Kyouhana: Transmigrated into the Worst Book and Became the Dark Lord’s Bride

Grayrats are an organization consisting of orphans who wanted to be strong as an act of activism. The kingdom tagged them as terrorists with a cause.

Most members of the group don’t have names, while others rejected their past lives. As per the books, the training is harsh. It resulted in their members being strong and reliable.

Elliot, a necromancer, is once Elara and Ellyn’s colleague. Wondering why their names start with ‘El?’ That’s what their class names are.

The Class E is also divided into groups with different types of functions. Rather than real names, its members used codenames starting with their class and group name.

The group ‘El’ is trained for assassination, but Elliot is the only one different from them. He joined the group with no one knowing the reason. He ended up becoming dead weight for them.

And now, he’s causing problems again for the kingdom even if Grayrats are already disbanned. Elara explained this while we ran towards the camp site of the knights.

“And, why didn’t you tell this to me, Elara?” Ellyn asked. “I looked like a fool believing that we won’t involve the kingdom in this dispute.”

“You’re dumb thinking that we can handle this alone. Elliot’s not who you remembered before. You can’t knock his head easily like a door,” Elara replied.

“And why tell this to the knights while I babysit this red brat who doesn’t understand ‘safety?’”

“The cavalry captain knows that you’ll lie to him. Of course there are some things I can’t discern like a mysterious light after the incident, because I don’t know any of it.”

“So you encaged me in the castle while you’re under action? You never fail to irritate me.”

“Senior Ellyn, if you have complaints, talk to the king. The economy is greatly declining. We can’t cause panic. You shouldn’t have accepted the offer of becoming the royal maid subsitute, you idiot.”

“And whose fault is it?”

Both of them awkwardly shut their mouths as they look at me with disdain. Like I care what they think about me?

“I shouldn’t have hired such a useless royal maid,” I commented.

“Oh, little miss princess! If it wasn’t for me, your shaking hands would’ve broken thousands of drinking glass already,” Ellyn mocked. “You would also collapse everytime you wear royal gowns. And about bananas…”

“Don’t start anything about bananas!” I exclaimed. Ever since the moment I got here in this world, I already claimed a trauma for bananas.

“What about your pay, Senior Ellyn?” Elara asked.

“I asked the king to donate it to the— Stop!”

Elara and Ellyn halted after hearing rustles in the nearby bush. Without turning their heads, they pulled their daggers in each of their pockets and threw it on their side.

It’s the wrong time to claim how awesome they were since they hit something with it accurately. And even without looking at it, they knew what they’ve hit with their blades.

“A bunch of wild boars…” Ellyn muttered.

“Senior Ellyn, we won’t have time to reach the camp.”

“It’s better than bringing them another pack of problems. Let’s pray that they’re safe until we came. Little princess, you’ll be chopping pigs for steaks too.”

Almost a hundred boars appeared near us as we continue running. The two assassins became our vanguard, while I and the other knight guarded their rear.

“Did you see how good my Mojacko is, Elara?” Ellyn smirked, flexing her dagger which has a frost aura even I can feel.

“Isn’t that Antonio, Senior Ellyn? Did you find another name again?” Elara asked. “Only Antonio has a dragon crest in its handle.”

“W—Well, it’s been months since I last held him, you know. You’re still a monster in remembering specific details, Elara.”

“Don’t forget names, senior. Even for a weapon, that’s offending.”

They enjoyed the dance that they made, circulating in this narrow space as they swung their blades. I only took out five, and the tag team massacred them all with no sweat. It made my jaw drop how useless I am.

These assassins are the real deal.

As we reached the camp, the knights’ shouts of terror and bravery echoed thoughout the woods. The scent of burning wood and the crackling of flames fill the air, drowning out any other noise.

The once lush trees, now charred and blackened, loom ominously over the campsite. The tents and sleeping bags that were once a haven for campers, now lay in ruins, destroyed by the unrelenting heat.

Thick smoke rises to the sky, blocking the moonlight and creating an eerie orange glow that illuminates the wilderness around it.

The huge entity of boulder gave life to the golem as dark-purple aura surrounds its body. It’s three-storey tall, and the knights are ants to it.

The golem had eye holes filled with crimson magic light in which the source is unknown. A round-glossy ball made of glass exists openly in its chest.

Huge cannons and melee attacks of knights bounced away from the golem’s body. Those who held the golem are gravely injured. A few of them are lying in the ground, surrounded by blood.

“Connor!” Elara shouted as she rushed towards the file of knights raising their shields. These knights protect the only tent available to recover the injured people.

The man she called replied. “Miss Court Maid, we’re trying to hold off the entity as we prepare for escape. The problem is that there are horses who escaped their leash. We’ll end up losing our way if we scattered.”

“And the casualties?”

“The battle’s still ongoing. I can only confirm six deaths and thirteen injured, but the numbers might grow as seconds count. Wait—What is a rookie doing in here!? This isn’t a playground!”

He shouted, staring at me. As Elara explained earlier, Brodveth assigned the man named Connor as the vice captain of this operation. He might have seen me in my training, but my status are still unknown to him.

“You’re being rude to the princess, Vice Captain,” Ellyn argued.

“Princess? You’re the rumored Princess Vena!?” He exclaimed with a flinch.

“We don’t have time for formalities! Explain the situation,” Elara growled in a hurry.

“You can already see the situation from here,” Connor said, accompanying his back with a huge…

Bang!

Faraway cannons hit its head with a heavily-lit cannonball, but it didn’t flinch. The cannonball reflected like billiards, shooting towards our flank.

The golem continued walking towards us while shouting the same phrase with a deep voice. “Huge… Mana… Huge…”

“That’s an eight ball strike,” Ellyn commented with a smirk.

“No jokes, Senior Ellyn. We can’t attack it with physical attacks. We have no other choice,” Elara replied, furrowing her eyebrows at the golem.

“Yeah, the battlefield is calling us again. My Antonio is tingling with my skin.”

“I somewhat felt bad for Mojacko,” Elara sighed. “By the way, Saintess Veniara, you’ll help us, don’t you?”

“I—It’s too early for me to be called that!” I exclaimed. Wait—How did she know?

The tag team draw their blades and commanded the knights to withdraw as they rushed towards the golem with maximum speed. Their blades left trails of straight light following its edges.

While they do, I released my sword and gestured my hand, dancing in the air. My body glowed with an unnoticeable white as I chant the words,

“I’m not lazy, I’m just conserving my strength.”

Glowing white light inhabited their bodies like a tron wearing neon clothes. From ants, they evolved into flies as the golem finds a hard time hitting them.

Their blades amplified its glow while I supply them with magic power. Little did the golem stopped.

After casting enhancement to themselves, I focused on healing the injured knights.

The two climbed the golem’s body after getting the opportunity. Elara hit the golem in the chest where the glass ball was. The air emitted a shake like an explosion’s afterquake happened.

As she drops, Ellyn followed up her attack through the golem’s head. She centered her magic in her blade, in which a chaotic aura in it wants to escape, and stabs it like Rasengan. She shouted,

“Risen Gun!”

That’s the same thing! Where did she get that reference!?

After that, Elara and Ellyn continued to hit the golem with huge blows until it roots to its position. When it kneeled on the ground, the two retreated.

“Is it— over?” Elara asked, catching her breath.

“Watch out, Elara. Effortless foes are the ghastly ones,” Ellyn replied.

The golem’s body shook, amplifying its aura’s visibility. The moment it stood up, I felt a huge presence of magic invading my body, like death whispered me.

It ran towards me in no time. It’s speed is no joke. The two maids drawed their stances back, jumping towards its chest and thrusting its core with their blades, yet it did take no effect.

“Elara! Ellyn!”

They ended up flying away after colliding with its body. Unconsciously, I charged towards them, escaping the line of defenses while Connor shouted at me.

“Princess! It’s dangerous!”

What am I doing!? Am I stupid? I can’t control my body anymore. It’s my heart that drives me to go to them.

My mind went blank as my surroundings vanished, seeing only the two of them lying in the ground. As I call their names, my tears left traces in the air.

The golem passed through them and rushed at me. It’s late when I noticed that it’s already before me. It’s clenched fist awaits gravity to crush me.

As it goes down, a person appeared in my view, holding her blade in a parry stance. It’s the same view I had seven months ago, same hair, same person, same incident.

“Princess, please… cherish your life more,” Elara said, smiling goodbye as tears flew away her eyes.

Elara’s throwing her life for me again like a disposable tool.

What can I do in this situation? Can’t I help her with what I have right now? Will she die? These are the questions I asked myself seven months ago.

But now, I won’t leave these unanswered. I’ve trained myself up to this day where I can show her that I can protect her.

I won’t let the incident happen again.

I won’t let her die.