When I Was Reincarnated, All the Heroines Were Stolen by the Fake Hero ~ The Guy Who Dominated With Original Story Knowledge, and Me Who Dominated With Talent. It Seems the World After the Ending Is My One-Man Stage ~ - Episode 45

Episode 45

Where did all that anger from earlier go? Now, Ulrika’s imagining herself being hugged by Nergo, turning red, looking away. Like this, she’s just a girl in love.

That title of “the strongest mage from the former hero’s party” seems to fade away.

But… that, too, is just like her.

I suddenly remember when I first met Ulrika.

It was shortly after our journey began. In a certain magic city, we met a girl.

She was causing magic to go wild. She unintentionally hurt people around her. The adults scolded her, saying, “You’re not fit to be a mage!”

That girl—was Ulrika.

She kept her head down, biting her lip, enduring it.

But one man spoke to her—Nergo.

“I’ve never seen anyone more suited to be a mage than you!”

That’s what he said. He then invited Ulrika to join our party.

Of course, Ulrika was confused. That was only natural.

But, pushed by Nergo’s forceful attitude, she ended up joining—half against her will.

Still, her magic remained unstable.

Her power was just too strong for her small body to control.

She kept failing in training. And each failure made her more depressed.

That’s when Nergo told her:

“Listen, Ulrika. Forget about tricks or tactics. When I give the signal, unleash your full power. We’ll handle the rest.”

Then came the real battle.

Facing a horde of monsters, Nergo shouted:

“Now, Ulrika! Let ’em have it!”

At his words, she raised her staff with a determined face and began to chant.

The spell she cast gouged out the earth and turned the entire monster horde to ash in an instant.

As for me—I couldn’t even stay on my feet. I ended up flat on my butt. I was overwhelmed by the shockwave.

In front of our stunned group, Nergo grinned and put his arm around Ulrika’s shoulder.

“See? Just like I said. You’ve got way more magic than anyone else—that’s why it’s hard to control. But if you master it, you’ll become the strongest mage.”

I still remember the look on Ulrika’s face when she heard those words—clear as day.

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“…Well, I can’t offer much hospitality. But take your time. We’ve got plenty of empty rooms, at least.”

Snapping out of the memories, I smiled at her as I spoke.

Ulrika suddenly looked up. It was as if something had just occurred to her. And she said something unexpected.

“But this place is still fighting on the front lines, isn’t it? I didn’t really know before since we were always traveling. But recently, I heard it from Raiza.”

“Oh. Well, we’ve reclaimed most of the land by now. Thanks to everyone’s efforts.”

“Really? That so?”

Ulrika gave me a blank, surprised look.

“Yeah. But even if we’ve taken the land back, rebuilding is the hard part. Lately, figuring out what to do about all the buildings destroyed by monster attacks has been a big problem.”

Hearing that, she paused a moment in thought, then said:

“I think I could help clean up the rubble, at least. But repairs are a no-go for me…”

“I did find an old record saying there used to be a dwarven settlement near the eastern mountains. But whether they really exist…”

When I added that, Ulrika’s eyes lit up like she remembered something.

“Speaking of dwarves… Weren’t all the major buildings in the royal capital built by dwarves?”

“Really?”

“Yup. I heard it from the princess herself—so it’s definitely true.”

Princess Osa, huh. If that’s true, then it’s totally possible that dwarves exist in this world!

“But apparently, they got into a fight with the royal family back then and ended up leaving partway through.”

My hopes were crushed immediately.

If that’s true, they probably don’t live there anymore.

As I slumped internally, Ulrika puffed out her chest proudly with a smug “hmph.”

Seems like she was happy to have given useful info.

“…I’m glad I heard something helpful. Thanks.”

When I thanked her, she smiled even brighter.

“Then next time, maybe I’ll ask Freyja about it and—”

I was just starting to say that, when—

“If you’re that curious, why not go check it out now?”

Ulrika interrupted. She was grinning mischievously.

Then she stood up in one smooth motion and grabbed my hand.

“W-Wait, Ulrika!”

Ignoring my protest, she raised her other hand and gripped her staff.

Light immediately gathered at its tip. A complex magic circle began to glow.

Oh no—

This is that spell I’ve experienced too many times during our travels.

“This is the fastest and most reliable way!”

“No, wait, we need to prepare—!”

A white light wrapped around both our bodies. My vision was completely drowned in brightness.

No doubt about it—this is the transfer spell: “Teleport”.

Just then—I heard the door click open.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Sebas frozen in place. He was still holding a tray.

He looked like he was about to say something—

But it was already too late.

“Teleport!”

Ulrika’s cheerful voice echoed through the room.

Before Sebas could get a word in, my body was engulfed in a floating sensation. And the world began to warp around me.