236. Head to Head
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After a truly hellish screening.
I blankly return to my inn and look at the window in front of me.
＜ System Log ＞
[ An important event will occur soon regarding the target ‘Seras’! ]
[There is a high possibility that it will have a big impact on ‘club operation’! ]
Yes. I know that even if you don’t say it.
Just now, all the people in the auditorium were saying dizzying things, but Victoria was the one who stood out the most as one of the best in the military.
‘…It must have been a vessel.’
It was only a matter of momentarily passing inside the pupil, but the energy felt inside it was definitely that of a purple demon.
As I’ve said many times before, the devil’s pieces basically have the property of trying to gather all of them into a bowl.
After all, it is inevitable that we will come into contact with each other in some way like this.
“…”
With a frown on his face, he sighed deeply.
But, why is it in Victoria?
Even with the twist, there are not many opponents at this level.
[Is that such a big problem?]
“Yes?”
[Then wouldn’t that make it easier to handle? Anyway, if it’s a demon, it’s bound to be strongly influenced by you.]
“Caliban. Do you know how Elnor became the devil’s vessel?”
[Huh?]
“My mother was originally a vessel of the devil, but when she died, the pieces passed to Elnor.”
[…]
I can’t see her face, but I can feel Caliban closing her mouth as she wrinkles her brow.
Of course it won’t be a very pleasant story to hear.
[…Yes. I guessed that. But why?]
“In other words, that is the condition.”
[What?]
“If a fragment is inside a living being, the existing vessel must die in order for the fragment to transfer.”
[…]
“As I said before, pieces tend to merge with each other. So what will happen when vessels containing the same demon fragments meet each other?”
Hearing my words, Caliban shut her mouth with a fisheye look.
Since this person is not stupid either, he must have understood what I was talking about.
Just looking at the answer that came out like a moan, it seems like that.
[…Trying to kill each other?]
I don’t want to agree with my mouth, so I just wipe my forehead.
“…They are two sisters, Caliban.”
Those words came out in a voice steeped in fatigue.
“I can’t make the people around me see my family dying and killing each other. Absolutely.”
[Then what are you going to do?]
“…”
The two of them will have to see the conclusion in the end.
Anyway, as long as these things pop up in the system window, it’s inevitable that the two will collide.
The problem.
“…That’s not the only problem, right?”
To Elnor, to the Emperor, to Faynol who has become very active without knowing why-
It’s not just one or two troublesome things.
Aren’t they all rocks the size of a house to fall into the club like a pond in the countryside?
I can’t get over it as usual…
＜ System Log ＞
[ Confirm the creation of the ‘Club’! ]
[ I see a special level of attention going to that group! ]
[ Depending on how you run the club, the upcoming Main Quest – Chapter 5, ‘The Great War of the Empire’ will be decided! ]
…I remembered something like this.
A super-large event that hits Elnor, Elijah, His Majesty the Emperor, and Chancellor Sullivan, as well as Archduke Tristan and Margrave Kendrid.
Depending on my behavior, the survival of those people may be determined. I can’t treat you with nothing.
“…”
I wonder what kind of bullsh*t it is that club management can determine the fate of the most powerful country on the continent. At least the system window hasn’t lied to me until now. Can’t hear it
However, people like this are all in the club.
[All of them are vessels of the devil. Is there any way to control it like the white devil last time?]
How good would that be?
In Yuria’s case, it was a single piece, so I managed to handle it well, but I couldn’t use it when there were multiple pieces like Faynol or Elnor.
There’s really no way to control it on this side-
“…”
Wait.
Control?
Control?
If it’s my words, I’ll make them follow them unconditionally, right?
“…”
If you think about it that way, there seems to be a fairly simple solution than you think.
“…Caliban.”
[Hmm?]
“Well, if you think about it, I’m actually a bit strong, right?”
I realized this after going through a lot of situations.
These days, my specs are really at their peak. There are still some things left to be strengthened, but now I’m convinced that I won’t die at all.
[…But that’s true.]
“Really?”
[…]
“…What is it?”
[Didn’t you say anything?]
“How much do you think I have been with you? The feeling of worrying about something comes all the way here.”
[No, that’s the expression on your face when you think of something crazy again…]
“…Please don’t slander me.”
He grunts and answers.
“Just, what. Because I think about it. Like you said, I’m pretty strong, isn’t it?”
[What is it?]
“Then, you wouldn’t die if you were lynched as a group, right?”
[…What?]
“Even if the devil’s bowls are opponents?”
[…]
Caliban was silent for a long time.
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Same time.
While Dowd had another crazy idea, Elijah stared at the object on the bed with a chewed expression.
[So, they say so?]
“…”
Her expression crumpled even more at the sound of a tapping on her ear.
Some people would say bullsh*t about how holy he felt in his voice, but Elijah’s answer upon hearing that was just ferocious.
“…What is it?”
The source is the holy sword stuck in her waist.
It’s like there’s a colossal being sleeping like a chiangel or something.
From Elijah’s point of view, it’s just a matter of reason.
Devout believers will foam at the mouth when they hear it, but for those who have been with it for some time, nothing good can come out of it.
[No, isn’t the guy you’re aiming for so popular? Look at all those amazing aspects flocking to you at once!]
Just by looking at this, it is.
She’s usually quiet, but when she’s talking about something like this, she pours out her voice that gets on her nerves.
[If you collect all of them, even if you leave out the pieces of the devil inside, won’t the material world vibrate? Quite a tough competition for an ordinary kid like you who doesn’t have many special features-]
“…If you’re done talking, go to bed. There are a lot of people who need to be judged tomorrow as well-“
[I mean, are you going to be sucking your fingers like that?]
“…”
Elijah, who was about to cover her with the blanket, frowned even more at the sudden seriousness of the angel’s voice, and covered her face with both of her hands.
“…The chiang-nim told me to dash aggressively, so I pushed myself so hard. But I’m still avoiding it like that, so what more can I do here…”
With her blushing face, Elijah continued to mutter.
Even if you think about it yourself, at this point, you have put down your pride and everything and run at it like a land tank. I did this to the point where I became discouraged when I saw him refuse.
Then, isn’t it more likely that there will be an adverse effect if we try to push something further here?
[No, from what I see, I haven’t hit enough yet?]
“…”
What a crazy sound.
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If you become more active here, it is nothing more than a prostitute or a s*xual harasser.
With that thought in mind, she glared at her holy sword, but the angel inside her answered without hesitation.
[You should do that, that.]
“…”
Elijah stopped moving.
“…That? Are you really going to do that?”
[Now or no chance? Do you think your turn will come back to you later when everyone comes in and starts hanging out?]
“…”
[That man, did you lose your ‘first’ to another woman without knowing?]
“…”
[Then you shouldn’t have to bring at least something else-]
Elijah silently threw her holy sword with a flushed face.
It was a gesture meant to please shut up.
But.
“…”
As for the words themselves, it was clear that he couldn’t hear them at all.
There was a feeling of uneasiness all over her face.
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That’s why I came to Dowd Campbell’s private room this late at night.
“What happened?”
A wary voice returned from Daud, who was sitting across from him.
‘…That’s too much.’
Elijah had no choice but to grumble.
She said recently that she had been pushing herself a little too hard, but being so wary would hurt.
“…”
The first thing to check is whether or not the amulet is in Daud’s hand.
This man, especially when he met Elijah, showed a strong tendency to care about him.
As far as she knows, it’s only natural that her brother is in it.
“…”
In my heart, I want to talk to the oppa inside right now.
But.
[It feels like the other side refuses to meet you?]
When I recall a little bit of my memory, did the angel inside the holy sword yawn and say that?
He seemed so hateful that he wanted to slap him on the back of his nose, but every single piece of information he said was something he couldn’t ignore.
“… Refuse to meet? Me?”
[Yes. Looking at the feeling, it’s not that I don’t meet you because I don’t like you… It’s something like ‘I can’t do that’, so I don’t do it.]
“I am your brother’s family! Why would you do something like that… !”
[Mole? Lu? Guess?]
“…”
Was it the first experience of smashing the holy sword to the floor since meeting Chiangsa-nim?
Of course, no matter what the appearance is, if that statement is true, I can somehow understand the intention of not saying a word to Elijah and not approaching him.
The fact that Daoud doesn’t say a word to her about it must be similar.
But, nonetheless.
I have to say this for sure.
“Me, teacher.”
“Huh?”
“Could you put that in for a second? I have something to tell you.”
Daud looked at the amulet and Elijah alternately with blank eyes.
Since this is the first time that Elijah has openly mentioned the existence of her Caliban, it would be a valid reaction. Until now, the basic stance was to treat things vaguely, as if they were there or not.
“…Why?”
“Quickly.”
Seeing that serious look, Daud finally followed her words while tilting her head.
Elijah bit her lip and bowed her head as she undid the amulet from her arm and slipped it into her pocket.
She seems to be pondering until the very end whether what she is about to say is right.
“…”
Daoud seemed to feel uneasy without even realizing it.
What the hell are you trying to say?
Then Elijah stared at Daud for a long while, then rested his chin on her.
He seemed to be confronted with a sense of shame that he had to go this far, and a sense of crisis that it might be too late if he didn’t.
Somehow, it seems that Daud is more concerned about the wariness he had earlier.
“… Hey.”
In the end, Daud sighed and had no choice but to speak first.
“Just say it.”
“…No, but…”
“I don’t know what it is for, and I don’t know why it’s measured that way. When you’re ready, I want you to tell me without too much pressure.”
In a calm voice, such an answer came out.
“No matter what you do, I think you are mine too. He is a precious person.”
“…”
“I will do anything I can to help. You did that to me, so I think I should do that to you too.”
Elijah opened her eyes round and she looked at him.
“…”
Yes.
This human has always been like this.
No matter what she did, she went all the way to the end of the end and gave it all away.
Then.
Wouldn’t it be nice to expect a little more from that favor?
It was the kick of such a consciousness. The action that followed.
Next.
“Teacher.”
A voice came out of her mouth as if possessed.
“Hmm?”
To Daoud, who shrugged her shoulders and lifted the teacup in front of her, Elijah spoke in a calm voice.
“Shall we go out?”
Daoud vomited up all the tea he was drinking.
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