BJ Villainess Chapter 304

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Swaaaah!

 

The rain kept pouring.

 

Swaaaah!

 

But why is it only raining around me?

 

I shouted at the sky. “Stop! Just stop it already!”

 

The rain seemed to mock me, pouring even harder as if saying, ‘What are you going to do about it?’ It followed me everywhere, making me sick of the rain by now.

 

A woman dragging rain clouds across the desert? I’d be welcomed anywhere I go. But wouldn’t there need to be people to welcome me?

 

It seems I’ve fallen into another dimension through space-time, and of all places, it’s a desert. Wouldn’t it have been great if I’d ended up in a sunny place instead? Instead of this hard, parched land where even a shovel wouldn’t penetrate, a soft ground would make it easier to dig a grave. I was feeling extremely pessimistic and cynical, so everything felt annoying.

 

“But why does this feel so familiar?”

 

It was definitely my first time in a desert. Yet, the temperature, humidity, and even the wind here were strangely familiar. After thinking about it for a while, I realized there was one desert I knew. The planet Signio when I met Gufel. I couldn’t confirm it properly back then because of a barrier, but that place was undergoing desertification.

 

“No way… It can’t be, right?”

 

I couldn’t use magic because my power wasn’t functioning, and the enormous moon hanging in the sky during the day felt all too familiar, but it couldn’t be, right?

 

“Sigh.”

 

I felt ridiculous and frustrated, so I gave up looking for people and lay down flat on the ground. I couldn’t deny it anymore because the energy disrupting my power was definitely holy power.

 

At that moment, I heard the sound of the ground shaking, and something was approaching. It was clearly the sound of hooves. If I stayed like this, I’d get trampled by a horse and crushed. But instead of jumping up, I decided to stay still and closed my eyes in the rain, resigned to whatever would happen.

 

If I die, then I die. What’s worse than going to hell? Life feels like more of a hell anyway, so maybe it would be better. Who knows?

 

As I mentioned earlier, I was filled with pessimism, so I viewed the world through a very twisted lens. So I just lay there, thinking, ‘Just trample over me already.’

 

But the thing, as if it was looking for me, came close and suddenly pressed a blade to my neck. The moment I opened my eyes to the cold metal, I froze.

 

“You’re the one His Majesty has issued a bounty for. How does a foreigner know how to use holy power?” Clyde looked down at me with eyes colder than the metal.

 

“Clyde!”

 

Forgetting there was a blade at my neck, I jumped up and hugged him. Clyde flinched and moved the sword away to avoid cutting me. It seemed like an instinctive reaction.

 

“How do you know my name?”

 

He doesn’t remember me. I was glad and happy to see him, but at the same time, I felt a bit sad that he didn’t remember me in such a place. But this sadness wasn’t like the dark, damp feeling of being in a desert or a cold, wet rain; it was different. This sadness was bright rather than dark.

 

“How could I not know you?”

 

“…Are you from the same dimension as me?”

 

Is that all? I’m the one who created the world you live in.

 

Instead of bombarding him with information he didn’t know, I hugged him even tighter. “I’ll help you regain your memories. We’re friends, after all.”

 

“Friends…?”

 

“Yeah. You’re very important to me.”

 

Then suddenly, the ground under the rain started changing noticeably. The soil became full of life. Plants began sprouting through the fertile, softened earth. The speed was incredible. I was surprised by the unexpected sight, but Clyde, with a shocked expression, let go of me and looked around.

 

The plants grew fastest near where I stood, and the farther they were from me, the slower they grew. I frowned and asked, “Why is this happening all of a sudden?”

 

Clyde looked at me with a bewildered expression. “Why are you asking me when you did this?”

 

“Well, I’m a foreigner. I don’t know about this place, so isn’t it right that someone like you, who seems to know more, should explain it to me?”

 

There was no logical flaw in my argument; it was perfectly reasonable. So Clyde, unable to refute, simply frowned.

 

Feeling like I’d won an argument with that guy, my mood improved a bit despite being annoyed at being dropped on the planet Signio.

 

“You do realize that you’re making it rain with holy power, right?”

 

“I had no idea.”

 

“If you don’t know, then shut up and listen. You’re using holy power to make it rain, and the rain-soaked ground is regaining its vitality. Look over there.”

 

I turned to look in the direction Clyde pointed.

 

“…Wow.”

 

The soil along the path I had walked had not only changed, but sprouts were also growing.

 

“There was just rain until a moment ago, so why are plants growing now?”

 

But didn’t Gufel tell me that if you nurture life in one place with holy power, it harms another place in return?

 

Then Clyde spoke. “There are usually two ways to use holy power. One is to directly consume the planet’s energy, and the other is to simply cause a transformation.”

 

Of course, the former exerts a much stronger ability, but the planet being exploited becomes increasingly inhospitable to life. The latter is a planet-friendly method, where part of the holy power used returns to the planet, causing much less environmental damage. In any case, the common factor between the two powers is that they both deplete the planet’s energy to some extent.

 

Clyde explained that Gufel was a saintess who used the latter method while still exerting extremely powerful power.

 

“You must have received holy power from Gufel. You use the same power as her.”

 

“How did you know that?”

 

“Last time you appeared here, it was at Gufel’s house. Gufel was still far from the end of her life, but she died. That means she transferred all her holy power to someone else.”

 

I remained silent with a bitter expression.

 

Back then, I didn’t know the situation here very well. Then I found out something while reading <The Sand Saintess> in the Seoul Dungeon. That Gufel had adopted Hardy and raised him. Hardy was the leader of the Victims’ Union, and he said he lost someone precious because of Ozworld.

 

I thought he meant BJ back then, but it was actually referring to his foster mother?

 

Sigh, I don’t know. My situation is already chaotic enough, and now I’ve fallen onto the planet Signio after Gufel disappeared. Moreover, my holy power was Gufel’s, and it was turning the desert into fertile land.

 

In most stories, someone like me would be treated as a saintess, not in the sense of a star’s daughter, but as someone chosen by God and showered with all kinds of blessings. But let’s think realistically. In this dimension, there are beings much stronger than me. And although I’m using holy power now, I’m not in control of it. It meant I couldn’t properly use holy power.

 

In a situation like that, what would happen to someone like me? I would become a slave. This was definitely the slave route.

 

“Of all things, I’m becoming a slave now…”

 

Clyde, hearing my pessimistic lament, narrowed his eyes and asked what nonsense I was talking about. “Anyway, since you’re a foreigner with a bounty on your head and you’ve inherited Gufel’s holy power, you’ll have to come with me. If you refuse, I’ll use force, so it’s best to cooperate.”

 

See? I was right. It was definitely the slave route.

 

“Is it possible to forcibly take holy power from someone?”

 

“No. Holy power can only be transferred by the will of its original owner.”

 

Then I wouldn’t be killed. Though, I would be exploited. Either way, I didn’t like it.

 

As I was half-lost in a daze, trying to escape reality, he grabbed my wrist and put a ring on me. The rain that had been pouring down suddenly stopped. It must be a tool that seals holy power.

 

“What are you going to do with me now?” I asked, feigning a pitiful expression to arouse sympathy, but Clyde replied somewhat indifferently.

 

“Since His Majesty is currently away, I’ll be keeping a close eye on you myself.”

 

What? No way, is he really following Ozworld? Since he’s associated with the Victims’ Union along with Hardy, I thought he was connected to that side.

 

I looked up and down at Clyde with half-closed eyes, then with a calculating expression, I desperately pleaded. “Where are you going to keep an eye on me? Wouldn’t it be better to monitor me while living together at your house…?”

 

Clyde’s clothes, accessories, and even his horse all looked incredibly expensive. I didn’t know how he’d managed to succeed on the planet Signio, but it was clear he held a high position.

 

If I’m going to be imprisoned, it might as well be in a rich house. Besides, I felt safer with Clyde as my watcher. Even without the memories from <God’s Play>, he was still as cold as ever.

 

I’ll tolerate it because he’s my baby. It wasn’t that I was bowing down to money and power, absolutely not.

 

Anyway, I crossed the desert in the most exemplary manner as a captive.