243. Mirror Therapy
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Victoria Ebat Richse lay dazed in her own private room, looking bemused.
It was just a moment ago that she regained consciousness from this side.
“…”
Of course, even if it had only just been when he regained consciousness, his memories were very clear.
She blankly touched her lips.
So, just now.
What did you do with this?
“…”
Behind her eyes as she blankly stared at the ceiling, the video from earlier was played.
Sure.
Looking distraught, he begged Dowd Campbell to please not abandon him.
As if fawning, in that human hand-
“…”
Ah.
Sure.
“…!”
Victoria’s eyes widened.
She was also in a state where her face was visibly blushed so that it felt unusual for her to express her emotions.
“…What tricks did you play on me…!”
Although she was muttering something like that.
The cool-headed reason was denying such words in real time.
The title Grand Assassin was not obtained by playing cards. She prides herself on having an up-to-date knowledge of mental interference techniques.
From that point of view.
The man didn’t do anything special.
To be precise, he did something, but it was never the kind to manipulate her behavior by ‘forcing’ her into submission.
At most, should I say that it stops at the line of making it ‘honest’?
“…Well.”
She let out such a sound without even realizing it.
I mean, that’s it.
To be honest.
If a similar situation comes next time.
Wouldn’t you do it again?
“…This profit…”
Even if I come back and reflect on it again.
I don’t feel any disgust, displeasure, or at least no shame.
On the contrary, when you do such a thing, the satisfaction and pleasure that is satisfied from the very depths of your heart-
“Profit, profit…!”
Victoria, her face flushed red, gritted her teeth and gave her a pillow and started beating.
It was as if the poor pillow had been humiliated while quietly waiting for its owner, but Victoria’s anger, which was pouring out, showed no signs of subsiding.
A wise man… Someone who is unreasonable once said that the most unfair thing in the world is when no one else is responsible for bad things.
I can’t even blame others.
I don’t know if that applies to Victoria as well, but at least it was clear that the shameful thing she had done to her sister after giving up her murderous behavior was her ‘her own’ intention.
“…I’ll show you…”
Even she herself did not know what and how she was going to show it.
However, it is also true that I cannot bear to mumble these words right now.
“I’ll show you the truth, Dowd Campbell…!”
The cry of a little beast girl, united by a very strong resentment and even more shame, fell furiously into the room.
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[I’ve been thinking about it for a while.]
“Yes?”
The next morning.
As I was wiping my fingers that were slightly swollen from the licking of some guys so hard, a voice suddenly flew in.
[Isn’t it the same thing that you couldn’t kill him in the end?]
“…”
[The match is still in progress, right?]
Uh.
Does that happen again?
[What kind of bizarre thing is that to kill something pleasant in the first place-]
“No, as usual, I tried to count it when I heard something like ‘I’m going to die like this’ coming out of Seras’ mouth after working hard on the massage…”
[…]
“You don’t have to ask if that makes sense. If you insist on it, it usually works out somehow.”
You should have properly codified what it means to be ‘dead’ if you twist it.
Anyway, what.
“That one won’t attack you recklessly anymore. For now, that is enough.”
Since you’ve been assaulted once, for the time being, you’ll prefer to keep a distance rather than approach Seras.
Victoria herself is a guy with a stronger propensity for safety than I do. I’ll try to take anything carefully.
‘…Then it would be okay if I prepared a little more dramatically.’
One thought came to my mind when I saw Seras and Victoria running into each other once.
The chasm between the sisters is deeper than I thought.
No matter how much I was affected by the demon fragments, I didn’t expect that I would ‘really’ stab myself with a sword like that.
I thought it was a love-hate relationship at best, but the situation seems more serious than I thought.
[Then, how?]
“We need to arrange a reconciliation.”
The goal is to reconcile the two, starting with the Elfante School Art Festival.
From there, it will lead directly to the main quest, the Empire War, so it’s true that it’s hard for me to pay attention to it after that.
I can’t just leave it as it is when a system message popped up saying that the two of them would already be key figures in the main quest.
[…But isn’t it possible to build bridges like that only when both sides like Sia?]
If I were that girl, I don’t think I’d have any reason to be happy with you.
As soon as those words fall, my expression frowns.
Obviously, that’s the problem. I’ll have to think of a way to solve it. It’ll hurt a bit though.
I thought so.
Until this window pops up.
＜ System Message ＞
[ ‘Skill: Fatal Charm’ activates! ]
[ The favorability of the target is upgraded to ‘Interest Level 1’! ]
[ Receiveable rewards are given! ]
[ Target-related events coming soon! ]
“…”
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a window, so I blink my eyes without realizing it.
No, that’s right.
I don’t pay much attention to the situation that comes to my mind out of nowhere. Because there have been many so far.
What’s even more surprising than that is the last sentence.
You mean ‘related events’. In other words…
“…There are still girls left for me to flirt with?”
[…That line just sounded like an awesome playboy.]
Listen to Caliban’s words with one ear and let them out with the other.
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“…How many are left?”
[The blue guy, the red guy, His Majesty the Emperor, and the princess.]
“…”
All of them are terrifying humans.
Especially, I can’t even guess what they’re going to bring at the end.
But, still.
“It’s okay. It will work somehow.”
Hasn’t everything been handed over like that until now?
My existence itself, which has survived so far, is nothing more than a proof of my abilities that I will be able to do that.
[In fact, I also think that way these days.]
“Yes?”
[The president encouraging you to make a harem. I also understand these days.]
“…What is it?”
Isn’t that what I said because of my constitution, which is forcibly loved by evil guys?
What does it mean to understand that now-
[You can achieve world peace with your lower body.]
“…”
[I’m not joking, so seriously think about this sentence-]
“Maw.”
Fire moderately and finish preparing to go out.
Injects a little tension into the body.
Even if Seras and Victoria’s ‘match’ is postponed until the school festival, other humans might press on me when, where, and how. You should always be prepared.
As soon as I thought so, I went out of the private room.
I encountered a very rough human being.
“Isn’t it senior!”
“…”
“Jim… No, follow me!”
Your juniors don’t talk that way to their seniors, Your Majesty the Emperor.
The desire to say that rose to my throat, but instead of kicking it down, I was grabbed by the wrist and dragged by the grinning Emperor.
“Wait a minute, damn…!”
“Cecil.”
“…Yes?”
“Call me Cecil. A commoner student who managed to save money and enter Elfante. That is me.”
“…”
What are you talking about?
I wanted to say that like a chimney, but the resoluteness on His Majesty’s face as he dragged my wrist was almost the same.
The expression is smiling, but enough to easily instill a sense of crisis that my head might split if this ‘concept’ is disturbed.
“…Yes, Cecil.”
“I’ve decided the details of the match!”
As soon as I heard that, my expression became slightly serious.
‘…If you think about it.’
I have not yet heard of this person’s ‘real purpose’ for joining our club.
It’s fair to say that he’s aiming for something, seeing as he entered the academy while doing such a ridiculous concept.
“Don’t worry too much. I really have no intention of risking my life to beat you. Rather than that… Enjoying this time now comes first.”
“Then, where are you going now?”
“To the place where the referee bribed me to make a biased decision in a game.”
“…”
He said he came to have fun.
You’re just thinking about winning.
“Well, if I lose the game and have to listen to you, I don’t think I will be able to do half of the things I want to do.”
“…”
“So, can’t you just defeat me calmly?”
“…Let’s just listen, damn…”
I barely change my words at the tingling gaze.
“…Cecil.”
Hearing my words, His Majesty grinned.
As previously announced, I was taken to the torture chamber. Originally, this is where Percy, who was supposed to be the adviser to our club, should be sitting.
Is this the person who bought it as a referee?
As I was thinking that and sighing inwardly, His Majesty moved into the professor’s room with unstoppable movements.
And the next moment.
My body as well as His Majesty’s body stiffened at the same time.
“Welcome, Student Dowd. Cecil ‘student’.”
A sentence with an accent came as a greeting, as if telling the last student not to do anything that wasn’t even funny.
The expression on the face of His Majesty the Emperor, whose smile had not disappeared even for a moment while coming this far, was erased in an instant.
“…Prime Minister Sullivan. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you mean the chancellor?”
Sullivan, who added a gorgeous brooch and headband to her shiny blonde hair, replied with a broad smile.
Considering his age, it’s a youthful styling without countermeasures to the point where there’s nothing to say even if you hear the word “Home book.”
As if to show off, Prime Minister Sullivan said with a grin.
“My name is Sulli, who was inaugurated as a new teacher at the academy this time.”
“…”
“As of today, I am in charge of the advisor of the exorcist club. I look forward to.”
Your Majesty, no, Cecil’s face crumpled as if she had seen a disgusting sight.
You have to watch cockroaches crawl out of the sandwich you ate for lunch to get an expression close to that one.
“…Get some face and dignity, Sullivan. I don’t think it’s the main book.”
“…The ruler of the empire, you lurking here say such a thing?”
“What kind of disgusting name is that to say Sulli in the first place. Can’t you even cooperate with Jim for a moment of entertainment he wants to enjoy!”
“I wouldn’t even care if the entertainment wasn’t going on with that man!”
A thought suddenly comes to mind about two women exchanging harsh words with a threatening expression.
Sure.
Is this mirror therapy or what?
[Right?]
Isn’t it?
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The empress becomes a student while the prime minister becomes a teacher in the same academy
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