15 Hidden Ability (2/2)
”What's wrong, Roswaisa?” I say in a teasing voice, ”Falling in love with me all over again?”
”Yah!” She says, which brings me near death and then realizes what she just said and grows all flustered, ”Wait! What!? I was never in love with you! And I am not falling in love with you now either!”
”Y-yeah!” I say a bit relieved. ”That's how it should be.”
”That's enough.” Says the Demoness and charges another fireball at us, this time even larger. Roswaisa panics and tries to move me away but I step forward and take it head-on, again nullifying it completely.
”How can you possibly do something like that?” Aknin Vielos asks with an angry voice. The only answer I can give is,
”Roswaisa, RUN!” I shout, turn back and start running away with the Angel following right behind me. As we run, she huffs and asks,
”What did you do there anyway!?”
”Well, it's simple.” I say puffing my chest with pride just like she always does (Hahahahaha! Flexing on you hard right now, woman!) I am in my soul form right now and since I am energy and any absurd power you guys have is all energy, I figured that fireball will just be absorbed by me and further grow my energy, which I believe happened as I feel kinda stronger.”
”U-Uh! I see.” She says with a finger on her chin. ”But who told you about all magic being just energy?”
”Oh that? I just tricked the author into telling me about his other story, 'A High Kick's Harlot Ream' or something like that, and the whole power system there seemed to be energy so I figured he would have done something similar here.”
Hahahahaha! Flexing on you too right now, author!
”You just based it off of that?” she says as if it was something pretty illogical of me to do.
”Roswaisa! You'll never understand the power of a protagonist. The thing with my character is, if that wasn't how it worked, the author still couldn't kill me off, so he'd need to change the laws of the world to make that how it works.” That is my hidden ability, known by many (isn't that hypocritical though) as the greatest power of all time, 'Plot Armor.'
”Where the hell do you think you two are going?” Her voice finally comes and I jump as a chill runs down our spines. There's no point in asking what she was doing all this time while we are talking and had consequently lowered our pace, that is how stories are written, okay? Get used to it if you aren't already.
”You may be able to absorb energy, kid,” she says with her eyes opened wide and not blinking a bit, painting the image of a predator looking at its prey, ”But you have a time limit yourself, and it is about to expire.”
Yes, that's true. And the problem is that I have no idea what I am going to do after this time-limit is expired, which will happen in … 60 seconds.
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