Chapter 12: Chapter 12
Makoto's eyes were dead serious when he looked towards Beatrice, looking straight into her eyes.
"So you want me to teach you magic, I wonder?"
The boy nodded with a loud "yes." as he looked towards the girl.
Beside Makoto, there were Emilia and Puck present in the room, looking towards both of them.
"But why so sudden?" Emilia asked an obvious question.
Makoto looked down with his gaze pointed towards the carpet. "Because I realized something important." He clenched his fists hard enough for them to make the distant sound of the rubber. "I am weak, and that is the truth that even I know about myself, and in order for my plan to work, we would need someone to risk it all on one attack."
"You are pretty brave, Makoto, but where is the guarantee that it won't end up as a fail?"
Makoto prepared an answer for this, despite his words feeling completely absurd.
"Everything will be fine after all. I am pretty lucky."
"…" Everyone in the room wasn't sure whether to praise him for bravery or scold him for absurdity, but despite the odds, it was clear that Makoto was serious about learning magic.
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Current time.
Makoto raised his hands forward, his gaze dead serious, and pointed to Roswaal.
The boy's actions were on par with suicide, and in fact, maybe they were. It took a long time for him to master even the basics of such a spell, and all he knew about magic was just the basics.
"Magic consists of four basic elements, which are fire, water, wind, and earth, and there are two special elements, which are yin and yang. It depends solely on humans which elements they might possess and may be affiliated with."
Remembering those words, he also remembered how harsh Beatrice was on him learning the Yang magic, saying that it was his affiliation and would be easiest for him to use. He believed her and thus began his harsh training. Of course, he was very mediocre, and when he used Jiwald for the first time, his gates were ruined, but they recovered in one day using some kind of fruit. He also remembered another thing: he can use Jiwald and Al Jiwald only twice a day, and after that, his gates are ruined yet again, making him unable to cast any spells. It was all due to his body being unaccustomed to magic, and even that was surprising considering that using Al Jiwald takes a lot of mana.
"I would say your gate is a bit special, I suppose," is what Beatrice told him.
'Here goes nothing' he repeated to himself as he screamed. "AL JIWALD!!!"
A beam of light that was so bright that it lit the great area of the mansion was immersed in his hands, taking Roswaal by surprise.
"How wonderful~!" The clown exclaimed before he was eaten by the white light consuming him.
Dust arose everywhere as the only visible thing was Roswaal's silhouette.
"Did it work...?" Makoto questioned nothing but thin air.
The dust, with time, started to disperse, showing an unbelievable frame.
Roswaal was standing straight with a malicious smile, while his body was covered in blood.
He was smiling as he coughed up some blood from his mouth.
"It is over, Roswaal; this is the end of this farce of yours." Beatrice scoffed.
"Hahahaha…" He was laughing as if someone had told him a joke as his gaze turned towards Makoto. "Which loop is it?"
"!?" A surprise in Makoto's eyes made it clear for Roswaal to understand that the boy understood what he meant. His expression was pale. Makoto looked towards Roswaal like a scared kid. "Wh...what do you mean by that?"
"You know, I am actually surprised that you were able to master one of her spells in such a short time. The world is full of surprises." His legs couldn't stand still anymore as he fainted to the ground like a bag of potatoes.
Makoto didn't care for either as he approached the clown.
"Do you... do you know anything about this ability?" Makoto's tone was indifferent, which was surprising for a person of his nature.
Roswaal slowly chuckled. "I may know something, but I doubt you will be able to get anything out of me." He coughed up blood as his gaze became focused on Makoto. "It is a pity that in this loop we ended up as enemies, but pillars are made for solid buildings."
Makoto couldn't wrap his head around and didn't even understand what the clown meant, but the fact that he knew something about his cursed ability meant something heavy, and that something may even be unpleasant.
"As a token of gratitude, I will give you advice for future loops."
Makoto narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean!?" Rage overtook the boy as he held Roswaal up by his collar.
"Village, you may want to take a look at what is happening there. Your fate is so sad that it is funny, my honorary guest."
At this point, Makoto just let Roswaal go as his eyes widened, looking forward towards the village. Something akin to a fire covered the whole area as the red light deemed from there. Makoto gulped, his face completely white, as the smiles of the kids he played with in his previous loop flashed before his eyes.
"No...No...no…" He weakly groaned as he let go of Roswaal and sprinted towards the village.
"Makoto, wait!" Emilia tried to go after him, but a sudden beam of light that scratched her cheeks stopped her from doing so.
Looking forward, she saw familiar figures fighting; they were Rem and Ram fighting Elsa together.
"Just in time~" Roswaal exclaimed as lights surrounded him.
Beatrice understood that it was time for yet another battle with a clown.
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Meanwhile, with Makoto,.
His face was covered in the color of dread as he was running all the way towards the village.
Petra and other kids were on his mind all the while he was going towards the village. His eyes were pale as he saw the horrible scene before his eyes.
The whole village was covered in fire while people were screaming and running away from giant monster dogs.
Each villager, one by one, was torn apart by those lowly creatures while kids were crying all over.
Finally, he saw Petra and other kids on another corner being cornered by a monster.
His heart raced like crazy.
"HEY" He screamed towards the dog, who nearly bit the kids as it looked towards him. A sudden rage filled it's eyes just as it saw Makoto as it started to run towards the boy, all while he reached his hand forward and screamed "Jiwald!" Light beams escaped his hands, tearing the dog.
His eyes were rushed as he approached the kids.
"Are you all okay?" He asked with concern.
Petra questioned looked towards the boy while barely holding her tears.
"The witchbeasts... suddenly came out of the forest and started attacking everyone. We barely made it, but our parents... they..."
A mixed feeling sat on Makoto's heart as he continued looking towards the girl.
He tried to hide those feelings as he extended his hand forward to hug the girl and calm her down.
She looked at the unknown boy for a few minutes, as the look on his face was clearly saying he was no harm.
Slowly, she approached the boy, and her hand was yet to touch him, only for the witchbeast to jump towards the poor girl with its fangs tearing her throat and the blood of the girl flying towards Makoto's face.
Splash. The blood of a young girl covered his face as his eyes shook.
The situation as a whole was so sudden and horrific that, for a moment, he thought he was dead.
His body trembled as he saw such a young girl fidgeting on the ground, giving her last breaths, but even then she managed to smile towards him.
Makoto... Makoto's brain was turned off. He simply stood up, watching other kids being torn apart by those disgusting creatures. Blood was flying everywhere as screams were getting louder.
He fell to the ground, shaking.
"Haa...Haaa...Haaaaaa!" He wanted to scream, but his instincts told him not to. He wanted to cry out; he wanted to kill those beasts, but the realization of him tearing his gates came quicker while he lay on the ground with his body unable to move. "W-Why...Whyyy...just why…?"
As he asked that question, those beasts looked towards him as if they saw something that enraged them. Maybe it was all due to this scent the witch was giving, or maybe even not, but regardless, they all looked towards him and set their eyes on him.
Due to broken gates, he barely moved as he tried to crawl away from them, but he wasn't as fast as those beasts.
Tenths, or maybe hundreds, of fangs teared through his flesh as he screamed in agony.
His eyes were wide open as he saw other beasts feeding on other kids. The lifeless body of Petra lay near him with her neck wide open and torn apart with giant fang signs on it. Tears fell down his cheeks as he saw the girl and finally realized what had happened.
'I am tired...' an isekai fantasy? What a ridiculous word to call this cruel world, which is more miserable than fantastic. 'I am so tired. Petra, Emilia, Beatrice, Rem, and Ram. Why does nothing go according to my plan? Why…'
As another fang entered his body, Makoto snapped.
"WHY!? Why can't I just die!? Why!? Why!? Why!?" He crawled like a ball, letting the beasts do whatever they wanted. While he felt pain, he was too numb to feel something as humane as this. "Every time I try to make a better future, I fail!? Every time I try, they just reject me!? I can't even tell anyone about my own pain, yet they expect me to explain something! I want! I want to tell someone about the pain, but whom!? I just want to die." As he said his last words, the beasts were set on fire all by one. "!?"
The image cleared before Makoto as he saw him—Roswaal. He was carrying both Rem and Ram, while on his back, Elsa was carrying Emilia and Beatrice, looking towards them; they were alive, just unconscious.
"What a view." Elsa noted looking towards the bloodied body of Makoto.
"It seems this is not the needed loop." Roswaal sadly hung his head down.
Makoto just backed down from the clown, despite the severe injuries he got.
"Wh...what...do...you want?" His voice was rugged, and he didn't even have the strength to say anything.
Roswaal just sighed. "It doesn't matter what I want, Makoto-kun." His tone was serious enough that even his usual mannerism was gone. "What matters is what you really want... You want to save them all, right?"
Makoto just nodded.
"Just what I expected of you." He was not given even a chance to reply as a spit mixed with blood flew towards his face. It was something uncommon for Makoto to have a rage. "It seems you don't understand it now, but time heals, as they say."
Roswaal flicked his fingers as Makoto's body was set on fire.
"A little something for the future. Befriend me rather than make enemies of me. I will wish to meet any of your demands, Makoto-kun."
As he said those words, he placed Emilia's insignia on Makoto's hands as it shone with a bright red color.
"You will reign as a winner."
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"Ram, it seems our guest is a pervert."
"Rem, Rem, be careful with him."
Makoto opened his eyes yet again, being met by two familiar maids.
He fell to his knees, holding his twitching body.
"Hey, are you okay?" Rem asked with great concern.
Makoto paid it no mind as he collapsed to the ground, hugging himself.
"Aaaahahahaha…" He weakly groaned as he laughed. "Hahahaha...hahahaha!" He started laughing maniacally as he lay on solid ground. His eyes lost color; he simply laughed and cried.
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Damn. That's some emotional chapter, and yup, cards are on the table. I plan on making Makoto royal candidate, and I don't give a flying fuck what anyone might say. Reading some comments, I have such an urge to slap some mfs like BRUH. What do you want? An OG plot or me following the canon? This is my damn story, and beside wasting your energy commenting some shit, please think that I won't even take your words into consideration.
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