Is The Super Famous Sorceress The Villain?

Katrina raised her weapon high, and it began to glow with an intense light.

"Well, if you have nothing to say... Goodbye forever, Milla Vellerth."

I raised my hands to try to shield myself and turned my gaze away. Is this the end? Is this how my life ends? At the hands of the person I admired the most?

"Blazing Starfall!" Katrina chanted, unleashing her special technique. Two yellow shockwaves were heading toward me; I could feel the heat on my skin. That attack would finish me off in an instant.

How ironic. I got to see her famous technique for the second time—except this time, it was aimed at me.

Slashhh!

Splurt!

I opened my eyes slightly, trembling with fear. There was some sort of liquid splattered across the floor. 'Blood? Huh? Am I dead?' I wondered. Because of the darkness, I couldn't make out the color of the liquid, but given the situation, I assumed it was my blood.

"What's the meaning of this, Warmonger? Are you rebelling?" Katrina growled, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Huh? Warmonger?

I quickly looked ahead to see what was happening, and to my surprise, there was Warmonger. That slimy aberration had taken Katrina's technique head-on.

"Nhhg..."

Katrina stepped back a few centimeters with a small leap. Her movement was so elegant and precise that, unlike me, she didn't trip over the cables.

"Well, Warmonger, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Katrina asked. Then, lifting her katana, she pointed it at Warmonger with cold eyes, ready to attack at any moment. "Should I consider you a traitor? I hope you have a good reason for interfering."

"M-miss Katrina..." Warmonger exclaimed, his voice weak and full of pain. "I only came to offer an easier solution."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean," said Warmonger, inching closer to Katrina, "is that there's no need to finish off this girl. Look at her! she's terrified. If she were a threat, she wouldn't be reacting like this."

A threat?

Katrina scoffed "Warmonger, have you not seen this girl's eyes? She's a yellow-eyed sorceress. You know what that means, right? I don't need to explain it."

"I understand, and that's why I have a better solution," Warmonger replied, extending one of his slimy tentacles toward Katrina. "My microorganisms are strong enough to erase a person's memories from the past six hours. My proposal is to apply them to this girl. If she's a sorceress, she'll resist them, but if she loses consciousness, it will simply be a conincidense. This way, you, Miss Katrina, won't have to dirty your hands."

Katrina looked pensive, though her face still showed hesitation. "It's too risky. I... I just can't—"

"Miss Katrina, I've seen how you constantly feel pain after dirtying your hands with blood. If I can spare you from that, even just a little, I will have fulfilled my duty. I'm only doing this for your well-being."

I couldn't understand what they were talking about, but given the situation, I stayed silent. Although, my silence was also due to the overwhelming shock I was experiencing. I had never seen that expression of concern on Katrina before. Nor had I expected Warmonger to speak so... eloquently. On social media, he always said things like, "Run, humans! I am your doom! Warmonger, the evil genius! Muahaha!"

"Fine. We'll do as you propose," Katrina finally said, conceding. She lowered her katana and sheathed it again. "However, you never take an interest in other people, Warmonger. This sudden intervention of yours intrigues me."

Katrina's tone was more cautious now. Her gaze grew sharper, intense enough to make me tremble with fear.

"I'm only fulfilling my duty! Protect you, Miss Katrina! Even if it goes against my own ideals. That's all," Warmonger replied.

"Very well," Katrina said, closing her eyes. "Then I leave it all in your hands, Warmonger."

With confident and precise steps, Katrina headed for the exit. I watched as her figure grew smaller and smaller among the cylinders, taking with her all the admiration I once felt for her. Before leaving, Katrina stopped at the door.

"Warmonger, if for any reason your plan fails, you'll suffer a horrible punishment. Understood?"

Her terrible warning echoed throughout the room, and I could feel a murderous aura emanating from her.

"I promise you won't regret it, Miss Katrina," Warmonger replied with a confident tone or so it seemed. I detected a slight nervousness in his voice.

I couldn't blame him. I never imagined Katrina could be like this terrifying. I had faced high-risk situations before, but never had I seen anything as fearsome as her. Not even the worst of monsters could compare to her.

A deep feeling in my heart told me she was willing to do anything. There wasn't even a hint of doubt in her words or actions.

"I hope so, Warmonger," Katrina said before leaving the room. Once she was gone, the atmosphere felt much lighter.

Sigh. Warmonger exhaled deeply, and so did I.

"Well, girl, don't move. This will be over soon," the creature said, approaching me.

"N-no! Stay away! Don't come near me!" I screamed, even though I had heard their conversation. My mind was a mess, and panic had taken over me.

Warmonger extended his arms and grabbed one of my legs, immobilizing me completely.

"Ahhh!"

One of his slimy tentacles slid into my mouth. "Gahhh!"

The sensation was like vomiting. It was something uncontrollable. Soon, I began to feel drowsy as my vision blurred and I fell unconscious.

The last thing I saw was Warmonger slowly approaching me.

"Huh, who would've thought we'd find a yellow-eyed sorceress? Damn, I hit the jackpot. My boss will like this. However, you, Milla Vellerth, stay out of more trouble." Afterward, Warmonger, the viscous creature, spoke to me in a calmer tone: "Don't worry, Milla Vellerth, I'll take you home. But don't tell anyone about what you've seen here."

Everything began to fade until I could no longer hear or see anything. However, the doubt, sadness, and disappointment remained in my heart.