Symphony for the Insect Princess

This is what they mean when they say plans cannot keep up with changes, right?

Qimila Elonmed, although her words and actions are strange and her strength is weak, her intuition about danger is really strong and she is much smarter than she appears.

He actually acted like "You coward gave up but I won't give up easily" and forcibly dragged Clara away. He acted quite convincingly.

at this point--

"You're so perceptive, Miss Qimila! It would have been great if you could have escaped earlier."

““!?”

"But I also told you, just two fat guys... stop right there!"

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Chapter 77 Qimila·Inside

The girl was about three meters above the ground, her facial features wrinkled in pain.

Thick vines pierced her wrists and hung her up

Qimila is losing a lot of blood.

The other end of the vine sprouted from Shul's entire upper body, making him look like a tangled mass of seaweed, but far more disgusting. He was dead, deader than dead, with only a layer of skin covering the carnivorous plant, a horrifying sight. But Qimila, of course, didn't care. She opened her mouth wide, her beautiful face distorted by agony, letting out a silent cry as the blood drained away, her consciousness becoming increasingly hazy.

The blood did not drip onto the ground. It was absorbed the moment it touched the vines and disappeared without a trace.

"What... is going on..."

Clara, who was completely stunned, half-knelt on the ground, looking at the hellish scene in front of her.

The two found Mr. Rodrigo and two other boys. Rodrigo said everyone else was dead, and sadly suggested they evacuate. She wanted to agree immediately because she couldn't stay any longer. But Qimila suddenly became strange. Not only did she loudly berate Rodrigo for being a coward, she also insisted on going to find the great secret treasure and dragged herself away, saying something like "Run away!"

And now?

This must be a nightmare.

Shul and Erwin's heads and even their entire upper bodies exploded, and numerous wriggling vines emerged from inside and attacked them. Qimila pulled herself away, but ended up being seriously injured. Her wrists were pierced and she was hung up -

"...Qimi, la?"

Qimila, was seriously injured in order to save herself? Is she in danger?

My dazed mind suddenly snapped back to consciousness—no, not quite awake. What exactly did Rodrigo do, why did he do it, whether all the classmates were really dead, and so on were all put aside for now! What mattered was—Qimila in front of me!!!

“Let…let go…let her go!!!”

The wind elements gathered into a ball and condensed into wind blades that flew towards the vines, making a puffing sound when they hit them, but apart from a faint mark, it had no effect!

"how come--"

Clara was at a loss, and Roderick smiled wryly and pushed up his glasses.

"Have you forgotten my teachings? You're always too impatient when casting magic, not waiting for the elements to condense and stabilize before you attack. This won't work. Don't neglect the basics."

The tone was calm, just like giving a lecture in the classroom, but beneath this calmness lay a morbid fanaticism.

"But... even if you still remember, it's useless. Even the tenderest vine would take a high-level magician or magic warrior real hard work to break, let alone you. I advise you, compared to cutting off the vines of the Basara, cutting off Qiumilan... no, Miss Qiumilan's hands are even faster."

"you you……"

Qimila was still struggling feebly, while Clara's eyes were already filled with tears. They couldn't believe it. It was impossible. This couldn't be true. The always easygoing, gentle, and somewhat weak lecturer, who was willing to mentor these illegitimate children with no outstanding talents and no background, actually took his students...

"Clara..."

Qimila's intermittent voice brought Clara back to reality.

"Don't be...stupid...run away..."

"…………escape?"

run away?

Yeah, run away.

This is all we can do.

They couldn't win in a head-on confrontation, and it was even more impossible to save Qimila. If they ran away quickly, there was a chance that one of them would survive, but -

"Can't do it..."

"……Eh?"

“I…can’t do this!!!!!”

Clara shouted as if to give herself courage, and a strong airflow immediately gathered around her. Pure magic power mixed with wind elements condensed into small summoning arrays!

"Spirit of the swift wind, listen to my wishes and bury my enemies! Summon—Wind Swallow!"

Ten emerald-green swallows emerged from the summoning circle. Surrounded by the low-level magical wind swallows, Clara rushed towards Rodrigo with a desperate look! The wind swallows were extremely agile, dodging the vines that blocked their path and soaring forward!

"You really have some courage. I should be proud, teacher."

Rodrigo snapped his fingers, and the vine that pierced through Qimila's wrist was gently swung away, immediately throwing her more than ten meters away. She fell to the ground with a muffled groan and twisted her body in pain.

"But... could you please not use this kind of funny magic that's like a banquet performance in front of me?"

Just as the wind swallows approached Rodrigo, a vine suddenly emerged, covered in crimson flowers. From each of these flowers shot out tiny thorns, each one easily knocking half of a wind swallow away! In the blink of an eye, the entire flock of wind swallows was wiped out!

it's fine.

Although the wind swallows are pitiful, they are not the focus.

It's not to cause harm to Rodrigo, it's enough to distract him and let go of Qimila!

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“Qimila…Qimila!!!”

"……Um……?"

"Get up quickly!"

Qimila, who was unconscious due to blood loss and severe pain, was forcibly pulled up, her arm was placed on a warm shoulder, and she was helped to walk.

"Clara? Didn't I tell you to... hurry up..."

"How can you abandon your friends!!!"

Clara's voice was filled with extreme anxiety. Although the injured Qimila was pitiful, escaping was the most important thing now! She finished the chant as quickly as possible, and the accelerating wind lifted them up and quickly left! Feng Yan had just forced herself to use magic that she had not yet fully mastered, which was very damaging to her body. But she had to grit her teeth and hold on. As long as she could hold on -

"Rod...Where's Rigg?"

"Left behind!"

"You...seem...very tired..."

"Do not worry about it!"

"Clara..."

"Stop talking! Your injury—"

"Thank you, Clara... You really are a good friend..."

"..."

Clara's heart trembled slightly.

Then he showed a determined smile.

"That's right... because we're friends! Hold on, Qimila, if I remember correctly, this place is not far from the city's side gate-"

The sound became strange.

"--Far--"

The face was also distorted.

"It's—"

The moment you utter the last word,

Clara's head suddenly twisted and deformed.

Like a sack full of writhing snakes.

then,

Green vines sprang out from the exploded head.

The flying flesh and brain matter splashed all over Qimila's face.

"...Clara?"

Clara, transformed into a human potted plant, stopped dead, pinned to the spot like a hanging corpse—or rather, already a corpse.

Due to inertia, Qiumila flew several meters before falling to the ground and stopping.

"Clara...?"

The pain of hitting the gravel ground, the pain of the serious injury on the wrist, the discomfort of blood loss, all the pain was overshadowed by the greater pain.

"……died?"

Qimila’s strength is not only her keen intuition, but also her ability to “quickly recognize reality.”

It is both a strength and a weakness.

The reason why people deny reality is to provide their spirit with a minimum buffer layer to prevent their soul from being immediately destroyed by the torrent of cruel reality. This is a negative self-protection mechanism.

Being able to immediately recognize the reality meant that she had to accept it all the moment it happened, whether she wanted to or not.

"Dead...Clara...Clara!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He was clearly exhausted, so why was he still screaming so loudly?

With a crackling sound, many thin vines emerged from the ground, binding her hands and feet and pinning them to the ground. As the vines continued to tighten, veins popped out on her skin.

At the other end of the street, Rodrigo walked over with ease, wiping his broken glasses. Countless vines and many beasts that seemed to be made of plants followed behind him.

"Oh my, I was wondering why Clara was fine. It seems my calculation of the maturity period was slightly off. But it's okay, it's only a few minutes."

Ah...yes.

If Rodrigo did something to all his students, Clara was certainly no exception.

Clara's fate was sealed long ago.

It's just a matter of time.

This kind, lovely, friendship-loving girl who calls herself a friend will surely die and disappear as food for plants.

These... damn... plants...

"Qimi, Qiimi, Qiimi, poor and lovely Qiimi, why did you wade into this muddy water? If you hadn't appeared in front of me and hadn't met these stupid students, you wouldn't have become like this. I wanted to spare your life, but now I have no choice but to feed you to these children."

Stupid students?

You mean everyone who has spent so many days together?

Shule likes to show off, but as an elder he is also reliable.

Carlo is very strong and he could be a magic warrior but he chooses to be a magician.

Erwin is thin and weak, but he loves the gorgeous adventure stories in novels.

Kokoro is a good sister who cares a lot about her younger sister Cocoa.

Cocoa is a good sister and listens to her sister Cocoro very much.

Clara is a gentle and easygoing person, she...

she……

them……

He shouldn't have died like this.

You shouldn't die in a place like this, at the hands of people like this.

"Hmm? Your eyes have become sharper... You are surprisingly strong, Miss Qimila."

Snap!!!

The vine wrapped around her right arm suddenly twisted violently, a sharp sound echoing from within her arm as bones snapped. Qimila convulsed, the excruciating pain nearly killing her. She couldn't even scream, while Rodrigo watched her with interest, as if she were a laboratory animal.