That's why I wanted to be a spellcaster.
It was a story of ten years past. On a certain night, a mountain village in Kyoto was attacked by a vampire. It had happened so suddenly, without warning, without a trace.
A once ordinary village that had no need for a police station had become living hell overnight. The defending young people were killed one by one until it was difficult to tell who was or was not a vampire. The former companions eventually were consumed in the chaos of murdering each other. Before the sun rose, there were two types of life: the dead and the vampires.
How? Why did I survive for so long? The girl thought in her young heart. Vampires were everywhere, the familiar aunts and uncles who had once said goodbye to her at night. The farmer uncle who had once told her that "it's late, hurry up and go home," bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, he turned to dust.
Yuzu, who had once told her "we'll play together tomorrow," bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, she turned to dust.
Her mother, who had once told her to "run away", bit into her neck.
The moment it happened, she turned to dust.
Thus, the vampires realized. Like vampires' bane, if they bit her neck, they died. Irrelevant of her desires, the girl's blood was acid. If their mouths made contact with her blood, they melted and perished. Even so, they continued to do it while the girl gently stared as the once familiar vampires became dust scattering in the wind.
What could she have said?
"I'm sorry." said every vampire.
Some had said they had not wanted to become vampires while others said they had not wanted others to become like them. They believed that by reducing to ashes, they could have been redeemed.
Eventually, the village was caked by ash. It was peaceful. With a lack of people, it was peaceful. Even the first vampire, the instigator of the tragedy, was unaccounted for. It was unknown whether the vampire had bitten her and joined the ashes.
She realized.
The instigator was a victim as well. The girl, whose ability killed them in one stroke, likely instilled fear in that vampire. Trembling each and every day with nowhere to go, he had chosen to kill a girl without the necessary power. Having exhausted all options, the vampire had considered converting the entire village to bolster the strike.
However, an entire village of vampires was decimated by that one girl.
So, I wanted to be a spellcaster.
I want to save those that can't be saved. I want to save the abandoned. Whether victims or sinners, dead or not, I want to pull them out of Hell. The only magicians who can defy logic exist in picture books.
No matter what, she had to become a spellcaster. She dreamed of the day she became one. Her mind was set on becoming one. Therefore, the day that she met the alchemist, was the day that the impossible dream found a possibility. That night, with comfortable excitement, she could not sleep.
However, in present time, the alchemist stood before her.
"Out of the way, woman!"
Her sought after dream was horribly shattered by the twisted mouth.
"Die."
At the moment of death, she knew not what she was even thinking, unable to maintain her own consciousness. Under that hazy circumstance of disorientation, her mind was dragged into a dark abyss.
But it was then that she heard a boy's roar that came from neither the magician nor alchemist. It was the voice of that ordinary boy. "ARE YOU MESSING WITH, YOU BASTARD!!"
The boy was angered. Angered not because of what the alchemist did but because of the girl's death.
To the girl, he looked stunning. And, for some reason, she thought that the unattainable dream was standing right there.