I Am The Evil Fiance Of The Male Lead...... Not!

ANN

"We are tremendously sorry for what have befallen before you lot." A little girl, who seemed to be not even old enough to reach a table counter was bowing before us like you'd do when asking for the forgiveness of a king, wearing a simple dress with a scarf around her neck.

"No, wait, what?" Sir Roger was being supported by one of his knights by the shoulder, holding around where his armor had been dented by the ferocious attacks of Super Miranha.

The little girl moved her head in his direction, slowly walking while we carefully watched her steps and movements one by one, our hands ready for anything.

She stops at a little distance from Sir Roger when a beaccon of light shines on Sir Roger from somewhere in the sky, a choir coming from all around us singing a chant that was carried by the wind, the little girl with her arms up in the air like she was a maestro in a opera.

At this moment, Sir Roger stands straight, taking his arm off from the shoulder of the soldier and taking his other hand to the front, moving it around like they were light as feathers, soon doing the same with his other arm.

There shouldn't be any more surprises after what has just happened, but still, to think there would be a little girl capable of using healing magic here is quite unexpected, it is very convenient that she have sudden appeared. Almost too convenient, in fact.

"You have just said to those monsters to get back to work, are you their leader?" A little girl controlling an army of monsters might seem like something unbelievable, however, which high enough magic anyone could take the form they wished for, even that of an innocent little girl. Not to mention, the rare cases of high-class shape-shifting demons that fool humans into their demises using trickery and deceit.

"Correct, but not quite right." She takes 3 steps forward towards me, my hand grips at my sword as i fully focus to change stance at a moments notice, anticipation running through me as she puts her hands to her back.

"If so, what are you exactly?" She looks in my eyes, then tilts her head.

"You ask as in, what is my correlation with my subordinates or as in what kind of creature i am?" I can't quite put why but there is something about her voice that does not sit well with me.

"......if you'd be so kind as to answer both, that would be much appreciated." Looking at Sir Roger and the knights behind him, Sir Roger is sitting, his eyes glaring at the child by the back, but his knights are holding him down, some of them also ready to attack at any signal.

"First of all, i am the head chief of the division of battling mobs." She looks away towards the sky for a split second, then tilts her head back to the other direction while her cold eyes pierce mine.

"Second of all, i am the instrument of a god." What? The instrument of a god?

"...... don't joke around punk, what do you mean by instrument of a god, huh!? Are you claiming yourself as saint!?" Sir Roger, as a knight of the kingdom, knows very well of the stories of the saint who saved the world against the demon lord all of these hundreds of years ago, so his reaction is understandable.

She turns her back to face Sir Roger, her movement precise and quick like one of a dancer, her scarf moving by the cold wind that is always hitting around this place for some reason.

"A person acknowledged as holy or virtous and typically regarded as being in heaven after death; a very virtous, kind or patient person. Those are the definitions of a saint." One of the knights, who was standing more close to the door of the fortress starts advancing slowly towards the little girl, with his hand at his sword, but i signal him to stop.

"Neither of those can be applied to me, for i am not holy, virtous, kind, patient or a person." She takes a step towards the door of the fortress, the soldier tensing up as she gets closer and closer.

"Then who are you?!" Sir Roger steps forward as if he was not incapacitated merely a minute ago, making once again the little girl stop at her tracks.

"My name is ANN." Her voice booms when she says her name at last, sounding as if crickets tried to imitate a human word during a thunderstorm, barely comprehensible and even tho she is just some meters away from us, distant as if it was miles away, loud clicking noises come from her, the soldier standing there start to break into cold sweat as he gets away from her and rushes close to us.

She walks again and stops right in front of the door, which opens itself to a room filled with red lights that make it difficult to discern any of its interior design from the short distance we are.

"I was created as a part of the machine, a cog within the greater scheme of this holy place. You, however, were not supposed to witness its glory as of now. But my lady is a kind one, she is good."

She puts a distance between her legs, her arms parallel to her torso before jumping upwards in pose like a bear that is about to strike its prey.

"So be grateful, you have been granted the honor of serving at the gauntlet!" The red light swirls behind her, shining as if the sun has descended down from the sky to right in front of us. Her silhouette doesn't even appear as she is swallowed by its unbelievable bright that starts to make my eyes burn, alongside my face and hands i use to protect myself.

I do not hear any screaming.

My body feels numb.

My legs give out.

Everything fades to black in half a second.