An S-ranked Party’s Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer is Actually the Only Necromancer in the World. Unknowingly Becoming the Strongest While Enjoying this Excess Power~ - 211 211 The End of Queera [Queera Perspective]

That was the kind of word that came out of Quéla’s mouth.

If you think about it, Quéla looks back.

Roig ended up literally dying as a monster.

Durahan, the top undead monster.

If you live normally as a person, you’ll never meet them first.Quéla felt sorry for her former companions who had died.

And the mail in front of me was an aura so cute that the S-ranked monster no longer looked cute because the monster Mileoro had nested in his body.Physical abilities, magic, thoughts… no matter what, it’s already turned into a monster, very different from the Mail of those days.

And Rand, who took it from the front, was nothing more than a monster from Quella.

“Ugh….”

Quéla nauseated at the sight in front of her.

The party members followed the path of hell.

Even the fantasy that I thought there was only a land would feel like being crushed by the sight in front of me.

“I thought it was just Rand-san…”

Rand wasn’t the life she saved either.

Keeping alive as a monster is no longer a salvation for her.

When it happens to me, the moment I feel that way…

“Ohh….”

Something in the quella overflowed.

It wasn’t physical, it was spiritual.

The only thing I think about this is the fade of dying as a human being.

Fade was also possessed by madness, Queela thinks.

But still, Quéla thought death saved Fade.

I think so, it was the end of the line.

That’s why this choice of Mail and Mileoro alone was impossible to see.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

He jumps into the battlefield where the monsters of the outsiders are waging, screaming out loud.

There’s one reason…

“Fade… mr. Kahah…”

Mail and Mileoro tried to hit Land with the body of the fade that was rolling into the lab.

That sword is no longer in that arm.

No, if you don’t have the strength in the first place, you don’t have the technology.

It’s just a sword poke from a dead body.

If Land had just been hit, there wouldn’t have been a single impact, such an attack…

“Gah…..”

“Quéla?!”

Quéla took it in her own body.

“Fufu… can I be forgiven now?”

“What do you mean….”

Quéla smiles while bleeding in front of confused lands.

“I’ve always wanted to apologize to you, Mr. Rand…Apologize, forgive me, no… I always wanted to dedicate myself to sin if I wanted to. ”

There is no falsehood of intent in the words.

However, a person named Quéla has always painted herself with the beauty of the top, and without sacrificing anything, she just continues to enjoy the flavor in front of her eyes.

There is no malice in the person.

It was just a lonely feeling that was always there.

“But… now…”

At last, Quéla thought it would be easier.

Oh, I’m sure everyone will recognize you now.

You don’t have to fight anything anymore.

Without being afraid to become a monster anymore, such thoughts filled up in Queela.

“This is it…”

Yes, a candidate for the Virgin who threw everything away…

“[Necromance]”

“Eh…”

My old friends didn’t forgive me.

Before she could finish her words, Quéla was a ghost after her death from a human being.

“How… how…?”

She was living as the last monster she wanted.

Nooooooooooo

Quéla’s sad screams could no longer be heard from her own body.