87 – Epilogue: Aftermath ~Purple Pagoda Wine Edition~
The session is over. Despite several incidents and accidents, everything turned out well in the end, and everyone was able to watch the ending credits with a smile. Except for the evil spirits who were beaten up and detained in the simulation prison.
I thought they were beaten to death, but the evil spirits pretended to be dead and tried to sneak into the next session. They are now under arrest. I thought their last stand was a bit lukewarm.
Honestly, I thought the evil spirits would launch a more psychic attack.
You know. Like transforming into the appearance of Bennett’s sister, showing a vision of Tara’s parents, or playing a sound effect of Abraham crying, “Why didn’t you save me?”
There are dozens of such good methods, so it’s strange to run away and die with a blatant line.
Mapoju suggested that “Maybe the TS beam hit them too hard and they lost their taste…?” but I didn’t let my guard down. I isolated the space where the evil spirits met their end and locked them in a black box space .
And my thoroughness proved to be right in the end. The guy’s lifeline was still attached.
I thought about incinerating it for a moment, but I also thought that there might be a way to use this guy. If I put a proper leash on him.
AI has its limitations. In the end, it is a mechanical device that operates according to the patterns it has been inputted with, so it cannot respond cleanly when an unexpected situation arises. Haven’t I always done manual operations at important moments?
The scene just before, where I entered Joseph, is the same.
Bennett flashed an unexpected sharpness and cast ‘You’re not Joseph’, but if I had left it to AI, it would have repeated something like ‘No, I’m Joseph’ instead of being able to ad-lib ‘I’m a goddess’.
Complete automation by AI is difficult. It’s impossible unless AI suddenly awakens self-awareness like in a fairy tale. I can’t think of any way to improve AI’s performance right now.
That’s why the evil spirits, who have fused with something in my head and become a mischievous spirit, seem attractive. If the guy plays the villain…the range of production will be greatly expanded. I got greedy.
So I’ve been giving the evil spirits a daily dose of gratitude bombs. Today’s menu is ‘Dancing girl who is serious about b-boying’.
Urrr.
“Just kill me, you crazy wizard!!”
My heart warmed as I watched her twirl around in her frilly dress. I’m glad the evil spirits like it too.
This work will continue until the evil spirits, ID_013, declare their defeat and submission.
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Let’s start by summarizing what I gained from this session.
My brain performance has improved. After realizing the existence of something in my head, I learned that I had been constantly suppressing it using a certain part of my brain.
When I examined the mental barrier for ‘that’, it was quite meticulously crafted, even for an unconscious response. I should say that I felt a clear intention. This is just a guess, but it seems that my past self prepared the countermeasures and then hide the memory.
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It’s similar to the reason why Mapoju was trying so hard to give me an anal exam. The more attention you give it, the more it seems to act up.
The fact that something is embedded in my head is… unpleasant and terrifying. If the guy devours me, I will be alive, but it will be no different from being dead. It’s like a time bomb in my head….
However, I will not be shaken by that fact. To be swayed by fear is what the guy wants. The important thing is that I can handle it. Let’s not forget that.
Anyway.
About 7% of it has fallen off, so I was able to secure that much resources that were being consumed by the mental barrier. How much has it increased?⋯⋯ 5%?Emotionally, something has changed⋯⋯ I’ve become more sensitive. No, it would be more accurate to say that I’ve returned to my original state to some extent. I’ve been craving romance novels. I want to romance. I need to romance.
What I’ve gained internally is strange. Next.
What have I gained externally?
I’ve awakened the fable of Bennett and Tara. Three people attended my class, and two of them awakened the fable. This was a huge achievement that would shock the world and turn the academy upside down.
What does this mean? It means that the number of people who want to attend my sessions will skyrocket like a stock graph. Even my TRPG class, which had a low application rate, will be flooded with people. I’m now a rich player …!
Since I’ve made a connection with Tara, I might be able to get the cooperation of the Goddess’ Church. Religion has always been a source of material. There must be a lot of data. Maybe I can even aim for a sacred object .
If I can get information about black magic from Bennett, it will be helpful for directing evil things like magic and evil. I’ll also be able to maintain historical accuracy.
The quality of the session will go up. I’m already excited.
The mission that the 2nd Prince gave me has also progressed significantly.
I’ve already submitted a bragging document to our 2nd Prince. I’ve caught a black magician, taught my students well, and completed about 300% of my assigned mission, haven’t I? Since I’ve worked so hard, I ‘ve also included a request for more budget at the end of the document.
Of course, I don’t plan to hold such a deadly session in the future. The fact that the two of them awakened the fable is not because I’m good, but because they are talented.
But my friends outside don’t know that!
Even if it’s just vanity, I’ll use it to my advantage.
As much as I’ve gained, there’s also a lot of work to be done. Like Bennett’s case, or the black magician’s evil plan. But there’s something I need to deal with first.
“Lord Demon Tower.”
“…”
I’m talking about the small, cute magician who’s sweating profusely as she watches me.
I looked straight into Lord Demon Tower’s purple eyes and declared more clearly than usual.
“It’s forbidden to bring non-session-related matters into the session.”
“…B, but it’s not completely resolved yet.”
“It’s a matter of belief.”
“…Belief?”
Lord Demon Tower’s eyes flickered with unease. I added an explanation.
“I’m not trying to completely deny that method. It’s an efficient method because it can suppress damage and end as a fantasy even if it fails… I’ll still use it.”
“…”
“With proper consent. Like paying for it, or if someone is willing to help me and sticks with me. If you try it with people who have agreed to it, then try it, but I don’t want to involve people who don ‘t know anything.’
In short, I want to separate play from work.
I sat down on the chair and beckoned to Lord Demon Tower.
Lord Demon Tower ran over with her head slightly bowed and sat on my lap. I gently massaged Lord Demon Tower’s shoulders. She shivered.
I thought about what to say for a moment.
“Was it hard?”
“No, it’s hard, Tara and, Niole…”
“They’re them, and I’m talking about Lord Demon Tower.”
If Lord Demon Tower was completely cold-blooded, she would have pushed the trio into the pit of despair without a moment’s hesitation. The fact that she pushed forward with the task while contorting her face with guilt means that she values me that much.
She endured the pangs of conscience for me. To be honest, I was happy.
That’s why. Even now that things have ended well, I wanted to clear the dark clouds surrounding Lord Demon Tower’s expression and make it as clear as a sunny sky.
“Lord Demon Tower must have been upset about this too. You must have felt guilty…”
“Uh-huh…””You’ve suffered. Thank you for enduring it for me. But I’d like you to consult with me from now on. If possible, let’s walk a path where everyone can be happy. ‘t that be nice?’
“…I’m sorry.”
It’s guilt.
The fastest and surest way to relieve guilt is to be forgiven. And the second is to be punished.
If I came to Tara and Niole now and said, ‘It was all just an illusionary spell, and your misfortune was the work of the Demon Lord, so will you forgive me?’ a sword would fly at me. So let’s relieve this part indirectly by making them happy.
Let’s punish her right now. Let’s give her an appropriate punishment so that she feels less guilty.
I picked up the Demon Lord and held her in my arms like a princess. The Demon Lord opened her eyes wide in surprise.
“…?!”
“If you’re that nervous, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Pu, punishment…? What…?!”
“I’m going to the bedroom.”
Poof.
The Demon Lord’s face turned bright red in an instant, and hearts swirled around her. The Demon Lord’s uncontrolled illusionary magic created several images in the air and then disappeared. She was being spanked on the butt with a palm or tied up with a rope.
I thought she would run away, but seeing that she was quietly nestled in my arms, it seemed that her desire for atonement was that great.
But how could I, as a disciple, lay my hands on the body of a heavenly master? I didn’t intend to punish her physically. I had a more effective way.
I walked down the hallway with the Demon Lord in my arms and opened the door to Pinkballez’s bedroom.
“?”
“…???”
Pinkballez was seen rolling around on the bed in full dress. When she asked me with her eyes what this situation was, I answered by throwing the Demon Lord at Pinkballez.
Swish.
Thud.
Whirl.
“…!!”
Pinkballez wrapped her body around the Demon Lord’s body like an octopus wrapping around a fish. It seemed that she instinctively grabbed hold of her because a girl was thrown into her bed. As expected of a succubus.
I solemnly declared.
“Do whatever you want.”
“…?!?!”
The Demon Lord’s hair stood on end. It seemed that she had finally realized her situation, being thrown into the Red Den. Pinkballez accepted my sudden throw and smiled wickedly and meanly like a thief.
“Crazy wizard, are you really going to let me do it?”
“…!!!!”
Leaving the Demon Lord, who was so surprised she couldn’t breathe, behind, we talked in the dark with sign language and gestures. What’s going on, crazy wizard? Are you trying to indirectly assassinate me, you bastard?
No. The Demon Lord will be fine. I’m just going to tease her a little, so you can take care of your own interests as long as you don’t cross the line.
Okay. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to forgive your last unprovoked attack. It’s too late. Be prepared.
What are you talking about, Pinkballez?
“Eat her up, Pinkballez, I give you permission.”
“Yes, sir.”
“…Hi, hihi…!!”
I quietly left the bedroom and closed the door. I guess this was enough punishment.
I don’t know what Pinkballez meant by her meaningful words at the end⋯⋯ but what could go wrong? I’ve been faithfully following the standard agreement up until now.
Later, I heard that Pinkballez just scared her a little and then gave her a full body muscle massage. It seems that she made a loud noise when she loosened her sore soles with her elbow.I was thinking of taking the initiative, so I prepared the magic of perception change, but fortunately, it seemed that the conversation was really the purpose. Bennett put away his longsword and made a serious expression.
“Magician. I have something important to tell you.”
“Oh, I had something for you too. I have a story to tell you.”
“Can we talk alone?”
“Come to my lab after class.”
We made a meeting appointment. I can roughly guess what Bennett is going to say. It was a good thing. Shouldn’t I give you a session clear reward? I had a reward I had prepared, and I had something that the Tower Master had brought.
The Tower Master had cleverly prepared a reward with the setting that the dead Abraham had prepared something for the players. Isn’t this kind of moment a little bit of a thrill?
“Hey, Bennett! Stop playing and cut the giant tentacles!”
[If you want to see the tentacles catch you, just wait about 6 minutes!]
“…I’m going now!”
Bennett drew his sword again and ran to the cries of his colleagues calling him.
The end of the class was quite awaited.