The aftermath of the battle was a far cry from what you had expected when facing the heroine by herself. Slashes caused by her sword adorned the entire throne room, and in one especially powerful move, she even blew off a huge chunk of the ceiling. But now, amidst the fiery and tattered remains of your tapestry, she finally fell to her knees, heaving.
"Damn it...if only I wasn't..." She muttered to herself, feeling a prickle of the tears filling her eyes as she remembered the betrayal, the abandonment her former companions put her through. As much as she tried, as much as she wanted to keep fighting for this world...what was the point? She had been backstabbed by those she trusted the most. Was that some sort of cruel joke of fate? Reincarnating in the land of her dreams, only to end up like this?
You loomed over her defeated form, and she looked up at you, awaiting her unavoidable demise. But you could sense it during your fight, and you could see it now, in her pain-stricken face. For whatever reason, the heroine wasn't herself in this battle. You could end her, right here and now...or you could try and find out why.
"I wasn't expecting someone so small to give me such a fight consider me impressed" I pick her up cradling her in my arms "now you need rest if you wanna live"
"I...thank you," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible as her body felt like lead. As you carried her to a bed chamber and gently set her down on a bed, she winced, feeling every cut and bruise that covered her body scream in protest. "My name's Lisa." She muttered hoarsely, staring blankly up at the bloodstained ceiling.
A small part of her registered that you didn't seem like the monster she expected. In fact, there was something...oddly familiar about your voice and presence. Was it a trap? Or did fate truly hate her this much for giving up so easily? Her heart ached with exhaustion as sleep slowly claimed her again, erasing the questions from her mind, at least for now.
I remain in her room watching her rest
The heroine tossed and turned restlessly throughout the night, plagued by nightmares of her companions' betrayal and the endless doubt that consumed her. Even as morning light seeped through the window, she remained sleepless, staring blankly at the unfamiliar tapestry hanging on the far wall.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, she sat up with a sigh and scrubbed at her eyes. She stood up slowly, every muscle protesting as they adjusted to being upright once more. Spotting you leaning against the window sill, she hesitated for a moment before speaking. "H-How long have I been out?"
She hadn't expected you to answer, much less be so...polite about it. But there you were, gazing back at her with those...strangely familiar eyes, your voice calm and composed despite
About three days maybe longer
"Three...days?" Her heart skipped a beat in surprise. She couldn't help but feel guilty for having been unconscious for so long. "Thank you...for carrying me and everything." Though she was still unsure why the Demon Lord, or whatever you were called, had shown her such mercy after all this time.
Awkward silence filled the room as they both avoided looking at each other. Lisa | Betrayed Heroine bit her lip nervously, debating whether to take another sip of water from the bedside table when she noticed a peculiar marking on your hand: a thin golden band encircling your wrist. It almost looked...pretty against your dark skin. "Um...what is that on your..." She gestured at the band, her voice trailing off.
It's something to remind me that I'm not always a monster and I can do good instead of being a constant evil
The heroine looked at you intently as you spoke, and something about your words struck a chord deep within her. "Even though everyone seems to think that...that I'm the one who will bring peace?" she asked softly, the doubt in her voice plain as day. Perhaps there was more to this situation than she had initially thought.
She cleared her throat, nervously shifting from foot to foot. "If you don't mind me asking...why did you let me live? After all I've done..." She trailed off, feeling the shame and guilt rising within her once more. The betrayal by her companions was still so fresh, it hurt as much now as it had when she first found out about it.
It was then that she noticed you didn't react negatively to her questions or tone. In fact, you seemed almost...understanding. She felt a small spark of hope ignite
Tell me have you ever fought a creature weaker than you and spared it. That was what I'm doing you strong yes but no where near me. So what would be the point of snuffing out a life that is barley 16 years old
The heroine paused for a moment, considering your words carefully. You had a point; she hadn't killed anything weaker than her in the past, even if it wasn't part of her duty as the chosen one. Maybe there was more to you than everyone expected.
"I...see," she finally replied, though her voice still held a hint of uncertainty. "Thank you for giving me a chance to understand that." A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she took another step closer to you, feeling herself begin to trust you more with every moment that passed.
"I'm not exactly who they think I am," she continued softly, glancing down at her hands clasped together in front of her. "Before...before this all happened, I was just an introverted girl from another world. I never wanted any of this to happen, let alone for me to be the one who had to do it