IF Route 2: Chapter 5: I Won't Leave You Even If I Die

"……"

I was reading now.

Naturally, it's a book about magic that Trust gave me.

The book covers a wide range of topics from basic to advanced, and is quite thick, spanning five volumes.

When I was a man on Earth, I also read a few books.

However, this was the first time I had come across a book that was this thick and technical.

Now, the contents are all interesting.

Apparently, in this world it is a subject that talented people and nobles learn.

However, studying is something that is disliked in any world.

In many cases, it seems that people do this out of necessity or to make a living.

Due to this circumstances, humans are also building schools, but it seems that it is not going well because it relies too much on talent.

It says something like, talented people will use it on their own without you having to teach them.

However, I would like to thank the person who created this book.

I was relying on the power given to me by God, and more than anything, learning about magic was something I needed right now.

I grew up in a world without magic, so I'm interested in magic myself.

I haven't read and understood everything yet, but it's starting to have some effect.

The magic I can use is support magic.

In a game where it allows you to move more nimbly, strengthens your strength, or gradually heals wounds, it would be an enhancement spell that can be cast during battle.

I learned a magic that creates a protective membrane there - a magic called Divine Shield.

I died because I was weak.

And I'm much weaker than I was before.

So I need a way to protect myself.

That's why I learned defensive magic.

Above all, defensive support magic has a wide range of uses.

It can also be used to protect allies.

It seems I also have an aptitude for magic that can make enemy magic be at disadvantage, but I haven't mastered that yet.

It's quite difficult, but many of the demons use magic.

So I'm trying to learn as quickly as possible.

That being said, up until now I had a physical body so I could use magic as I pleased, but now that I have the body of a holy spirit I can't use it in large quantities.

The more I use it, the more... well, the more I need to replenish it... no, not that it's erotic.

However, by reading books and putting it into practice, I began to understand how to conserve magical power.

If I gain a deeper understanding of magic and continue to pursue it, I will be able to use low-cost, high-power magic.

I need to improve its practicality and make it useful as soon as possible.

"……?"

I was concentrating on reading a magic book, but I looked up at the strange sensation.

Looking around, there was nothing unusual except that Trust was training as usual in the inn's courtyard.

However, I felt a tingling sensation down my spine and couldn't calm down.

Of course, I'm not in the mood for sex.

Since I am raped every day for the purpose of recieving semen, my sexual desire is released before it can build up.

Well, it's become a habit so I feel horny at night, but that's not it.

"Filia, what's wrong?"

Trust notices something strange about me and comes over.

But this tingly feeling won't go away.

What exactly is this feeling?

"Well, I have a strange feeling."

"A strange feeling?"

It's a conversation that might make you think, "Guhehe, this woman is in heat," but Trust seems puzzled, perhaps realizing that I didn't mean it that way.

Hmm, what is this?

I don't think it's a bad feeling...

It feels a bit nostalgic, but I'm not sure.　

But it makes me feel an indescribable sense of unease.

It's a feeling I really don't understand.

"Um... it's in that direction."

After concentrating and sharpening my senses, I was able to determine the direction and pointed in that direction.

The direction I pointed at... and the feeling turned into something unpleasant.

"I won't know until I investigate, but in that direction..."

It was the direction of the city where Trust was betrayed by the heroines.

It's possible that I'm mistaken, but it leaves me with a bad feeling.

I don't think I have that kind of intuition, but I'm still worried.

Above all, it wouldn't have been the same in my previous life, but this body belongs to Filia, and now it's the Holy Spirit.

It's no wonder that this feeling is growing stronger.

"I hope I'm mistaken, but could you please look into it?"

"Yes, I'll talk to the mayor right away and have him look into it."

So we decided to stop training and head to where the city representatives were.

In short, my intuition was correct.

When Trust explained the situation to the city representative, he readily agreed to send out additional reconnaissance, and soon realized that he was unable to contact the reconnaissance that had been sent out earlier.

Furthermore, additional reconnaissance information was provided about the Demon King's army.

According to the story, it was a strange creature that seemed like it was not of this world.

Basically, skeletal monsters and rotting humanoid flesh... in other words, skeletons and zombies are marching towards the city.

Apparently the zombies were human corpses, and the scout had a pale face.

"It's okay. We have divine protection. As long as you summon your courage, you will never lose."

I also worked to ease their anxiety by saying things like that.

The scariest thing is that morale will drop because the enemy is the enemy.

Fortunately, the Holy Spirit seems to be highly trustworthy, and he managed to regain some composure.

This is the effect of the Holy Spirit.

To be honest, I can't believe it myself.

But... there was something even more worrying.

"Trust-sama, judging from the enemy's composition, she is probably there."

"……yeah"

I've only actually fought once, but I had my eye on the enemy when I saw her use undead.

--Luries.

She is like an older sister to Trust and is the only one who is older than him.

During the game, she was the oldest of the heroines, and was well-liked by those around her.

Just like me now, she was trusted by the people.

If the player likes older sisters, big breasts, and plump bodies, they will like her appearance and personality.

The fact that she's a priest and the party's healer is a big plus.

Because she was a priest, she has the added bonus of becoming a necromancer after being NTR-ed.

With all this information available, the chances of it being a dud are low.

"Filia, I'm fine now."

"But……"

I tried to argue but the words wouldn't come out.

Because Trust's eyes told me that everything was really okay.

"It feels strange even to me, but even though it was so painful, there was something I couldn't bear more than being betrayed by those girls, and because of that experience, I no longer care about those girls."

...Trust was being vague about his words, but I quickly realized that I was the cause.

I died in the battle with the Demon King's army.

I don't remember how I died, and no one will tell me.

However, it is clear that this was an irresistible pain for Trust.

There's no way he could bear it if a girl who adores him were killed.

"That's why I can fight. I definitely won't lose next time. I won't lose..."

Trust was so determined and possessed a frighteningly strong will.

I'm sure he'd be able to fight even if he really encountered the heroine.

I can read that much emotion in his eyes.

...Maybe it was because I was in this state that I could tell, but I thought it was dangerous.

"Trust-sama."

"What...ugh?!"

I hug Trust's head, who is sitting, to my chest.

Believing that my large breasts imply at least a drop of maternal love, I whisper as I strokes his head.

"It's your decision, so I won't tell you not to fight."

Trust is brave, he is a Hero after all.

Up until now, he has saved people by fighting.

We needed him because we lived in a time and world where that was necessary.

Trust himself is determined to do the same when he fights the Demon King's army.

So I won't deny it.

"It's fine to get revenge on the girls who betrayed you. It's fine to live with murderous intent towards the Demon King. It's fine to fight for revenge..."

If I were Trust, I wouldn't be able to forgive the heroines.

All I can think about is killing the Demon King.

He will live to avenge the death of me...no, his friends.

I don't deny such feelings, and I think they are natural for humans.

In fact, to be honest, I agree with it.

There's a whisper in the back of my mind that says I'd be happy to help him.

I know that there are people in this world who shouldn't exist.

I also know the feeling of hatred that never seems to be enough, no matter how much I kill it.

Nice words alone won't do anything.

It's not desire, it's a filthy emotion that corrodes people's hearts.

I don't deny that.

"But I'll be with you no matter what."

If Trust wants to destroy the Demon King and the demons, then I'll go with him.

I will bear his guilt with me.

Even if he is crushed by his own darkness, I will be crushed together with him.

See, there it is.

I'm a Holy Spirit, but I'm also like a Vengeful Spirit.

Wouldn't a dark, filthy hatred suit me so well?

It's not unnatural for me to harbor a grudge against the demon that killed me.

"Filia..."

We were once torn apart by the irresistible concepts of life and death.

But...

"I won't leave you just because I died. So, um..."

"...Thank you so much for everything."

I had spoken almost impulsively, so I was struggling to think of what to say next, but he ended up thanking me.

The voice was calm, so I felt relieved that it had made some sense.

"Filia, let's win this time."

"Yes!"

He lost the battle against the Demon King's army twice.

This time I won't lose. Third time's the charm.

"By the way,"

"Yes?"

"Can I stay like this for a little while longer?"

We are in a position where I am holding Trust's head close to my chest and stroking it.

Yeah, I can understand why any man would want to enjoy those breasts.

Above all, he probably doesn't think that he might actually die in the next battle, but anxiety is an inevitable part of fighting.

I myself have gained some experience fighting monsters and demons, but I still can't get used to it.

"Until departure, right?"

"Yes, please."

And so, I pampered Trust until we left.