He Became the Only Ally of the Abandoned Warrior

Chapter 1

“It’s not over yet! Do you think it will end here?”

The final battle.

The Demon King, cornered, raged desperately.

A dark, bloody aura emanated from him as he launched a frenzied attack.

Shield Knight Reinhold defended against the onslaught with his massive shield.

“Extermination!”

“Kraaaagh!”

“Reinhold!”

As the Demon King clenched his fist, Reinhold’s arm, along with his shield, was crushed.

Seeing her fiancé’s injury, the Hero Lucy screamed.

Saintess Arsil quickly cast a divine healing spell on Reinhold.

“I’m fine! Focus on the enemy!”

“Lucy! Finish it! Don’t worry about the injuries, I can heal them all!”

With shouts of determination, Reinhold and Arsil readied themselves for the fight against the Demon King.

“Be careful!”

The Demon King raised his hand again, but Elf Archer Naidrian disrupted him with a volley of arrows.

The Demon King, forced to deflect the arrows, triggered an explosion of the dark energy he had gathered.

“Nets, weaken, intimidate, slow.”

Without missing a beat, the Mage Tigria cast her spells.

The words alone were enough to conjure the magic, significantly slowing the Demon King’s movements.

“Now!”

Naidrian continued to shoot arrows, pinning the Demon King in place.

“This time, the final blow is mine!”

Saintess Arsil infused the Hero’s holy sword, Hroni, with divine power.

“Optimal opportunity.”

Tigria launched powerful spells, driving the Demon King further into a corner.

“Lucy! Do it!”

Reinhold stood firm, blocking the rising black aura with his shield.

Under the support of her comrades, Lucy raised Hononima high.

“I envision!”

A brilliant radiance enveloped Hononima.

“A peaceful day with you!”

With all her might, Lucy struck with the holy sword.

“Uaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!”

The brilliance cleaved through the black energy, shattering the malevolent aura.

The sacred power, like a relentless storm, sliced the Demon King diagonally in half.@@@@

“Guh...!”

At last, the Demon King fell to his knees.

Even as he crumbled, his gaze remained fixed on one point.

Far in the distance, trembling and holding a small shield, stood the porter.

“You know this isn’t the end, right? I will surely...!”

Unable to finish her words, she disintegrated into black dust.

Thud.

Only a heavy, single horn remained.

“Haa... haa... we did it!”

“Not yet. We need to seal that horn in the sacred coffin!”

Lucy, panting, knew it wasn’t over, just as Arsil had said.

Unfortunately, sealing the horn was not a job for the warriors.

Lucy, with her red hair drenched in sweat, scowled.

“Hey, porter! What are you waiting for? Get over here!”

“Yes!”

The porter wore a peculiar mask.

Despite its lack of eye holes, the smiling mask did not seem to hinder his vision.

In truth, the mask was not the strange part; it was the porter himself.

His role was to carry the sacred coffin that would seal the Demon King’s horn, thanks to his immense inventory capacity.

“Here it is!”

“...You want me to handle that dark energy?”

The porter pulled out the sacred coffin from his special item, ‘Porter’s Pouch,’ and offered it to Lucy, who scowled again.

The porter looked around anxiously.

Despite his robust physique and unique item, the dark energy from the horn was overwhelming.

“Damn it, I’m at my limit.”

Even the Saintess shook her head, acknowledging that everyone was exhausted after the fierce battle.

The porter swallowed hard and approached the horn. It was no larger than his palm, but its energy was menacing.

Tsssszzzzzz

The pointed edge, designed to repel and attack, now aimed at Lucy’s remaining leg.

Crack!

“Argh!”

Crack!

“Morgan-!!!”

Crack!

Despite the shield’s point, it was still a shield.

Amidst the agony of breaking bones and torn flesh, Lucy realized something.

Reinhold had never allowed her to call him by his name.

Crack!

“Guh!”

Amidst the blood and pain, doubt crept into her mind.

“You... planned this from the beginning, didn’t you...?”

Crack!

“Gah...! Did you ever love me...?”

The knight raised his shield one last time, granting her a final mercy.

“I have always loved only Linachien Karlun.”

That mercy was the answer to her doubt, and the final blow severed her remaining left leg.

But Lucy felt more pain in her heart than in her mutilated body.

The reality she believed in had been a lie.

“Are you going to kill her?”

“She’s been dismembered. We’ll bind her and transport her to the capital. There, as a demonstration of imperial power, she’ll be displayed.”

“Che, there’s hardly anything left of her.”

The Hero, her spirit broken, listened in a daze as the Saintess and the Knight discussed her fate.

The Mage cauterized her wounds, leaving her numb.

“Don’t forget our agreement.”

“It’s not over yet. The contract specifies we escort her to the capital. Don’t be impatient, Naidrian.”

Is this the end?

“As the elf said, we need confirmation. You haven’t forgotten the promise, have you?”

“I didn’t expect the saint to be so deeply suspicious.”

I didn’t ask for much.

According to the contract, the first step was to subdue the hero, the second to transport her.

Therefore, having completed the first step, it was only natural to reconfirm and reaffirm the promise now.

“Sigh, alright. We don’t have time, so I’ll reiterate it here.”

‘All I wanted was to live an ordinary life with the one I loved, and I complained a bit about things that seemed like obstacles to that.’

“First, Naidrian, you elves...”

‘Was I really that arrogant?’

At that moment, a single tear slid down Lucy’s cheek.

“Scroll of Teleportation: Short Distance.”

A voice, long forgotten by everyone, resounded.

“What?!”

As everyone panicked, someone approached Lucy at a speed invisible to the eye.

It was the porter.

“Porter?! Damn, I forgot about...”

“Naidrian, shoot!”

Reinhold shouted urgently, pushing the startled Arsil aside, but it was already too late.

Even Naidrian couldn’t track the movements of the porter who used the one-time item ‘Scroll of Teleportation: Short Distance,’ an ultimate skill for movement.

While Naidrian was drawing his arrow, the porter had already scooped Lucy up and was flying over the cliff.

“Tigria!!”

“Target... lost.”

Leaving the panicked group behind, the porter sighed in mid-air.

“Ah, this wasn’t part of the plan.”

The ‘Teleportation’ skill didn’t just speed up movement. It also accelerated the outcome of the user’s actions. Consequently, their descent from the sky was not comparable to a normal fall.

Splash!

As if someone had planned it, the porter and Lucy were sucked into the deep waters of the gorge far below the cliff.

It was a dive only possible because the porter, Lin, knew the game’s map structure inside out.

Especially the final battle map of the original game, which was even more familiar.

“Lucyena—!!!”

Reinhold’s anguished cry echoed from above.

His voice was remarkably powerful.

Lin, the porter, sighed with relief underwater.

He had left behind the holy coffin containing the Demon King’s single horn, so they wouldn’t be able to pursue immediately.

He relaxed his body.

According to the DLC content, they would eventually float to a suitable spot.

Meanwhile, Lin tightly cradled Lucy’s body to keep water from getting into her eyes and nose.