Fated to Be Loved by Villains
Chapter 348: Resolution (1)

People who had reached the pinnacle of their respective fields—the strongest on the continent. Saints

Among them, the Sword Saint was said to be able to face even mythical beings like Heroes or Devils, to some extent.

Of course, as the words ‘to some extent’ suggested, even they couldn’t handle such beings head-on, let alone overwhelm them.

That was why…

“This won’t do.”

…The thing that was happening right now made zero fucking sense.

Following that relaxed voice, both the Strongest Hero and the Strongest Vessel were both flung away at once.

What a fucking monster.

Amidst the ongoing clash, Iliya gasped for air as she thought so. Sweat trickled on her forehead, but she couldn’t even think about wiping it off.

She was definitely one of the handful of powerhouse in this world, even on a continental scale. It wasn’t rare for people to call her the strongest ‘human’—a Hero.

While Eleanor—the woman who was fighting alongside her—was someone she couldn’t guarantee victory against even if she were to bet her life on the line.

But, not only this human was facing both of them at once, she even ‘overwhelmed’ them.

I can’t feel shit.

Whatever the fuck she was using, Iliya just couldn’t ‘feel’ it.

No Magic, no Divine, no Law Power, nothing!.

“Are you two done?”

“…”

“…”

Both Iliya and Eleanor fell silent at that casual question.

To provoke both of them at once was an act that even someone with balls of steel would think twice, but the problem here was that they couldn’t just recklessly charge in again even when provoked.

The reason was simple.

Compared to the Prophet who looked all relaxed, it was them who were being pushed back and suffered all sorts of injuries.

The fact that this was happening even though the other side wasn’t even actively attacking them made them feel despair.

“…Should we try to sync our timing again?.”

“You know damn well that’s not the problem.”

Eleanor responded to Iliya’s murmur in a gloomy voice.

In contrast to their horrendous relationship, their coordination wasn’t just smooth, but extremely smooth.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say it was close to perfect.

But, despite that…

They couldn’t find even a single opening from their opponent.

“The difference in our fundamental capabilities is ridiculous. This is—”

Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence, but Iliya had to agree with the intent behind the lines.

Even with the combined strength of the Hero and the Grey Devil’s Vessel…

They still couldn’t win. If anything, they felt like they were fighting a whole ass mountain.

“I’ve been a Hero for over 10 years. How many times do you think I’ve fought against those who are designated as the world’s public enemies.”

The world’s public enemies

Beings who could single handedly bring about world destruction.

The Hero, chosen as humanity’s hope, had the duty to fight against such beings. As a Hero from ‘another world’, the Prophet had never lost such fights.

Leaning on her body, the Prophet called out with a grin…

“Hero, Gray Devil’s Vessel—”

…And suddenly accelerated.

For most of their fight, she’d just stand and defend the pair’s onslaught, but occasionally, she’d switch and went on the offensive like this all of a sudden.

“—In my eyes, you’re just a pair of greenhorns.”

“Keuk!”

“Ngh!”

Every time this happened, Eleanor and Iliya’s bodies would simultaneously be flung away as more injuries were added to their bodies. This pattern had been repeated multiple times, and it hadn’t failed even until now.

It was strange. Her speed wasn’t particularly fast, and her power wasn’t all that impressive. Not only that, her technique couldn’t be more familiar to both Iliya and Eleanor who had faced it several times.

What happened here was that…

They were overwhelmed by its ‘completeness’.

Her capability as a warrior to find the most ‘correct’ action for each movement she made was in a realm far beyond the abilities of those two.

And the biggest problem was that there wasn’t any other way to face such a human other than a straightforward approach.

“…You can do time manipulation, stopping time, things like that, right? Why don’t you use it now?!”

Iliya shouted in a voice filled with frustration as she saw blood flowing from the wound cut along her thigh.

“Do you really think that would work?”

“…It wouldn’t, would it?”

But, the question was something she already knew the answer to.

Frowning, Iliya glared at the Prophet who was playfully twirling the weapons in ‘both her hands’.

She knew the power of the Holy Sword better than anyone else. ‘Nullification of all abilities’, including Demonic Aura.

And it isn’t just one…

In one of her hands was a Holy Sword that looked like Iliya’s, and in her other hand was a sword made of Starsteel, just like the Holy Sword.

But, its length was barely longer than a dagger. In contrast, the pommel and the handle were made in a long Sword’s form, giving it an imbalanced appearance.

—What the fuck is that even?

Iliya gritted her teeth as she glared at it.

It was a weapon which shape she had never seen in her life, but it was clear that this strange thing was what was giving them the most trouble right now.

Not only did the damn thing mess up their timing due to its attack that would pop up at the most bizarre timing, but also because the thing’s resistance to Demonic Aura was almost double of Iliya’s Holy Sword.

Even Gray Devil’s terrifying Authority was rendered ineffective.

“You’ve been gawking at this for a while now. Curious?”

The Prophet let out a wry smile and rotated the dagger a few times in her hand.

She moved it as if she was handling a lifelong companion.

Her following sentence seemed to further confirm that idea.

“This is also a Holy Sword, strictly speaking.”

“…What?”

“It was broken once, completely shattered to the point of unusable, this is what I managed to salvage from whatever was left to make a usable weapon.”

“…”

“Are you curious how it got broken?”

At Iliya’s silence, the corner of the Prophet’s lips twisted further.

If until now she had been wearing a mischievous grin like Iliya usual self, what was on her face now was a frosty sneer.

“–Because I killed every single Devil with it.”

With those words, the Prophet once again leaped at them.

Before Iliya could react, she was kicked and sent flying. At the same time, the Prophet blocked Elearnor’s incoming sword with the longer Holy Sword.

Then, he drew a vicious arc with the shorter one.

“-!!!!”

In the next moment, sparks flew in front of Eleanor’s eyes.

Because that twisted blade had plunged deep into her left abdomen.

“Seems you’ve got a bit more mental fortitude now, huh?”

The Prophet mockingly said to Eleanor, who was glaring at her with clenched teeth.

“Before, you’d immediately take hits and lose as soon as you were pushed back a little. Now—”

Even as she said those words, the Prophet lowered her gaze and continued to follow Elearnor’s movements.

“Just taking hits doesn’t suit you anymore, huh?”

Indeed.

Even amidst the pain of her skin being scraped off, Eleanor was pulling back her other arm holding the sword.

Her fist flew out with a force that could tear through the air. A human body would explode if they were to be hit by it, but the Prophet just casually twisted her body to avoid it.

“I had a pretty vivid memory—”

Eleanor answered as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The good news was that it didn’t come from her innards, as the sword didn’t pierce her organs.

“—of you trying to kidnap Dowd right in front of my face.”

Thanks to that, she tried her damn hardest. So that he wouldnt suffer any harm in her presence.

And this was the place for her to see that fruit of labor.

“Well, I wonder if you’ll see it?”

“…”

Sadly, the gap between them was so large that she could only remain silent.

“Perhaps— You won’t be able to see it alone.”

“…?”

“I’m jealous, you know? That you’re not alone.”

Eleanor’s eyes narrowed at the Prophet’s sudden words.

What the fuck is this bitch on about now?

But regardless of her reaction, the Prophet raised her sword with a wry smile.

As if trying to defend against ‘something’ that was about to come.

“Talk about perfect timing.”

And…

“Well, I’ve always been indebted to her.”

Along with a man’s voice coming from nearby.

“I should come to save my wife at least once, no?

A fist filled with immense physical force smashed into the Prophet’s position.

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