After my rebirth, Miss Saint turned evil

But the dragon once again used its wings to stir up a storm, breaking up the magic circle she had constructed and interrupting the powerful magic she was releasing.

The only freezing technique she knew, which could be released quickly, had already been tried.

However, magic like freezing is completely meaningless to a creature like a dragon with extremely hot blood.

The oppressive feeling brought by the huge dragon body in front of him, and the mocking smile on its face.

This reminded Candice of the bad boy who was much bigger than other kids his age and always bullied her when she was little.

"Am I going to die? At the hands of this dragon?"

"Rescue... probably won't happen."

'Mr. Gerard still hasn't come back...'

“That’s right…”

'I'd put myself in Mr. Gerald's shoes.'

"He would definitely abandon a weak woman like me..."

"Anyway, no one will come to save me..."

'I'm going to die here...'

'Even my body...will not be discovered.'

Candice was scared, she really was.

Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, and her hands clenched tightly around her wand.

She had witnessed many deaths so far.

Having lived as an adventurer until now, I have encountered many situations where people died in front of me.

She had seen a knight in thick armor cut in half by a single claw of a monster;

'I don't want to die. '

She had seen magicians like herself crushed to the ground like cucumbers by monsters;

'I don't want to die. '

She had seen swift thieves have their legs cut off and bleed to death in agony.

'I don't want to die. '

Candice didn't want to die, she really didn't want to die.

So, she raised her wand once again.

Perhaps it was the fear of death that stimulated his potential, and the construction of the magic circle this time was extremely smooth.

Even in her career of using magic, this was the fastest construction.

That powerful magic is about to be unleashed, and if that happens, there's a chance of defeating this one—

The dragon sneered disdainfully and stomped heavily on the ground of the maze with its claws.

The ground began to shake and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

The magic circles that were about to be completed also disappeared.

Her hat fell off, revealing her messy gray hair and lovely face.

The dragon walked up to her who had fallen, and it seemed to be tired of playing.

Candice saw it raise its right front paw high and move it directly above its body.

“No…don’t…”

She began to wave the wand in her hand wildly, trying to use the fragile wand to block the dragon's front claws.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to... Who will come..."

"Whoever it is, please save me..."

The dragon claw began to fall slowly, and her hand lost its grip, causing the wand to fall from her hand and onto the ground.

"Someone can come...save me."

“Help me…”

She lowered her head in fear, closed her eyes tightly, and kept shouting.

But maybe no one can hear it.

"In this world..."

"There are no heroes for the weak."

In the end, this was what was on Candice's mind.

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"Qiang!"

There was a sound in front of me, something like the sound of metal colliding.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel any pain.

I opened my tightly closed eyes and saw my body was still intact.

As expected, the situation where he was crushed to the ground like an egg by the dragon's claws did not happen.

"Candice!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Why are you sitting on the ground?"

"You damned fellow who only knows how to look down on others!"

"Use that damned, inexplicably powerful magic of yours to blow this guy up into the air!"

"My arm hurts so much! It's all your fault, damn it!"

I heard the man's roar, and my name appeared in the voice, so the roar was directed at me.

"Eh?"

I didn't understand the meaning of the man's roar, or rather, I couldn't understand the meaning at all.

After making a puzzled sound, I raised my head.

What came into view was the back of a black-haired man, the sword in his hand blocking the dragon's claws that were stepping down.

His right arm kept shaking, as if it could not bear the dragon's powerful strength, and sparks flew from the junction of the claws and the sword.

"This is... my hero."

When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but think so.

The man's face was reflected on the sword that had been hammered until it was extremely smooth.

At this moment, that face.

It is engraved in my heart forever.

Chapter 32 The Memory of Candice

After hearing the roar coming from deep in the third level of the maze, Murphy ran directly in the direction of the sound.

When he arrived, he saw the petite gray-robed magician holding up the staff that was taller than she was.

Then, the familiar dragon laughed and stomped its front paws heavily.

The ground of the maze began to tremble, and the petite girl fell to the ground.

The hat on her head was thrown aside, revealing her messy gray hair.

This time, Murphy finally saw her face clearly, which had been hidden by the brim of her hat and her messy gray hair.

At this moment, he remembered everything about the genius magician in his previous life.

The brave teammate, the talented magician, the powerful magic, and the cold eyes looking at him.

He remembered everything.

"What the hell are you doing, you bastard?"

Murphy looked at her face, which looked like she was about to cry, and her teeth were gritting.

'What is this? '

'Are you really that Candice Greathatter?'

"The you I know wouldn't fall down so awkwardly."

"Your magic should be faster, right?"

Murphy, who has recovered the relevant memories, has a deep feeling towards Candice that can even be said to be disgust.

However, her strength is indeed strong.

But what does this mean now?

That slow casting speed, that magic circle that was destroyed just because of a fall.

That cute face looked like it was about to cry.

He looked at the raised dragon claw, and dark emotions began to grow in his heart.

'Wouldn't it be nice if you died here?'

This dirty, dark thought kept swirling in my mind.

It made him want to just turn around and leave, ignoring the impending death of the genius magician.

Suddenly, I heard a cry for help. It was Candice who fell to the ground.

"Someone can come...save me."

“Help me…”

Murphy pursed his lips tightly, and it seemed as if his back teeth on both sides were about to be broken by himself.

then.

'Tsk! Damn it.'

"I can't do this without you. If you die, who will kill this damn dragon?"

"You still need me to rescue you, what a useless guy."

Murphy found an acceptable reason for herself.

Then, he moved.

He had never thought that his movements could reach such a speed.

Those tense legs drove him towards Candice.

Then he stood still and used his right arm, which was still in great pain, to pull out the long sword that had been put back into the greasy scabbard.

Hold your hands together and hold them horizontally in front of you.

The dragon's claws fell and hit the sword, making a "clang" sound.

"Hmm!"

Murphy's knees were bent, and the joints in his shoulders seemed to begin to break again. He couldn't help but groan.

This time, Murphy didn't have time to use his skills to release some of the force, he used his arms to withstand the blow.

The severe pain made him want to vent by screaming.

The emotions in his heart surged again, and this time, he could no longer resist the urge to yell.

"Candice!"

"..."

"You damned fellow who only knows how to look down on others!"

"..."

"My arm hurts so much! It's all your fault, damn it!"