Reactions of the Reincarnated Bloody Angel

“Celestia of Inkfield…! To think even after death, your ghost will return to haunt us…!” An irritated young man’s voice shouted.

“Who?” I replied subconsciously. I still felt sleepy, and wondered if it was all a dream. “You are finding the wrong person… let me sleep for five more minutes…”

“Don’t feign ignorance! I still remember how your accursed black hair turned silver as you died that day… your jealousy was so deep that you even sought to steal Lady Alice’s look in death!” An older man, equally impertinent, shouted.

“Uh…? My hair has always been like that. Sirs, are you sure you’ve got the right person?” I was utterly confused.

Ghost? I did not believe in superstitious things like that. What are they talking about?

I opened my eyes. Under a beautiful moonlight was two tall men, clad in well-polished plate armour, standing a few metres away from me. The younger man was a swordsman with a handsome face and emerald eyes, his wavy blonde hair shining under the moonlight. The other was an older man with a well-built body, his mature but well-kept appearance would surely make younger ladies go crazy.

Was that heaven, and I truly died? I touched my chest, and confirmed my heart was still beating. I was alive.

Then was that some sort of prank? Did I get drunk and got dumped in one of those shops? I took a look at myself; I was wearing a dark red dress with an excessive amount of frills, but the lower half of it was torn and dirtied by soil. My shoes were nowhere to be seen. Those shops would not treat a customer like that… I thought.

Was I assaulted by the two men while I was unconscious? I had other pranks from my men when I was a junior officer, but they didn’t resort to sexual assault. But this sort of behaviour is going too far; I need to make an official complaint against whoever is behind this, I thought.

…Let’s not jump to conclusions, I reminded myself. They seemed to be losing their cool already, so they should spill the beans if I give them a bit more push. If it was a harmless prank, then they would surely get the cue and stop. Otherwise…

“Assaulting a lady like this is a crime, you know?” I tried to provoke them by pretending to be a high-class lady. “You don’t want to rot in jail, don’t you? If you leave me at this instant, this Yuri Yuzuki might be able to forgive you—”

“SHUT UP, YOU FIEND!!” The younger man shouted. “I would not allow you to hurt His Majesty and Lady Alice anymore. This Benjamin von Altos should cut you down with my very own hands!”

“This Gerold Gaston, as a member of the Royal Guard, should make sure you rot in hell once more!” The older man yelled.

…Ah, that was what it was. The bloodlust coming from the two was real. This was not a prank, nor a joke. I did not understand what they were saying, but there was no need to.

They are enemies. Enemies will be neutralised. As simple as that.

I surveyed my surroundings again. Two enemies, one carrying a sword and a shield, and the other wielding a halberd. They had drawn their weapons, and were approaching me slowly even after their yelling act. Were they being cautious to me? They did look like people who had just saw ghosts. Even now, the younger man was shivering, and the older man, despite his best effort to hold it in, had fear in his eyes, even if I was just a little girl.

Thanks to that, I realised something: I had a light green sabre in my hand, its otherworldly texture shining under the moonlight. Decorative patterns, shaped almost like veins, glowed blue due to magic power passing through it. I had a magic-conductive weapon in my hand.

I looked at the enemies’ weapons. They, too, had glowing decorative patterns, though nowhere as bright as mine, indicating a deficiency in magic power. That meant I had a fighting chance, despite the difference in armour. I wasn’t used to using a sabre, however, and that could be problematic.

But I could simply acquire a weapon I was used to. From the more dangerous of the two, the veteran spearman.

Pouring magic power into my eyes, I gave the swordsman a chilling gaze. He almost immediately lost his cool, and lunged at me. His slow attack only managed to hit the muddy ground, rendering him immobile for a split second. Using his shield as a springboard, I launched myself at the older fighter, hitting his head with my sabre in its sheath. The man did not lose consciousness, but staggered just enough for me to take his weapon. His spear, accepting my magic power, glowed in my hands.

With a simple strike, I pierced the man’s chest.

The swordsman, now realising what was happening, turned against me and started whispering something. Circles of light soon surrounded him, and threatened to unleash a hail of rock spikes. He was trying to use Classical Magecraft.

…Slow. Too slow. As diverse, complex, elegant Classical Magecraft is, using it on a real battlefield was suicide. Modern Military Magecraft, though simple in its construction and barbaric in its effects, is far more practical: it requires no incantation and little magical power to activate, making it far easier to use in combat.

I aimed my spear at him, and sent a surge of magic through the spear. An invisible blast — the “Air Rifle Mk15 mod. 2” spell — then hit the man’s right shoulder, interrupting his incantation. With a single leap, I closed the distance and held the spear to his throat.

“Monster…” the man, realising his defeat, dropped his weapon.

The fight was over; interrogation began.