I Was Sent to an All-Female Frontline Unit to Get Rid of Some of the Trouble, but the Most Beautiful Girls Who Are Rumored to Hate Men Love Me So Much That I Have a Hard Time at Night

Chapter 75: Assassination Plan Failure (2)

However, Narcissus and his group tried to take my life.

In that case, almost any counterattack would likely be treated as self-defense, so naturally, Elena’s actions would also be considered self-defense.

Elena expressed that fact with concise words.

But Narcissus continued as if he still couldn’t accept it.

“You protected a member of your unit…? Self-defense, you say…? Nonsense! Are you seriously treating that commoner as your comrade?!” Narcissus says.

Showing agitation, shock, and confusion on his face, Narcissus gestured wildly with his hands.

“It’s obvious who you should side with—me or that commoner!” he says.

“Yeah, it’s Finn, no comparison needed. Also, it’s annoying, so can you not compare Finn to yourself in the same sentence?” Elena says.

“Guh…! Elena Endyheart… no, not just her! All of you were born as noble aristocrats! Yet, opposing me to protect that commoner is absurd! As people of the same standing, you should stop her from going down the wrong path!” Narcissus says.

Narcissus directed his voice toward Sephia and Norn.

Norn spoke in her usual tone, but her eyes were darker than usual, and her voice carried a hint of gloom.

“Stop her? Your beast-like words are as incomprehensible as ever, but I don’t think Elena-chan did anything wrong. I… feel the same way,” Norn says.

“What…?!” Narcissus says, looking shocked.

Sephia, with a cold expression she never showed us, darkened her eyes and spoke.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think Elena’s words are mistaken,” she says.

“What’s that…? Speaking of which… Sephia Chevalier. I heard the sword Teraward carries at his waist was a gift from you,” Narcissus says.

“Yes,” Sephia says.

“Why would someone as noble, beautiful, and strong as you give a sword to a mere commoner trainee?! Someone like you deserves a noble and splendid person like me—” Narcissus says.

“I gave the sword to Finn because he is kinder than anyone and can turn that kindness into proud strength… And I have absolutely no interest in you. I could even say I feel disgust and irritation,” Sephia says.

“You feel disgust and irritation toward me…? That’s impossible!” Narcissus says.

He then turned to the beautiful women behind us and continued.

“You, the lovely women back there! Now is the time to correct the mistakes of the women leading you—”

As Narcissus began to speak, cold voices from our frontline unit came from behind us.

“The ones who need correcting aren’t Elena-senpai and the others—it’s you,” one says.

“What…?!” Narcissus says.

“Honestly, all I feel is disgust and irritation,” another says.

“Sephia-senpai’s words were already pretty gentle,” another says.

“Yeah, it’s beyond disgust and irritation—it’s unbearable,” another says.

“Also, you keep calling Tera-kun a commoner…” another says.

“Trying to take his life…” another says.

“I can’t forgive you…” another says.

“If anything we do now counts as self-defense, right?” another says.

“Then isn’t that enough?” another says.

“Talking is just a waste of time,” another says.

“This… this can’t be… happening to me…” Narcissus says.

Narcissus muttered while holding his head with his right hand, his eyes clearly unfocused from agitation.

“I can’t accept it… I, defeated not once but twice by a mere commoner trainee… I can’t accept that!” he says.

Narcissus spoke forcefully and released magical energy from his hand.

“Ignore the frontline unit’s women and fearlessly target Finn Teraward alone! With this distance and our numbers, killing him will be easy, and if we kill him, we win!” he says.

He signaled his subordinates with his other hand.

The next moment, his subordinates started rushing toward me.

The door opened, and more of Narcissus’s subordinates came in from beyond it.

Immediately after—

“Uwaaaaaaa!”

“Guhaaaaaaa!”

“Oaaaaaa!”

Sephia swung her sword, and everyone else unleashed magic.

Narcissus’s subordinates either collapsed on the spot or were blown away by the force.

Seeing this, Narcissus’s face paled, but Elena spoke without any concern.

“I told you we won’t let that happen. I don’t care what you refuse to accept or what victory you want, but if you try to harm Finn, we absolutely won’t forgive you,” she says.

“Guh…!” Narcissus says.

Everyone seemed ready to attack Narcissus, who wore a bitter expression.

But I stepped forward, faced Narcissus, and spoke.

“Narcissus, please stop. That battle was about pitting magical powers against each other to determine the winner, and it had nothing to do with being a commoner or noble,” I say.

“It had nothing to do with it…? Are you saying I should accept it? Don’t be ridiculous! How could I, a noble of a duke’s family, accept losing to a commoner trainee like you?!” Narcissus says.

“I’m not saying anything arrogant like ‘accept it’… I just—” I say.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? A mere commoner like you, protected by these noble and beautiful women, and even receiving a sword from Sephia Chevalier! Even as a decoration, it doesn’t suit you!” Narcissus says.

If I had heard those words a few weeks ago, they might have overlapped with my superior’s words and caused me mental pain.

But now, thanks to everyone, I no longer flinched at such words.

I didn’t even let my emotions waver.

But—

“To think someone like you could receive a sword from Sephia Chevalier shows how shallow her feelings for the sword must be!” Narcissus says.

Those words snapped something inside me.

“Flame Ball!” I say.

Narcissus shot a fireball toward the sword at my waist.

“Keep going, you lot! This time, target not only Finn Teraward but also the frontline unit’s women! If we capture even one, we can use her as a hostage!” he says.

He insulted Sephia’s feelings for her sword.

He tried to take everyone as hostages.

I didn’t realize it when the killing intent was directed only at me, but now that my precious people were in danger, I understood.

This person, these people—they were the enemy.

When encountering an enemy, a soldier had only one duty.

Suppress emotions and annihilate the enemy in front of you.

That was all.

I gripped the sword’s handle and took a stance.

I had never actually used this technique before.

But I wanted to prove, even a little, the greatness of the path Sephia had walked with her sword… so—

“…! Finn, that stance…” Sephia says.

Right after Sephia muttered, I swiftly drew the sword from its sheath.