After Starting a Thread as a Reincarnated in an Unknown Otome Game, I Got Caught in a Battlefield of Beauties - Chapter 51: Attack on the Empire

Chapter 51: Attack on the Empire

“Whew… Finally, we’re out of that cramped space! I never want to go back there again!”

“Yeah… It’s been decades since I’ve been without chains.”

“Really, you should thank me.”

Watching the special prison erupt in flames from the explosion, I glared at Hecate and Rampas, who were excitedly chattering while carrying me.

“Of course! I don’t even want to think about how we would have been stuck there for a month without your bombs, my Contractor!”

“Same here. I can’t imagine spending a month with you.”

“Hey, what do you mean by that!? Are you saying you don’t want to be with me!?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re so mean, my Contractor!”

I turned my gaze away from the pouting Hecate, who was sulking with her cheeks puffed out, and looked at Rampas, who seemed a bit off.

“You…”

“Ahh, I’m truly grateful. If the current Proxy hadn’t come, I wouldn’t know when I’d be freed. Hahaha… This feels amazing… This is the freedom I’ve been longing for… Haha… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!”

Watching Rampas laugh maniacally, Hecate and I exchanged uneasy glances and whispered to each other.

“Hey, is he always like that?”

“No… Last time we met, he was much calmer. I don’t remember him laughing like a madman.”

“Well, being locked up for decades can do that to you, I guess.”

I turned away from Rampas, who was still laughing maniacally, and activated the [Cloak of Darkness]. 

Black magic enveloped me, forming a dark cloak around my body. 

But that wasn’t enough, so I cast another spell.

“—[Wings of Darkness]”

Once again, magic materialized, and large wings, several times the size of my body, appeared on my back. 

I tried flapping them, and despite it being my first time, I was surprised at how well I could fly.

“Wow… Except for needing a bit of concentration, this is perfect… But how come I still can’t use long-range magic even though I can do all this?”

I want to use a classic magic spell like a fireball. 

This is magic too, but it’s different, somehow!

With that thought, I glared at Hecate, who responded with a look that said it was only natural.

“You have bombs, don’t you? Honestly, even I don’t have many spells with that much power. Even if I did, they would use so much magic that I could only cast them about three times… Are you okay with that?”

“Stop! Don’t crush my dreams like that! Magic is definitely better! I’ve been making so many bombs lately that I can make one in a minute without thinking… But magic has its own charm!”

“I’ve heard that explosions are charming too.”

This girl… always has to argue…

If she just said something like “Sure, sure,” it would be easy to keep me happy, but she never learns.

“Fine, I get it. But yeah, I’ll end up using bombs anyway.”

I took out the remaining bombs I made earlier… about five of them.

I had a few more, but most of them were the decent ones I made at the beginning, and these five were the latest models.

I used something like tape, specific to this world, to stick them together…

“Alright then—let’s do this!!”

I hurled the bundle of bombs with all my might at the massive castle. 

The bombs flew straight towards the castle at an incredible speed thanks to my superhuman strength—

—BOOOOMMMMM!!

With an enormous explosion and intense flash of light, the top of the castle was blown away. 

For a moment, a translucent barrier appeared around the castle, but it quickly shattered and vanished. 

Watching this, I punched the still-laughing Rampas to bring him back to his senses, then pointed at the castle and shouted.

“—Let’s attack the Empireeeeeeeee!!”

“Yeah!!”

“Yes! Time to settle the score!”

I prepared a bundle of old bombs, while Hecate created an enormous spear made of eerie, dark vines. Rampas wielded a sword made of brilliant light, as large as Hecate’s spear.

Together, we launched our attacks—

“—[Abyss Trident]!!”

“—[Starlight Punisher]!!”

“Um—[EXPLOSION]!!”

—towards the castle.

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About the Posting Frequency (With Alto’s Interruption)

Thank you for reading this story so far. 

This is Aozora, the author.

As the title suggests, I have a simple announcement: I’m changing the posting frequency from daily to once every two days.

There are various reasons for this, but the main one is my lack of planning. 

I do have a general idea, but before I know it, Alto and the others start doing their own thing, making it almost impossible to get back on track.

It gets especially problematic when I give Alto bombs.

“…Hey, I feel like you’re spreading some misinformation about me.”

Oh, if it isn’t Alto, the world’s biggest troublemaker who constantly derails my plans.

Having you show up in my author’s note is beyond troubling—it’s downright scary.

“You’re the one writing everything.”

Who’s the one blasting away the tracks I’ve carefully laid out, leaving no trace behind?

Thanks to you, I’m cleaning up messes every single day.

“…I feel bad about that, but you created my personality and concept! Don’t blame me for it! You should have made the protagonist more normal if you wanted that!”

How rude. 

I didn’t think things would get this out of hand initially. 

It’s just that Alto started causing problems everywhere, beyond my control. 

However, if the protagonist had a normal personality, the concept and development of this story would change entirely, so that’s not an option.

“You’re such a whimsical author! You’re just having a hard time writing because you didn’t plan ahead!”

How rude… That’s not true at all.

I do have a rough story planned. 

It’s just difficult to connect the current situation to that story.

So, it’s quite selfish of me, but I’d like to change the posting schedule to every other day.

I promise I won’t let this story die, so please continue to support me.

“…There’s no excuse for that.”

…I really don’t like sharp kids.