended up committing irreparable acts, leading to their ruin.

Just like the current Second Mage.

Love made the dolls incomplete, awkward imitations of humans.

“I believed that, of all the dolls, you, with your lack of talent, could observe this emotion objectively, without being consumed by it.”

“The original seems to be at peace, despite her sins.”

Tigrea shot back sharply, causing the Second Mage to chuckle.

“Ugh…!”

With a splat, black liquid gushed from her mouth.

At the same time, foul water began to flow endlessly from between the skirt that covered her lower abdomen.

“Do I look that way to you?”

Her belly split open vertically below her navel, parting to reveal a swarm of long-tailed, sperm-like worms writhing through her contaminated intestines, muscles, and fat.

“I’m being punished. A punishment where I eternally expel and reconsume the essence of that man who stained my body.”

“Is it painful?”

“It’s disgusting and abominable.”

“Isn’t it the essence of the man you once loved?”

“How dare you!”

The man she referred to was the thief who had lured the Second Mage with his sexual curiosity.

At her outburst, the worms snapped their teeth in Tigrea’s and Denarua’s direction, hissing threateningly.

“Not for a single moment did I love such a filthy wretch. He’s revolting and despicable! The only one I ever loved was Guerrero… Ugh!”

Crunch.

“How dare you….”

Denarua’s silence was broken as her sword pierced the Second Mage’s heart.

Exploding with the rage she had suppressed, Denarua twisted the blade as she pulled it out, inflicting maximum pain.

“Good…! Good! Do it more! Yes, you have the right to be angry with me, to take his place and punish me!”

The dual-wielding swordswoman trembled violently as she retrieved her sword.

The reason she couldn’t completely tear the Second Mage apart was this.

“If you torture me! If you punish me! I feel like I’m being forgiven by him!”

The Second Mage, who had been cackling, was now weeping black tears.

The dignity she had once possessed was gone, leaving only a woman mad with pain and guilt.

“He’s gone. You sent him to the guillotine yourself. You killed him with your own hands.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no. Please, listen to me, little sister-in-law….”

Crack!

“Grrr…!”

“Who do you think you’re calling sister-in-law?”

“Heehee… Heehee… More… More….”

“You damned wretch!”

In the end, it was Denarua who recoiled and withdrew her sword, trembling with disgust.

“Listen. That vile man’s touch sent my mind reeling with pleasure, but it quickly faded. His interest, my interest, it all faded. When he began flirting with other party members, shirking his duties as a husband, I gave birth to our child alone and spent three days and nights lying in bed by myself. It was only then that I could distinguish between lust and love.”

Foul water poured from every orifice—her eyes, nose, mouth.

It was all gifts from the man who had toyed with her.

“So I abandoned the child that was born without love. Though it grew up on its own, from that day on, I lived only for him. I admit I was late. I admit I was lacking. But after that day, I changed. I learned shame, and I will atone until I am forgiven and can offer him my purest devotion!”

The Second Mage, steeped in delusions and false hope, burst into maniacal laughter.

She endured the pain of having her body devoured by worms and the disgust of that man’s essence crawling through her, all while dreaming of a day that would never come.

“The goddess even told me. She said that once his wounds heal, this punishment will end. When it ends, this body will be pure again, ready to welcome him.”

“Hmph.”

Denarua barely held back her teeth from grinding as she sneered.

“The goddess said that his wounds must heal for the punishment to end? That means he’s finally forgotten you completely.”

“Don’t make me laugh! Don’t underestimate Guerrero’s love! Even as he died, he smiled at me! He thought only of me until the end. Not those saintly bitches with their swaying chests, not those archers or warriors who clung to his sides, but me!”

A dirty face, covered in foul water, grinned.

“He loved only me…!”

“Ugh!”

Tigrea doubled over, retching.

The disgust was overwhelming.

The original, whom she once revered as a lofty figure, had become nothing more than a wretched creature, lower than a common whore.

“Look at that. That’s your future.”

“No! I’m different!”

“What’s different? You walk around shamelessly, unaware of your own mistakes. How are you any different?”

“Now I know. I know what shame is. I will atone until I am forgiven, and then….”

Tigrea’s heated protest abruptly cut off.

She realized with despair that her current words were no different from the absurdities the Second Mage had just uttered.

“I am… different….”

“No. 144, Tigrea!”

The Second Mage snarled at the despairing mage.

“You’ve fallen in love! I warned you that dolls who fall in love cannot study love! You were supposed to remember that dolls who fall in love commit irreversible mistakes!”

“You’ve already committed irreversible mistakes, and like that wretched woman, you’ll surely hurt Lin. Give up. Your very existence is harmful to him.”

Guilt choked Tigrea, making it impossible to breathe.

Like Lucy before her, Tigrea shed tears, looking around like a lost child who had just lost her parents.

The sinner, steeped in foul water, manipulated her, while the vampire, with the authority to punish, chastised her.

“Ah… Ah…!”

For the first time, the doll realized how terrifying emotions could be.

And she also realized that, like the Second Mage, she was a great sinner.

“Choose. I’ll kill you painlessly.”

“I…”

She didn’t want to die.

But she didn’t have the nerve to keep living.

Tigrea hated herself for wanting to live.

“Hurry and choose!”

“I…!”

As Denarua pressured her, Tigrea began to sob uncontrollably.

Ultimate Skill

[Severance: Spatial Division]

With a familiar, nostalgic voice, the burning void of hell tore open, creating a rift.

Emerging through the torn rift was none other than Lin.

“Lin! How did you get here?!”

Denarua was shocked, but Lin’s gaze was fixed on the weeping Tigrea.

“Stand up.”

“Lin…. I…!”

“You’re different from her.”

“…!”

Despite being submerged in foul water, Lin immediately recognized the woman with lavender hair.

Read 𝓁at𝙚st chapters at ƒrēenovelkiss.com Only.

He knew instantly that this wretched creature was the Second Mage.

“If you’ve realized your shame and your mistakes, then apologize to Lucy.”

“Lin….”

“Tigrea, it’s not too late. I’ll vouch for you.”

She weakly grasped the hand he offered her.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry until you’ve at least asked for forgiveness.”

“Sniff…! Hic!”

Tigrea obediently swallowed her tears as he instructed, but she was still upset that she couldn’t stop crying.

“Lin! You shouldn’t have come here!”

As the hellfire began to burn Lin’s outer clothes, Denarua panicked and started to reverse summon the space she had created.

The surroundings distorted and shrank as hell slowly contracted.

Amid the shrinking hell, the Second Mage saw Lin.

Or rather, with her inherent magical power, she saw his soul.

“Guerrero…? Is that you? Guerrero!”

Ironically, the love she only realized too late was genuine, so she was able to discern the soul’s faint resonance, which even Denarua had difficulty perceiving.

“You’ve finally come to forgive me! I’ll… I’ll expel all these vile things and come to you quickly. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for showing you such an unseemly sight. I have so much to say to you. How much I love you….”

“Hey.”

But Lin’s gaze toward her was nothing but cold.

“I’m not Guerrero. But I knew him well. We were like brothers.”

“You’re not…?”

“That’s right, I’m not. And he said something.”

The words he was about to utter were not a lie.

As someone who had once been part of Guerrero’s soul, Lin knew.

“He said he hated you.”

“What?”

“He said he could never forgive you, and it pained him so much that he wished he could go back to a time before he knew you.”

“That’s not true!”

“Why not?”

Denarua’s reverse summoning was almost complete.

Through the narrow gap in the dimension, Lin spoke coldly.

“I heard him.”

Fzzzt.

Left alone in hell, the Second Mage murmured blankly.

“He hated me?”

Her voice had aged dramatically.

“He said he could never forgive me?”

Finally, she began to feel the pain inflicted by the worms.

“He wished he could go back to before he met me?”

The foul liquid, which had once been a pristine white, continued to flow through her body.

“No…”

At last, the Second Mage faced the reality of her sins.

“No…!”

She shouldn’t have done it.

She shouldn’t have fallen for the thief’s temptation.

She shouldn’t have made the foolish excuse of testing whether her love would remain unchanged despite physical pleasure.

She shouldn’t have sent him to the guillotine, consumed by lust.

Everything was an irreparable mistake.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh-!!!!!!!!”

She could have been happy.

If only she had resisted that temptation.

She could have loved.

She could have loved the child born from the Hero, and that child’s children as well.

She could have lived.

As a woman who looked at no one but one man.

“I was wrong! Please… pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-!!!!!!!”

Everyone must remember.

Pleasure lasts only a moment, but regret lasts forever.

No one is exempt, not even this foolish Second Mage.

“I shouldn’t have turned my back on you that day….”

And so, her true punishment began.