Arknights, but the sickly pretty girl starts

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." Noah waved her hand. "Ms. Horn, compared to Miss Bagpipe, you definitely think more and more carefully, but often it's because you think too much that you get lost. Who is your shield protecting? As long as you know this, I don't think you'll waver."

Noah felt that Horn actually resembled Margaret in some ways. Although one was a knight and the other a soldier, the charisma he exuded was no less than Margaret's. Victoria's White Wolf seemed even more prone to confusion than she'd imagined, but she knew what to do now. After all, she had been the one who had helped to console Margaret when she was lost.

Instead of asking her to cheer up at this time, it is better to let her figure everything out on her own.

After all, as long as we return to our original intentions, problems will often no longer be problems.

Looking at Miss Horn turning around and leaving resolutely, Noah smiled.

-

Ravshini could no longer recall what had happened before she lost consciousness. She only remembered a rumbling sound in the sky, followed by a destructive rain of fire. She had seen similar descriptions in novels before: it was heaven's punishment for the wicked king, a divine wrath, a calamity, the deus ex machina at the end of the story.

She didn't dodge, and the rain of fire fell around her. An Originium crystal cluster was ejected by the explosion and almost penetrated Ravshini's chest and abdomen.

From that moment on, she had no other memories. She only knew that people were wailing and screaming, and as their leader, she could do nothing.

As expected, there was no way she could become her own sister.

I am still that little fool who likes to hold poetry books, and can only follow my sister clumsily.

Even if I die here, my sister will definitely just think that I am useless, right?

Pain, sorrow, a hollow person who had accomplished nothing, protected nothing, and even had no goals of her own, she even felt a sense of relief when she was pierced by the Originium crystal cluster.

If I die, I don’t need to worry about right or wrong. If I die, I don’t need to worry about whether my sister will hate me.

Death is indeed an ending that suits oneself.

At this moment, Ravshini was like a reed in a flood, which could be submerged at any time and could not be anyone's life-saving straw - she could not save anyone, nor could she save herself.

But, she is still alive...

Even if she herself has lost hope of living, she is still alive.

Perhaps it was Draco's physique that gave her enough vitality, or perhaps it was her own flame, her own Originium skills, that unconsciously sustained her vitality. As for the reason, anything was fine. The fact that she was able to wake up on her own, despite the excessive blood loss, was already a miracle.

"Are you awake?" Outcast, who was carrying her, noticed the movement on his back and spoke. "Considering the damage to your heart and lungs, even breathing will cause you severe pain. I suggest you don't bother speaking."

"Cough... cough... cough..." Ravshini also felt that with her injuries, she should have died long ago. Why did God spare her life after punishing her?

When Outcast examined her earlier, he'd noticed the Originium crystal cluster had been struck at a very challenging angle. Although her abdomen had been ripped apart, it had managed to avoid most of her vital organs. It was as if something had somehow allowed her to survive. Outcast had some understanding of the anatomy of various species, and knew what kind of creature Draco was. He could only attribute the cause to Draco's uniquely powerful vitality.

"..." When she realized that she was actually on the back of a Sakota, and the other party was not a member of the Deep Pool, she originally wanted to try to resist, but her action immediately tore the wound, and then she heard Outcast's warning.

"Don't get too excited. It's not good for your health," she said. "I've seen your spells. They're fire-based, right? But I'm sure I can make you pass out before you burn me. If you don't want to suffer, I suggest you cooperate."

“…” Ravshini didn’t say anything, but she knew that the grandmother in front of her might be serious.

"Haha, you gave up? After realizing you couldn't resist me, you actually relaxed." Outcast laughed and teased after feeling the person on his back relax. "This is even more natural than your self-defense reaction - could it be that you've been wanting to die for a long time?"

"Do not……"

Ravshini couldn't admit this; she still had responsibilities and a mission. But even her denial seemed so weak.

"It seems like denial has become a habit for you." Outcast knows this kind of people. "Your pain is palpable, forced to become someone you don't want to be. I used to know someone like that, but now that person has lost their memory, life seems a little easier."

"…Amnesia?"

"...Yes, although amnesia was just an accident, it might actually be a good thing for her." Outcast said, "Who is using you? The sponsors who are always asking for money? The shadows on the tower? Or the remnants who long to restore their country?"

Outcast's question was met with only a longer silence, but perhaps Outcast didn't need an answer. "Perhaps, you are just a shadow pushed to the forefront."

Ravshine was a bit surprised, but Outcast had expected her reaction. She'd already known the whole situation when Noya had told her there were two Draco's. "You were pushed to the forefront by your loved one, to exist as her shadow, Shadow Warrior, right?"

“No…” She wanted to stop Outcast from digging deeper into her heart, and she didn’t even want to hear Outcast mention that person’s existence.

"You don't want me to continue? Just hearing this person mentioned makes you so terrified?" Outcast laughed. "That's right. Not only you, but all of Victoria—no, the entire land should be terrified of this."

At first, after Outcast heard about Tallulah, he was not surprised at all. That was a rare Draco on the land. They were monsters with few numbers, but each one had the power to destroy the world.

And now, in Victoria led by Aslan, two Draco appeared again -

This may really be a symbol or a omen.

Victoria was originally founded by Draco. One became the king of Victoria and the other became the king of Tara. Now, once again, two Draco appeared in this country.

If Victoria's king were still on the throne, he would probably be sweating profusely, right?

Other races may have forgotten the terror of Draco, but Aslan will never forget it.

Why did Aslan still recognize the blood of the Red Dragon as the royal blood after seizing power, and why did Aslan choose to share power?

That must be based on absolute violence...

Draco's terror made Aslan dare not do anything extreme - perhaps he couldn't do anything extreme.

"She's probably as young as you, but in such a short time, she's seized the power of those who sought to exploit her. In terms of sheer skill, she's even more capable than her cousin Tallulah. It's a shame she doesn't use it for the right reasons," Outcast commented. "So, changes are happening faster than we expected—perhaps we should all be preparing for this sooner."

"You... Rat... Lan?"

"Don't speculate on my motives." Outcast shook his head. "When I decided to save you, I didn't care about your identity. Even now, I won't change a thing."

“…Who…are you?”

"It's best if you don't know who I am." Outcast shook his head. "When you regain your mobility and leave this place, please never tell anyone who saved you."

She doesn't need to be thanked, nor does she feel she deserves to be thanked.

"I won't let you die here, that's all you need to know."

"..." For some reason, Lavishini felt that although the other party's words seemed to be distancing themselves from the matter, they contained a hint of concern. "Okay... Thank you..."

"Don't be so quick to thank me. All I can do is clean the wound and stop the bleeding—in fact, I've already done that," Outcast replied. "But the thing that injured you was the most infectious active Originium. A large number of Originium particles have entered your bloodstream through the wound. Even if I injected you with a blocker, I'm afraid it won't be able to prevent Originium from forming on your internal organs and skin. You'll soon fall unconscious from a high fever again—which is a good thing. At least it can alleviate the severe pain from the inside out during the acute attack."

Outcast, who knew the symptoms of oripathy like the back of his hand, read out the instructions mercilessly. "You might cough up blood unconsciously. I'll try to raise your head as high as possible to prevent you from choking on your own vomit."

“…Um… Yeah.”

"Your suffering is far more than this. You will never be able to return to your previous life. Ore sickness will completely change your fate." Outcast continued. "Those who once followed you will abandon you, and even turn against you and spit on you. It will be difficult for you to lead your warriors and be accepted by your compatriots."

"……ha……"

"Well, you even feel relieved? Perhaps you think contracting oripathy is a form of redemption for you?" Outcast smiled. "Or is it that having a new identity is actually a good thing for you?"

"...Yeah." She didn't deny it. In fact, as Draco, she was fully capable of avoiding those things, but she didn't.

She felt that this might be an opportunity, an opportunity to break away from the current situation.

She had longed for such an opportunity.

"I was a little misinformed just now. You're not as greedy and aggressive as your kind, but you still possess their persistence and perseverance." Outcast shook his head. "I don't dislike people as persistent as you. Perhaps, even as a mineral patient, you can still live your own life."

"……Um……"

"I'll give you a suggestion," Outcast said with a smile. "From now on, change your name—pretend to have amnesia. Until you figure it out, be another person and live another life."

"...In this way...will we know what to do in the future?"

"No, this will make things much easier for you," Outcast said. "As for the future... that's your choice."

Chapter 19: The Sinister Six

"…report…not found."

The soldiers of Shenchi trembled in front of the tall figure. She knew that these big men in similar clothing in front of her were of the same level as Mandela, the highest commander under the leader, even inside Shenchi. Six top-level cadres entered Xiaoqiu County, but she had lost her leader.

This kind of thing is not funny——

"Useless!" The tall figure named Bandit lifted up the Deep Pool soldier in front of him with one hand. "If you can't even keep an eye on one person, what use are you?"

"...Yes...I'm sorry!" The fear of the Deep Pool soldiers became more and more obvious as their collars were lifted up. The [Bandit] was very strong and much bigger than the others, about two meters tall, with a very oppressive visual impact. Although his race could not be seen clearly, many people suspected that he was actually a Sarkaz or something like that.

The [robber] had no mercy. Since this guy was useless, he slammed the Deep Pool Soldier to the ground and then kicked her hard. The Deep Pool Soldier only had time to let out a scream. The kick directly crushed her hand bones. The [robber] crushed it with a malicious interest, then the other hand, left foot, and right foot. The [robber] enjoyed torturing others, not because he was born a pervert.

He just wants to plunder even life. His greed is endless, plundering everything - plundering the dignity of others, even plundering the dignity of a country.

It was for this reason that he joined Deep Pool, having received permission from his leader to plunder others endlessly.

Watching the Bandit torture the Deep Pool soldier to death, the Arsonist beside him grew bored and turned to look at the other surviving soldiers, who were trembling in silence. "Did you actually see her fall?"

"Yes... My sentries saw it with their own eyes. When the shells fell, the leader was still standing near the place where the execution took place this morning..." The soldiers in Shenchi did not dare to lie to these bigwigs, for fear that they would be the next puddle of mud on the ground.

"You knew that was the leader?!" the Bandit roared at the surviving soldier. "Have you forgotten what you said when you joined the group? You just ran away when the enemy came?"

"It was too fast. We didn't react..." the Deep Pond soldier defended himself. "Also... everything happened so fast. Suddenly, fire rained down from the sky. The leader probably didn't react in time... Also, the leader ordered me to be alone and quiet. No one else is allowed to approach..."

"Then why haven't you died yet when I told you to?" The [Bandit] was like a demon, casting a shadow over the still-talking Deep Pool soldier. "And you still say you're not useless!"

"Stop it! Even if you kill them right here, it's useless." The Arsonist scratched her blackened fingernails and let out a breath. It wasn't that she still had any humanity left; she simply had no interest in killing. If possible, she'd lock these people in a house, block the entrances, and then set it on fire—the flames would consume everything, melting people and buildings together like the most perfect work of art. "What we need to confirm now is whether she's dead or alive, and where she is now. Otherwise, 'that person' wouldn't mind having us disappear here too."

Speaking of that person, the [robber] finally restrained himself a little. The [robber] still had some self-awareness - according to that person's temper, if he couldn't find the [leader] when he returned, he would probably be cremated on the spot.

Although he didn't quite understand what position the "Leader" held in that person's heart, it was definitely not something he and others could guess. That person gathered all the power into his own palm through his own wrist, just like igniting a wildfire on the ground. The deep purple flame would burn everything, including this city, this country. The real leader of Deep Pool was the real Draco who sneered and burned the world to ashes.

In the eyes of the six, the famous Tallulah was just a bastard, and only that person was the real Draco.

Greedy, elegant, cruel, intelligent - she has all the qualities of Draco, and sooner or later she will burn this corrupt Victoria with her own flames.

By then, Aslan will be completely expelled, and Victoria will once again become the kingdom of the Red Dragon.

They believed it firmly.

"...Get out of the way... I'll... do it..." At this moment, the silent [Poison Scholar] spoke in a hoarse, intermittent voice. His throat was said to be caused by the poison gas he created himself, but for him, this was just a glory. This staggering fellow was the shortest here, and his long-term use of toxins had left him looking deformed and twisted. He was once a professor of pharmacy at Columbia, but he became obsessed with poison research, even conducting illegal human experiments. An investigation in the marginal plot revealed that he had actually modified the plague and released it on a mobile plot, resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands of people.

Although this guy might be the weakest here, the damage he can cause might be the most terrifying——

Even the Arsonist had to admit that if this guy was given time, he could easily turn a mobile city into a dead city.

To prevent him from doing anything reckless, the Arsonist also spoke up to remind him, "Tsk, be careful."

"Ha..." The [Poison Scholar] let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh. The [Poison Scholar] took out an iron syringe and approached the Deep Pool Soldier with a sneer. In front of the Deep Pool Soldier's horrified gaze, he injected a can of medicine into the Deep Pool Soldier's blood vessels.

The soldier from Deep Pool certainly did not resist, but under the suppression of the [Robber], even struggling was wishful thinking. As the drug gradually took effect, he began to vomit, and his mind became unclear. Then the [Poison Scholar] asked.

"You see... where she is..."

This truth serum-like thing has extraordinary efficiency after his modification... and extraordinary side effects.

"It's down! It's down! Hahahaha! It's down! It's blown through! It's dead!" The Deep Pool soldier foamed at the mouth, looking mad. The Arsonist beside him looked at his reaction, then looked at the Poison Scholar. "You call this a sense of propriety?"

"The dosage... is too much... take note..." The Poison Scholar scratched his head, but everyone present knew he was testing his potion on someone else again. The Deep Pool soldier quickly began to vomit and have diarrhea, making the nearby Bandit nauseous and complain.

"This is so fucking disgusting! From now on, I'll stay away from you, a pervert who uses people for drug testing." Compared to the [Poison Scholar], the [Bandit] felt that he was quite amiable. After all, he was only torturing people, not turning them into such disgusting things. This really affected my appetite—

"At least we know he's not lying," the Arsonist sighed. She was probably the only one here who could speak properly. The Bandit was a rough guy who swore profanity every time he spoke, and the Poison Scholar couldn't even articulate a complete sentence. Only the Arsonist, despite his penchant for burning things, could at least speak clearly. "She just collapsed here, and she's seriously injured. The injury could even be fatal."

"How can someone escape when they're seriously injured? They can't possibly have been blown underground, right?" The [Bandit] scratched his head. He wasn't very bright to begin with, so the [Arsonist] didn't bother to complain. "She's Draco. Do I need to explain to you how resilient Draco is? Forget a fatal wound. Even if only half of her body was left, she could probably crawl away on her hands."

"I wouldn't mind blowing up the whole street again." This time, even the Arsonist was eager to try. "Draco's firepower is truly remarkable! This is a masterpiece!"

"......If you want to blow it up, at least notify us first!" The [Bandit] was scared. He knew that the seemingly normal [Arsonist] here had a heart that loved fire and explosions. To her, art was explosion. She was addicted to the beauty of destruction. Fire and explosion could reshape everything and make everything conform to her aesthetics.

"Blow up the street? Who said that?" At this moment, [Accountant] finally came to their side and stared seriously at the guy who only wanted to blow up the street.

"Let alone blowing up a street, we'll have to find the leader even if we have to burn the entire city down." The [Arsonist] began to explain his motive. "As long as we blow up this entire place, we'll definitely find the [Leader]!"

"It is precisely because we have people like you among us who are as stupid as the Victorian Army that the value of occupying this city is rapidly decreasing." The [Accountant] smacked his lips and said it almost in a disgusted tone. Among the six people, the [Accountant] and the [Arsonist] are incompatible. After all, the [Accountant] puts profit first, while the [Arsonist] always destroys the most things. In her mind, there is no [value], only [explosion].

"So what do you say we should do?" The Arsonist put his hands on his hips in dissatisfaction. "If the leader knew she got lost right under our noses, who would be able to bear the consequences?"

"The leader's wrath isn't the only thing to fear." The Orator approached the group. "Think about it, everyone. To many of our soldiers and allies, she represents the Deep Pool. If we allow her to escape our control, whether she falls to an enemy or a malicious 'friend,' the consequences will be disastrous."

The orator is the best at persuading others here, and only he can make this group of six people who look down on each other a little more obedient. He is good at playing with the art of language. He was the first person to come to Hill County, and he instigated the confrontation between the Tara people and the Victorian military. The bandits were responsible for attacking the garrison and making the garrison crazy.

"Heh—I thought you were too happy to leave," the Arsonist sneered. "Isn't that right, Adjutant Mr. Hill Adolf?"

"Thanks to the fact that the colonel himself is a racist, my operation was so smooth. [Arsonist], Hill County is my great masterpiece - now I just need to find the leader."

"I just remembered...she knew all about our plans!" The robber slapped his forehead. "Why didn't anyone warn me?"

[Arsonist] “…”

[Poison Scholar] “…”

[Orator] “…”

【Accounting】"……"

【prisoner】"……"

The other five people felt that answering this question was a bit of an insult to their intelligence, so they collectively ignored this idiot and continued the conversation.

"You said, those two women... have they received this news?" [Arsonist] asked. The two women she was referring to were Mandela and Ahmoni. Putting aside the crazy woman Mandela, Ahmoni was still an important person to the group of six.

This guy was particularly cunning even in Deep Pool. He was smart, but also hard to fathom. Although she belonged to Deep Pool, she was also the Duke of Wellington's man. She was a double agent. Everyone knew it, but no one could do anything about her. This was a very difficult achievement. After all, people hate fence-sitters, but there are some people who can swing between the two sides without getting their shoes wet.