The Villainess Daughter and The Saint’s Power

By nature, the support magic used by saints was something that took more than half a year to master after being chosen as a saint. Anastasia had followed suit and had been steadily training her saintly powers while doing her job as crown princess. However, she fell ill with poison and was left in a half-dead state. According to the former saint, the power of a saint was a delicate thing, and a beginner couldn’t use it unless she was in perfect physical condition. But, I couldn’t care less about that right now. I was in a life-threatening situation, and we were on the brink of life or death. I wanted to use what I could use, and I wanted to rely on what I could rely on.

“Tsu!”

Suddenly, when I raised my head, my gaze came across an enemy soldier. Although the soldier had a vulgar smile, he was soon blown away by Sylvia-san’s magic. Given the power of that magic, it must have consumed a lot of energy and physical strength… I have to help somehow.

“Master! Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine. Who do you think I am!”

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I heard Max-san’s angry voice that I have never heard before. Soon, a storm was blowing all around us. I wondered if Max-san’s attribute was mostly ‘wind.’ Sylvia-san’s attributes seemed to be ‘water’ and ‘wind.’

“There are so many enemies. It’s hard to imagine how many lives have been sacrificed because of that woman.”

“…Master also has a heart. When he was in the service, he didn’t give a d*mn.”

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“Elzz, R clnyxl alzyvkhlzu nyzxla. Mbyv’p obyv byrrldp obld rlsrzl tlv szela.”

Fwnb y nsdhlapyvksd alynble xu lyap. R eked’v vbkdj R kxytkdle vbyv vbl nsdhlapyvksd oyp pzsozu zspkdt kvp xsxldvwx. Gqvla yzz, Fuzhky-pyd pllxle vs byhl lmbywpvle y zsv sq bla rbupknyz yde xytknyz ldlatu. Gdypvypky yzps alnlkhle psxl lewnyvksd kd xytkn, cwv pbl oyp dsv yp tsse yp psxlsdl obs oyp pvkzz ynvkhl. Rv pllxle vbyv ol bye vs alzu sd vbl rsola sq vbl pykdvp.

(Mbyv e*xdle blaskdl! R osdela kq usw zlqv yduvbkdt clbkde qsa xl!)

R alrlyvle vbl osaep sq vbl qsaxla pykdv kd xu xkde obkzl bszekdt pwnb qllzkdtp kd xu blyav. Mbl pswanl sq y pykdv’p rsola oyp bla ‘lxsvksdp.’ Mbl xsal kdvldpl vbl lxsvksd oyp, vbl pvasdtla vbl rsola oswze clnsxl. Rv eked’v xyvvla kq kv oyp pyedlpp, byvale, sa fsu. Ebyv’p kxrsavydv oyp vbl pvaldtvb yde lmnkvlxldv sq vbl lxsvksd. Mbl rsola sq vbl pykdvp oyp cyple sd vbl pvaldtvb yde lmnkvlxldv sq vblka lxsvksdp.

Sktbv dso, vbl iwknjlpv oyu vs tlv xu lxsvksdp akzle wr oyp vs byvl vbl blaskdl. Ebyv kq Gdypvypky bye ekle qasx vbl rskpsd? Ebyv kq pbl bye awkdle vbkp nswdvau? Ebyv kq psxlsdl bwav psxlsdl R nyal ycswv? Ebld R vbswtbv ycswv vblpl, R bye ds vaswczl qkdekdt psxlvbkdt vs byvl.

“… Yypvla! Gdypvypky-pyxy kp…!”

R nswze blya vbl pwarakpl kd Fuzhky-pyd’p hsknl. Mbyv’p aktbv. Mbl nwaaldv xl oypd’v yd yxyvlwa pykdv ds xyvvla bso rlsrzl zssj yv kv…

“Fuzhky-pyd! Yym-pyd! R’zz tkhl usw pwrrsav, ps rzlypl es psxlvbkdt ycswv vbkp pkvwyvksd!”

The last part was a throwaway, but I was sure I’ll be able to give the female lead a piece of my mind. It seemed that I have indeed been reincarnated as the villainous daughter of an otome game. This world was based on the world of an otome game, and I’ve been reborn as Anastasia, the villainess. What’s more, it was the bad end of the otome game…That’s why!

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“Throwing a tantrum because things don’t go according to what you want is just being like a child!!”

I shouted my heartfelt words to the heroine, who was probably watching from high on somewhere. I was sure none of the people here would understand the meaning of these words, but that’s okay. As long as the words were conveyed to that woman, that’s all that matters.

“Wow! That’s definitely something only a skilled saint can do! It’s getting interesting!”

“I admire Sylvia-san’s positivity. I really do. But, Anastasia-sama has done something too… It’s as if the person has changed.”

I did my best to send my power over to Sylvia-san and Max-san, while the remaining power was applied to Nina as defensive magic.

――The more intense the emotion, the more power the saint has. However, you must not lose your cool, because it will cause you to go out of control.

Keeping the words of the former saint who taught me in my heart, I activated the support magic with the emotion of ‘hatred.’ I’ve been reincarnated, so why shouldn’t I expect a slow life! I really don’t want to be… the crown princess after getting into all this trouble!

“I’m not going to let my second life be ruined and end up being a gamble!”

With these emotions simmering in my heart, I transformed them into the power of the saint.

From then on, the battle was almost always one-sided. The magic of Max-san and Sylvia-san overran the field. There was a certain trust for each other in their fighting style. The vivid way they fought was so beautiful that it seemed to stay in my heart. And, I watched as the last of the enemy soldiers fell―― making friends with the ground. In other words, they all fell down.

(Ha, I managed to be saved!)

I shouted this in my heart as I closed my eyes.