89 – Finding People (4)
Viscount Parsus of Memories, a fake currently in the form of Europa, has the ability to read some of the memories of people he meets eyes with, read them. It was the ability to change into the figure of a person in memory.
Although he may not be able to turn into the person he met eye to eye with, he turns into his acquaintance and has blood on his hands in a sneaky way to confuse and exploit the resulting gap.
He used to perfectly copy the person in the memory of the person he encountered in order to more completely confuse him, but today was different.
William’s body, which was changed by reading Sirius’ memories, was too fast for him, a demon, to adapt to. Based on the skills and habits he had in his memory, he tried to kill Sirius at once with his feet, but he had to return to his original form after being hit in dozens of places by Sirius, who dug into inaccuracies and gaps.
And now, facing the real Europa, he was in a relatively unfavorable situation as he had the same physical abilities and the same skills, but with only one difference, he didn’t have a single sword.
“I’m just avoiding cooking with my face on! I’m not standing there?!”
“Cheet…! If I were you, would you stand?”
“Of course! Don’t say that while making my face in the first place!”
She is busy wielding her longsword and avoiding the merciless sword wind that follows her. During the brief chase, the rest of the party approached Sirius, who was preparing to attack Parsus at any time, and asked.
“What…What happened, Mr. Butler!? Oh, there are two girls…Fighting each other…!”
“A lady without a sword is a middle-class demon who has changed into a lady. Although we cannot know the details of that demon’s abilities, she can change like anyone else. She can even copy the way she speaks.”
“!”
Everyone was surprised by the story of the Demon. Who wouldn’t be surprised to hear that demons are walking around in the capital, where the sun shines brightly and the emperor overlooks it? Even though he was a lower rank among the party, Lars, who had experience fighting demons, had an unusually stiff expression.
“Sirius, what about Shear? Weren’t you there?”
When the demons appeared, Shear, who was no different from the same family, was not visible, so she asked Spica, who was worried, and pointed to the house he and Parsus ran out of and said.
“She’ar must be searching the house with the person he met here. He came because he heard that his lost brother was here, but he and his brother entered the house.”
The finger pointing to the house pointed to the fake Europa, Parsus, who had been running away from Europa’s sharp longsword for a long time.
“Because he was a demon.”
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Spica ran into the house with the words that she would go find it. Sirius said, looking at the back of Lars’ head as he tried to follow her.
“Las, be careful. There may be other demons in the house.”
Lars, who was hurriedly running, turned his head towards him, nodded lightly, and hurried into the house. Spica, who ran in first, seemed to be worried about her safety.
Sirius entrusted Shear to Spica and Lars, then turned his gaze back to his master.
As if Parsus, who had no weapons, had adapted to her body, he avoided the flying sword and embraced the sword wind that followed the trajectory with her body as he moved forward and grabbed her arm.
“What are you doing! Let go of this!”
He caught her by the arm, saw her embarrassed, and rolled her across the ground together with her grinning without a word. Embarrassed, Sirius couldn’t bear to step out, and Ruy Thena had no choice but to watch, stamping her feet.
To make matters worse, he even lost the sword he was holding while rolling around in the middle of the day, raising even dust. Parsus, aiming for that number, grabbed the sheath she was wearing around her waist and threw it, stopped rolling and spread the distance.
Two people got dirty all over their bodies. Now, in a situation where only the person concerned knew who the real Europa was, one Europa growled at the other.
“You’ve got some head on the bogus subject.”
The first person to quarrel was, of course, the fake Europa, Parsus. Europa was taken aback and pointed at him and shouted.
“What, what? You’re a fake!”
It was a vicious method that he often used, reading the memories of his colleagues, getting entangled with the person who changed his form, pretending to be real with the acting skills he had accumulated so far, and causing them to die mercilessly at the hands of his colleagues.
The two could be distinguished by the sword and scabbard that the real Europa was holding, but the only way to tell them apart was on the ground, and their appearance was the same except for the fact that they were stained with dust.
That’s why I managed to hold back a laugh at this despicable ploy that allowed her to kill her with Sirius’ hands by hitting her head first and then cutting her throat when she struggled in frustration after learning the truth, or living her life by deceiving her to the end.
“I’m real. Can’t you believe it? After 7 years of waiting, don’t notice, you idiot.”
“I’m real. When I told you that I was fake earlier, they didn’t respond and were just surprised.”
Two people insisting that each other is real. Unlike Ruy Thena, who was staring at her identical face in a state of fascination, Sirius, who was watching the two of them closely, said while covering his hand.
“Show me your magic.”
A bright red mana rose like fresh blood on the palm of my hand.
“Like this.”
It was a means for Sirius to capture Parsus and a clue to secure evidence.
But Parsus laughed inwardly as if he had expected even that.
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I have a heart, but no physical evidence. However, accurate physical evidence can be made.
Those who were born in darkness, the magic of demons was described as ominously dark magic when seen by others other than demons. Just like the darkness that enveloped him when he changed his appearance.
If you hesitate even for a moment, or if you see even an inch of magic like Parsus’s transformation, that’s proof.
But both of them stretched out their hands without hesitation and raised their mana.
“Ji, butler…”
Mr. Louis Tena, who was watching the scene from her side, called me with an ominous voice, and she swallowed her dry saliva without saying anything.
It was because both of them had magical powers as blue as starlight in their palms. I wiped my face at something unexpected. I thought magic power was absolute, but I didn’t know that I could even copy this.
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“How long do I have to do it? They’re both the same, it seems like a waste of time.”
“Fake is right. I thought about this too, but this won’t work.”
“Who said it was fake!”
It’s quite confusing, but the two are bickering with the same voice and face. From a distance it may seem like a comedy, but up close it was a tragedy to me.
With the death of a young lady due to a wrong choice, I may end up serving the wrong person. The fact that I covered my eyes and ears and waited on a being ready to stab me at any time gave me goosebumps.
More than anything else, the death of a young lady was something that couldn’t happen to me. Even if I die for her sake, if I harm her with my own hands, I will strangle myself and die myself.
Parsus must be hoping for that.
Now, in this place, no matter what, I had to find the real lady. The two subsequently did as I asked.
When each of them took up the fallen sword and scabbard and asked to show the Taurus family’s swordsmanship, they both perfectly digested it like decalcomani.
Next, when I asked what happened yesterday, the lady holding the scabbard answered first.
“Yesterday, following His Majesty’s orders, I went to the imperial palace. I competed with General Albireo for dozens of matches and was defeated, but I praised him and received a gift.”
When I answered with an annoyed expression, as if asking why, the lady holding the sword continued her words.
“After that, I went back to my room and lay on the sofa most of the day. We were both exhausted and unable to do anything.”
A lady with a sheath glares at a lady with a sword who answers triumphantly. As she answered every little thing, she started to get more confused.
I asked several questions after that, but they both answered perfectly. Secrets about the wounds in the heart, how they dealt with potential engagement candidates, and what their evaluations were. What kind of rhyme did Ruytena show at the welcome ceremony in the north?
“Deacon!”
Mr. Ruy Tena next to me yelled at her, blushing, but I didn’t care and continued to ask questions.
“…I don’t think there’s any point in trying more…”
The lady with the sword muttered, but the lady with her scabbard disagreed with her.
“No, try more. I’m sure there will be something you don’t know.”
“…Okay, let’s do more. What you don’t know, you fake, can’t answer me.”
The side holding the sword didn’t give up hastily to see if the desire to compete was burning or if there was something stabbed, and answered the two girls who were waiting for my next question.
“Then…When was the date you took my lips from the spring rainbow as if by force majeure?”
“Oh, my God.”
Mr. Louis Tena, who was next to me, couldn’t help but smile as her eyes curved like half moons. In the meantime, the two of them were making troubled faces.
“Wait a little…Wait a minute…”
The lady with her sword looked busy pulling her memories out of her head, and the lady with her sheath… Her face was blushing.
“…That, how do you say that in front of other people… You idiot…”
“Could you please tell me?”
A secret only the young lady and I know. What happened there where no one else knew. I couldn’t remember exactly which date it was.
I was vulnerable with dates. Sometimes I don’t even know what day it is today.
Still, the lady holding the scabbard seemed to remember it correctly.
“…April…Sixth…You fool…”
A lady who talks while twisting her body. If you are like that, you’re right.
“That’s right, April 6th! I couldn’t help it because of the event at that time…”
The lady with the sword, no, Parsus replied belatedly, but the decision has already been made. It was time to pay the price for wasting so much of our time.
When I ran towards him and tried to cut his throat, he clicked his tongue and responded with the longsword he was holding.
“Damn it, a crucian carp that doesn’t even remember the date was asking such a question!”
I even copied the lady’s swordsmanship and tried to block my sword, but I didn’t allow the sword to touch me as I had the lady’s swordsmanship in my head.
Although he felt uncomfortable because of the young lady’s appearance, when he met the real lady’s eyes, he still couldn’t erase his red face and opened his mouth.
“…Go ahead and get rid of that fake.”
“I will obey the order of the lady.”
Follow the lady’s order with a happy heart. That was my duty, my whole life.
He was terribly good at dodging. He, who had already run away with red blood from multiple wounds, was wrapped in darkness again.
As I rushed at it before it changed into something even more strange this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar face popped out.
“You guy, you have a better body than I thought. It’s worse than the old man, but you have the most ideal body. It’s the best body that has ever changed.”
Black black hair and bright yellow eyes. It was me in a black tailcoat. He was looking at me with a conceited expression on his face, and I thought I could make a face like that.
“With such a top-notch body and even armor, it’s only natural that you’re defeated!”
…I’m more comfortable when I’m not holding a sword. I showed the swordsmanship that I mainly wielded, but of course I knew how to break as well as the swordsmanship I used.
My swordsmanship is exceptionally light. Since there is no root, it is wielded at random, and since it is swung quickly to inflict more damage, it is inevitable that it will be light.
That light, groundless swordsmanship. As I prepared for one or two wounds and rushed in, I could see with my own eyes that my face hardened. Thinking that if I made that expression again, that would happen, and I cut off the neck of the guy with my face neatly with a sword.
The look on my severed head was a face full of fear and despair.
“…So ugly.”
I shouldn’t make that face.