Lydia and I had only known each other for a week. There was no way that our relationship could be put to this kind of test. How could anyone, let alone a cute girl like Lydia, have any kind of feelings for a fat loser like ?
“Please… just kill ,” Lydia spoke, my eyes snapping to hers. “Just cast your spells until I fall. Please…”
Tears fell down her cheeks, yet her steps kept coming forward. In this world, she was a slave. She had almost no value, and certainly not more value than a hero. If she died, no one would care. Her master certainly wouldn’t care. He already thought she was dead. No, that wasn’t true. I would care. She mattered to ! I wouldn’t go so far as to say I loved her. I had made that mistake a hundred tis in the past, giving my heart to soone. I wasn’t doing this out of so misguided desire to love anyone who was even a little nice to . I did this… specifically, because it was Lydia.
“I don’t know how I feel about you,” I spoke honestly, causing Lydia to blink. “But I regret that we’ll never have the chance to find out.”
“W-wait… no, kill ! Please… don’t!” Lydia’s eyes began to panic.
“History repeats itself, huh?” I leaped forward.
Her blade was raised towards . She was way too fast. There was just no way, but I wasn’t going to go without trying.
“No! I love…” Lydia’s words stopped as the sword slid into my gut.
“Ah…” I let out a groan, putting my hand on her cheek. “Really… painful… Remove… Curse.”
There was a glow around her body, but she let go of the sword, and I collapsed to the ground.
“N-n-no!” She scread, collapsing with as my body fell to the ground. “No. Please…”
She grabbed my chest, “I love you! I love you! Please… I love you! You’re the best Master I ever had. Please… don’t leave … I’ll be good. I’ll be good. Just don’t leave .”
The necromancer looked down at the scene with a grimace. “Skeletons… finish her off.”
“Hehehe…” I chuckled, “I knew he was a liar.”
“M-master?” Lydia’s eyes widened as she realized I was still awake.
“Can you pull the sword out of my stomach, it’s really painful.”
“Ah!” She grabbed the sword and yanked it out.
“Ahhhhh…. Damn…” I let out a moan. “Weak Heal.”
I pulled out the last mana bottle and Lydia helped pull it to my lips. “Weak Heal! Weak Heal!”
White magic quickly covered and the wound closed very quickly. With that, I worked my way up to my feet with Lydia’s help. The Necromancer was staring at us with his mouth open. As for the skeletons, they didn’t seem to move at all.
“You… really love .” I asked.
Lydia blushed, lowering her head. “Of course. I aid low… didn’t I? It’s okay that you don’t know how you feel about …”
“Ah… actually, I was just trying to sound cool,” I said sheepishly. “I love you too.”
Lydia’s eyes widened and she looked up at . “You do?”
Forget all my bold talk as I thought I was going to die. I really was a sap who fell in love too easily. However, Lydia was the first girl to ever reciprocate that love.
“What’s going on here?” The Necromancer demanded.
“She was supposed to aim for my heart,” I explained. “Not my stomach. I’m a White Mage. I can pretty much heal from anything that isn’t an instant death. You may have guided Lydia’s hand, but at the last mont when it counted the most, she wouldn’t kill .”
“That…” The Necromancer shook his head. “He…”
“I love you,” I said. “Please… be mine.”
“Mm! I love you! You’ll always be my Master.”
Actually, I ant to be mine like a valentine. My only understanding of romance ca from Valentine’s Day s. I was still uneasy about the master-slave thing, but it seed like a bad ti to bring it up. Our lips t, and the two of us kissed.
“Enough of this!” The Necromancer snapped. “This isn’t… no… just kill… kill them!”
The skeletons finally moved forward this ti, but a second later a bright light exploded from the ceiling. The skeletons were reduced to ash. A glowing orb floated down from the ceiling.
“Y-you…” The necromancer backed up. “They can’t be… this was…”
“Brother…” A voice ca from the lore, causing the skeleton to shake. “It’s ti for you to realize the truth.”
“No… you can’t… slaves are just owned by their masters. They’re tools!”
“Can soone not love a tool?” Her voice asked gently. “Can an animal not love its master?”
The Necromancer’s face was twisted. “You’re not a tool, nor an animal!”
“That’s right… I was his beloved party mber who chose to give my life for him. Look at the pair of them. Know the truth.”
The skeleton looked back at us, still in each other’s arms, and then a strange sense of peace fell over him. “I see… so that’s how it is.”
“Co with , brother. It’s ti.”
“I suppose so…” The Necromancer sighed and then shot a look. “Take care of her! Rather, I’ll hold you to it!”
“Y-yes!” I declared, nodding.
With that, the white glow spread out from the orb and then surrounded the skeleton. A mont later, he was no longer there. With that, the boss was defeated. After all, the story was now finished.
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