Chapter 11: Confession.

Translated and Edited by: luccayn.

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“Huh…? Who are you?”

She stared as I leaped down from the tall tree and sliced off branches from the titanic creature. Upon landing, I was met by her confused blue moon eyes.

“I am Noel Reiss. I bear the Darkness attribute just like you do, Cursemaker. I’m an assassin, and I came to help you… Sorry for being late.”

“Noel…? Help…?”

These were surely words the girl never imagined when under such anguishing isolation. As if mulling over my words, the girl blinked her eyes repeatedly, and I offered my warmest smile in response.

“That’s right, I came to help. When I saw you fighting for your dear life, striving to survive even a moment longer even tired as you were, I was moved to lend a hand. Hey, if you don’t mind, could you tell me your name too?”

After blinking several times more, her unkempt silver hair swaying to the breeze, she lowered her gaze for a moment. Then, she nodded.

“I’m Rokoko…”

“Rokoko, huh? Yeah, that’s a nice name. Alright, Rokoko, I have a proposal and a request for you.”

“Pro…posal? Request…?”

“Yes. The proposal is this: can you cooperate with me to overcome this crisis? To defeat the Giant Trent? I believe if we combine our powers, we can surely do it.”

“Huh…? If that’s possible…” She blinked before nodding in agreement.

“Great, great. Now, for my request…”

I smiled and took a deep breath. After all, I’m about to confess something very, very important to me. I need to do it right.

“Rokoko, if we manage to overcome this safely, I want us to form a party together. Not like how you’re treated in that trashy party, but as equals. I promise that I’ll make you way happier than you are now.”

As these words left my mouth, the smile I wore grew warmer.

“We’ll eat delicious food together sharing the same table, heal our fatigue in warm baths, sleep in warm beds, and then… Then we’ll help those in need, shining in the limelight together. I wish us to do all that.”

My voice may have quivered, and my face flushed crimson, but I should have conveyed it regardless. My heartfelt confession to Rokoko.

This exchange took only a few seconds, but after what felt like an eternity, she finally and softly spoke.

“…Yes. Rokoko wants to go with Noel,” a faint blush graced her tawny skin, and her smile bloomed like a budding flower, oh-so-radiant to me.

“Thank you. Alright, first, drink this potion to recover your stamina and magical power. Then, could you help me restrain the Giant Trent a bit more?”

“Mhm, got it. Thanks for the potion, Noel.”

I glanced at her as she nodded and drank the advanced potion I’d just given. Then, I gripped my beloved black swords, already drawn in my right, and visualized the trajectory in my mind.

With this, the number of techniques I could employ had risen from 7 to 13. The steps are a bit complex, but it should work…!

Let’s go, Giant Trent! And even more so, Fellowship of the Hunters! The treatment Rokoko received from you dirty lot, the way she was regarded like no more than a mere dog…! It’s time for you to have a taste of your own filth!

That little something within me ground, roared and hollered like a primal cry.

It was finally time to unleash all the pent–up anger, fury, and a myriad of other murky emotions that have been swelling inside. And it all came crashing down.

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