Drawing Manga in a Romance Fantasy

Chapter 119

Fwoosh.

Flames began to flicker along the edge of Richard’s greatsword.

"That damned flame again!" Satanail’s voice oozed with irritation. He recognized this flame—it was the result of a new mana technique the Swordmaster had developed to combat creatures of the night. Wounds inflicted by this flame-wreathed blade were not easily healed, even by those with regenerative powers.

Of course, that effect was potent only against ordinary dark elves; it had little effect on Satanail. Only the Swordmaster had ever been able to leave a scar on him with that flame.

“This time, it won’t be a scar—I’ll end your life.”

Without waiting for a response, Richard charged at Satanail.

Clang!

“It’s still not quite your master’s flame!”

“Then again, you seem weaker than before.”

The clash of claws against the blade sounded more like blunt impacts, reverberating with such force that the ground trembled.

Whish!

The greatsword was a weapon originally designed for fighting knights. Plate armor, strong enough to resist ordinary swords or spears, demanded a heavier weapon capable of delivering blunt force. Yet, while the greatsword offered long reach and powerful strikes, its weight and thickness made it vulnerable to close-range opponents.

“Damn it, you still swing with that monstrous strength!”

Even for Satanail, slipping past Richard’s powerful swings—handling the massive blade like it was a lightweight stick—was no easy feat.

He was nothing but a brute a few years ago, yet he’s grown this strong in such a short time?

Satanail, who had initially been looking for openings, found himself surprised by Richard’s unexpected growth. To him, humans were nothing more than frail creatures with little worth—a feeble race with short lifespans and weak bodies.

Yet occasionally, there emerged those among them who defied all understanding. The Swordmaster, who had once threatened his life despite a lifespan barely a fraction of his own, had been one such human.

And now, Richard, who once had been too insignificant to notice, had grown into a threat.

This is why I despise humans!

Their ability to defy logic made Satanail both disdainful and wary of them. Perhaps that was why he obsessed so intensely over the Blue Flower—to erase his lingering unease about humans.

"Try to block this one!"

After evading Richard’s attacks, Satanail abruptly took a stance and lunged forward, extending both arms toward the incoming greatsword.

Slash!

Predictably, his arms were severed, but two more arms sprouted from his shoulders, launching themselves at Richard. Satanail’s incredible regeneration and control over his own body allowed him to perform such attacks freely.

Yet,

“Gah... You’re no human... How can one wield magic like this... You’re a witch, a witch of flames....”

Crack.

Dread’s body, charred black and nearly reduced to ash, crumbled with a final kick, scattering into the wind.

“How rude; I am a hero.”

The one who had vanquished Dread was none other than Zenia. Through battle after battle, her magic had only grown stronger, and Dread had been no match.

Snap!

With a flick of her staff, Zenia sent Dread’s remaining ashes scattering. Her brow furrowed at the insult he’d muttered with his last breath: witch.

Red hair? Tch, how unlucky! She’s probably cursed. Survived her parents by sheer luck, they say. What’s with that strange gaze? She gives me the creeps.

After losing her parents in an accident and being raised by an uncle’s family, Zenia had grown up hating the term “witch.” She despised the villagers who whispered about her red hair, and her uncle’s family, who beat her while accusing her of killing her parents.

For a time, she’d thought of revenge against all of them, but not anymore.

I’m the protagonist of a story.

Reading Rupert’s books, Zenia had come to believe she was special and that all her misfortunes were simply trials leading to a happy ending.

With that understanding, she had found the strength to forgive.

She wanted to become a hero.

He’s watching over me.

The thought of Rupert seeing her now filled her with renewed determination.

“I’ll help!”

Others around her were already locked in fierce battles, and in particular, Richard was locked in a deadly struggle with Satanail, the enemy leader.

Zenia noticed Satanail, grotesquely transformed, attacking Richard with dozens of arms while Richard barely managed to defend himself.

Having dealt with Dread swiftly, Zenia decided she could assist Richard. She began casting her unique combination of spells, harnessing both calculation and acceleration magic.

Odd... I feel a little more in control than usual.

As she readied her spells, Zenia noticed she felt less strained than usual. While managing several flames had previously required her full concentration, she felt she could now control even more.

In a subtle, unnoticed transformation, Zenia’s body responded to her need, optimizing itself for her magic. Her red hair now cascaded down to her waist, and her once loose robe now clung to the newly defined curves of her frame.

Watching from the manor study, Rupert observed Zenia’s transformation.

"The Witch of Scarlet Flames...."

It dawned on him. The peculiar sense of familiarity he’d felt upon first meeting her now clicked into place. The transformed Zenia was the very image of Ignicia, the Scarlet Flame Witch—a major antagonist from the original story.