The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player Chapter 6，Part2

Chapter6，Part2

Would a mother kill the daughter she gave birth to because her own mother rejected her?

I guess I’ve been a little too passive for my own good. I couldn’t seem to avoid the death flag even if I tried to, and even though I was able to get away from that family (original family), my new family made feel even more helpless, and they all did nothing but continued to curse and scorn and even tried to kill .

What a crappy world we live in, really.

I’m getting a little… vexed.

It’s not like to cry myself to sleep and run away. Isn’t that right? Gramps. I was stupid enough to fight back against a street thug and died, rember?

—This ti, I want you to live a long and happy life—

“…”

“You little brat, are you still trying to resist!”

I grab the butler’s arm, and he resentfully puts his hand on my neck.

I scramble to my feet as fast as I can.

A switch was flipped inside .

Escape? Who will? ? No. I will fight you head on. As a villainess.

I don’t want to be defeated by anyone. I’m going to outlive Gramps, and I’m going to make him proud.

“――Setup [Witch Dress] ――”

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*Guooooooo!!!

Rolf received a strong shock to his entire body and was blown into the air for no apparent reason.

“Gah, nah!”

Rolf was knocked to the ground, coughing and feeling a strong presence approaching, he leaped backwards, holding back the pain in his body.

“What?

Rolf’s face twitches in fear as he looks at the ground that has just been swept up by the storm and the clumps of earth that have rolled up in a huge pile.

What’s out there? What’s happening? Rolf’s face twitched with fear in confusion as he realized that he had just tried to put an end to the Abominable Child, but suddenly he was being attacked by sothing else.

The “red shadow” that had run past him made a sudden stop as if it were crushing the earth, and through the curling smoke, it lunged at Rolf again.

“Aaaaah!”

He scread and used a nearby tree as a shield. However the tree was also shattered into smithereens by the blow, and Rolf was blown away along with the debris, and while his face was warped, he used his inner magic on a humanoid shadow that he could see for a mont as it passed by.

“[Oh, fla that controls all things! Be an arrow of fire and pierce my enemy]? [Fire Arrow] !”

A few flaming arrows appeared in the spell he cast and shot out into the red shadow.

An attack spell of the first rank. Rolf, who was a double attribute of fire and earth, was imnsely confident in his magical power, saying that it was due to his noble blood.

As the [Fire Arrow] was fired, the red shadow wavered faintly in the dust cloud that danced in the air under sudden movent…

“[Fire Arrow]”

With an unknown language, the Red Shadow also shot out a [Fire Arrow], knocking down all of Rolf’s Fire Arrows.

“What is this nonsense…?”

The launching of a single syllable spell. This ant that it was not “magic” controlled by a researched spell, but instead it was “magic” controlled by a magician who understood the spell.

“Huh.”

Rolf, who felt the difference in physical and magical abilities, once again fled into the surrounding woods when he sensed the approaching presence again.

*zapaaaaan!!!!*

“Hiiiiiii!”

At that mont, several trees so thick that looked like they could only be hugged by up to a hundred people were cut down with a single blow, and they fell to the ground making the earth tremble.

In the midst of it all: Rolf’s eyes caught sight of a beautiful girl with one foot on the trunk of a tumbling tree against the bright moon amidst the soaring leaves.

“You…are…”

A face with golden eyes shining like the moon, long ears spilling out from jet-black hair darker than the night sky.

Her red mini-dress with a glossy velvet surface was embroidered with black roses and black thorns, and her knee-high boots and the “skin color” of her legs that could be seen through the short, fluttering hem stimulated Rolf’s brain.

She was probably about 15 years old. Her untad beauty made her seem like a fairy lured by the light of the moon.

However, the sheer size of the sword on her shoulder, which was as tall as Rolf, made his body tremble unconsciously.

“…Who…are you…”

“I am…”

A clear voice spilled from the girl’s lips, and an icy smile appeared on her pretty face.

“I am…Witch”