Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 416

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Chapter 416: Dark Demon and the Course of Fate

Spurt!

When the blood splattered, even Bastemon herself never expected the stab to pierce through the Blood Princess’ chest so easily. She thought...

In shock, Bastemon jerked up her head and met Ophelia Bullard's eyes.

From those eyes, she did not see any pain or hatred, but instead a kind of lulling gentleness.

"It's finally over."

As the Blood Princess parted her red lips, a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

At that moment, an extremely strange fluctuation suddenly set off from the void.

It instantly spread like ripples on water, penetrating through the layers of the secret passage and sinking into the barrier surrounding the castle.

In an instant, countless stars were reflected on the barrier, but they lasted only a flicker.

Professor Medea swiftly reached out her hand and pulled out a thread of twinkling stars from the air. She stared at the thread and solemnly said, "The ritual is almost complete."

……

The starry sky at the crack of dawn glittered with the luminance of stars. Under the cover of the barrier, the ancient castle was quiet and calm, divulging not a single sound, and not the slightest trace.

In the dormitory towers, the people were deep in slumber. Nobody noticed the changes in the castle.

It was nearly half a second later that White Gawd, who was hiding behind WaruMonzaemon’s plaster statue with Robert, finally broke out of the daze of seeing Ophelia Bullard being stabbed in the chest.

His feelings were very complicated and conflicting.

Regarding the fact that Ophelia Bullard was a demon, he rationally told himself to treat her as an enemy, but emotionally, he couldn't do that at all.

Watching Dark and Ophelia fiercely fighting in front of him, he had no idea which side to stand on.

When Ophelia Bullard was first stabbed on the back, his longing for his mother triumphed over, making him rush out regardless of everything.

But very soon, Ophelia Bullard completely healed her wound, greatly relieving him.

So this time, when Bastemon's sword pierced Ophelia Bullard's chest, he subconsciously thought that she could still heal just as quickly, hence his reaction being a little slower.

It wasn’t until that strange fluctuation abruptly set off did he suddenly realize that there was something amiss with his mother's expression.

That feeling as though she was completely at peace made White Gawd, who was born with keen perception, immediately have a very bad premonition.

"No!"

He suddenly rushed out like a madman.

Even Robert couldn't hold him back.

……

[The Brave One] who broke out running.

The [demon king] who was about to fall.

And [the Brave One's rival] who stabbed the [demon king] with [the Brave One's sword].

……

Dark observed this scene with a solemn expression.

When the strange fluctuation set off, he similarly felt some changes that were difficult to pin down, but when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't grab hold of it. The insufficiency of his knowledge and understanding made him feel a little confused at this moment.

"What happened..."

Dark subconsciously took a step forward.

Although she was hardly standing, Ophelia Bullard, who played the role of [demon king] in the ritual, hadn't actually fallen down.

With a sharp tug, Bastemon pulled out the holy sword that pierced Ophelia's chest. Instead of following up with another strike, she subconsciously took half a step back.

"Get out of the way!"

White came charging by, raising the [holy sword] and sweeping it at her.

Bastemon casually counterattacked with a slash, smashing the [Holy Sword] simulated by the [Holy Sword Spell] into pieces.

But neither of them paid attention to this.

Bastemon did not stop White from approaching, and White similarly didn't spare her another glance as he quickly caught Ophelia Bullard's falling body.

With trembling hands, he laid down his mother's body.

Her long blood-red hair spread out on the ground like a blooming red flower.

Blood was flowing out of Ophelia Bullard's chest.

[Honedge], which had been injected with blood energy by Bastemon, activated the blood energy upon stabbing into her body, interfering with Ophelia Bullard's Blood Magic and hindering her from immediately treating her wound.

But if she wanted to, it was actually not difficult to stamp out this level of interference.

Lying in White's arms, Ophelia Bullard tilted up her head. As she gazed at the child's face, she couldn't help but smile again.

She originally didn't intend to reveal her identity, but alas, her child recognized who she was as soon as he saw her.

This made her feel both happy and sad.

She didn't want her child to successively experience the joys and sorrows of life in such a short period of time, but sometimes, there was just no helping it.

Humans were truly vulnerable against the unchangeable fate.

"White."

Ophelia Bullard heavily raised her hand and caressed White's cheek with her cold fingers, her fingertips rapidly shaking.

After many years, she finally felt the temperature of her child's skin again.

How warm it was.

Ever since she followed Medea into the academy, she had been secretly observing her child.

The result was so much better than she imagined.

In her opinion, White was very outstanding.

Although he couldn't compare to those top students, White was very serious in class, properly did his homework, ate well, was as healthy as could be, and his growth in magic energy was also excellent.

For a child who lacked parental education, this was already very, very good.

Before she saw White, she always thought he would be just like Bright—naughty, neglected his homework, always late, and constantly had his points deducted by the professors.

But the fact said otherwise.

White was truly an excellent child.

She was very relieved, feeling that even without her, White could still grow up well.

"Call me mom again," said Ophelia Bullard with difficulty.

But White tightly pursed his lips and just looked into her eyes without saying anything.

It was as if he already had a premonition that once he called her "mom", the mother he had finally found would truly leave him.

Ophelia Bullard was not disappointed by his silence. She took a moment to think and finally said:

"I'm sorry for not accompanying you to grow up."

"You can trust Medea, she will look after you."

"Also, don't blame Alvette's child."

As she said this, Ophelia Bullard noticed White's face twitching.

She strained herself to speak, "I know what I’m asking of you is very hard to do, but all the fault lies with me. Dark is a good kid, I can see Alvette's shadow in him. Mom really hopes you two can become friends."

White finally couldn't help calling out, "Mom!"

Upon hearing this, Ophelia Bullard smiled even more sweetly.

As her right hand fell on the ground, the magic card underneath the fingers of her left hand was faintly glowing.

The moment the magic card was activated, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Mom!"

White burst into tears.

……

"The [demon king] is dead."

Dark Demon, who had come to their side at some point, closely stared at Ophelia Bullard's face.

The death of the [demon king] meant that the ritual had come to an end.

But at the same time, it also meant the beginning of "crafting"!

If everything went well, Ophelia Bullard would not really die.

The "demon king’s embrace" in her body would be used as sacrifice for the "new demon king", and the concept of "reproduction" would be shifted onto Vlad the Vampire, thus making Vlad the Vampire reborn—in the form of a magical spirit!

Everything had been set up in advance.

Dark didn't need to do anything else, he only had to wait for things to unfold.

When [Vlad the Vampire]’s magical spirit card was successfully crafted, Ophelia Bullard would also regain a new life due to the removal of "the embrace".

In this world where souls were visible to the naked eye, as long as there was sufficient preparation in advance, death would never be the end.

"Professors, you can come now."

Dark raised his hand and picked out the wisp of [Blessing of the Wind Spirit] from his hair, injecting a bit of magic energy.

Then, he released his hold and let the wisp of breeze hide back in his hair.

During this period, his eyes never left Ophelia Bullard's face.

But the expected movement never came.

It was as though Ophelia Bullard had simply died just like that.

Half a minute later, Dark looked at White who was still crying and suddenly realized that what Ophelia Bullard had said as she lay dying completely sounded like her last words.

"What's going on?"

The doubts that had always been at the back of his mind suddenly broke out.

Dark reflexively clenched his fist.

After a while, seemingly realizing something, he immediately pulled out [Misdreavus]’s magic card and quickly walked to the jar containing Vlad the Vampire's soul.

Ophelia Bullard's original intention was to revive Vlad the Vampire.

Dark didn't think this was a lie, because there was no need for her to lie about this.

But now, Ophelia Bullard had directly abandoned her plan of reviving Vlad the Vampire—what on earth did she want to do?

Was there a more important goal?

"Demon, you seem very confused?"

Just as Dark was becoming restless, Ryan Hex appeared beside him.

"Professor!" Dark snapped his head and asked, "Can you tell me your real purpose in coming to the academy?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in Ryan Hex's eyes. "I’ve already told you..."

Dark replied in disappointment, "In that case, I hope you won't ask me as well."

Before he finished speaking, he had already injected his magic energy into [Misdreavus]’s magic card.

"In the name of Dark Demon, magic summon——[Misdreavus]!"

The mutated magic card burst out with a blood-red light.

The slumbering [Misdreavus] was forcibly summoned out.

However, it did not wake up, but floated in midair with its eyes shut.

"It won't work?"

Dark quickly returned to Ophelia Bullard's side and bowed down to carefully observe her wound.

The hero of the golden age, the last descendant of the Blood Race, the subject of the demon king’s embrace—

How could she die just like that?

……

When Dark was getting anxious over this, the same expression took over Medea Bartholomew's face.

She walked back and forth in the pumpkin carriage, muttering, "No, something’s wrong. The star representing Leah has become dim, but the vitality that should’ve sprung forth out hasn’t appeared, and the crafting of [Vlad the Vampire] hasn't begun... but the direction of the ritual shouldn't have changed. What exactly went wrong? Silver, Silver?"

She sharply turned her head to look at Professor Silver.

But Silver was staring at the Wind Spirit floating in front of her with a serious expression, trying to communicate with Dark.

Before her voice could be passed on, Dark's thoughts were transmitted over.

The Wind Spirit compiled and conveyed Dark's thoughts.

Silver abruptly stood up and said, "Ophelia is dead. Get ready, I'm going to enter the ritual."

This time, without waiting for Medea to stop her, she turned into a wisp of wind and whizzed out of the pumpkin carriage.

At that moment, the entire ritual underwent a drastic change due to her entry.

As its scope was instantly elevated, the ritual that had originally entered its final stage was further extended.

……

When Dark was observing Ophelia Bullard's wound, he suddenly noticed the magic card underneath her left hand. He spontaneously crouched down and reached out to pick it up.

White subconsciously wanted to push him away, but in the midst of his move, he suddenly recalled Ophelia's last words, so he sniffed hard and retracted his hand.

Dark smoothly picked up the magic card and immediately turned it over.

Seeing as there were only two lines on the card, this was obviously not a magical spirit card.

One was a straight blue line, and the other was a red curved line.

At the top, the two lines started out parallel before abruptly bending out at the end.

Dark couldn't help frowning. "What magic card is this?"

"It's [The Great Prophecy(大预言术)]."

Ryan Hex's voice suddenly echoed, answering Dark's question.

"It's actually [The Great Prophecy]?" Dark promptly looked up at him, his eyes flickering.

Ryan Hex weighed his words and said, "I've seen this magic card before. Although I don't know how she got it, this magic card should’ve belonged to the holy church’s treasury. It’s a very rare divine card that can truly interfere with fate!"

The so-called real divine card was a card that contained "divine power".

Sparing no thought about its divinity, Dark tried hard to recall the information Professor Medea had shared in astronomy class, "[The Great Prophecy] can interfere with fate and distort it based on prophecy. But some people reckon that it can only help the fortune-teller observe an alternative course of fate and steer fate into following that course."

Ryan Hex added, "Indeed so, but in fact, it's not as useful as imagined. What I mean is, its actual effect is not ideal."

"But this is the secret passage of Saint Marian Academy!"

Dark fixedly stared at [The Great Prophecy] in his hand with a gleam in his eyes.

The appearance of this card finally gave him a breakthrough, making the clues in his mind instantly fall into place.

At last, he seemed to have found a feasible explanation for all of Ophelia Bullard's actions thus far.

"She wants to change her fate."

"She wants to kill the demon king!"

……

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