I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 119

Episode 119: Farewel

Maior watched as Attalos began pouring even more magic into his already dangerously overloaded sword. It was a technique so insane it defied reason—yet Attalos had succeeded.

On top of that, he activated 【Stellar Blade】, and instead of repelling each other, the two types of magic fused together, raising the sword’s power by not just one, but several levels.

If that outrageous technique landed, the enemy wouldn’t stand a chance.
Maior believed, “We can win,” and chose to watch how it would unfold.

However, just as Attalos was about to bring his ultimate move down on the gargoyle, the magic inside the gargoyle suddenly began to transform.

“Nooooooo!!!”

Maior cried out reflexively.

The nature of that magic strongly resembled that of the monsters—the Guardians—they had fought in Pheripatos.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from the gargoyle’s body, and its strength increased dramatically.

It was a phenomenon known as Guardianization.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!!!”

Attalos shouted in frustration. It was common knowledge that after Guardianization, a monster would become invulnerable for a brief moment.

Wearing a blissful smile, the gargoyle took Attalos’s attack head-on.

As expected, not a single wound was inflicted.

『GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!』

Attalos’s ultimate technique was effortlessly nullified. If he could unleash it again, he’d likely be able to finish it—but he needed time.

That single moment left a huge opening in their formation.

Sensing a once-in-a-lifetime chance, the gargoyle moved to eliminate the most dangerous threat: the one who had stabbed it relentlessly.

A loud thud!

The gargoyle’s fist tore into Renthlus’s abdomen, reaching his internal organs.

It didn’t go all the way through to his back, but Renthlus was now out of the fight.

『GI-GI-GI!』

Seeing Renthlus collapse, the gargoyle once again let out a cry of joy.

Upon seeing this, Maior moved immediately.

“Plautia!”

Plautia quickly handed Gaia a high-grade potion made from Kito and dashed out of the battlefield, running at full speed toward the point Maior indicated via 【Shared Vision】.

Attalos and Seneca threw themselves fully at the gargoyle, trying to draw it away from the fallen Renthlus.

At the right moment, Gaia would pour the potion over him—they had to keep him alive somehow.

Right now, Attalos and Seneca were barely managing to hold the gargoyle off, but the situation was dire. The moment Renthlus fell, the battle turned sharply against them.

Still, all Maior could do was continue to share her field of vision with the others and warn them of any signs that the subspace would activate.

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Plautia was running with everything she had.

She had two missions:

To send a flare for an emergency.
To find reinforcements.

Whether either would be in time, she didn’t know.

As she left the battlefield, Maior had pointed out the location of the nearest adventurer. But Plautia doubted anyone nearby was strong enough to face that gargoyle on equal footing and make it in time.

Tears streamed from Plautia’s eyes as she ran.

Everyone’s going to die.

Her comrades who had shared both joy and hardship.
The teacher she respected.
The famous hero.
All of them—every single one of them—were going to die.

“I have to call for help and come back quickly.”

She knew she wasn’t strong enough.

She knew someone like her couldn’t handle that kind of monster.

But she couldn’t give up.
She couldn’t run away.

If there was even the faintest chance, if she could be even a little bit of help, then she would return to the fight.

Plautia resolved herself to die if it came to that.

The more she ran, the more her breath came in ragged gasps.
The more she thought, the more her vision blurred.

“Someone, please help.
Someone, please save them.
Please save the people I care about.”

Maior-chan.
Seneca-chan.
Gaia-chan.
Attalos-sensei.
Renthlus-san.
And me too…

“Someone, please help us!!!”

Her anguished scream echoed through the great forest.

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The balance of the battle broke—as expected.

Maior and Gaia were surrounded by five monsters and could no longer provide support.

Seneca and Attalos were miraculously still managing to defend themselves, but they were running out of options and being steadily pushed back.

Seneca was pouring everything she had ever learned into this fight.

She sewed together whatever came to mind, using 【Magic Needle】 and 【Sewing Pin】 to repeatedly stall the gargoyle.

She inflicted countless shallow cuts—but never managed to sever a limb, and her blade never reached deep enough to do real damage.

Seneca had always responded to being cornered by crafting new techniques, turning adversity back on itself. But this time, things were too heavily stacked against her. Honestly, it was a miracle that she and Attalos had lasted this long—and it wouldn’t have been surprising if they had already fallen.

That’s why, when their coordination slipped for just a moment, Attalos took a hit and was blown backward. If he had been just half a step closer, his attack would have landed. That small gap made all the difference.

Seneca knew she would be next.

She avoided the gargoyle’s brutal charge by sewing the air and slipping through the gap in its trajectory. Then, without pause, she stitched her way through the narrow spaces between its relentless attacks and launched her counter.

Her blows landed, but they weren’t enough to deal any serious damage. The gargoyle kept pressing forward, striking again and again.

Twisting her body to dodge, Seneca flipped midair and drove her blade into the gargoyle. She then sewed through its tissue, driving her sword deeper.

A dark, dusky fluid dripped slightly from the gargoyle’s mouth.

Seneca pulled her sword free and leapt backward. It wasn’t enough to bring the beast down, but this damage might give the incoming adventurers an advantage.

Seneca turned to look at Maior and Gaia.

At the very least, she had to create an opening for the two of them to escape. So she moved away from them, in the opposite direction, drawing the gargoyle’s attention.

“Seneca!!! Don’t do it!!!”
“Seneca, hang in there!!”

She could hear Maior and Gaia calling to her, realizing what she intended.

Seneca wished there were another way.

But there wasn’t.

She would give it her all.
She didn’t intend to give up.
But… the end waiting for her would be death.

She’d come to understand that.

“Dad… did I become strong?
Mom… did I make it as an adventurer?
Hey, Lucius… did I become a hero?”

Seneca realized she was crying.

“I know…
I didn’t become a hero.
I didn’t become as strong as you, Dad, or you, Mom.
I was given a ‘worthless’ Skill, and I trained desperately, finally starting to believe it might be something special… but it still wasn’t enough.

I’m sorry, Maior.
I couldn’t keep our promise.

I’m sorry, Kito.
Thank you for always helping me.

I’m sorry, Lucius.
I wanted to see you again.

…I’ve always loved you.”

Seneca murmured these words like a fever dream, even as she continued dodging the gargoyle’s attacks again and again.

But at last, her body couldn’t keep up.

She was struck and sent flying.

The gargoyle stood towering over her as she collapsed.

“Goodbye, everyone.”

The gargoyle raised its arm high and swung it down toward the girl before it—

At that moment, a massive blade of pale green and white appeared in front of Seneca.