The Legendary Heroine is actually a Pervert when Level Drained?! - Don't break until dawn

I woke up. A wooden ceiling came into view. The familiar grain of the assembly hall's wood. Nothing had changed since Ordo and the others carried me here last night. Liliana Solana Voss tried to sit up on the bed, then immediately noticed her arms were trembling. She checked her magical circuits. ——Below ten percent. That was all she needed to know. She didn't have the energy to measure more precisely. Ordo's voice carried through the wall. He was talking to someone. An unfamiliar voice. Low, calm—a man's voice. The way he spoke was efficient, stating his business concisely without wasted words. The assembly hall door opened. "You're awake," said. Behind Ordo stood an unfamiliar man. Short black hair with red streaks. An old scar crossing his left eyebrow. About one hundred eighty-five centimeters tall. He wore a travel-worn overcoat without bothering to brush it off. Deep violet eyes looked directly at Liliana. The man glanced not at Liliana's face, but at the inside of her arm. It took less than a second. "The breeding wedge, day six," said. It was a statement. Not a question. Liliana instinctively hid her arm as she sat up. "...And who are you?" "Gares Dome, branch director of the Pergant Adventurer's Mutual Aid Society headquarters in Felizand. I came after receiving contact from Berta Hoffen," replied. The Mutual Aid Society. Why would the branch director of an organization that oversees adventurers be here? Something in Liliana recoiled. Her weakness, and to an organization member at that—— "There should be no reason for the Mutual Aid Society to know of my condition," said, her voice sharp despite her body's weakness. Gares remained unmoved. Without changing his expression, he pulled up a chair and sat down. "Berta analyzed the precise information and contacted me. I arranged for an A-rank or higher holy magic caster to handle the curse removal in advance, and came myself first. That's all," "...That woman," "Impressive information gathering. The instincts from her active days haven't dulled," At that moment, Berta Hoffen entered from outside the door. Deep crimson hair down to her shoulders, a gold earring in her right ear. More travel dust on her than yesterday——she must have run from the royal capital. Her usual gentle smile was thin, her face unusually quiet. "You're awake. Thank goodness," Berta knelt beside Liliana. "Let me check. Don't be angry with me," Liliana had no energy to be angry. She silently extended her arm. Berta quietly examined the inside of her arm. The spread of the pattern, the depth of color, the outline of the edges. Then she ran a brief surge of magic through to check the depth of the circuits——the practiced movements of a former B-rank adventurer. "Day six. The pattern has reached the middle layer of the circuits. Your magical power is...," "Below ten percent," "I see," Berta lowered her eyes once, then looked at Gares. A brief silence passed between them. "The curse removal deadline is within twenty-four hours of activation. Six days have already passed. No matter what A-rank holy magic caster we bring, orthodox curse removal is impossible," Liliana received those words in silence. She tried to deny them, but couldn't. She knew. She understood. But hearing it as words, and having it told to her by someone else's mouth——the weight was different. "One method remains. The curse circuit is designed to saturate and self-destruct with the sunrise of the seventh day. You must endure one more day——tonight," Ordo spoke up. "...Are you certain of this, Gares?" "Even if I were wrong, our options don't change in the current situation," "...That's true," Ordo fell silent. Gares showed no remorse whatsoever. Liliana found herself following their exchange with her eyes. Berta began speaking quietly. "I have similar experience. Back when I was B-rank, I made a judgment error deep in a cave——I abandoned two comrades and fled," There was no performance in her voice. She spoke flatly, as if merely listing facts. "I tried to bear everything alone, took on the next request solo, and got seriously injured. There was a time I gave up on having comrades. But I recovered because——I abandoned my pride and grasped the hand that was offered to me," Liliana said nothing. Couldn't say anything. Those words pierced through her skin like a splinter. --- Gares moved immediately. He left the assembly hall with Ordo and surveyed the village's terrain. He pointed to the low fence to the east with his finger, giving priority instructions for reinforcement. He set evacuation routes and safe zones with short, precise commands. The unhesitating movements of a man who had seen action as an Mutual Aid Society branch director. Berta linked up with experienced adventurers in the village and assessed the arrow fire lines from the roofs and resupply methods. Everyone was moving. From the assembly hall's bed, Liliana watched the scene unfold. Through the window, at the eastern fence, village youths carried logs. Gares gave instructions. Ordo, despite his age, carried timber. Berta surveyed the entire village from the roof. The hero who once bore everything alone, who needed no one's orders, now lay in bed unable to rise, watching this scene. It wasn't anger. It was something colder, something heavier. Gares returned and stood beside her for just a moment. "There's a possibility goblins will come tonight. If the shaman tries to drag you back to the cave before completing the curse, they'll move organizationally. You're not in a state to fight," Liliana tried to object. Half her body wouldn't rise. She closed her mouth. --- Evening came. As the sky began to turn red, sounds started beyond the eastern fence. At first they were distant. Footsteps on grass, snapping branches. Then dozens, then hundreds. A wave of footsteps drummed against the earth, vibrating up through the ground. "Over a hundred!" shouted from the roof. Gares stood before the eastern fence. The sound of his sword being drawn cut sharply through the evening air. The front line of goblins came over the fence. One, five, ten——ash-green bodies made waves in the sunset. A number not anticipated in standard extermination requests. Liliana understood immediately: this was calculated force sent by the shaman. Gares's sword moved. One slash. Two slashes. Three slashes. An A-rank adventurer's swordwork cut down the front group. Fast. Efficient. But the numbers didn't decrease. They kept pushing from behind. "Left! The left is thin!" An arrow flew. Two fell. Still the wave continued. Ordo, holding a farm tool, guided villagers toward the back of the assembly hall. He ran while shielding a mother holding a child with his aged body. The old scar on his left arm was clearly visible in the sunset. Gares took a club strike to his flank. His stance crumbled. His knees buckled for an instant. Still he didn't release his sword, cutting down the next goblin. "Gares!" "No problem!" His voice saying "no problem" was slightly hoarse. Ordo swung his farm tool, driving back a goblin closing in on a child who'd fallen behind. In doing so, he was pushed toward the fence. His feet stumbled. "Left!" An arrow flew. From inside the assembly hall, Liliana heard those voices. Gares's hoarse voice. Ordo's stumbling footsteps. Berta's continuous shouts. Everyone was moving while wounded. Everyone was here. She placed her hand against the wall. With trembling arms, she began to sit up. Her magical power was nearly depleted. Her body was worn from four days of travel and six days of invasion. The curse wasn't broken. The pull was still there——the direction of the cave still called to her. Yet her trembling hand grasped the hilt of the holy sword Calenvita, still bound at her waist. It was warm. Faintly, but certainly. Not the arrogant certainty of before——just the will to protect, transmitted through her palm. Liliana pushed open the assembly hall door. The air mixed with sunset and battle dust hit her face all at once. In that instant, the clamor filling the battlefield fell silent for just one breath. The front line of goblins stopped moving. Some instinctively retreated. The wave of over a hundred creatures pulled back for a single second. Even diminished, the presence of the hero who slew the demon lord shook the air. The holy sword Calenvita began to emit a faint golden light. Gares turned around. For just an instant, his violet eyes widened. Berta, on the roof, smiled quietly. Ordo wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Liliana stood trembling. She knew she couldn't endure tonight alone. Her magical power was below ten percent, her legs and arms wouldn't obey properly. Yet she stood with sword in hand. The wave of goblins began to move again. The night had only just begun.

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