Disclaimer: I don't own Rokka no Yuusha. Some lines in this story were copied directly from NanoDesu LN translation.
10. Bet
Some distance from the temple, Fremy was still being chased by the fiends. Though she had defeated a considerable number of them, she was currently at a disadvantage for she was tired and injured. Fighting one against over sixty fiends in a foggy forest was too harsh for even an experienced and powerful Saint like she was.
Cutting up her palm yet again, Fremy stained her blood onto the tip of her bullets, and fired at the fiends. Those who were hit instantaneously stopped and began vomiting.
"SAINT'S BLOOD, can't eat...CAN'T EAT saint's blood."
Fremy continued that action almost mechanically.
I won't be able to hold this any longer...
Staring at the temple ahead, Fremy was in a dilemma.
If I continue like this, I will lose. If I go to the other heroes for help, they may help me kill the fiends, but they may also kill me for being the Six Flower Killer. Either way it's my loss. Which should I choose?
But even if there's a 99 percent possibility the heroes would kill Fremy, there's still the leftover one percent that she would be kept alive.
And Fremy was willing to bet on that.
AN: I will be writing this story parts by parts. Not chapter by chapter, because I just couldn't figure out where a chapter should end in a story like this.