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So I’m a Spider, So What?, Vol. 9

Okina Baba
Translation by Jenny McKeon
Cover art by Tsukasa Kiryu
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KUMO DESUGA, NANIKA? Vol. 9
© Okina Baba, Tsukasa Kiryu 2018
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Names: Baba, Okina,
author. | Kiryu, Tsukasa, illustrator. | McKeon, Jenny, translator.
Title: So I’m a spider, so what? / Okina Baba ; illustration by Tsukasa Kiryu ;
translation by Jenny McKeon.
Other titles: Kumo desuga nanika. English | So I am a spider, so what?
Description: First Yen On edition. | New York, NY : Yen On, 2017–
Identifiers: LCCN 2017034911 | ISBN 9780316412896 (v. 1 : pbk.) | ISBN
9780316442886 (v. 2 : pbk.) | ISBN 9780316442909 (v. 3 : pbk.) | ISBN
9780316442916 (v. 4 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975301941 (v. 5 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975301965 (v. 6 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975301989 (v. 7 : pbk.) | ISBN
9781975398996 (v. 8 : pbk.) | ISBN 9781975310349 (v. 9 : pbk.) Subjects:
CYAC: Magic—Fiction. | Spiders—Fiction. | Monsters—Fiction. | Prisons—
Fiction. | Escapes—Fiction. | Fantasy.
Classification: LCC PZ7.1.O44 So 2017 | DDC [Fic]—dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017034911
ISBNs: 978-1-97531034-9 (paperback) 978-1-9753-1035-6 (ebook)
E3-20200714-JV-NF-ORI
 Contents

Cover
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Title Page
Copyright

Evil Gods Don’t Smile

1 Arrival in the Demon Realm
Interlude The Veteran Demon’s Secret Feud
X1 The Former Sword-King Reigar
2 Arrival at the Demon Lord’s Castle
Interlude The Old Butler’s Frightful Experience
3 Arrival of the Hooligan
Interlude The Demon Duke’s Distress
X2 Administrator Güliedistodiez
4 Arrival in Heaven
Interlude The Vampire Princess’s Midnight Lesson
5 Arrival at the Great Elroe Labyrinth
X3 Ice Dragon Nia
6 Arrival at Mr. Oni’s Place
O Wrath
7 Arrival in Japan
Evil Gods Don’t Laugh
Evil Elves Do Sneer
Afterword
Yen Newsletter
 “Humans love to say that boredom kills, but it’s even worse for gods, you
know.”
Such a level voice.
In contrast to that emotionless tone, the bald old man on the screen stomps
angrily.
It’s so surreal to see the stoic-looking old-timer stomping around and the girl
watching him expressionlessly that I can’t even laugh.
Maybe she’s trying to use the movement on the screen to express her inner
irritation, but if anything, it just makes her seem even weirder.
“Being bored is bad enough for humans, but gods live far longer than mortals,
so finding ways to kill time is especially important for us.”
She keeps fiddling with the controller as she speaks, moving the bald guy
around on the screen.
The hairless adventurer kills the monsters that appear one after another.
She makes it look effortless. Because her character isn’t even taking any
damage, one might assume this game is easy, but if I remember correctly, it was
so insanely difficult that it gave even the most hard-core gamers a run for their
money.
Just how many hours has she sunk into this game?
She wasn’t kidding about how desperate she was to avoid being bored.
“But as you can see, if I set my mind to it, I can do just about anything well.”
On the screen, the bald guy beats the boss monster without taking a point of
damage.
 “I’m good at everything. As long as I want to be.”
I bet she really does mean everything, not just video games.
If she wanted to, she really could do just about anything.
Like guide the world to peace…or destroy it.
“It’s no fun doing something you know you’re going to be good at.”
If she gets serious about something, her success is already decided.
Since she can do anything, she already knows what the outcome will be,
which makes things boring.
“That’s why I interfere as little as possible. If I meddle too much, then I’ll
know how the whole thing’s going to turn out. Although I won’t hesitate if my
meddling will make things more entertaining, of course.”
In the end, she’s an outsider, an observer.
Since taking action herself would lead to a guaranteed outcome, all she does
is look on, like she’s watching a movie.
“Lately, I’ve had so little entertainment that I’ve been terribly bored. So I’ve
got high hopes for you, understand? Make sure you entertain me for all you’re
worth.”
But as she gazes at me, there’s no glimmer of those hopes in her eyes. Just
pure amusement.
Those bottomless pitch-black eyes seem to stare right through me.
The self-proclaimed evil god, D, just looks at me without a word.
 ARRIVAL IN THE DEMON REALM

The cart trundles along, pulled by two earth wyrms.

We’re on a rough dirt road, so of course bouncing around in the cart feels just
awful.
The ride’s so bumpy that if you opened your mouth, you’d probably bite your
tongue, so none of us are talking much. The only sound is the clunking and
clattering of the cart.
Me?
I’m a grogger, so what?
You know, grogger. Because I’m super-groggy.
Heh-heh-heh. Pretty clever turn of phrase, if I do say so myself.
Typical me, right? I’m such a genius.
“You look like you’re gonna die, White. Wanna take a break?”
The Demon Lord’s saying something. But look! I’m doing so well that I just
coined a new word. Bwa-ha-ha!
“…Um, White? Hello? Uh-oh. She’s barely even conscious.”
Hmph. Stupid Demon Lord. What do you know?
As if I could be knocked out by the mere bouncing of a cart!
“Lady Ariel, we will reach our next planned stop soon. Would you prefer to
take a break before then?”
Mera’s voice calls from the coachman’s seat.
Sounds like he’s suggesting we should just hang in there until we reach our
destination.
“All right. Let’s just get the rest of the way there while White’s passed out,
then.”
“Very well. I shall continue.”
Come on! I told you, I’m totally awake over here!
The cart continues bouncing all the way to our destination: the first town we
would visit in the demon territory.
“This isn’t quite what I pictured.”
When I wake up in our room at the inn, the first thing I hear is Vampy
complaining.
Wait, what?! I’m up? I mean…of course I am. I was fully conscious the whole
time.
I didn’t pass out, okay? That never happened.
Anyway, I wonder what Vampy doesn’t like about the place. Oh wait, she’s
about to tell me whether I ask or not.
“It’s too normal,” she says.
I glance around the room, appraising the decor. A little fancy, maybe, but
otherwise not that different from your average human inn.
Maybe it’s different on the outside? I glance out the window at the town, but
there’s nothing special about the street below us, either.
Hmm. Well, I guess I understand what Vampy’s disappointed about, then.
The words land of demons do call to mind something a little more sinister,
don’t they?
Y’know, like a gloomy place that’s permanently cloudy and buildings covered
in ivy like a witch’s house. There should also be a bunch of inhuman creatures
around to give the place a real sense of chaos.
But what do we get instead?
The shimmering, shining, sadistic sun.
 Damn you! Your wretched light reaches this place, too?! Give it a rest already!
Ahem.
Anyway, all the buildings are normal, too. They’re not exactly sparkling clean,
but they seem to be maintained well enough, so there’s no creeping vines or
anything.
And the people walking around are all totally humanoid, no horns or wings
among them.
The only key point to remind you we’re not on Earth is their crazy-colorful
hair. It looks a little ridiculous, but there were some colorful people in the
human territories, too, so this isn’t even a sight exclusive to the demon realm.
In other words, despite being home to demons, this place is no different from
your average human town.
You wouldn’t even know you were in demon territory if someone didn’t tell
you.
I mean, I guess some human towns had local differences, so it’s not exactly
the same, but still.
If I had to say, the demon lands most closely resembles the empire in human
territory.
Aside from the whole humans-versus-demons thing, the empire and the
demon realm are basically neighbors, so it makes sense that they would
resemble each other.
Right, right. That makes sense.
…Well, I’m convinced, but Vampy still looks displeased, so I guess that’s not
good enough for her.
“Surprised? Demons don’t actually look any different from humans.”
Draped across the sofa, the Demon Lord swirls wine around in a glass,
wearing a smug Gotcha! expression.
…So she held back on teaching us anything about demons for the sole
purpose of surprising us?
 We’ve been learning bits and pieces of demon language on the way here,
since it’d be tough to get by if we couldn’t talk.
But it occurs to me now that in all those lessons, there was a distinct lack of
any concrete information about demon culture or general appearance. She
spent literal years withholding information from us all for this minor prank.
Leave it to the old lady. You don’t live for a ridiculously long time without
building up a stupid amount of patience.
“White, why do I get the feeling you’re thinking something really rude about
me right now?”
Non, non, madame. I would never do such a thing.
“They look the same? So what’s the difference between humans and demons,
then?”
Good question, Vampy.
“Oh, there are lots of differences. The biggest one is their life span. Demons
live way longer than humans. Still not as long as elves, though.”
Just the word elf is enough to make Vampy scowl. She’s starting to develop a
visceral hatred of them, I think.
“Also, their stats improve a great deal quicker than humans’. If a human and a
demon did the same training, the demon would usually have the advantage.”
Vampy, who was listening curiously, furrows her brow at that. “So all the
differences are in demons’ favor? Doesn’t that mean humans can’t possibly
beat them, then?”
Demons have longer lives and better stats. That alone would seem to indicate
that humans don’t stand a chance of winning.
But for some reason, humans and demons have a long history of warring back
and forth.
The explanation for this turns out to be almost disappointingly simple.
“Demons have a way smaller population than humans.”
So although humans have the upper hand on a one-on-one basis, they can’t
beat humans because they’re greatly outnumbered.
The demons have quality, and the humans have quantity. These things
balance each other out, which is why the fighting never ends.
“Demons have long lives but a low birth rate, so their population doesn’t go
up. They’re superior to humans in almost every way except for that, so I guess
you could say it’s their only weakness.”
I guess no matter how skilled the individuals might be, that can get you only
so far. If they can’t increase their population, they’ll be permanently short on
manpower.
Numbers really are important. You need enough people if you want to get
anything done.
You can’t just have soldiers to fight on the front lines. You need people back
home growing food, too.
Whether it’s agriculture, animal husbandry, or hunting, you need a system to
reliably feed everyone before you can even think about going to war.
“And right now, the demons are in the middle of a pretty serious population
crisis. So they’re in no position to go to war with humans.
“Not that any of that’s my problem,” the Demon Lord mutters, gulping down
the rest of her wine. Then, abruptly, she calls out toward the door. “Come in
already, will ya?”
I’m the only one startled by her sudden shout. Everyone else just looks at the
door with composed expressions.
I guess all of them were able to sense that someone was behind the door.
Dammit! This is the problem with people who have high stats and tons of
skills.
I didn’t notice a damn thing!
Unreal.
“…Pardon me.”
After a moment, the door opens from the outside, and an aging man steps
into the room.
His clothes aren’t crazy gaudy, but you can definitely tell at a glance that
they’re super–high quality.
A couple people who are clearly attendants follow the man into the room.
Okay, this guy’s definitely a big shot.
And then that big shot walks up to the Demon Lord and kneels.
KNEELS?!
This super-important-looking dude is totally kneeling!
And so are his attendants!
The old guy and his crew are kneeling in front of a girl who looks like a minor.
When you put it that way, this is super-weird!
“We have eagerly anticipated your return.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
So casual!
That’s a pretty offhanded response to this big shot’s grand welcome, Demon
Lord!
See? He didn’t react, but a few of his attendants twitched. You’re totally
wrecking the mood here!
“Oh, I’ll introduce you to everyone. Guys, this is Erguner, the lord in charge of
this area of the demon realm. Since this bit borders human lands, he’s basically
the ruler of the frontier. This guy’s kind of an old-timer among demons, a skilled
commander who’s been fending off human invasions for ages.”
Um, Demon Lord?
I know you’re complimenting him, but it’s kinda weird to explain things to us
like he’s not even here, don’t you think?
Especially if you’re gonna refer to him as this guy and all that.
Look, one of his attendants is even balling up a fist and trembling with rage.
 “All righty, stand up and introduce yourself.”
“Right away, my lord!”
The Demon Lord orders Erguner around obliviously, but he obeys without a
flicker of displeasure.
“Thank you for the generous introduction. I am called Erguner Ricep. A
pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
With that short introduction, Erguner faces us and gives a stiff bow.
Yeah, you can totally tell from his brisk movements that he’s a military guy.
Kinda makes me want to call him “Colonel,” so I’m just gonna do that from
now on.
“Colonel” has a competent, reliable sort of ring to it, don’t you think? “Major”
sounds more like a schemer who works from the shadows.
Mr. Erguner doesn’t just look competent. It sounds like he really is, too.
I can’t imagine that they’d put someone incompetent in charge of protecting
the border dividing the human and demon realms.
And this skilled, high-ranking man is kneeling in front of the Demon Lord.
Then again, she is the Demon Lord, after all. She’s the most important demon
of all, so I guess it’s only natural that other demons would kneel before her.
But still…she’s the Demon Lord.
She doesn’t really look the part, does she?
And she doesn’t act the part, either.
Huh? You’re saying it’s because her personality’s been massively influenced
by my former body brain that merged with her?
I can’t heeear yooou.
“So? Whaddaya want?”
“Pardon me! The moment I heard that you had returned to our land, I hurried
here to greet you. I beg your forgiveness for intruding upon your personal time,
but I felt it would be far more disrespectful not to show my face as your faithful
retainer.”
The Colonel stays on one knee as he addresses the Demon Lord.
Wait, what? You came all the way here just to greet this weirdo?
Meaning you left your important post as guardian of this borderland?
Does that mean the Demon Lord is so intimidating that around here, people
feel like they have to bend over backward for her?
“Much appreciated. Sorry you had to interrupt your work just to do that.”
The Demon Lord doesn’t look apologetic in the least as she reclines on the
sofa.
Wow, she’s even holding out her wineglass to Mera for a refill.
C’mon, Mera. Don’t humor her.
“Well, as you can see, I’m on a break at the moment. Since you already
greeted me, you can go back to your regular work now. We’re gonna stay here
for two or three days, then head for the heartlands. I wanna talk to you before
then, so make some time tomorrow or something, ’kay?”
So she apologizes for interrupting his work, then demands that he make time
for her tomorrow in the same breath? She’s a demon lord, all right.
Man, talk about a self-absorbed boss!
It can’t be easy to clear your schedule when you have an important post like
the marcher lord of a border territory.
“Understood. Shall we meet tomorrow after you’ve taken lunch, perhaps?”
So you do have time?!
Oh, wait. Judging by the way the Colonel’s attendant is looking at him, he
probably doesn’t actually have the time.
I’m sure that attendant is frantically trying to figure out how to fix the
schedule that the Demon Lord just ruined.
“Yeah, sure. See ya then.”
The Demon Lord nonchalantly confirms their post-lunch meeting.
 “Then I shall take my leave at once. Please relax to your heart’s content.”
“Thanks. Think you could get me some more booze and snacks or
something?”
“I shall make arrangements at once. If there is anything else you need, please
speak to the servants who have been assigned to you.”
The Colonel responds to the Demon Lord’s shameless request without the
slightest change in expression.
Talk about a model subordinate.
He bows and leaves the room, followed by his attendants.
Once they’re gone, nobody speaks for a while.
“…So that’s what it’s like to have power and influence,” Vampy mutters,
quietly but unmistakably.
She’s obviously reevaluating her appraisal of the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord cackles. “And if you add wealth to that, there’s pretty much
nothing you can’t do in this world! You can mess around all day long, and
nobody will stop you!”
Vampy’s eyes narrow even further.
The Demon Lord’s stock is plummeting!
On the other hand, Mera remains completely expressionless, pouring more
wine into the Demon Lord’s glass.
Uh, Mr. Mera, should you really be letting her gulp it down like that?
I assumed this place was an inn when I first woke up, but it looks like it’s
actually a room in the Colonel’s castle or something.
The wine they serve at a place like this probably isn’t the cheap stuff, y’know?
From the looks of things earlier, it seems like the Colonel is treating the
Demon Lord as an honorable guest.
What if that wine is so expensive that you could build a mansion for the cost
of a single bottle…?
 Well, I guess I don’t know if wine works the same way in this world as it does
on Earth, so I have no idea if such an expensive wine even exists here, but still.
Whether it’s expensive or cheap, the Demon Lord normally drinks alcohol by
the barrel, so if she drinks that same amount of this wine…
Gulp. Hang in there, Colonel.
“Young miss, I believe Lady Ariel took such an attitude for well-thought-out
reasons of her own.”
While I’m lost in thought about the price of wine and the damage to the
Colonel’s coin purse, Mera speaks up like he can’t bear to just watch and not
say anything.
Yeah, I figured as much.
Vampy is the only one who doesn’t get it. She blinks in surprise. “What?
Really?”
Her eyes go from glaring at the Demon Lord to simply looking curious.
The Demon Lord grins. “I don’t know if I’d go that far. It’s more of a gut
feeling than a carefully calculated plan, really…”
Then she trails off.
As I tilt my head in confusion at the awkward silence, there’s a knock on the
door.
The Demon Lord permits the person to enter, and it turns out to be a servant
girl with a tea trolley. Silent but dour, she places the wine and snacks on a table
and leaves the room with a short bow.
After a moment, the Demon Lord opens her mouth again.
“What did you think of that person?”
“I wouldn’t quite call her hostile, but she did not seem to think too highly of
us.”
Of course it’s Mera who responds. Vampy didn’t even understand the
question, and I hardly ever speak up!
Mera answering is best for all of us!
 Way to read the room, Mera! My man! The ideal servant!
“Well, of course,” Vampy mutters. “How else would you respond to someone
showing up out of nowhere, forcing their way in, and demanding to be waited
on?”
Yeah, I guess that’s true. What kind of awful guest would do that, though?
Oh wait, she means us.
I was wondering how we got into the castle of a big shot like the lord in
charge of the borderlands. We forced our way in, huh?
Yeah, I guess that would seem like a huge imposition to the people who work
in the castle.
“Right, right. We’re unwanted guests, after all.”
Wow. Saying that doesn’t even make you sad?
“But that wouldn’t normally be enough to make someone hate or even wanna
kill us, right?”
At those words from the Demon Lord, Vampy finally gets it. “So you’re acting
rude on purpose to figure out who your enemies are?”
The Demon Lord answers with a grin.
Hiding your hatred or hostility is one thing, but if someone keeps going out of
their way to antagonize you, it’s hard to keep those emotions from leaking out.
So basically, the Demon Lord was being outrageously rude on purpose, in the
hopes of sniffing out anyone who might be hiding hostility toward her.
At least, that’s the official reason.
“There were definitely a few who weren’t very fond of me in the welcome
party earlier.”
Yeah, like the ones who were clenching their fists and shaking.
“Does that mean you don’t trust that Erguner person, Miss Ariel?” Vampy
asks.
“I’m not sure yet. I did try to get a rise out of him to see if I could figure it out,
but a veteran like him won’t show his weaknesses that easily. Even if his
subordinates don’t like me, that doesn’t tell me how their boss feels. Although
considering how easily they showed it, that’s definitely a case of negligent
supervision on his part, at the very least.”
The way the Demon Lord’s talking, it sorta seems like the Colonel really
doesn’t like her, and she already knows it.
Man, a veteran demon, though?
I guess since demons live longer than humans, they can get pretty old. Where
there’s longevity, there’s sly old foxes.
Anyone who lives that long is bound to end up holding some grudges. Or am I
just assuming things?
Well, either way, we probably shouldn’t let our guards down around this guy.
It seems like the Demon Lord is taking care to make sure no one else in the
castle can eavesdrop on our conversations, for one thing.
She stops talking whenever someone approaches. And it’s possible that she’s
taking other countermeasures that I just haven’t noticed. She’s probably used a
spell or something to make sure our conversations can’t be heard from outside
the door.
“So yeah, I’m just gonna do whatever I want! No holding back!”
With that, the Demon Lord gulps down the rest of her wine and reaches for
the snacks.
“…Are you sure that wasn’t your number one goal in the first place?”
Vampy squints suspiciously at the Demon Lord, who ignores her and lolls
around on the sofa.
This time, Mera doesn’t say another word.
I wonder if he’s noticed?
The Demon Lord’s real goal, or at least her real thoughts.
I don’t think Vampy is entirely wrong about her wanting to goof off, but that’s
not her real motivation deep down.
 The Demon Lord said it herself: It’s a gut feeling, not a well-thought-out plan.
If you ask me, I think the Demon Lord just wants to keep from getting any
closer to her demon subjects than necessary.
Someday soon, the Demon Lord will have to lead the demons into war against
the humans.
And she’ll probably have to send them into battle almost like sacrificial pawns
in order to accomplish what she wants.
Her goal requires a lot of casualties, after all.
To put it another way, the Demon Lord is basically going to be sending a
bunch of demons to their graves. That’s why she’s trying not to get too friendly
with them.
She’s acting deliberately rude toward the demons so that they won’t make
the mistake of idolizing her.
For demons, the Demon Lord is someone to be feared and hated, someone
who will send them to their deaths.
By putting herself in that position, she’s trying to bear the brunt of the
demons’ hatred and resentment herself.
And most of all, she’s probably using being hated by the demons as a way of
punishing herself.
This is all just my assumption, of course. I can’t read the Demon Lord’s mind.
But I don’t think I’m wrong.
Seriously. How kindhearted can one person be?
Sure, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s going to send the demons to their
deaths, so it’s not exactly unconditional kindness, but I still think she’s way too
nice to call herself a demon lord.
Not that I’m complaining, since her kindness has saved me on several
occasions.
As these thoughts run through my mind, I casually sit down next to the
Demon Lord and help myself to some snacks.
 Heh-heh. The concept of “holding back” has always been foreign to me!
If there’s something edible in front of me, I’ll eat it! Whether that makes me
an unwanted guest or not!
Ooh, this jerky’s got a nice salty bite to it. Now I want a drink.
I slide my hand toward the bottle nearby, but I get caught before I can reach
it.
“White? You can’t drink until you’re twenty or older, you know.”
The Demon Lord grins as she scolds me, holding my arm firmly in place.
Grrr! Come on—a little bit can’t hurt!
Besides, it’s her fault for making it look so delicious in the first place!
If someone gulps a drink down in front of you like that, of course you’re going
to want to know what it tastes like!
The drinking age may be twenty in Japan, but we’re in a parallel world here,
so we should be able to make an exception!
“No means no. You can’t always get what you want.”
Tch! I don’t need any sage wisdom right now, thank you very much.
I’m definitely gonna distract her and have a drink one of these days.
As I reluctantly withdraw my hand, Mera holds out a glass of nonalcoholic
juice. Best servant ever!
“Merazophis, I’d like some, too.”
Of course Vampy gets jealous right away.
Yep, things are back to normal.
It’s actually kinda peaceful.
I can tell I’m slacking a bit, probably because we finally accomplished our big
goal of reaching demon lands.
I’m kinda tempted to just hang out in the Demon Lord’s protection and laze
around forever.
But I don’t think that’s gonna happen.
Oh, I just wish that this peaceful atmosphere would last a little longer.
What? No can do?
I see.
Sigh. Unreal.
 THE VETERAN DEMON’S SECRET FEUD

“Lord Erguner, it is time.”

I raise my head from my paperwork when my secretary informs me that the
time for my meeting with the Demon Lord has arrived. I was already well aware
of this, of course.
Thus, I take my time tidying up my papers, putting down my pen, and
standing up.
“Very well. Let us be about it.”
My preparations are long since complete.
I begin walking without hesitation, followed by my secretary and attendants.
The lot of them seem slightly more agitated than usual.
The atmosphere has been different ever since the Demon Lord, whose
whereabouts have been unknown for some time, suddenly appeared at the
castle yesterday.
The previous Demon Lord disappeared, eventually died in some unknown
place, and was replaced with this current Demon Lord.
To be honest, I cannot deny that some part of me hoped this Demon Lord,
too, would stay missing forever.
With the current state of the demon race, we are in fact better off without a
demon lord.
Our many long years battling the humans have exhausted us, causing so much
destruction that it has become impossible to ignore.
Our land is barren, our population—and therefore our workforce—is
depleted, and our citizens are starving.
The famine only further reduces our workforce, lowering our ability to
produce food.
We cannot possibly go to war while this vicious cycle continues.
It was for this very reason that when the prior Demon Lord went missing, it
was a boon to the demons.
If there is no demon lord, then there will be no war.
We put our battle against the humans on hold and focused on recovering our
own strength. Thanks to that, the livelihood of the populace stabilized
somewhat while the Demon Lord was absent.
The one thing we have not managed to improve is our shrinking population.
Our declining birth rate is connected in no small way to infants dying of
malnourishment or being attacked by monsters.
Though we have recovered slightly, we still have a long way to go.
And yet…
As I sink into thought, we arrive at our destination.
I reach out to open the door to the room, pause just in time, and knock
instead.
“Come in.”
A voice permits my presence, so this time I open the door and enter.
“Hey. How’s it going?”
A short-statured girl greets me with a casual wave.
The Demon Lord. By appearances alone, she would seem to be an ordinary
child.
But the powerful energy that rolls off her, as if unable to be completely
contained, serves as a reminder that she is anything but.
I have never encountered anyone but this Demon Lord who reveals such
power even when thoroughly suppressing it.
 Her presence is so overwhelmingly powerful that I could sense it even
through the door.
“I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting.”
“Nah, it’s not your fault I showed up early.”
I had intended to enter the room first and await her presence, but instead I
made the Demon Lord wait for me.
Yet she forgives this blunder with a smile.
Her actions may seem like those of a benevolent ruler, but I cannot be sure of
the truth that lies behind her eyes.
“Well, no point in standing around, right? Have a seat.”
“Of course! Pardon me.”
I sit down on the sofa across from the Demon Lord, and my secretary and
company stand behind me.
The Demon Lord, on the other hand, is alone.
She had several attendants with her yesterday when I greeted her, but they
are not present now.
All of them save one were young women, but like the Demon Lord herself,
their appearances were no doubt deceiving.
The Demon Lord has no need to take them along with her. She has little use
for guards, after all.
What a truly terrifying person.
“As I stated yesterday, we are most pleased to celebrate your safe return.”
“Hmm. Are you, now?”
I was merely offering a polite greeting to begin the conversation, but the
Demon Lord reacts strangely.
Her gaze passes over me to the attendants standing behind me.
“Just a moment, please.”
Sensing danger in that gaze, I call over my secretary, list a few names, and
have them removed from the room.
Within moments, the attendants the Demon Lord was eyeing are ushered out
of the room.
“Pardon the interruption. I shall deal with them accordingly after our
meeting.”
“Nice, nice. You’re quick on the uptake, huh?”
The Demon Lord nods in satisfaction. It appears that my actions were correct.
“It’d be a pain to have to deal with some stupid revolt. All I want are obedient
soldiers, y’know? Soldiers who’ll fight for me, and die for me, at my command.”
Her voice is calm as she says the unspeakable.
Yes, it was certainly the right decision to dismiss those hot-blooded
attendants ahead of time. If they had shown even the slightest resistance to her
statement, she might very well have killed them to set an example.
“Give your subordinates a warning for me. They can either fight the humans
or get killed at my hands. I recommend the former. In the latter case, there’s
not even the slightest chance of survival.”
With these words, the Demon Lord is essentially declaring that she herself is
stronger than the entirety of humanity.
If anyone else were to say such a thing, I would scoff at such nonsense.
But in her case, I cannot say that she is wrong.
“I need you to ramp up military preparations, please.”
Though it’s phrased as a request, I know it is an order.
“Understood.”
“Great. Thanks.”
I have no right to refuse.
After that, we discuss the finer details of our upcoming plans, and the
meeting ends.
“Whew.”
 “Good work, my lord.”
When I returned to my office and let slip a sigh, my secretary offered me
words of praise.
“Thank you. I cannot remember when last I was so exhausted.”
The only reason I complain thus is that there is no one else in the room but
my secretary, who has worked at my side for many years.
“However, this is no time to rest.”
I open the desk drawer and grasp the object inside.
A device known as a “mobile telephone,” small enough to be held in one
hand.
The telephone has only one button, which I press now.
I am told that long ago, in an ancient culture, this device was used to speak
with many faraway people. But now, it has no such features.
The device in my hand can contact only one person.
As I hold it to my ear, it makes a dull tone for a while, until finally a beep
indicates that it has connected.
“It is I, Erguner. Can you hear me?”
“Yes, of course I can.”
The voice that comes through is that of a completely emotionless male.
Namely: Potimas Harrifenas.
The patriarch of the elves and a heretic who brings ancient secrets into the
modern era.
“The Demon Lord has returned, just as you said she would.”
A few days ago, Potimas contacted me through the mobile telephone,
informing me that the Demon Lord would soon return.
Thus, I informed the guards of the Demon Lord’s characteristics and
instructed them to guide her politely to the castle should any such person
appear.
 So that this would not seem unnatural, I temporarily dispatched watchmen to
the Mystic Mountains so that I could claim to have learned from them of the
Demon Lord’s return.
In truth, our domain has not the spare hands to send a guard to the Mystic
Mountains.
But I suppose I will no longer be able to say that soon enough.
“And? Surely you have not called me simply to relay that fact.”
As ever, Potimas is quick to guess my intentions.
“Indeed. I wish to know the state of the entrance to the Mystic Mountains on
the human side. Has the boy with horns on his forehead appeared there these
past few days?”
“Hmm.”
Potimas falls silent, as if deep in thought.
During my conversation with the Demon Lord, she mentioned the boy.
She said it was possible that he might cross the Mystic Mountains, breaking
through the ice dragons’ territory in the process, as unlikely as the scenario
seemed.
If he did show up, the Demon Lord instructed me to avoid provoking him and
contact her immediately.
That was the end of our conversation. She did not explain what connection
she had to this boy with horns.
But since she made a point of bringing him up and warning me about him, I
must assume that this situation is important to the Demon Lord.
I thought perhaps we might be able to take advantage of that somehow, but
since the Demon Lord herself said it was unlikely, I doubt the boy will come our
way.
 But I cannot afford to worry that it is an unlikely chance, nor do I have any
idea how I might use it against her.
“…It doesn’t appear that we have received any reports about a boy of that
description. But I shall place the entrance to the mountains under watch, just to
be safe.”
“Thank you.”
Even as I respond, calculations are racing through my mind.
Because his response showed that Potimas Harrifenas, too, has a vested
interest in the horned boy.
If he has drawn not just the attention of the Demon Lord but also Potimas,
then how can I discount this boy?
“Do you know anything about the boy?”
“Not a boy with horns, no. However, up until recently, there have been
several reports of an unusual ogre taking down a great number of adventurers.
It seems as though there might be some connection, does it not?”
“I see.”
An unusual ogre?
Ogres are indeed a humanoid race with horns.
And though it is incredibly rare, I have heard tell that it is possible for an ogre
to ultimately evolve into a form to more closely resembles a human: an oni.
It is possible that this ogre evolved enough that it was able to become an oni.
However, that is all I can speculate.
The only information Potimas offered me is a morsel that I likely could have
learned on my own with some investigation.
Oni are extremely rare, but I doubt that alone is enough in itself to garner
attention from both the Demon Lord and Potimas.
There must be something else they’re not telling me.
But no doubt, Potimas will remain tight-lipped, even if I press the issue.
 “Thank you for the information.”
“But of course. It is a trivial matter to share with a friend.”
Friend? Surely you mean pawn.
“I will contact you again if anything else happens.”
“Quite. I may need a favor from you in the future as well. If I do, I hope you’ll
indulge me.”
“Indeed.”
I end the call.
Immediately, just like after my meeting with the Demon Lord, exhaustion
assails me.
“Whew.”
“Good work, my lord.”
My secretary and I repeat the same exchange as when I first returned to the
room.
“Work, indeed. The Demon Lord and Potimas alike are truly taxing to deal
with, even in light conversation.”
Personally, I would prefer not to get involved with either of them.
But I have no choice in the matter.
The Demon Lord holds authority over all demons, and the elves have had a
powerful influence on the demon race’s revival.
From supplying food to providing new technology, the help of the elves has
been instrumental in getting the demon race back on its feet.
I knew that Potimas had motives of his own, but I was left with no other
options.
And since I owe him such a debt, I cannot turn against him…or so Potimas
undoubtedly believes.
“All of them assume I will do just as they please.”
I received an order from the Demon Lord, one that I did not relay to Potimas.
 To get rid of every elf in our lands.
“And the Demon Lord makes the most unreasonable demands.”
The realm of demons was saved thanks to the aid of the elves—at least, this is
the only part of the truth that most demons know. Many feel indebted to the
elves as a result.
And now we are to drive them out of our territory, even if we must use force?
The citizens might very well revolt.
If I obey the Demon Lord, there will be chaos in our ranks, and soon we will be
made to go to war against the humans.
Yet, if I defy her, she will simply take matters into her own hands.
Either choice will undoubtedly prove to be a thorny path.
The future of the demon race looks bleak.
And yet, I cannot give up. I must devise a way to survive, for the sake of my
race.
I will use any means I can to find a path to salvation, no matter how minute
that path might be.
Fortunately, the Demon Lord will leave this place in a matter of days.
Once she does, I can move a bit more freely.
The Demon Lord is heading to the heart of the demon realm: Phthalo. The
land that generations of demon lords have called home, ruled by Balto Phthalo.
Balto is a capable man but perhaps a bit too obedient.
His intellect keeps him from opposing the Demon Lord, as he knows all too
well what the result would be.
If only he were a bit more cunning, we might yet make better progress.
But that is fine for now.
Let him obey the Demon Lord and win her trust if he can.
I, on the other hand, am willing to get my hands dirty.
 I will pretend to obey the Demon Lord’s orders, while secretly maintaining a
connection with the elves, seeking a path to the demon race’s survival.
“I will survive and outwit the Demon Lord and the elves alike.”
No matter how difficult that might be.
 THE FORMER SWORD-KING REIGAR

I fought to the best of my ability.

Looking back on my life, over half of it has been spent on the battlefield, days
dyed the silver of cold steel and the red of fresh blood.
I was proud.
The sword-king, leader of the Renxandt Empire, humanity’s ultimate line of
defense. I thought myself the guardian of humanity.
I had a dream.
Someday, I would defeat the demons once and for all and bring about eternal
peace.
In my youth, I truly believed I could accomplish that.
But the world is not so easily swayed.
Death was a constant companion of mine.
Though the corpses of my enemies piled up endlessly, I saw as many of my
comrades join the Word of God.
I myself had a close brush with death countless times.
And soon I grew tired…
…of these endless days of battle, this perpetual dance with death.
I began to doubt.
Why must we fight?
Humans and demons sacrificing their lives to prolong an endless war.
They all die the same way: bloody, screaming, and full of regret.
 There is no room for hope or dreams on the battlefield. Only fighting.
I fought for my pride, for my dreams.
But soon, that all began to fade.
As I grew weary of spending my days at death’s side, I began to question the
point of the conflict.
And yet, I had no choice but to fight on.
For I was the sword-king.
The most powerful swordsman alive, leader of the Renxandt Empire.
Alongside my comrade, the most powerful mage alive, I was to lead mankind
to victory.
And to that end, I was fated to stand on the battlefield for the rest of my days.
“My occult powers exist to protect the innocent.”
Ever at my side, the peerless mage Ronandt spoke without a shadow of
doubt.
He stayed true to his beliefs and would not hesitate to use his power for
them.
I was envious of his simple, honest ways, the strength of his convictions and
belief in himself.
His willingness to unwaveringly fight for his ideals even while surrounded by
death.
Though he could occasionally be eccentric and unpredictable, the man called
Ronandt was unmistakably a hero.
Which is why I believed that as long as humanity had Ronandt, they would be
safe without me.
Although if I said as much to him, no doubt he would cry, What foolishness
are you spouting?!
And so, when the Demon Lord was defeated, I took my leave from society.
The fact that the demon race was at its limit, and thus both sides were left
without the strength to fight, only spurred me onward.
Without a war, I had no role to play.
I had spent more than half my life on the battlefield, so I excelled at swinging
my sword and commanding armies, but I have no gift for governing.
During battle, I can at least serve as a half-decent military leader.
But in an era without war, the people need a wise king who can keep the
empire stable, not one whose only talents lie on the field of battle.
I withdrew from the throne of sword-king, declared my son as my successor,
and left.
Perhaps I am being punished.
Or perhaps this is the reason I am here.
These past few days, I could tell that something was amiss in the mountains.
It was also clear that the cause of the chaos was coming my way.
The dragons who live in the Mystic Mountains attempted to stop it, but their
fight has been in vain, for the creature approaches ever closer, making no
attempt to mask its hostility.
I know not what will happen once it reaches this place, though given how
even the dragons could not stop it, I suppose what it’ll do next is a foregone
conclusion.
A savage devastation will befall these lands.
In these mountains, I alone have strength enough to oppose it.
That said, after long years away from the battlefield, I do not boast the power
I once had.
Even if I did, I cannot say for certain how I might fare against a creature that
even dragons could not hinder.
Still, I have no choice but to challenge this intruder.
I must repay the debt I owe this land for allowing me to live here quietly all
these years.
 “Urgh…”
I heave a loud sigh, hoping to expel the rust that has built up in my body
during my long absence from the battlefield.
As if to cast off the warmth I have amassed during these times of peace.
Everyone else has already been evacuated.
Fortunately, as the village is at the base of the Mystic Mountains, its
population is small.
It was a quick evacuation, so, at worst, even if the village is destroyed in the
coming clash, the loss of life will not be significant.
Of course, I would prefer to avoid that, so I am waiting some distance away
from the village.
I have already made preparations to intercept the enemy.
The armor I wore when I was sword-king is back in my homeland. It belongs
to the throne and the empire, not to me.
As I have abdicated the throne, I no longer have any right to it.
Instead, I wear my spare armor made by my own means.
It may not compare to the sword-king armor I left behind, but it is still first-
rate equipment: The entire set is made from rare dark-dragon remains.
Dark dragons, like light dragons, rarely show themselves to humans.
Dragons in general are seldom seen unless one enters their territory, but in
the case of dark and light dragons, their territory is not so easily defined.
My armor is believed to have been made of materials from a dark dragon that
a hero defeated by chance several generations past.
I left one other set of my own armor in the empire.
It has the ability to weaken the opponent.
All dragons can dampen the effects of magic, but dark dragons also have the
Curse attribute.
If you cut an opponent with a sword made from dark-dragon materials, it will
weaken their strength, as well as their magic.
With its latent ability to dampen magic, the sword can cut off the opponent’s
access to almost any spell.
The armor, too, has powerful defense against magic.
It has suited me well, as I am more proficient in close combat.
It still falls slightly short of my sword-king armor, a treasure of the empire
made of materials from a queen taratect that the former hero defeated at the
cost of nearly his entire army. Nonetheless, it is a powerful sword and suit of
armor undoubtedly coveted by many celebrated commanders.
Still, even if I had that armor with me now, I doubt it would bring me much
comfort.
After all, real dragons were unable to stop this creature.
Forcing back my anxiety, I check the state of my preparations yet again.
I am as ready as I can be.
I brought all my recovery potions as well: a high-grade potion that can heal
even a deadly wound in an instant, magic-and strength-recovery potions, and
even status-condition potions, all in the small Spatial Storage pouch hanging
from my waist.
The potions and the pouch itself are worth a small fortune, but as I am about
to face death, I will not hesitate to use them.
I am most likely going to die.
If the dragons could not stop this creature, I see no way of winning.
All I can do is buy as much time as I can so that the other villagers can escape.
I do not even know whether this sacrifice will have meaning.
Is there any amount of distance that will stop an opponent this powerful from
finding them?
My only fear now is not of my own death but of whether I will buy enough
time for them to flee.
 Whether my death will have meaning.
But surely it is better than doing nothing at all.
A death in battle is more fitting for me than simply aging and waiting to die.
Considering the countless lives taken by these hands, passing away peacefully
in my sleep would be an unfitting end, to say the least.
But I have accepted this.
Though the means by which I depart from this world may prove pointless, one
would be hard-pressed to find meaning in death or battle on the whole.
That is the conclusion I reached after escaping battle and knowing peace for a
time.
Ultimately, war has no meaning.
In the grander scheme, it may be for the sake of one’s land or people, but for
an individual, there is no meaning to be found in death.
All that matters is whether or not the circumstances of death can be
accepted.
And right now, I have accepted them.
That is good enough for me.
I have decided this will be the place where the man once known as the
Master of Swordsmanship will die.
With my resolve ironclad, I wait for my time to come.
And soon, it comes.
“This is a surprise,” I murmur without thinking.
From the imposing presence I felt, I expected any number of horrendous evil
spirits, but the creature before me is humanoid and looks to be a young boy.
But in spite of his youthful appearance, he has the aura of a man-eating fiend.
Simply facing him is enough to make me sweat within my armor.
It is as if all the evil and atrocity in the world has manifested into this one boy.
 “Graaaaaah!”
The devil howls.
At the same time, the dragon that was still fighting against him breathes its
last.
Hrmmm? The devil’s body glowed for just a moment. What was that?
Its wounds are healing?
Their battle must have been unthinkably fierce, for the dragon and devil alike
were covered in deep wounds, but the devil’s injuries have now disappeared in
a flash of light.
Perhaps he has mastered some kind of highly advanced healing magic,
although I have never heard of any so powerful as this.
At any rate, now that the injuries he sustained fighting the dragons have been
healed, I suppose my chances of winning are lower than ever.
I harbored some small hope, but it appears even that was misplaced.
“Nothing goes right in this world, does it?”
Hearing my voice, the devil whirls around and bounds toward me with
another fearsome howl.
“Graaaaaah!”
There will be no conversing with him, then.
Upon seeing his humanoid form, I thought there might be some chance we
could communicate and resolve things with words, but he shows no sign that he
understands speech at all.
Even if he did, there are some battles that one cannot avoid, like that against
the demons.
If anything, knowing that my opponent is so beast-like that he cannot be
reasoned with means that I can fight without hesitation.
“I am Reigar Baint Renxandt, Master of Swordsmanship, and I challenge
thee.”
 I doubt that my opponent understands my introduction, but as he is no doubt
about to kill me, I wished for him to hear my name.
I suppose this is another way of accepting death in battle.
Sure enough, the devil ignores my words and swings his swords.
I dodge one and parry the other.
Yes, the devil wields a sword in each hand.
While this allows the wielder more options for attacking, it is difficult to
maintain one’s offensive and defensive power in both hands, so it is a rarely
used style.
The devil’s swords are of unfamiliar make, as well: slender blades, slightly
curved.
They look far more oriented toward offense than defense, in accordance with
his two-sword style.
In fact, it seems as if he has abandoned defense entirely.
Charging recklessly into battle, heedless of whether his own body is injured… I
suppose that is how a devil should be.
If those two offense-oriented swords hit my own sword just right, they could
likely break it.
That’s how much power is behind his first attack.
In fact, any one of his attacks could easily end my life.
As if to prove it, the devil’s parried blade glides right through solid ground
without the least bit of resistance.
From the moment I first laid eyes on the beast, I knew he was stronger than I
was, so I already had my guard up, but this goes far beyond anything I
anticipated.
“Graaaaaah!”
The devil howls again.
Somehow, the sound itself impacts me like a heavy blow.
 Pain rushes into my ears, causing me physical agony.
Even without using skills, a mere howl is enough to cause this?
The devil stomps forward and swings his blades again.
I leap backward, dodging almost excessively to one side.
But the devil crosses all that hard-earned distance in a single step, landing in
the space I stood just moments ago.
Purple lightning springs forth in a line from the sword in his left hand.
I knew it. A magic sword.
And quite a powerful sort, at that.
Even after cutting through that dragon, his swords show not a hint of damage.
 Despite their thinness, it’s safe to say that these blades are quite sturdy.
So perhaps my assumption that they were not built for defense was false as
well. If I attack without taking that into consideration, it may well be my
undoing.
And though this devil may look to be swinging around on a reckless rampage,
his fighting style is more than just brute strength. Otherwise, he would not be
able to utilize the magic sword’s power.
Though it seems as if he’s lost his senses, the devil is making good use of
highly advanced techniques.
His swordsmanship lacks polish, but he does seem to have a strong grasp of
the basics.
No mindless beast could fight this way.
What a dangerous foe.
If he was simply going on a brute rampage, then he would be far easier to
deal with.
I must stay on my guard.
For all I know, this madness may just be an act. Every possibility needs to be
considered.
His stats are already far higher than mine.
No amount of caution would be too much.
The devil swings his swords.
A clumsy attack, like a child throwing a tantrum.
But if any one of those attacks was to land, that would be the end of me.
And even if his movements are amateurish, the speed of his swings is faster
than any ordinary person could see.
Even I, once known as the world’s greatest swordsman, can barely follow it
with my eyes.
Only by watching the devil’s movements and predicting the trajectory of his
blades can I parry or dodge his blows.
If I let my guard down even for an instant, my life will be forfeit.
“Graaaaaah!”
The devil howls angrily and swings the sword in his right hand.
Flames burst from the blade, covering the devil’s body.
So both of his swords are magic, not just the lightning sword in his left hand.
Still covered in flames, the devil raises his blades and charges.
But while a direct attack might be one thing, a radiant flame that does not
even burn its wielder is mere fodder for my dark-dragon equipment!
As soon as my magic sword touches the flames, the cursed power of the dark
dragon saps its energy, weakening the flames until they disappear.
Taking advantage of the devil’s surprise, I swing my blade and land a single
slash on his body.
But my cut is shallow, and his skin is tough.
Instead of the feeling of blade biting through flesh, I only feel my sword being
deflected by something hard. Far from flesh, my sword did not even pierce his
skin.
However, the dark dragon’s power reached him nonetheless.
Though I cannot see the difference, the dark dragon’s curse has undoubtedly
reduced his stats.
No matter how little the reduction, if I keep cutting him, I may eventually
weaken him to the point where my blade can break through his skin.
I know very well how difficult that will be, of course.
And I have no way of knowing whether I would be able to wound him even if I
could weaken him.
The dark dragon’s curse is powerful, but there is a limit to how much it can
reduce the target’s stats.
If I make it to that point, will I be able to harm him?
 And even if I can, I will still have to keep slashing until I manage to reduce his
HP.
My odds of success are next to none.
While I would have to land hundreds or even thousands of attacks to defeat
him, the devil needs to strike me only once.
My sole chance rests on carrying out a long battle in which I cannot let down
my guard for a moment.
Even then, I do not know if I would win at all.
I have never fought such a difficult battle, even when I was sword-king.
But I knew that from the beginning.
The fact that I can see even the most miniscule chance of victory is better
fortune than I expected.
I will buy time, just as I planned.
If my opponent had been an enormous creature like a dragon, I might not
have even been able to do that much.
But the fiend is humanoid and lacking in skill.
If I can buy time against him despite being far inferior in stats, then perhaps
that is the best I could have hoped for.
So I will continue to buy time, all while clinging to the faintest hope of victory.
Even if I have to use every last technique I mastered in my time as the Master
of Swordsmanship.
How much time has gone by?
It feels as if an instant and an eternity have passed all at once.
This devil is by far the strongest opponent I have ever faced.
And this is likely the longest battle I have fought, besides.
How many times has the sun risen and fallen?
Since I have had to put aside all nonessential thoughts, I’ve long since lost
track.
 The more I focus, the more I feel as if my awareness is fading.
I forgot my purpose, all so that I might lend that much more focus to the fight.
My very identity has been sacrificed to the cause. I am but a body forged for
battle.
I never imagined that, at this age, I would attain even greater heights of
swordsmanship.
Cutting through lightning. It would have been nice to pass this experience
down to an apprentice, though I doubt whether any would be able to imitate it.
Ah, but the end is near.
The fact that I am having these thoughts is proof enough of that.
I pushed myself to the limits and abandoned all thoughts to focus on the
battle, but that state of mind is already fading.
For I am reaching the end of my stamina.
I’ve warded off every one of the devil’s attacks: the slashing swords, the
fearsome flames, the violent flashes of lightning, all of it.
But though I avoided any direct hits, I have still taken damage.
Parrying the devil’s swords has worn on my bones.
The flames have singed my skin.
And the flash and crack of the lightning and thunder assail my senses.
My dark-dragon armor, which protected me countless times over the course
of the battle, has gradually lost its shape and no longer has the strength to do
so.
Fortunately, by sacrificing that armor, I have been able to wear out the devil’s
magic power.
Not long before the armor broke, the devil stopped using his magic swords’
abilities. I assume that he ran out of magic and can no longer activate them.
By sacrificing my armor, I was also able to recover from my wounds in the
precious few gaps between the devil’s attacks to drink healing potions, as well
as magic and strength potions.
I had packed my Spatial Storage pouch with as many potions as it would hold
—enough to fight continuously for two or three days.
And I am confident that I have fought to the best of my ability all this time.
In fact, I may even have shown more power over the course of this battle
than I ever did in my heyday.
Though my sword grew rusty after so much time away from the battlefield, it
is as if it has returned to its full power and more.
I have sharpened my skills beyond even their previous state, if only because
nothing less would be enough to reach my opponent.
Yet even now, I cannot defeat him.
With every move, I feel my muscles tear and my bones splinter.
With every breath, I taste blood. I wince with pain.
That I am still on my feet is nothing short of a miracle.
Though it seems the miracle is at an end.
My armor has broken, and I’ve drained every last one of my stock of potions.
I even drank the status condition recovery potions, if only to slake my thirst
and sate my hunger.
I cannot move another step.
Yet I will not lower my sword.
Even now that it is cracked beyond repair and will not bear another blow.
These are to be my last thoughts.
I fought to the best of my ability and beyond.
This must be what it means to truly fight to the death.
I came close to death on the battlefield many times, but this is the first time I
have ever expended my strength to its very limits, both physically and mentally.
In training, I exhausted myself to the point of collapse.
 I have been knocked unconscious by near-fatal wounds.
But none of them was as deadly as this fatigue.
My body is truly in tatters.
Yet my heart is strangely light.
Perhaps it is because, in this battle with the devil, I have cast aside the
unnecessary.
No dreams, no pride, just the pure strength of the sword.
I swing the blade with all my might, feeling no sense of duty or fear of death.
Yes, this is a far more fitting end for me than any peaceful death in sleep.
For even after all my time away from the battlefield, I am still overjoyed at the
chance to fight to the fullest.
In the end, I had no choice but to live by the sword and die by the sword.
And what could be more fortunate than to accept that fate in death?
Most who fall in battle die without meaning, without accepting their lot in
life.
I do not know if there was any meaning in this sacrifice. But I can accept it.
Perhaps that is why, although I wagered my soul on this battle and am still
about to suffer a total defeat, I do not feel resentment.
In fact, I feel happiness.
Yet, now that I can no longer take another step, the devil does not strike me
down.
We simply stare at each other, face-to-face, neither moving an inch.
A strange silence engulfs us. Abruptly, the devil relaxes his stance and lowers
his head.
Perhaps he has returned to his senses…or has he?
The devil’s body still radiates a fearsome aura.
I know not where this fiend came from or what happened in his past.
 But after crossing swords for so long, I have come to understand him.
He must have gone through some terrible tragedy in his past, judging by the
silent wail I sensed in his throat, and his sword blows spoke of unbearable
sadness and rage.
Though he had lost his senses and knew only battle, some part of him
lamented his lack of control.
And during our battle, I could see that he was learning from my
swordsmanship.
The devil’s proficiency with a blade improved over the course of the battle so
much that he is leagues above his initial amateurish skill.
To continue to strive for improvement in the midst of battle, even in the grips
of madness, is nigh unthinkable.
His swordcraft sharpened with every strike, his movements became ever
more efficient, and he became an infinitely more formidable opponent as time
passed.
In the end, it was all I could do just to parry his strikes; counterattacking was
no longer an option.
Simply parrying and dodging continues to become more difficult.
He must truly have a gift to be able to improve so greatly in such little time.
In that regard, I cannot help but feel regret.
If he had not been ruled by madness, if I could have taught him properly, he
could have reached the very pinnacle of swordsmanship.
I doubt I ever would have thought such a thing about someone who was
trying to kill me until now.
“The Divine Sword title, proof of mastery of the blade. I pass it on to you.”
I open my mouth and speak to the devil.
He looks up and raises his swords again.
An instant later, my sword breaks, and the last of my strength leaves my
body.
 Only when I see the splash of blood do I realize I have been cut.
“Magnificent.”
I have no other words.
I cannot pass down all the techniques I honed in this life of mine.
But in this battle, I showed my opponent many of them.
If I can leave behind even a few of those, then I am happy.
I lived by the blade, and now I shall die by the blade.
Though I doubted the meaning of fighting for so long, I have finally come to
terms with it.
Ronandt. My comrade. My friend.
If you bore witness to this death of mine, you would surely lecture me for
being so irresponsible.
But I am satisfied.
Irresponsible though it may be, I leave the empire…and humanity…in your
hands.

“Ahhh-choo!”
“The hell?! That’s disgusting, Master! You got your gross spit all over me!”
“Hngh. My apologies. Someone must have been talking about me.”
“All bad things, I’m sure.”
“What nonsense! If you bothered to listen more closely, no doubt the masses
are praising my name!”
“Oh yeah, sure. Wait, Master, are you crying?”
“Hmm? How strange. Perhaps some dust got into my eye during that sneeze.”
“Must’ve been some big freaking piece of dust to make you cry.”
“Quiet, you. Here, have some extra homework.”
“What?! You demon! Maybe I’ll just kill you and escape from this hell!”
 “Wah-ha-ha! There is no time for rest on the path to the heights of occultism!
You won’t see me dying until I reach the top!”
 ARRIVAL AT THE DEMON LORD’S CASTLE

We stayed at the Colonel’s place for a few days, then headed out.
We may have finally reached the demon realm, but it’s a pretty big place, so
we still have to find a place where we can actually settle down. The Colonel’s
lands border human territory, so it’s not an ideal place for royalty like the
Demon Lord to set up camp.
I was feeling pretty low about having to take another long journey in that
stupid bouncy carriage, but it turned out I was wrong. Our destination was
super-close to the border.
I mean, it took us several years to cross the span of humanity’s domain, so
wouldn’t most people assume it would take just as long to cross the demon
realm?
But apparently it takes only a week—just seven days. And that’s going at a
mellow pace, too.
Hmm. Yeah, I guess seven days by carriage is a bit of a distance, but since I
was bracing myself for a year or more, this seems easy by comparison.
“The Demon Lord’s not your average ruler, y’know? I gotta fight on the front
lines. So obviously my castle has to be close to the border for that reason,
among others.”
That’s straight from the Demon Lord’s mouth.
Right. I guess in this world, the Demon Lord doesn’t just wait around in a
castle like the final boss of an RPG.
In fact, this one leaves her castle all the time!
Can you imagine what kind of impossible game would have a demon lord who
leaves the castle and chases you down on the overworld map?
Just stay in the castle, dammit!
Otherwise it’s not a demon lord’s castle at all!
Plus, this one didn’t even leave the castle to kill a hero—she left to kill ME!
Remembering that kinda makes me mad, so I try to smack the Demon Lord on
the head, but she dodges me easily.
Grrrr! If only I still had power! Then I could slap that smug little head of hers!
Power! Give me powerrr!
“And what exactly are you doing?”
As I reach out longingly for power, Vampy gives me a cold glare.
Stop! Don’t look at me like that!
If a pretty little girl like you glares at me, it might awaken some new darkness
within!
No, just kidding, it won’t.
Anyway, while I was having that stupid exchange in my head, we arrived at
the Demon Lord’s castle.
In total defiance of the image that phrase evokes, it’s actually super-gorgeous.
The place is so beautiful and magnificent that if it was on Earth, it’d probably
be officially recognized as a World Heritage Site.
Magnificent is one thing, but why is it beautiful…?
Isn’t a demon lord’s castle supposed to be more, y’know, spooky?
“Some demon lord’s castle that is.”
See? Vampy’s not feeling it, either.
Incidentally, there’s a lovely little castle town, too.
Although the atmosphere’s a bit dampened by the giant wall around the
outermost perimeter. It’s like a fortress wall, really.
But can you blame them?
 There are monsters and stuff in this world. It’s dangerous not to have walls to
keep them out. Besides, this is the Demon Lord’s turf, so they might even get
attacked by humans.
So it makes sense that they would need a nice, sturdy wall for defense.
Anyway, the castle town inside those walls is the biggest I’ve ever seen, I
think.
The towns and cities in this world are pretty tiny, since they have to be walled
in and all.
You gotta make the walls first, then the rest of the town.
So of course the size of every settlement is limited to the size of the walled
area.
They can add on to the walls to expand, but that has its limits, too, so most
towns and even cities in this world are pretty small.
From that perspective, the Demon Lord’s castle town is actually so big, I don’t
even know what to make of it.
The biggest place I’ve seen so far in this world is the capital of Sariella. Being
the capital of a major country and all, it was pretty darn big.
But this castle town puts it to shame.
I don’t know exactly how big either of them is, so this is just an estimate, but I
think the castle town must be at least twice the size of that capital.
And that’s just my impression from going from the outer wall straight to the
castle, so it might be even bigger for all I know.
It’s times like these that I wish I could still look at the map with Panoptic
Vision.
Back when I had my skills, I could use Panoptic Vision and other sense-
enhancing skills to find out the measurements of distance around me without
even really trying.
But now, no matter how hard I concentrate, I can see only as far as my
average field of vision—until something blocks it, that is.
 In a town like this, that means I can pretty much see only what’s right in front
of my face.
I feel pretty helpless, to be honest.
I know that’s just how it is, but I can’t help being frustrated that I can no
longer do all the things I used to be able to do.
Gotta hurry up and master the use of my power so I can get my old abilities
back.
While I’m busy being lost in thought, we arrive at our destination.
The Demon Lord’s castle—no, a fancy house nearby.
It’s not as impressive as the castle, but it’s still a beautiful palace-like manor
that would easily land on the cultural heritage list.
“So we’re not even going to the castle?” Vampy grumbles, but her mood
quickly recovers as she looks at the palace with sparkling eyes.
At times like these, Vampy actually reacts the way a little girl is supposed to.
It’s a lot more charming than the way she always sits around polishing her
broadsword and grinning like a maniac.
What, me? Come on—I’m about function over fashion, that’s all.
Anyway, we’re being brought to a parlor room now.
It seems like we’ll be staying in here, actually, so maybe it’s more like a guest
room?
From what I hear, we’re staying in guest rooms because the master of the
house is away and might not be back for a while.
The butler in charge of the palace didn’t want to keep us waiting in the parlor
forever, so he kindly prepared guest rooms for each of us.
Damn, this guy’s good!
I wonder who’s a better butler, him or Mera?
Well, he looks like he’s around his forties, just like the Colonel, but since he’s
a demon, he’s probably actually lived a really long life.
 He might have the advantage over Mera in terms of experience.
“All righty. Well, let’s figure out our plans for the future before the master of
the house gets back.”
We all got our own rooms, but for now, we’re gathering in the Demon Lord’s
room to talk about what to do next.
Although we already discussed it a bit on the way here, so we’re mostly just
reaffirming that.
“Firstly, once I meet with the master of the house, I’ll be moving to the castle.
Ael and Merazophis, you’ll come with me.”
The Demon Lord is going to the Demon Lord’s castle.
The person who lives here is currently in charge of the Demon Lord’s castle,
or in fact all of demonkind, since the Demon Lord has been away. Once they
meet up, the Demon Lord will probably take over those duties again.
Makes sense. That is her job, after all.
The problem is that she’s bringing Ael, who’s normally the one in charge of
reining in her crazy siblings.
Are the other three puppet spiders gonna be okay without her? I’m a little
concerned.
On the other hand, Vampy doesn’t just look concerned. She looks outright
furious.
That makes sense, too. Mera’s going to the Demon Lord’s castle without her.
Normally, as her servant, he’s supposed to be at Vampy’s side at all times.
But I think because of Vampy’s attitude, the Demon Lord’s decided that it
would be best to keep Mera away from her for a while.
Her whole yandere thing has gotten pretty severe over the years.
I think the Demon Lord’s probably got the right idea of giving them a little
cooling-off period, then trying to raise the baby bloodsucker to be a bit more
levelheaded.
Yeah, it’s a logical decision.
 But logic doesn’t work on a crazy yandere, so I don’t know how well this is
gonna go.
“The rest of you will stay here. I’ll assign a private tutor to Sophia and then
have her start going to school once she’s old enough.”
At this, Vampy’s scowl gets even darker.
Evidently, the demon realm has schools and stuff, too, and the academy here
is where all the kids of noble families go.
Vampy will have to start attending soon, so for now she’s going to be
educated by a private tutor first.
She’s a reincarnation and all, so she was able to learn some things on the way
here. I’m sure she’ll do fine in school, grades-wise.
But the main goal in sending Vampy to the academy isn’t to get an education
—it’s to expand her circle of friends and cure her of her yandere ways!
Will it work? Probably not, but you never know!
But while I’ve already more or less given up, the Demon Lord seems pretty
serious about her plan to rehabilitate Vampy.
Yeah, good luck with that. If anyone can do it, it’s you, I’m sure.
“And then there’s White, who’s sitting there like this has nothing to do with
her! I’m gonna give you work to do, too, so don’t let me down!”
Wait…what?!
You’re gonna put ME to work?!
Okay, I’m overreacting, but seriously. You want me to work?
You know what I’m like now, right? I hate to admit it, but I’m a totally useless
piece of junk at the moment, okay?
Huh? That’s weird. There’s some sort of strange, salty liquid coming out of my
eyes.
“If you don’t work, you don’t eat—that’s how the rule goes! So obviously we
gotta have you pay with your body, White.”
 The Demon Lord grins wickedly as she comes closer.
Uh, hang on a sec. Between that phrasing and that face, are you saying you’re
gonna sell me?
Am I gonna have to do a bunch of unspeakable things in some sketchy place?!
I get up to flee from the Demon Lord’s evil hand, but in my fragile state, the
difference between our speeds is laughable.
She grabs me from behind easily, then gropes my chest.
“Hey, these are pretty nice!”
EEEEP! Stop it—let go of me! I didn’t agree to this!
“That’s enough.”
“Oof!”
All at once, I’m released from the Demon Lord’s grasp.
Turning around, I see her head, or rather her hair, being yanked back by
Vampy.
I appreciate you saving me, but doesn’t that seem a little harsh?
You’re gonna do some serious damage to the Demon Lord’s roots, there.
But she did rescue me, and she also looks super-pissed right now, so I’m not
gonna say anything like that to her.
I’m a girl who knows how to read the room.
“Ow, owww. Fine, that’s enough joking. I was just gonna ask you to make
thread for me, okay, White? Just make as much of it as you can. If you could
craft some high-defense clothes out of it, that would be even better.”
The Demon Lord rubs the back of her head as she reveals her true intentions.
…Come on—you’ve got Suffering Nullification. That probably didn’t even hurt.
Thread, though, huh?
During the Mystic Mountains incident, I regained the ability to produce
thread.
 It kinda reawakened when we were in a life-and-death crisis. Pretty cliché, if I
do say so myself.
Anyway, it was sorta like an emergency-induced feat of supernatural strength,
but I tested some things out afterward and found that I can produce it
whenever I want.
Unfortunately, though, none of my other abilities have come back, and
producing the thread is all I can do with it.
Yeah, I can make it move a tiny bit, but I can’t slice up an opponent or tie
them up instantly like I used to be able to do.
And I can decide whether to make it sticky or not, but I can’t fine-tune it the
way I used to with my skills before.
Why would the Demon Lord have any use for such a limited ability?
“Take a look at this. It’s thread that you made, White.”
The Demon Lord produces a piece of thread and starts pulling it with both
hands.
“Hnnngh!”
Given how high her stats are, the thread instantly…doesn’t break?
“Rrrgh! Whew. So yeah, you see?”
After tugging red-faced on the thread for a little while, the Demon Lord gives
up and wheezes.
I stare at her in shock.
“I can’t break the thread you make, even if I use all my strength. And its
Appraisal results just say ‘Cannot be Appraised.’ That means that your thread
exists outside the system, White. You made it this strong without the benefit of
the system. Which also means that it’s resistant to any actions taken within the
system. I don’t know exactly how strong that resistance is just yet, but it’s
definitely really tough. Tougher than any thread I can make with my skills.”
Say what?!
My thread is stronger than the Demon Lord’s Divine Thread Weaving?
 Now, that’s unexpected.
When I was experimenting, I was more concerned with what I could do with
the thread than the properties of the thread itself.
But I guess the Demon Lord focused on the thread instead.
I was so preoccupied with the things I couldn’t do that I didn’t even realize
that the thread itself was stronger than what I used to make.
Enough that it’d make exceptionally good material for armor.
“To start, I’d like you to make enough thread for everyone in this room. I’ll
leave Riel and Fiel with you to help make the clothes themselves, so you can let
them take care of that part. Also, it’d be great if you could make a little extra for
research. Basically, I just want you to focus on making thread for a while,
White.”
Ooh, I see. So that’s what she meant by pay with your body.
Well, that’s fine by me.
I still haven’t really done much research with it myself, since I figured I could
make more thread later.
It’s hard to do much when you’re on the road, after all.
Now that I can settle down and do some experimenting, I might even make
some new discoveries.
I used to do that kind of thing whenever I got new skills.
And this thread of mine is a completely new power, so the rules of skills don’t
even apply anymore.
Since it’s not standardized like a skill would be, thinking of it in terms of what
it can and can’t do might be wrong in the first place. Skills have clear limitations
to what they can accomplish, but those limits don’t matter to me anymore.
Even if I can’t do certain things now, I might be able to in the future.
The possibilities are endless. It all depends on my own effort and creativity.
I guess when I think about it that way, it is a little exciting.
 Besides, if I keep producing lots of thread, I might figure out how to use some
of my other abilities, too.
Producing thread is a function the human body doesn’t have.
In other words, I’m using magic of some kind to create it.
Whether I’m aware of it or not, that means there’s some mysterious power at
work.
If I can get a better sense of this power, then I might be able to reproduce
other abilities, too.
However, I’m now able to produce thread as naturally as moving my body, so
it won’t be easy to figure out how it works.
People don’t normally need to put any thought into moving their hands and
feet, and even if they did, it wouldn’t help them better understand how it
happened, exactly.
But if I give up just because it’s hard, then I’ve already lost!
So from now on, I’ll be a thread-making machine!
Once I nod my affirmation, the Demon Lord addresses the last unassigned
person.
“Sael, you’ll be Sophia’s bodyguard.”
Sael only does what she’s told, so she has to be paired up with someone or
she won’t even move.
Since the role of bodyguard requires directions only in emergency situations,
it’s the perfect role for Sael, as usual.
That said, Vampy doesn’t look thrilled being paired up with Sael.
Huh? Hey, wait a second.
Doesn’t that mean I’m stuck looking after the other two problem children?
My eyes widening, I look at Riel and Fiel in horror.
Riel is a natural weirdo, and Fiel is violent and energetic.
Even right now, Riel is wearing a smile that makes it impossible to tell what
she’s thinking, while Fiel is smiling like she’s not thinking about anything at all.
I’m gonna be working with these two?
Will I really be able to get anything done?
…Hoo, boy.
The lord of the mansion wound up returning late at night.
He’s a young man, or at least he appears to be.
But since demons live longer than humans, it’s impossible to tell what his
actual age is.
Since he seems very composed despite his young appearance, he might be a
lot older than he looks.
“Always a pleasure to see you again, O Demon Lord.”
The man kneels in front of the Demon Lord.
His expression is calm, but it looks to me like he’s actually pretty nervous.
“Mm-hmm, good work.” The Demon Lord smiles cheerfully. “You been
keeping busy?”
“Yes, quite. But I felt it of the utmost importance to prioritize greeting you
upon your return, O Demon Lord.”
The man seems taken aback by the Demon Lord’s attitude.
Oh, I get it. He probably knows her only from before she got mixed up with
my former body brain.
I didn’t exactly have any real conversations with the Demon Lord before then,
but she definitely seemed a lot different.
If you were familiar with the old Demon Lord, then the difference probably
seems a lot more drastic.
The fact that the Colonel didn’t even blink at that makes me think it’s likely
he’s up to no good after all.
Although if just saying good work was enough to surprise the man this much,
how exactly did she act toward him before?
 “Thanks. Since I brought some new folks, y’mind introducing yourself to
them?”
The man stands obediently and bows his head toward us.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Balto Phthalo, in charge of the
Phthalo region.”
“Balto’s basically the archduke who mediates among all the demons, so if you
need anything, he’s your guy.”
Hmm.
So he’s the second-most-important demon after the Demon Lord, huh?
The Colonel seemed like he symbolized the military might of the borderlands,
so maybe Balto is more about politics.
He totally acts like a government official, for one thing.
After we’ve all been introduced, they discuss the future for a bit. Sounds like
the group moving to the Demon Lord’s castle should be able to do that without
a problem.
However, Mera and Ael won’t be able to work directly under the Demon Lord.
There aren’t any positions for them that report to the Demon Lord herself,
and it’ll take some time to reorganize things for them.
I guess that makes sense, since the Demon Lord’s been away for years.
So for now, Ael will be stationed at the Demon Lord’s side as her assistant,
and Mera will temporarily be assigned to the Fourth Army.
Mera himself is the one who wanted to be part of the army. I guess he
thought he’d be better off there than at the Demon Lord’s side.
It must still be bothering him that he wasn’t able to put up much of a fight
against Mr. Oni in the Mystic Mountains.
Balto is personally in charge of the Fourth Army, which is usually assigned to
defend this area, the Phthalo region.
The reason the capital city’s army isn’t number one is that number one is
usually stationed at the border abutting human lands.
 In other words, the Colonel’s men are army number one.
Anyway, the rest of us leftovers get permission to live in this mansion. We
even get to stay in the rooms we’re using right now.
Vampy’s personal tutor will be assigned in the next few days, too.
We’re all taken care of.
The Demon Lord’s got some serious pull.
Between her physical and political power, she might actually be the strongest
person I know.
Thus, our journey came to an end.
From this point on, each of us will start working toward our own goals.
The Demon Lord will work to bring the demons together and start a war
against the humans.
Vampy will work to grow up healthy, uh, both physically and mentally.
I’ll work to regain the powers I lost.
We each have a goal.
Our battle has only just begun!
 THE OLD BUTLER’S FRIGHTFUL

EXPERIENCE

I am the head butler of the house of Duke Phthalo.

Presumptuous though it may sound, I have served the duke for many years
and earned the title of head butler, and I am confident that my work has been
impeccable.
Both in my public job as butler and my private job of protecting the duke.
As he controls the land that contains the Demon Lord’s castle, Duke Phthalo
has many enemies: both his political opponents among fellow demons and the
humans who often infiltrate our territory.
Among the ranks of humans are those known as the inquisitors of the Word
of God religion, who root out and exterminate demons in human lands, but
alas, we demons have no such profession.
Instead, each region must locate and remove human intruders on their own.
Thus, as protectors of our employers and their homes, we butlers must have
the strength to execute such duties.
There are times when we must put our lives on the line and fight to protect
our masters, as well.
I myself have routed many a foe since the previous duke’s time.
While many of my comrades, my elders, and even my juniors have fallen in
battle, I have managed to serve the house of the duke all the way into my old
age.
Whether the assassins be demon or human, it takes no small amount of
ability to infiltrate the heart of the demon realm, so there have been many
close calls.
But it may be that my time is nearly upon me.
I am the head butler of the house of Duke Phthalo.
Though all demons serve the Demon Lord by nature, my greatest loyalty lies
with Duke Phthalo.
As such, it would be unthinkable for me not to investigate the backgrounds of
those guests who are currently staying in the duke’s home.
Even if they are the Demon Lord’s companions.
But the results would send shivers down anyone’s spine.
Though I take pride in my abilities, I fear I must prepare myself for death.
That is how exceptional these girls are.
Nighttime.
It is late enough that any normal person should be in bed, but I cannot sleep.
Since I gained the Exhaustion Nullification skill after extensive training,
nighttime has become an important time for me to work.
The Exhaustion Resistance skill allows one to go without sleep much longer
than the average person, but with the Exhaustion Nullification skill, one does
not need any sleep whatsoever.
The last time I slept was… Goodness, how long has it been? So long that I
cannot even remember.
Of course, it took a great deal of effort to obtain such a valuable skill.
My training, which involved fighting off sleepiness with all my might and
clinging to consciousness by a thread, was quite difficult indeed.
It pains me that young Master Balto has gained the same Exhaustion
Nullification at his age, without even training in order to do so.
The sight of him working so hard with nary an hour to sleep troubles my
heart.
 It is for his sake that I must ascertain whether our current guests mean any
harm.
Carrying no lantern, I look around the familiar sights of the duke’s mansion.
I have no need for a light source thanks to my Night Vision skill. Even without
it, I know this place so well that I could undoubtedly navigate with my eyes
closed.
In the dark of night, I search the house to ensure that nothing is amiss.
And soon enough, I reach the area that houses the guest rooms.
My throat growing dry with tension, I swallow nervously.
But I do not stop walking, following my usual rounds.
First, I pass by three of the guest rooms without stopping.
There are currently five guests staying in the duke’s home, but three of them
are generally to be found near the other two, rarely entering their own rooms.
Thus, these three rooms have gone virtually untouched. We have been
cleaning them in the afternoon, but it appears that they have barely been used
at all.
After passing these first three rooms, I arrive at the rooms that do contain
guests.
With my Presence Perception skill, I can tell there are two guests within the
first room.
One is sitting in a corner of the room, not moving an inch.
The other is sitting in a chair in the center of the room.
Not sleeping, despite the late hour.
When I realize this, I cannot help but feel disappointment, as usual.
Yes, as usual. This guest has not slept a wink since her arrival.
I am all but certain that she, too, must have the Exhaustion Nullification skill,
though I cannot understand how she acquired it at such a young age.
But if she is awake, then I cannot sneak into her room and search her
belongings.
I would never do such a thing for any indecent purposes, of course!
I wish only to confirm whether she has brought anything dangerous or
perhaps discover anything that might hint as to the true nature of these visitors.
Though of course, in the case of the former, she has already quite brazenly
brought in a large broadsword, so I suppose I cannot do anything about that.
Truly, while I have witnessed many a high-quality weapon in my years of
service to the duke, that broadsword is by far one of the finest I have ever seen.
And I am quite well versed in this subject, so my eyes cannot be easily deceived.
A single swing of that sword could very well be worth as much as this
mansion, could it not? For any weapon that powerful bears an extraordinary
value.
And yet, this guest has placed it in her room with no effort to hide it, leaving
me uneasy in many ways.
Normally, I would simply confirm that the guest is awake and move on, but at
this rate, I will never uncover any information, so I decide to embark on a little
adventure.
And so I walk up to the door and lightly knock.
“Oh? Do come in.”
The voice from within the room sounds curious and quickly grants me
permission to enter.
“Pardon the intrusion.”
As I open the door as quietly as possible, the room is still dark, but my
perception was correct: Lady Sophia is seated at the table in the center of the
room, and Lady Sael is crouching in the corner.
“What prompted you to knock tonight? Usually you just walk on by.”
At her casual words, a part of me is more vindicated than surprised.
As I suspected, she aware of my nighttime rounds.
I was hiding my presence all along, but it seems that was not enough to keep
Lady Sophia from being aware of my activities.
Though Lady Sophia appears quite young, perhaps she is much older than she
looks.
That is the only explanation I can conceive of for her Exhaustion Nullification
and the fact that she sensed my presence. For how could someone that young
ever gain such advanced skills?
But even if that is the case, I cannot begin to guess what exactly she might be.
We demons live longer than humans, but the rate of our growth is the same,
so demon children’s appearances match their age. Therefore, I doubt she is a
demon.
If she were an elf or had any elf blood, her ears would inevitably be pointed to
some degree, but Lady Sophia’s ears are unremarkably round.
Which means that either she really is the age she appears, or else she is of
some mythical race, like those spoken of in folklore.
I always assumed that races such as vampires and dragonkin were the stuff of
stories and nothing more, but the Demon Lord is living proof that some of the
stories are true.
She is the oldest of the Divine Beasts spoken of in legend.
A mythical being who has lived since ancient times.
From what I have heard, she is of a race closely related to spiders.
And since Lady Sophia came accompanying the Demon Lord, it is possible that
she, too, belongs to some mythical race.
But realistically, it is hard to believe that such rare and legendary beings
would exist in such numbers.
Which means one must assume that she really is the age that she appears.
And yet, if that is true, it calls into question how she could have such
remarkable abilities.
I cannot tell what the truth might be.
It is my role to investigate, but since Lady Sophia is already well aware of my
movements, my only choice is to patiently try to draw out information over
time instead of attempting anything foolish.
That is why I have entered this room tonight.
“My apologies, Lady Sophia. Whenever I go about making my nightly rounds,
you always seem to be awake, so I was growing concerned.”
“Ah, yes. I do sleep when I feel so inclined, but the mood hasn’t struck me
lately.”
Oh? So she does sleep when she wishes.
But this is hardly cause for celebration.
Even if Lady Sophia was to fall asleep, the other would likely stay awake.
I glance at the corner of the room, where Lady Sael stares at me without the
slightest twitch.
She seems almost more like a doll than a human.
But I suppose that is because she really is a doll.
Though I have yet to learn the true natures of Lady Sophia and Lady White, I
have uncovered the identities of the other three during these past few days of
investigation.
Though I suppose I didn’t exactly “uncover” them so much as they were
simply revealed to me…
Evidently, these three girls are monsters known as puppet taratects.
Their bodies are mere puppets, with their real forms being small spider
monsters. The spiders sit inside the remarkably human-looking dolls,
manipulating them from within.
As they are kin to the Demon Lord, it is only natural that they should be spider
monsters, I suppose.
Now that I know their true identities, I find them a bit easier to deal with than
Lady Sophia or Lady White.
…Although knowing that also makes them all the more frightening.
 I must confess that even now, as Lady Sael stares at me, I do feel a bit of fear.
“Sorry about that. Her job is technically to be my bodyguard, so she won’t let
her guard down around people she doesn’t trust.”
“It is I who should apologize. It was quite objectionable of me to enter a lady’s
room at such a late hour.”
I’ve now been bluntly told that I am untrustworthy.
I suppose that was inevitable. If someone is sneaking around the house every
night, it would be stranger not to be wary of them. Though for me, it is a simple
matter of security, she must have found it strange if she sensed my presence.
“I patrol the mansion every night as a security measure, so I will continue to
pass through the hallway around this hour. Please pay me no mind.”
“Of course. As long as you don’t try anything suspicious, that is.”
I suppose pressing the matter any further will only make her warier of me.
For now, since I at least gained the information that any careless moves will
be counterproductive, I will consider this a win.
“Forgive my impertinence, but I do feel that it would be in your best interest
to sleep at night if at all possible, if only for the sake of your health and growth.
I bid you good night.”
Surely I can get away with giving that small piece of advice.
They do say that lack of sleep is bad for a child’s growth, so I have stated
nothing but the truth.
I know not what Lady Sophia does at night, but if she really is the age she
appears to be, surely it would be best for her to sleep.
At any rate, as long as she has Lady Sael at her side, I cannot make any
reckless moves, regardless of whether Lady Sophia is awake or not.
If Lady Sophia ever displays ill will toward the duke’s household, then I shall
have to be strong, but otherwise I will strive to keep my investigation from
causing her to view me as an enemy.
Leaving Lady Sophia’s room, I move toward the next guest room.
 However, when I probe inside, I sense one waking presence here as well.
Lady White appears to be asleep, but there is something awake next to her
bed.
Something?
“?!”
I must commend myself for not screaming at this moment.
For just then, a black shadow suddenly lowers itself in front of me, stopping in
midair directly in front of my face.
A single spider, small enough to fit in one’s palm.
The spider occupies most of my field of vision.
It is right before the tip of my nose, nearly close enough to be touching.
I reflexively take a step back.
As if in response, it smoothly moves back toward the ceiling.
It must have lowered itself from the ceiling with thread too thin for my eyes
to see.
When I look up at the ceiling, there is Lady Riel, staring at me with vacant
eyes.
Her mouth is wide open as she sticks to the ceiling.
No, I suppose what is sticking to the ceiling is only Lady Riel’s doll. The spider
itself that is moving back toward the doll is Lady Riel’s real body.
The spider skitters into the open mouth and disappears.
Her mouth closes, her throat moves as if swallowing, and her head slowly
turns at an angle no human could ever re-create.
It’s just a doll. It’s just a doll!
I must keep reminding myself of that, as the sight is simply too horrifying to
bear.
Even though I know it is a doll, instinctive fear grips me all the same.
 Studying me with a sidelong glance, Lady Riel turns her head again, this time
returning to a normal position…except that her head is facing backward.
Her head still turned around, Lady Riel scuttles along the ceiling, then the wall
until she reaches the floor.
Then, with her head staying in the same position, she twists the rest of her
body around.
Only then does her head finally return to a normal angle.
With that, Lady Riel opens the guest-room door and goes inside, as if nothing
strange had just transpired.
I watch her go, somehow resisting the desire to collapse on the floor, and
instead walk forward.
I have no idea what Lady Riel was trying to do.
But every night, whenever I pass by this place, Lady Riel always appears.
And always with some unfathomable action, like what she did just now.
It was these very actions that allowed me to determine that Lady Riel is a
puppet taratect. So are Lady Sael and Lady Fiel, but it is bad for my heart to be
frightened thus each night.
Especially as she always manages to get close to me without my sensing her
at all.
Is this meant as a warning?
Her behavior is so bizarre that I cannot begin to guess her intentions.
And so every night, at this hour, I feel as if my very life is at risk.
For all I know, she might someday kill me on a whim.
Sigh.
Well, it appears that I have survived this night.
I suppose I shall go and make my report to Master Balto about tonight’s
events.
“Hey, old-timer.”
 “What is it, Master Balto?”
“These reports of yours read like genuine horror stories…”
“What a coincidence. I was thinking the very same thing as I wrote them.”
“…I see.”
“At any rate, I must advise that it would be prudent to avoid turning against
the Demon Lord, in my humble opinion.”
“…I see.”
Upon receiving my honest report, Master Balto heaves an exhausted sigh.
Personally, I felt as though my very life was at risk whilst gathering this
information, so I must say I would have appreciated a slightly more favorable
reaction.
 ARRIVAL OF THE HOOLIGAN

We’ve been living in the duke’s mansion for a few days now.
How is it so far? Freakin’ awesome!
I mean, I guess that’s no surprise. I’ve been living on the road for an eternity,
only staying in camps or inns for a day or two at a time.
Obviously that’s not gonna compare to living in a fancy mansion.
So allow me to describe my elegant lifestyle in the duke’s mansion.
First, I wake up.
When? Well, that varies.
I can sleep in a comfy bed for as long as I want, and I can also stay up all night
if I feel like it, so obviously my sleep schedule is all over the place.
You can’t blame me for that!
Next, once I wake up, Riel and Fiel play dress up with me for a while.
Kind of ironic that a couple of dolls are using me as their plaything, isn’t it?
Not that I mind.
Once they mess around with my clothes and hair and even put makeup on me
and all that junk, it’s time for breakfast.
The staff makes breakfast for me while Riel and Fiel have their fun with my
look for the day.
My wake-up time is pretty random, so of course they have to remake
breakfast for me most days.
Sure, it’s probably inconvenient to the cooks, but just consider it a necessary
sacrifice for the luxurious lifestyle I so deserve.
I eat breakfast in my room with Riel and Fiel.
Being the mansion of a duke and all, the food is of course delicious. A little bit
mass-produced-ish, maybe, but that’s all right.
You can’t expect the chefs to make their absolute finest dishes every day
around the clock, right?
Let’s just go with that.
I’m sure it’s not that the chefs resent me or anything of the sort.
After breakfast, it’s time for work. By which I just mean producing thread.
This is the one thing I actually take seriously.
To be honest, producing thread is easy in itself. It comes so naturally that I
kinda have to wonder why I wasn’t able to do it before that incident in the
Mystic Mountains at this point.
On top of that, it doesn’t take a lot of effort. I don’t get tired no matter how
much I produce, and it doesn’t feel like the energy inside me has decreased.
So just producing thread on its own is easy, and I can make as much of it as I
need.
But if I just sit around randomly making thread, I’m not gonna get anywhere.
My goal is to regain at least as much strength as I used to have, maybe even
more.
When I had skills, just using them frequently would make my skill level go up,
but it doesn’t work like that anymore.
Practice makes perfect, so there’s certainly no harm in doing just that, but if I
want to master the use of my power, simply producing thread isn’t enough.
The hope is that I might be able to use that sensation as a starting point for
figuring out how to use my other powers, so I try to concentrate on that while I
work.
…But so far, that hasn’t produced any results.
 The fact that I can produce thread so naturally actually makes it harder to
pinpoint the feeling. Since I can produce it whenever I want, it means I can
actually do it without thinking.
It’s hard to be aware of what it feels like to not be aware of doing something,
y’know?
Maybe it’s like when a natural genius is trying to tutor someone else and can’t
understand why their pupil doesn’t understand something.
So I’m trying different things while I produce thread, but the only result is…
more thread.
Looks like it might be a while before I can reproduce any of my other skills.
But anyway, Riel and Fiel gather up the thread I make and turn it into clothes,
make balls of yarn, send everything to the Demon Lord, and so on, so at least
it’s not a total waste of time.
Once I get hungry, I stop work for a bit and have some lunch.
Still seems kinda mass-produced, but yeah, that’s no big deal!
On the rare occasion that I actually manage to eat lunch at the proper time,
the difference in extravagance is obvious.
They’re not cutting corners!
It’s just that I’m a little too careless with my schedule, that’s all!
The chefs are doing me a kindness by feeding me anyway!
Yeah, let’s go with that.
Once I’m done eating lunch, I have free time, which I spend differently
depending on the day.
In other words, I just do whatever I feel like.
Like reading books in the mansion library, or knitting with the thread I made
that morning, or striking cool poses while trying to practice magic.
Hmm? What was that last one?
Beats me. Don’t even worry about it.
 I definitely don’t remember Riel and Fiel staring at me like they’d just
witnessed something truly pathetic.
Okay? Okay.
Anyway, the rest of the day is free time until dinner.
The one thing I have to be careful about is that if I request dinner at weird
times, like in the middle of the night, the quality of the food takes a huge dip.
Makes sense. Even the chefs at a duke’s mansion probably check out for the
day once they’ve made dinner at the regular time.
If you ask for food after that, it makes sense that you’d just have to help
yourself.
Well, we’re not actually allowed in the kitchen, so a maid has to do it instead,
but the maid can’t cook, either, so it’s always just bread or jerky or whatever.
In other words, food that doesn’t take any actual prep.
I mean, it is tasty, y’know?
It’s a duke’s mansion, so everything they’ve got is the good stuff.
But if you just throw that on a plate and call it a day… Know what I mean?
Unreal.
Which is why I always try to eat dinner around the normal time.
In a way, that’s an even more important mission than producing thread.
Anyway, after dinner, I relax for a while and then sleep.
That’s how most of my days go.
Hmm? All I do is laze around, eat, and sleep, you say?
Well, I suppose you could put it that way.
My only real duty is to make thread like the Demon Lord asked, and that isn’t
even difficult.
I get to live a lazy life every single day.
Is this place heaven or what?!
 “What the hell?!”
Just like that, my blissfully lazy lifestyle is rudely interrupted by a loud yell.
Riel and Fiel, who are playing hot potato with balls of thread or something,
immediately assume combat stances.
I can’t see the source of the voice I heard.
Probably because the door to my room is blocked by a wall of thread.
Yeaaah, I kinda covered the entire room they gave me in thread.
Look, I just wouldn’t feel comfortable otherwise! It’s, like, my spider instincts!
And I have to block the sun from coming in through the window ’cause it’s bad
for my skin!
So you can understand why I had to make my room into a mess of
spiderwebs.
That also means that no one can come into my room except Riel and Fiel.
They can easily move the thread aside and enter, probably ’cause they’re
spiders like me. By that logic, I’m guessing Ael, Sael, and the Demon Lord could
get inside, too.
But the maid obviously can’t, so I have her leave my food and stuff outside
the door.
So anyway, my room is off-limits to any non-spider visitors, and some
intruder’s trying to get in right now. A man, judging by the voice.
Why call him an intruder? Because he opened a maiden’s bedroom door
without so much as a knock, so he obviously has no manners.
“Hey, you! What the hell is this stuff?”
“Erm, I believe it was put there by the guest currently using this room, sir. I’m
afraid we don’t know the details, either.”
I can hear the intruder talking to what sounds like a maid as he tugs at the
thread wall.
Judging by the maid’s polite tone, it sounds like this guy must be someone
important.
 I guess if he really was an intruder, he wouldn’t have gotten in past the
mansion security. Someone must have let him in and probably even guided him
here.
So maybe the Demon Lord sent him to fetch us or something?
“My dear boy, these rooms are currently occupied by the honored guests of
your esteemed elder brother. Even as the younger brother of the master of the
house, I am afraid you must not simply barge in on them without prior
permission.”
Oh-ho? Sounds like Mr. Head Butler has arrived.
And from what I can hear, he’s telling off the intruder.
“Like I said before, stop calling me dear boy, dammit!”
“And as I believe I have stated, I shall be happy to stop just as soon as you
have become an adult, my dear boy.”
“Ugh!”
Sounds like the intruder is no match for the head butler.
Also, it sounds like he must be the younger brother of Balto, the head of the
house.
So if he’s connected to this place, the Demon Lord probably didn’t send him
here. Actually, I guess I should have known that the Demon Lord wouldn’t
entrust anything to someone so rough-and-tumble in the first place.
“Forget it! Just tell me what this stuff is, then!”
Oof. Sounds like the intruder realized the dear boy thing isn’t going to end
anytime soon, so he’s going back to the original subject.
This is just a hunch, but I can kinda picture him pointing at the wall of thread
from outside the room.
Y’know, for someone from a noble family like the duke’s, he sounds an awful
lot like a hooligan trying his best to look tough.
Instead of “intruder,” let’s call him “hooligan” from here on out.
“It is a material provided by our esteemed guest, as I believe this good woman
has just explained to you.”
“I got that part, dammit! I’m asking you why the hell you’re letting them do
whatever they want with a room in our house!”
Ahhh. I guess I’m the reason Hooligan is so mad.
“And from what I hear, they’re just holing up in there doing some kinda fishy
business! Why the hell would my brother let a buncha sketchy weirdos stay
here?! Dammit!”
“I assure you, the master of the house has granted permission for all this. It is
not for you to complain about, dear boy.”
“And I’m telling ya that ain’t a good enough reason!”
Maybe he and his brother don’t get along?
Based on what he just said, it sounds like the staff of the mansion doesn’t
think super-highly of my activities, but what really seems to bother Hooligan
here is that his brother has given us permission to do whatever we want.
“Listen up! This is my family’s mansion! You can’t just go around filling our
rooms with whatever this crap is! Hey! You in there! I know you can hear me!”
“Please stop, my dear boy!”
“Shut up, old-timer!”
Pffft! Old-timer ! Hooligan just called the head butler old-timer !
It’s pretty hilarious to hear a phrase like that mixed in with all his cursing.
“Ke-ke-ke-ke-ke-ke!”
Suddenly, I hear a weird noise coming from beside me.
Turning to investigate, I see Riel’s shoulders shaking up and down as she
emits the sound.
Um, what are you doing exactly?
Is that supposed to be laughter? What, did that hit your funny bone or
something?
I gave the puppet spiders prototype voice mechanisms a while back, but since
I never got to develop them past the testing stage, they can’t really talk very
well. Usually they don’t bother trying.
So if Riel is going out of her way to produce some kind of laughter, she
must’ve found something seriously funny. It’s kinda creepy, though, to be
honest. Cut it out, will ya?
“What the hell are you laughing at?!”
See?! You made Hooligan even madder!
What’s up with this chaotic situation?
“Please stop this at once!”
“No one’s gonna make a fool outta me!”
The wall of thread shakes violently.
Hooligan must’ve flipped out and tried to punch it.
“What the hell?! I’m stuck?!”
Well, yeah. It’s spider thread.
If you touch it, obviously you’re gonna get stuck.
“Dammit!”
Cursing wildly, Hooligan moves on to his next course of action, which is……
FIRE?!
The wall of thread’s on fire!
What kind of moron sets a fire in his own house?!
Even after my deification, my thread has retained the same basic properties.
In other words, it’s still weak to fire.
It can withstand a certain amount, but this dumbass hooligan must’ve really
blown up big-time, because the flames are burning right through my thread’s
resistance.
He probably used some kind of fire skill, but I guess the skill level was pretty
high. Ha-ha-ha.
 Wait, there’s nothing funny about this!
Quick! We have to put out this fire or I’m gonna be burned alive!
All four walls of the room are covered in thread, so if they all catch fire, I’ll
have nowhere to run!
It’s only the area near the door that’s burning right now, but if I don’t act fast,
it’s gonna spread to the rest of the room for sure.
While I’m panicking on the inside, three other figures make their move.
Two of them are Riel and Fiel, so I immediately grab them by the scruffs of
their necks to stop them.
Don’t you dare!
I don’t know what you were planning on doing exactly, but knowing you two,
I’m sure it was nothing good!
Riel looked like she was about to use some kind of magic, and Fiel seemed like
she was going to try to physically ram her way through.
Not only would that not put out the fire, you’d probably destroy this whole
damn mansion!
And even if not, I’m sure Hooligan, the head butler, and the maid standing
nearby would all be killed by the shock waves.
I don’t really care about Hooligan, since this is his fault in the first place, but
the other two would be innocent victims, so I’m gonna have to stop you right
there.
Meanwhile, as I’m stopping these two idiots from destroying everything in
sight, the head butler uses water magic to safely put out the fire.
Figures. That guy is one hell of a butler.
“My dear boy…”
But now, he’s glaring at Hooligan with a vein popping on his forehead.
How do I know that, you ask?
’Cause the wall of thread in front of the doorway burned away, so there’s
nothing blocking my view anymore.
Hooligan, perhaps detecting that he’s gotten himself in over his head, looks
away from the head butler’s glare…
…and meets my eyes.
“Huh?!”
Hooligan catches his breath and freezes.
Um, excuse me, do you mind? Shut-ins don’t like making direct eye contact,
you know.
Also, my eyes are freakishly full of pupils right now, so I’d rather not have
people see them.
Not because it’s embarrassing—it’s just more trouble than it’s worth.
I immediately shut my eyes and turn my face away.
Maybe that’s rude behavior toward the master of the house’s brother, but I’m
pretty sure the guy who tried to bust into a maiden’s room and then set it on
fire is in the wrong here.
Besides, I don’t really care if I offend someone who dredges up my traumatic
memories of having my home burned to the ground!
Oh boy, just thinking about it pisses me off.
Could you please just leave me alone already?
With my grip still on their collars, Riel and Fiel both take a step forward, as if
picking up on my emotions.
At the same time, their tiny bodies start producing a ridiculously powerful
aura.
“…! Please, young master! I must insist that you withdraw before things get
any more out of hand!”
The head butler hurriedly grasps Hooligan’s shoulder and drags him forcibly
out of the room.
Should you really be doing that to a member of the family that employs you?
 Then again, if he hadn’t done something, Riel and Fiel might have slashed that
hooligan to ribbons, so that was probably the right call.
“Um…right.”
Hooligan nods dumbly, his violent energy drained away.
I can’t tell for sure, since my eyes are closed, but…is it just me, or is Hooligan
totally glaring at me?
“Show the young master away, please.”
“O-of course. Right this way, please, Master Blow.”
At the head butler’s command, the maid leads Hooligan away.
Now I finally know Hooligan’s name.
Apparently, it’s Blow.
Not that I care. “Hooligan” is good enough for that jerk.
You’ll never catch me calling that guy by his real name; I can promise you that
for sure.
“Please accept my deepest apologies in my master’s place for the young lord’s
terrible rudeness.”
The head butler’s talking to me now.
Opening my eyes a crack, I see that he’s bowing deeply.
In his master’s place, huh? Do nobles really apologize that easily? Like, should
you be throwing his name around like that?
Maybe Balto just trusts this butler that much, or maybe it’s the influence of
the Demon Lord that’s making him apologize to me like this. Otherwise, the
butler’s just doing this of his own accord.
If that’s the case, couldn’t that get him in trouble?
Hmm. Well, I guess that’s not for me to worry about.
It was obviously Hooligan’s fault.
“I have no doubt that the master of the house will wish to apologize to you
personally quite soon. I shall do everything in my power to keep the young
master from approaching you and yours. I beg you to spare us of your fury if at
all possible.”
The head butler speaks quickly, his head still lowered.
I know he’s just covering for his employer, so I feel bad having him apologize
so much.
Letting go of Riel and Fiel, I pat them gently on the shoulders.
Picking up on my meaning, they relax and stop radiating all that violent
energy.
“Again, I deeply apologize for the intrusion. Please return to your relaxation at
your leisure.”
With that, the butler carefully pulls the door shut.
Well, that was a disaster, but supposedly I’ll never have to see that hooligan’s
ugly mug again, so whatever.
Or so I thought. But wouldn’t you know it, Hooligan keeps coming to see us
again and again after that.
It may have crossed my mind that we should just kill him, but let’s keep that
our little secret.
 THE DEMON DUKE’S DISTRESS

“Brother. Who is that woman?”

Those are the first words out of my younger brother’s mouth when I see him
again.
“Hello, Blow. No greeting for your older brother?”
At that, he grumbles a quick “I’m home,” so I respond with a “welcome back.”
Blow has been stationed up north for some time now, so it’s been a long time
since we last met in person. We’ve exchanged letters and such, but even that
has fallen off in recent times, since Blow was traveling back home.
And yet, this is how he greets me.
“Now, who do you mean by that woman, exactly?”
Close though we may be, even I don’t understand who he’s referring to
without context in this case.
Blow rarely brings up the subject of women, so the only possibilities who
come to mind are our comrade Sanatoria or perhaps the Demon Lord…but Blow
knows both their faces, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to ask who they are.
A woman I know and Blow doesn’t?
Then, at last, one person comes to mind.
“Blow, don’t tell me you went to the mansion before coming here?”
“Yeah. I’m talking about the woman staying there.”
I resist the urge to bring my palm to my face. “Why in the world didn’t you
come straight here?”
 “Hunh? Can’t a guy stop by his own damn house first?”
I suppose he’s right. And yet, his timing couldn’t be worse!
Now that the Demon Lord has returned, the situation has changed in all
manner of ways.
Blow’s timing is so poor that one might suspect divine intervention.
When the Demon Lord returned, he happened to be traveling, making him
out of contact.
Since her return was so sudden, I’ve been rushing around at my wits’ end
dealing with it, so I wasn’t able to send out an emergency messenger.
Thus, Blow does not know that the Demon Lord has returned.
Normally, it would be no issue for him to stop off at our home before coming
to meet with me, but in this case, since I needed to tell him of the Demon Lord’s
return as soon as possible, I wish he had come straight here instead.
Especially because, on top of all that, there are several of the Demon Lord’s
travel companions staying in our mansion right now. If he ran into them by
chance without knowing who they are, it could easily cause unnecessary
trouble.
And judging by his current line of questioning, it seems things have played out
exactly as I feared.
“But you always come here first, don’t you?”
“Yeah, well, I just felt like doing things differently today.”
His unrepentant tone is starting to give me a headache.
Blow always comes here to the Demon Lord’s castle to give his report as soon
as he returns, then goes to our mansion after that.
So I suppose I let my guard down. But why would he choose this of all times
to go there first?
His timing is truly unbelievable.
“Fine, then. What’s done is done. So are you referring to the woman with the
white hair?”
 Most of the companions the Demon Lord brought are female, but there’s only
one who Blow would be likely to describe as a “woman.”
“Yeah, her! Who is she?”
Blow leans forward intently.
This is unusual.
When has he ever taken such interest in any woman, except perhaps the
Demon Lord? And of course, his interest in the Demon Lord is of a decidedly
negative kind.
But judging by his expression, that isn’t the case this time.
Though I must say, I don’t have a very good feeling about this, either…
“Why are you so interested, exactly?”
“I-I’m not interested! It’s just, y’know, if some chick starts living in our house
all of a sudden while I’m away, it’s totally normal to be curious. Right?”
His voice sped up a bit.
Very suspicious.
All the more so because of the faint redness in his cheeks.
“Have you fallen for her or something?”
“Y-y-y-y-yeah right! Don’t say such weird things, dammit!”
Now his face is entirely bright red.
This is not good.
Why would this happen, of all things?
This time, I really do bring my palm to my face and sigh deeply.
Blow has fallen in love with a woman.
Perhaps I should be happy about that in itself.
He has never before shown interest in romance, always declaring that he
wouldn’t get involved with anyone until I got married. He never fraternized with
women at all, even in passing.
 Blow is actually quite diligent, even if his ordinary behavior makes people
think otherwise.
Both in his professional duties and personal life, he’s so upright and honest
that it’s almost old-fashioned.
But now a woman has caught his eye for the first time.
Yes, that would certainly be reason to celebrate…were it not a companion of
the Demon Lord.
“Listen to me, Blow. She is connected to the Demon Lord.”
Just like that, Blow stops blushing and freezes in place.
“The Demon Lord? That damn witch is back?”
Tension rises in his body, as if the last few moments of eagerness never
happened.
I cannot help but sigh again.
Clearly, his hostility toward the Demon Lord has not faded in the slightest.
“That’s right. You probably don’t know this, since you were traveling, but the
great Demon Lord has returned.”
At that, Blow clicks his tongue in vexation, looking at me in anticipation of the
rest.
“Now that she is back, the authority to make all final decisions regarding
demonkind has of course returned to her, as I was only serving in her stead.”
For some time now, I have been working here in the Demon Lord’s castle to
govern all demons myself. But in the end, that was only a stopgap until the real
Demon Lord returned.
Now that she is back, she will naturally take over all decision-making.
Though of course, I cannot simply dump all of it on her at once.
There is much work to be done in the process of handing over control.
“And you’re okay with that, brother?” Blow looks dissatisfied.
“That is irrelevant. This is the Demon Lord’s decision, and I simply abide by
her wishes.”
All demons must obey the demon lord.
That has always been the nature of our relationship.
But with this particular Demon Lord, that isn’t the only reason I obey.
“No matter how unreasonable her demands, I cannot defy the Demon Lord.
She is simply on a different plane of power.”
That is all there is to it.
Unreasonable as she might be, defying her would promise a terrible fate.
“Yeah, but still! Us demons don’t have the resources to start a war right
now!”
“And yet, we must. If that is what she commands, then we must abide by her
ruling.”
One of the Demon Lord’s policies involves a massive war against the humans.
In fact, that is essentially her only policy.
And it is also the reason why so many demons cannot accept her.
The demon race is currently suffering great poverty and strife due to the
harmful aftereffects of a lengthy war with the humans.
Blow’s statement that we lack the resources to start another war is entirely
correct.
That the Demon Lord is disregarding this and trying to force a war anyway will
inevitably cause many to resent her.
But we must obey her nonetheless, because the Demon Lord’s power is
absolute.
“Blow. Even if all demonkind was to band together and revolt against the
Demon Lord, all that would await is certain destruction. With the Demon Lord’s
power, she could single-handedly destroy our entire race with ease. But that is
not so with war against the humans. We will undoubtedly incur great losses, but
there is still a chance for survival. Either we rebel against the Demon Lord and
face certain doom or fight against the humans and thus hang on to hope. I have
chosen the only path that leaves some hope, nothing more or less. I will not ask
you to accept it, but I at least want you to understand.”
In the face of my earnest plea, Blow snorts and turns the other way with a
scowl.
He does understand, I am sure.
But his emotions cannot be swayed by logic.
I must admit that my own emotions are not entirely content, either.
I sigh and mutter half to myself. “Still, to think that you would fall in love with
a woman who is connected to the Demon Lord, of all people…”
“Huh?! L-love?! That ain’t it, dammit!”
With that, the heavy mood of our conversation disperses all at once.
Blow’s flustered response is easy to read. Does he really think he’s fooling me
with that attitude?
But the person he’s fallen for is quite dangerous even in her own right.
“Just to warn you, I believe it would be best if you gave up on her, you know.”
“I dunno what the hell you’re talking about!”
My brother’s loud response makes me only more concerned for his future.
Lady White, the woman who has caught Blow’s eye, is a friend of the Demon
Lord’s.
That in itself is enough to make my head ache, but she herself is still a mystery
to me in many ways, so I cannot say she is the ideal romantic prospect for my
brother.
All the companions the Demon Lord brought with her are outside the realm of
normal comprehension.
And among them, Lady White is by far the most enigmatic.
Though the others may be beyond normal comprehension, they are not
beyond all understanding.
But Lady White alone is one I cannot understand.
 At a glance, she looks like an ordinary human.
Although I suppose her looks are extraordinary enough that I can understand
why Blow might fall in love with her at first sight.
But the old-timer has told me that from what he’s seen of her day-to-day
conduct, she does not seem like she would be especially powerful.
I met her in person only once, on the day of their arrival.
She was the only member of the Demon Lord’s traveling party who didn’t give
off a powerful aura of strength.
I meet all kinds of people due to my position, so I can generally sense these
things without using Appraisal.
In that respect, Lady White seemed no different from a normal human.
But my other senses told me otherwise.
That it is strange that she wouldn’t be powerful.
My instincts judge that she is not, yet they also tell me that something about
this conclusion is horribly wrong.
I have never experienced this before, which was enough to make me
conclude that Lady White is the most unusual of all of them.
Perhaps even more so than the Demon Lord herself…
“Well, I did try to warn you. If you insist on pursuing her anyway, that is your
decision.”
“I’m telling ya, you got it all wrong!”
Blow’s blusteringly obvious response elicits another long sigh from me.
I felt I should warn him, but it would be strange as his older brother to press
the subject of his first love any further.
Besides, there is still the question of whether he’ll be able to catch Lady
White’s eye at all.
There would be no point in trying to dissuade him further at this stage.
“Well, for now, just try not to do anything to make her hate you.”
 “R-right.”
For some reason, my half-hearted advice makes Blow’s eyes turn shifty.
Later on, I learned that my brother’s first love was likely doomed when the
old-timer told me what had happened at the mansion.
They say first impressions are everything, and I cannot imagine that anyone
would think highly of a man who set fire to their room.
Why would he do such a thing?!
Sigh.
I am busy enough dealing with the Demon Lord’s endless demands.
My younger brother’s foolish first love will have to wait.
 ADMINISTRATOR GÜLIEDISTODIEZ

Has any human ever lived a life truly free of regrets?

To us gods, a human life passes in the blink of an eye.
But within that tiny instant, humans always end up regretting some of their
choices, big or small.
If only I had done this; if only I had chosen that instead.
In these hypothetical scenarios, they imagine that they might have reached a
better future if they had made different choices.
But these are all purely hypothetical.
One cannot change the past, no matter how much one thinks about it.
Yet, still, one cannot help wondering: Did I make the right choices?
Even in the short life span of a human.
And since I have lived far longer than any human, surely it would come as no
surprise if I, too, was to agonize over my past choices.
Even if I know that no amount of worrying can change the past, even if I know
that it’s too late, I cannot help thinking about it.
I know that if I have time to waste fretting over the past, I should spend it
doing everything I can in the present instead.
And yet, sometimes it all seems in vain.
Did I make the right choices?
I have no answer.
It is never possible to tell whether you’re making the right choice in the
moment.
That realization comes only much later, when you look back on the past.
That is why we look back so often.
To question whether our past choices were correct.
Because while we are living in the present, we have no way of knowing
whether our immediate choices are right or not.
If anyone out there knows, I wish they would tell me.
Even if I know that no one will respond, I cannot help but wish for an answer
all the more.
Am I making the right choices?
“Are you certain that was for the best?”
Ice Dragon Nia asks me now.
I do not have the answer, of course. I never know whether I am making the
right choices or not.
“If I had interfered, it would have only tarnished Reigar’s pride.”
Instead, I give a vague but plausible-sounding response.
“That’s true. It was a splendid death, fitting for the man known as the world’s
strongest swordsman.”
It appears that my words were not off the mark.
In front of us lies the former sword-king Reigar.
A man who will never rise again.
I am the one who brought him to this place after he chose to abdicate the
throne of sword-king.
I wanted to see what he would think of this place, after fighting on the front
lines against the demons for so long.
I do not regret that now.
But I do wonder about letting him die in battle after he so longed to be away
from the battlefield.
Should I really have invited Reigar to this place?
Of course, I had no idea at the time that this would be the end result, so there
is no point in wondering now.
I may be a god, but that doesn’t mean I can see the future.
Perhaps a powerful one like D would be able to do so, but I certainly cannot.
If I could, I might not have to agonize so over my past choices.
Although I might instead have to worry all the more about which future would
be best.
If I had been able to see this future when I spoke to Reigar back then, what
would I have done?
…I do not know.
In the end, whether one can see the future or not, I suppose the only option is
to make your choice as best you can.
And this time, my choice has killed Reigar.
Reigar himself is the one who chose to challenge that reincarnation, and
Reigar chose to keep fighting him until his death.
Those choices have nothing to do with me.
But still, I find myself thinking that if I had not brought him here, then this
wouldn’t have happened.
How prideful of me.
To assume that my choices determine the outcome of everything is to discard
Reigar’s own will and the decisions he made.
Prideful is the only way to describe this kind of thinking.
The more I contemplate that, the harder it becomes to make a decision.
More and more, I am becoming a mere bystander, going along with the
situation while refusing to make any choices.
Until recently, that was acceptable.
 But now that D has begun to act, no doubt I, too, will have to make some kind
of choice.
Even if D is limiting my options.
“Ah, he moves.”
Following Nia’s gaze, I see the reincarnation.
The oni reincarnation who defeated Reigar is starting to walk toward the
village.
Thanks to the special skill that D gave the reincarnations, he has already
recovered all the strength he exhausted in his long fight with Reigar.
That skill, “n% I = W,” has several peculiar effects.
All of them are measures to help the reincarnations survive in this world, but
the mechanism that supplies them with energy stored by the system when they
level up in order to recover their health, MP, and SP is particular proof of how
much D favors the reincarnations.
Extracting energy from the system, which exists purely to store up energy…
It’s an effect that goes against the very purpose of the system.
It may be only a small amount, but as one who has worked endlessly to save
up more energy, I still find it shameful.
And even without that skill, the reincarnations are an anomaly in this world.
All their actions have a massive effect on this world, for better or worse.
A single one of those reincarnations has already succeeded in stirring up
chaos among many of us who know this world’s secrets, including Ariel, Dustin,
and myself.
Aside from that culprit White, the other reincarnations are still too young to
cause major incidents, and many have already fallen into Potimas’s hands, so
their effect is small as of now.
But slowly, some of the others besides White are starting to expand their
influence.
And the prime example is none other than the oni reincarnation currently
standing close by.
“Now, what should I do…?”
The oni reincarnation’s gait is steady.
But whether his mind is clear is another question entirely.
He has the Wrath skill and has already gone mad because of it.
The Wrath skill: one of the Ruler skills that serves as a key to limited access to
the system.
In the end, it is only a key, and so it can be used only by those who know the
location of the keyhole and how to open the door in order to access the system.
But it is the only means by which a non-administrator resident of this world
can make contact with the system, even if that is limited.
I cannot fathom why D created such skills, but I have no doubt that it was
with some predicted outcome in mind.
But the Wrath skill in particular seems all but meaningless as a key.
Activating the Wrath skill greatly increases the user’s stats, but it also causes
rage to overpower their rational mind.
In the end, it can turn the user into a mindless being that kills anything it
comes across, as is currently happening to this oni reincarnation.
Once that happens, the user certainly cannot open the door.
A beast that lacks intelligence does not know how to use a key, after all.
But from what I’ve seen thus far, that oni seems to be slightly different from
the previous Wrath users I have seen.
Throughout history, every holder of the Wrath skill, save for the first, has
been reduced to a beast.
They could no longer even use weapons, simply rampaging with brute
strength.
With the stat increase granted by Wrath, that alone is enough to be a serious
threat.
 But once reduced to this berserk state, they could no longer take full
advantage of the skill’s power.
In some cases, those who did not use Wrath could be even more dangerous.
By comparison, that oni reincarnation uses swords and was even flexible
enough to adopt some of Reigar’s techniques in the midst of battle.
He seems to have lost all power of reasoning, but he retains his own mind in
some form.
Still, that doesn’t necessarily change anything.
If I leave him alone, he will likely venture deeper into this territory in search of
new prey.
Which is why I had Nia and the other ice dragons of the Mystic Mountains
attempt to lead him away so that he would not reach this place, but…
“I suppose trying to obstruct him did not go well.”
“I’m terribly sorry.”
Nia apologizes, but this is not her fault.
“No need to apologize. That creature was clearly aiming straight for this area.
I do not know whether he was simply fleeing from you or whether he came
here because he sensed the presence of humans, but attempting to block his
path without killing him was a fool’s errand. In fact, I should apologize to you
for giving such an impossible order. Especially considering the sacrifices that
arose as a result.”
Turning around, I look upon the corpses of many dragons and wyrms, all Nia’s
subordinates.
This happened because Nia alerted me of the situation, and I instructed her to
stop his advance without killing him.
If they had simply killed the oni, the losses would have been far fewer.
Even some dragons were killed because of my warning not to kill the creature.
“No, you mustn’t trouble yourself over that, my lord. We exist to serve you. I
would not mind if every last one of us perished so long as you willed it.”
 Nia responds quite evenly.
The first dragons are very loyal.
Even the likes of Nia and Hyuvan, who might normally seem unreliable, carry
out any task I give them with the utmost devotion.
Will I be able to live up to that loyalty?
Are they not loyal to me simply because I am the first and truest dragon?
I know that having such doubts is an insult to the loyalty with which they have
served me for so many years, yet I still lack sufficient self-confidence.
I do not know if I am worthy of the faith they put in me even at the cost of
their own lives.
Perhaps the earth dragon Gakia, who was once my most loyal servant even of
all the dragons, challenged Ariel without my permission because he sensed that
cowardly side of me.
Ariel placed her faith in White but was fighting against her at that time, all in
an effort to break open the clogged-up floodgates of change.
And Gakia attempted to stop her, even abandoning his all-important duty as
guardian of the Great Elroe Labyrinth Bottom Stratum in order to do so.
While I am impressed by his independence, I have complicated feelings about
the fact that he did so knowing he would die.
Everyone is leaving me behind.
Soon enough, I fear that even Sariel will, too…
That thought alone causes an indescribable pain in my heart.
If that happens, then what have I been living for all this time?
I truly have no idea anymore.
But no. Now is not the time to be thinking of the future.
For now, I must decide how to deal with the oni reincarnation.
“It would be a simple matter to dispose of him. But I’m sure you do not want
me to lay a hand on him directly, do you?”
 “Of course not.”
I was mostly thinking out loud, and yet, a voice answers me.
A small, flat device has appeared before my eyes.
I am told it is a communication device from their world known as a
“smartphone.”
However, the identity of this device is not what’s important right now.
What really matters is the person on the other end of the line.
“D.”
“Yes, hello, it’s me. The evil god D.”
Part of me did speak out loud, thinking there might be a response, but I didn’t
expect D to actually contact me like this.
D is the creator of this world’s system and the only individual ranked above
me.
It’s because of D that this world continues to exist.
And it’s also because of D that I can’t make any careless moves.
Which includes indiscriminately laying a hand on any reincarnation in any
way.
That is why I ordered Nia and the other dragons only to slow the oni down
and not to kill him.
Otherwise, I would have promptly disposed of him myself without taking any
of these roundabout approaches.
“It seems like you’ve finally figured out my tastes. Excellent.”
D’s tastes? That is one way to put it.
D restricts my actions because it would not be amusing if I solve everything
myself.
As she herself just said, it’s a simple matter of taste, with no deeper meaning.
Because it is more amusing this way, because it suits D’s tastes—that is why I
am forced to watch what happens in this world without acting upon it.
 I have the power to solve things, yet I have no choice but to sit by and watch
without helping.
These are the games gods play.
While I worry over whether my actions are prideful, D couldn’t care less and
simply uses whatever means available to satisfy her own desires.
She puts herself first, no matter how many casualties might arise in the
process.
In any other case, I could never allow such a person to exist.
But D has the power to get away with such actions, and on top of that, she is
the one who found a path toward salvation for this world and extended its life
when it was on the brink of destruction.
In thanks for her reaching out a hand to this world when it was fit to be
discarded, I cannot starkly oppose her, even disregarding our respective
positions as gods.
Besides, the outcomes of D’s actions are not necessarily all negative.
She brought the anomalies known as reincarnations into our world and has
frequently interfered with them since, but most of that is trivial on a global
scale.
Even last time, when a weapon from a bygone era ran wild, things ultimately
ended without any major harm being caused, even if it was a very close call.
In fact, I suspect that D may have even forbidden me from acting in order to
force White to undergo deification.
White has certainly wrought a lot of chaos, but none of it has actually
hindered the operation of the system.
In fact, the appearance of the reincarnations has brought about major waves
of change in the world, including motivating Potimas to take action after
withdrawing for so long.
I do not yet know whether these waves will inspire positive change or become
the prelude to destruction, but the developments have not been entirely
negative.
 Which is exactly why I cannot defy D’s will, even in the face of danger.
And yet, in this particular case, I feel that I must take some kind of action.
“I know that I cannot directly interfere. But what about Nia here?”
“Hmm.”
D pauses for effect, as if considering my proposal.
In truth, knowing D, I’m sure she reached her conclusion instantly.
Perhaps this, too, is a performance for D’s own enjoyment?
“I’ll allow it, under one condition.”
To my surprise, D actually consents.
I had assumed that she would undoubtedly reject any idea of mine out of
hand.
“Subdue him without killing him. As long as you can do that, you don’t need
to hold back.”
This condition seems simple enough but is actually quite difficult indeed.
Knocking him out without killing him will not be easy.
Killing him would be easy—she would simply need to strike him down with all
her power.
But if she has to defeat him without killing him, she will have to hold back to
ensure that he survives.
Especially when the opponent in question has the Wrath skill, which makes it
all the more difficult to knock him out, as the user will generally fight to the
death.
She cannot fight him half-heartedly, but she must be careful not to take his
life.
It calls for a delicate balance, requiring the perfect amount of restraint, in
spite of D’s claim that she doesn’t need to hold back.
But we have no choice but to accept these terms.
Limited though it may be, I have received permission to interfere.
 “Nia.”
“Yes?”
“If you could.”
“Leave it to me.”
With a dependable response, Nia languidly takes to the air and flies toward
the oni reincarnation.
The oni is scouring the village, but the inhabitants have all long since
evacuated under Reigar’s orders.
Their dwellings and belongings still remain, but since the “n% I = W” skill has
already restored his SP, he likely has no need for food.
By killing some of Nia’s dragons and wyrms, as well as Reigar, the oni has
leveled up.
With each level gained, the “n% I = W” skill restored him, or else he might
otherwise have run out of strength and collapsed by now.
Which means that attempting to buy time by sending those forces after him
only resulted in making him stronger.
In that case, perhaps I should have had Nia slow him down from the
beginning, but I doubt D would have allowed that.
It’s safe to assume that she’s given her permission now only because the oni
has raised his level enough that he might just barely stand a chance of surviving
Nia.
If he had gotten strong enough to actually fight on her level, then maybe D
would have given permission for Nia to go all-out.
D seems to enjoy unpredictable battles between evenly matched forces much
more than an overwhelming victory for one side.
Which means that even with this condition, Nia stands a good chance of
winning.
“I’m counting on you, Nia.”
“And I’m looking forward to a good fight.”
 In contrast to my serious thoughts, D sounds quite carefree.
I turn to look at the communication device, trying not to reveal my
displeasure by glaring at it, but the object is no longer there.
Just as when it appeared, I did not sense its movement or presence in the
slightest.
That alone is enough to plainly remind me of the difference in our ranks as
gods.
It is because she is so much more powerful that I have no choice but to obey.
And even though the device has disappeared, if I was to attempt anything
now, my life would still be forfeit in an instant.
Unreasonable though it may be, that is the reality of the situation.
All I can do is watch and trust in Nia.
We cannot allow the oni reincarnation to rampage across this land any
further.
There are two reasons for this, both connected to the uniqueness of this
particular land.
Or rather, I suppose, the uniqueness of its residents.
This region is known as the Valley of Convenience.
A peninsula that protrudes from the continent, it is bordered by the Mystic
Mountains, separating it from the inland territories.
The only way to reach this land is by traversing the Mystic Mountains or
crossing the ocean.
But since the mountains are guarded by Nia and the other ice dragons, and
the ocean guarded by the water dragons, it is virtually impossible to get here.
The only people who live in this isolated area are those who I bring here
myself.
They are all people whose souls are reaching the end of their life span.
The system exploits the souls of those who live in this world, sapping their
energy.
That in itself is inevitable. It is, in part, atonement for the sins the people of
this world committed, after all, and a necessary sacrifice to extend the life of
said world that was on the brink of destruction.
But there was a miscalculation: Because of that exploitation, some people’s
souls began to reach their limits.
Perhaps D did not anticipate that restoring the world would take this long.
If the soul reaches its limits, all that awaits is destruction of the soul itself.
A nothingness that is a fate beyond death.
If that happens, then the soul can no longer be reincarnated.
In order to avoid that fate, the people whose souls have deteriorated too
severely are sheltered here under my protection.
There are no monsters in this place.
It is because of the easily identifiable enemy known as monsters that people
hone their skills to grow stronger.
But for the soul, skills are a heavy load.
The only way to guide souls to peace is to avoid acquiring or using skills as
much as possible and live a peaceful life.
Most of the people here have only the bare minimum of skills.
Reigar, on the other hand, had far too many skills, so in his case, his soul
deteriorated far too rapidly.
Because he developed a distaste for fighting, however, he was able to live his
remaining years in peace, thus preventing any more strengthening of his skills
and saving his soul from deteriorating any further.
It is not a fundamental solution, only a way of extending the soul’s life span
somewhat, but it is certainly better than doing nothing at all.
Since all the people here have been gathered for that purpose, I cannot allow
them to be killed by the oni.
 If they die, they will reincarnate.
And in this world, once they are reincarnated, they will begin to put a load
upon their souls.
This is the first reason that I must stop the oni reincarnation here.
The second reason is more of a personal wish.
I simply do not want to let this place be spoiled.
The people who live here are all individuals whose souls have severely
decayed—humans and demons alike.
These two races, normally thought to be fated enemies, live here together in
peace.
There are no monsters and no fights between people.
It is a miniature paradise, isolated from the outside world.
This paradise is the ideal world that Sariel once wished for.
And here in this place, that ideal is a reality.
Even if it is a temporary paradise, possible only because of my own
maneuvering.
I know that the people here are able to live in peace only because they are
aware that to do otherwise would be dangerous to their own souls.
But transient though it may be, this place is still a small realization of Sariel’s
goal.
And I do not want it to be destroyed.
A terribly personal, foolish reason, to be sure.
But a part of me refuses to yield precisely because of that.
Perhaps I, too, am a prideful god who cares for my own wishes, if not to the
same extent as D.
As that thought causes me to sink into a light spell of self-loathing, I oversee
Nia’s battle.
 ARRIVAL IN HEAVEN

Sleep, wake up, eat, make thread, eat, laze around, sleep.
Is this place heaven?
’Cause it’s everything I ever wanted!
“And what exactly have you been up to while I’ve been studying my fangs
off?”
Ah. Vampy has come, a vein bulging on her forehead, to ruin my perfect
paradise.
“Why don’t you study etiquette and such with me, since you clearly have
nothing better to do?”
Vampy smiles as she forcibly drags me out of the room.
Nooo!
I don’t wanna go to school!
This is kinda sad, though. I’m not even strong enough to pull myself away
from Vampy anymore.
Grrr! Will the loss of my stats ever stop ruining my life?!
Thus, I am forced to go along with Vampy.
By the way, if you’re wondering why the baby bloodsucker was able to enter
my room in the first place, it’s because right after that hooligan attacked my
room, she came and attacked me, too.
Yeah, I said it. She didn’t comfort me. She attacked me.
Sure, she came running when she heard the commotion, but her first
response was to smile like an evil executive and say, “Oh, good. Now I can come
in.”
Then she barged right into my room as if she’d been waiting for this moment,
stared me down, and told me, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson. Don’t you
dare block that door again.”
I guess this little girl wasn’t too happy about us holing up in my room.
I have to obey her, or she’ll kill me!
Riel and Fiel apparently feel the same way, since they’re clinging to my arms
and trembling.
A little girl who paralyzes the other little girls with fear.
Talk about terrifying…
Wait, aren’t Riel and Fiel stronger than Vampy?!
Why are YOU guys scared?!
But in that moment, our terror made us give in to Vampy’s threat.
Dammit! This wasn’t supposed to happen!
And now that our room is open to visitors, Vampy has started coming to
attack us whenever she has a chance.
Yeah, I said it. Not visit. Attack.
If she comes in the morning while we’re making thread, she interrupts our
work and gets in the way, and if she comes during our elegant afternoon
teatime, she steals all our snacks and cakes.
Without her guardian, Mera, around, she’s becoming a tyrant!
And now it’s come to this: forcibly abducting me.
Even my famously gentle personality can’t take much more of this, y’know?
But I’m keeping that to myself.
I’m sure Vampy is lonely, too.
She’s been separated from her beloved emotional support, Mera, not to
mention her mentor figure, the Demon Lord.
 Our life together on the road was pretty lively, so I’m sure the stark contrast
of life here has made her lonely, which is why she’s lashing out like this.
Yep, that’s gotta be it.
But don’t worry. Your big sister here is super-kind and super-patient.
I can go along with a child’s selfish whims just fine!
Man, I’m so damn nice.
And thus, my and Vampy’s study-buddy adventure begins.
…Um, excuse me. Can I quit now? What? I can’t?
C’mooon! This suuuucks!
The regular lessons are one thing. The Demon Lord told us all kinds of things
on the journey, and sometimes we read books and studied and stuff, so I
understand most of what’s going on.
But the etiquette seminar? That’s no good!
What do you mean, the proper way to walk and eat and stuff?
Um, this is super-hard!
This must use different muscles from walking normally, ’cause I’m sore all
over the place!
And for table manners, you have to be careful about all kinds of crap while
you eat, so you can’t even enjoy the food properly! I don’t get to stuff myself to
my heart’s content like I used to!
If I’m not gonna get to eat that much during the day, I wanna at least savor
the flavors while I eat, but now I can’t even do that!
How do you ruin EATING?!
And then comes the horrible cherry on top—dance lessons!
Do I look like I can handle this level of intense exercise?
Are you trying to kill me?!
So by the time Vampy drags me back to my room, I’m a shell of my former
self.
 If I had to do combat training and stuff on top of that, I might seriously die.
Luckily, Vampy’s private tutor gives up on me before the combat stuff gets
too far.
I wonder if I can convince the other teachers to give up on me, too?
Especially for the manners seminars.
By the way! If you ask me, manners are definitely what Vampy needs the
most.
Like me, Vampy has learned a lot of stuff from the Demon Lord already, so
she does all right with regular lessons, too.
There’s also the matter of our bonus knowledge from our prior lives, which
means Vampy’s brain is leaps and bounds ahead of the other kiddos her age.
The teacher was even raving that she’s a child prodigy.
But etiquette? Not so much.
We obviously never had to learn fancy-pants manners in our old world, and
the Demon Lord never bothered teaching us, since she’s not technically a noble,
either.
Mera occasionally gave the baby bloodsucker simple lectures about it when
he had the time, but that wasn’t super-in-depth. If anything, that vampire duo
was always more focused on combat training than etiquette.
Talk about violent.
So Vampy’s manners are age appropriate, or maybe even a little higher.
Noble kids get etiquette drilled into them from birth, I guess. Is that scary or
what?
Although I think it’s impressive that Vampy’s manners are almost as good as
the real noble kids who grew up with this stuff.
Me?
Well, I already look like I’m high school age!
The etiquette teacher took one look at me and said “Oh, dear me!” all right?!
 She must’ve been thinking that it would be a treat to teach a student who
somehow hasn’t learned manners at this age!
Um, ’scuse me? I know I don’t look it, but I’m about the same age as Vampy,
y’know?
Don’t let my appearance fool you.
I’m just a cute little girl!
So go a little easier on me, please, and thank you.
But on top of these horrible daily etiquette lessons that leave me sore to the
bone, there are two other things that have been driving me up the wall.
One is that I’m not getting anywhere with my efforts to restore my power.
The other… Well, I guess it’s a person, not a thing.
“Yo.”
“Go away.”
It’s our old pal Hooligan, who gets a cold reception from Vampy every time he
arrives.
Yeah, that’s right.
For some reason, this stupid pyromaniac who I thought I’d never have to see
again has been showing up all the damn time.
Uh, Mr. Head Butler?
Didn’t you say you wouldn’t let this guy near me again?
But getting mad at the head butler would be barking up the wrong tree.
This damn hooligan is craftier than he looks, ’cause he’s been making a point
of showing up only whenever the head butler’s not around.
Since the head butler serves the head of the house, Balto, he has to go to the
Demon Lord’s castle from time to time.
Between being Balto’s assistant and running this place, the head butler is
extremely busy.
Hooligan takes advantage of that to come attack when we’re unprotected.
 The rest of the staff doesn’t seem to be able to stop him, since he’s the
master of the house’s little brother and all, so the maids end up bringing him
here with apologetic looks on their faces.
See, this is exactly why you can’t give problem children any authority!
“Beat it. Brats should mind their own damn business.”
“Then perhaps you should mind your own business, too. Since you clearly
have the mind of a brat yourself.”
A cold breeze blows through the room out of nowhere.
And I don’t mean metaphorically. There’s seriously wind blowing in this room.
The magic power seeping out of Vampy and Hooligan, who have Ice and Fire
attributes respectively, clash against each other and form wind because of the
drastic temperature difference.
Since it’s so cold, that means Vampy’s power is probably beating Hooligan’s.
Cool.
By the way, it’s freezing in here, so could you cut it out?
Why has my precious teatime turned into a battlefield?
I don’t get it. I just don’t get it…
Well, if you don’t understand something, best to just leave it alone, right?
With that in mind, I sip my tea, which has gotten a little cold thanks to the
freezing air.
Riel and Fiel stuff their faces with tea cakes, ignoring Hooligan completely.
These guys are supposed to be my bodyguards, but Hooligan barges in so
damn often that they don’t even pay him any attention anymore.
Thanks a lot, guys.
And you, Hooligan. How does it feel to be glaring daggers at a little girl like
Vampy?
She definitely seems to hate his guts.
 But from a neutral perspective, the sight of this tough guy and a tiny girl
staring each other down is pretty surreal.
Uh-oh. Now they’re cursing each other out?
I’ll leave the contents of their insults to your imagination.
Although frankly, it’s only because they’re being so juvenile, it doesn’t seem
worth relaying the details to you.
I guess they say fights break out only between people of around the same
level…
“Sael.” Getting heated, Vampy snaps Sael’s name.
Sael, who’s been sitting frozen with her cup in hand, stands up immediately.
Okay, stop! Time-out!
I order Sael to sit back down by way of a hand gesture.
Obediently, she sits back down.
Whew.
Listen, Vampy. I don’t care how worked up you are; you can’t use Sael for this.
She doesn’t understand jokes, okay?
If you tell her to attack, she really will kill him on the spot.
Whatever insane orders you give her in the heat of the moment, Sael will act
on them no matter what.
This is a handle-with-care warning, all right? You have to be super-careful
when you give Sael orders or else!
…And no, I’m not secretly thinking that it wouldn’t be so bad if she really did
kill Hooligan, since he’s super-annoying.
There is no part of me that thinks I could totally blame it on Vampy if it
happened like that.
Nope. Not even a little.
“Seriously, what did you even come here for?! Just leave already!”
 “Shut up, dammit! I ain’t here to talk to you, that’s for sure! Besides, this is
my damn house!”
Ahhh, so peaceful.
Looking away from Vampy and Hooligan, I take a bite of a cake.
“And, you! Quit ignoring me, dammit!”
Geh! Now he’s turning on me?!
I don’t wanna deal with that, so I’ll just stare off into next week and pretend
not to hear him.
“Pffft! She doesn’t even want to look at your face, you see? How sad.”
“Urgh!”
Vampy grins triumphantly, which just makes Hooligan even angrier.
Why would Vampy be triumphant about that anyway?
More importantly, can’t Hooligan just go away already?
Seriously, he’s such a pain.
“I just came today to drop this crap off! See ya!”
Hooligan practically slams some kind of bottle down on the table, then
stomps away.
I guess he finally picked up on the fact that I really don’t want him here.
If he knows that, I wish he’d stop getting into it with Vampy every time.
Or more importantly, just don’t come here at all.
Unlike my private irritation, Vampy watches him go and huffs loudly.
Honestly, I wish you would stop picking fights with him, too.
It’s cold, literally.
“What is this anyway? Hmm? Liquor?”
Vampy’s attention quickly shifts from Hooligan to the bottle he left on the
table. She picks it up and squints at it suspiciously.
“Doesn’t seem to be poisoned. It’s just regular liquor.”
 She must have investigated with Appraisal.
Why liquor, though?
C’mon, Hooligan, my dude. What kind of gift for a lady is that?
Oh, maybe it’s because my pal the Demon Lord is probably boozing it up all
the time in the Demon Lord’s castle?
Well, I don’t know if that’s true. But why else would he pick liquor as a gift?
He wouldn’t…right?
An alcoholic might be happy about a gift like this, but I’m a healthy,
wholesome child.
I’m healthy, okay? I just have a teeny bit of a weak constitution.
Well, I guess this probably just means that Hooligan is running out of gift
ideas.
At first, he brought bouquets of flowers.
Although Vampy froze those in ice and smashed them on the floor right away.
He’s brought a bunch of different presents after that, but it seems like all his
research has led him to conclude that food and drink are our favorites.
I mean, he’s not wrong.
Although I still think liquor is kind of a weird move.
“…Maybe just a little.”
For some reason, Vampy takes the lid off the bottle and sniffs the contents.
“Oof!”
That alone is enough to send her reeling.
Ah, right. Vampy really can’t handle her liquor.
During our travels, the Demon Lord bought alcohol by the barrel and drank it
on the regular.
We joined her sometimes, but Vampy wasn’t allowed to drink, since she was
an infant and all.
 Although she still stole a few sips on occasion when the Demon Lord was
distracted.
But whenever she did manage to drink, she always passed out immediately.
I guess being extremely weak to alcohol might be in her genes.
According to Mera, Vampy’s mom also fell asleep whenever she had even the
smallest amount of alcohol, so she must have passed that down to her kid.
Judging by Vampy’s current reaction, she can’t even smell it safely.
Talk about wimpy.
Evidently realizing she can’t drink it, Vampy looks dissatisfied as she puts it
back on the table.
…Hmmmm.
Come to think of it, I guess I haven’t had any alcohol since my deification.
When I was an arachne, I used to drink along with the Demon Lord from time
to time, but after the deification stuff happened, she forbade me from drinking
because of my feeble state.
I believe she said something like, “Yeah, no, I don’t think White should drink
anymore.”
And yeah, I guess she wasn’t wrong.
The only reason I was able to handle my liquor so well as an arachne is
because I had those stats and resistance skills and stuff.
Without all that, my body is super-weak and unprotected.
So it makes sense to conclude that I shouldn’t be drinking in a state like that.
To be honest, even I’m sure that drinking now would totally make me sick!
But wait!
Doesn’t that mean I should rise to the challenge?!
If I live my life in fear forever, how will I ever move forward?!
Now is the time to take the first step!
 In other words, what I’m saying is that I wanna drink alcohol again.
It’s human nature to want to try something when you’re told that you can’t.
Although I’m a spider, not a human.
My memories around drinking are kinda vague for some reason, but I do
remember being pretty happy when I did it.
And since the Demon Lord isn’t around to keep an eye on me, this is the
perfect chance to recapture that happiness buried deep in memories past,
right?
So c’mon—let’s give it a try!
Since I’ve finished the tea in my cup, I pour some liquor into it instead.
“You’re going to drink it? Take it slow, all right?”
Vampy stares at me reproachfully.
Those puppy-dog eyes aren’t going to stop me, little girl!
Fortunately, it appears that Riel and Fiel aren’t going to try, either.
In fact, they’re holding out their cups like they’re waiting for their turn.
All right, then. You guys can be my accomplices.
Yesss, come to the dark side. Heh-heh-heh.
I pour some liquor into Riel’s and Fiel’s cups.
Sael’s, too, although I don’t know if she’s actually gonna drink it.
The liquid in our cups looks like a dark red wine.
The aroma is definitely pretty strong, too.
Oh yeah. You could almost get drunk off the smell alone.
If you’re going to give a woman alcohol, shouldn’t you at least pick something
a little more drinkable?
That stupid Hooligan just doesn’t get it.
Well, whatever. Bottoms up!
We clink our cups together, then gulp them down.
 Whew! That’s strong!
The taste and the alcohol content are both crazy intense!
Is it just me, or is this stuff meant for fancy connoisseurs?
My throat feels kinda weird, and my head is all spinny, and… Huh?
Hrmmm? Why’s Vampy moving back and forth like a metronome?
Huh?
Now THAT’s weird.
When did Vampy learn how to make the entire world wobble around like
that?
I didn’t even know that skill existed.
To cause a natural disaster like this, it must be some kinda super-advanced
earth magic or something!
“Stooop! Quit shaking it! You’re gonna break the world!”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Waaaah! Stop iiiit!”
“What do you mean?! H-hey, are you all right?”
Obviously not! That’s why I’m telling you to stop!
I guess I have no choice but to stop you myself!
Hiyah!
“…?! I don’t know what’s going on, but this seems dangerous! Sael!”
For some reason, Sael comes flying at me.
I must admit, it’s impressive that she can move so freely in this wobbly space.
But no! I won’t let a tackle like that stop me!
Repulsion, activate!
“Huh?!”
My Repellent Evil Eye power blows Sael away as she tries to leap toward me.
 At the same time, I stretch out my hands toward Riel and Fiel, who have been
trying to sneak up on me from either side.
Eat my Black Wave Motion Gun!
Waves of darkness pulse out of my hands, slamming Riel and Fiel into the
walls.
Bwa-ha-ha!
You’re a hundred years too early to defeat me!
Now that the three puppet spiders are incapacitated, I tie them up in thread
and hang them upside down from the ceiling.
While I’m at it, let’s get Vampy up there, too, since this is all her fault in the
first place!
“What the—?!”
Vampy dangles upside down in midair, her skirt flipped all the way upward.
She’s trying to hold it in place, but I can totally see her cutesy undies.
“Put me down! Put me down!”
Bwa-ha-ha!
Don’t even bother trying to freeze my thread with your magic.
My Antimagic Evil Eye will mess up your power before you can make a single
spell.
So why hasn’t the world stopped wobbling yet?
I can’t believe she just casually used a spell so powerful that it doesn’t stop
even if the caster is incapacitated!
“Stay up there for a while and think about what you’ve done!” I yell.
“What do you mean?! Why are you doing this to me?!”
Vampy’s shrieks of despair are music to my ears.
Something about her teary-eyed expression puts a grin on my face.
I kinda want to make her cry some more.
 So I spin some thread around into a little feather-like shape.
“Huh? Wait! What are you going to do with that?! Stop! Nooo!”
Aaaand up the nose it goes.
“Eep! A-a-achoo! Achoo! Waaah…”
Okay, now it’s tickling time.
Coochie coochie coo.
“Eeeeek! Noooooo!”
Ah-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!
…Oof.
Ouch. Uuurgh…
Good morning.
Hoo, boy, my head hurts.
Water…
I make some thread to pull the pitcher of water over to my hand.
Ah, I don’t have a cup.
Oh well.
I pour some water out of the pitcher, then manipulate it in midair to carry it
to my mouth.
Whew. Muuuch better.
…Huh?
Hmm? Hmm? HMMMM?!
Excuse me?! What did I just do?!
I pulled the pitcher over with thread and moved water around in midair?
I try to do it again but then realize there’s no more water in the pitcher.
But that’s not important right now.
I turn my hand over.
 As I stare into my palm, I can see what I’ve been trying to see all this time but
couldn’t until now: the movement of energy.
I manipulate it and form a rune.
Like the kind my magic skills used to make.
Once it’s fully formed, the rune summons a ball of darkness, just like I
pictured.
A floating mass of energy, around the size of a tennis ball.
I close my hand and crush it in my fingers.
A tiny explosion occurs inside my clenched fist.
But when I open my hand again, there’s not a single scratch.
Because I enhanced my defensive power and guarded against it.
“I’m back.”
Without thinking, I mutter aloud.
I’m finally back.
I don’t know what caused it exactly, but I can finally use my powers again!
I don’t think I can do things as freely as I was able to at the height of my
power, but it’s still a whole lot better than not being able to do anything at all.
Aaaaah! I did it!
Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo-hoooo!
I’m back! I’m baaaack!
I can feel it. I can feel the energy overflowing inside me!
And I can see it. I can use my Evil Eyes again, and I can see what I wasn’t able
to…see…before?
As I’m doing all this seeing, I notice the unconscious bodies all around me.
Vampy is hanging upside down with a very unladylike expression, and Sael,
Riel, and Fiel are dangling from the ceiling, too.
Huh? What the heck are you guys doing up there?
 THE VAMPIRE PRINCESS’S MIDNIGHT

LESSON

“Aaaaargh! It just doesn’t make sense!”

I scream into my pillow in my guest room.
That alone isn’t enough to cure my irritation, so I grab the pillow and start
smacking it violently against the bed.
“Why was it so impossible to fight back against her?! She was drunk! Drunk!”
As I continue to smack the pillow, the cloth tears open, sending the feathers
inside scattering through the air.
Finding them annoying as they swirl around the room, I freeze all of them in
an instant and shatter them to tiny pieces.
That’s become easy for me after all the sleepless nights I’ve spent training.
Ever since I lost to that horrid oni in the Mystic Mountains, I’ve been training
in secret late at night. I haven’t been able to do anything too big lest I wake
anyone, but thanks to that, I’ve gotten very good at precise manipulation.
At this point, my control is such that I can use even a fairly powerful spell
indoors without causing any damage to the room around me.
It might not be flashy, but I definitely feel like I’ve been steadily gaining
strength.
So why?!
I couldn’t even lay a hand on that lush!
Literally! She tied up my arms and legs with that damn thread!
 It doesn’t make sense!
I mean, yes, White has always been incredibly powerful, so it makes sense
that she’d be stronger than I am if she got her powers back. I know that, all
right?
But how could she get her powers back by going on a drunken rampage like
that?!
It could’ve at least been something a little more dramatic!
Like when she managed to produce thread again to save me when my life was
in danger—now that was a pretty good scenario!
I was actually a little moved by that, you know?!
Give me those feelings back!
Whew.
The glittering particles of ice on the floor are rather pretty in their own way, I
suppose.
I feel a bit calmer now.
Sael looks flustered in her corner of the room, but that’s her default state of
being, so I’ll just ignore her.
As difficult as it is to swallow, I have to recognize that this is the reality of
things.
I should be happy that White got her powers back.
If she stayed that frail forever, she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. And we
don’t know when the elves might attack, so it’s best for all of us if she has
power.
But if she’s back to her full strength, that puts me lower on the power
hierarchy again.
She’s already proven that I’m powerless against her.
Remembering the ungainly way she hung me upside down and tormented
me, I feel my face flush with humiliation and anger.
 Aaargh!
What in the world is that thread made out of anyway?!
Why wouldn’t it budge or freeze no matter what I did to it?! It’s unbelievable!
I’m actually pretty strong myself, you know.
Of all the private combat instructors who work in the mansion, not one of
them is stronger than I am.
And these are employees of a high-ranking royal demon family, so surely
they’re exceptional even for their race.
Frankly, they were so weak that they couldn’t teach me a thing.
From a normal perspective, that means I’m quite strong, doesn’t it?
So why couldn’t I lay a finger on her?!
During our journey, I was never once able to beat Ael in a mock battle, either.
If I couldn’t beat Ael, that probably means I can’t beat Sael, Riel, or Fiel,
either, doesn’t it?
And of course, Miss Ariel goes without saying.
But now I couldn’t even defend myself against White?
Why am I surrounded by such freakishly strong people?
I started to suspect this while we were traveling, but now I’m sure: It’s not
that I’m weak; it’s just that the people around me are way too strong.
So it’s not my fault I can never beat them!
Even if it is frustrating to lose all the time!
Is it just me, or have I spent my whole life losing?
I lost against that oni last time, too.
Aaaah! Just thinking about it again makes me so angry!
Next time I see him, I’m going to beat him to a pulp!
That’s right. I’m not weak at all.
It’s just bad luck that I’m never able to win in spite of that.
 My specs are definitely high, so if I just keep honing myself like I have been,
then I should get stronger. Maybe I’ll start spending more time raising my skills,
too.
…But is that really going to be good enough?
Not to brag, but I think I’ve been training quite intently all this time.
And yet, I still wasn’t able to beat White.
If I keep going at this rate, I don’t see how that’s going to change.
I need some kind of weapon.
Next time I fight that oni, I do think I can win.
I was at a major disadvantage because I didn’t have my weapon last time.
I glance over at my personal weapon, which I keep in my room: a huge
broadsword that’s currently taller than I am.
Miss Ariel picked it up at a secret auction, among other fine items.
I fell in love with it at first sight, and she agreed to give it to me as my
personal weapon.
It’s a sword made from the claw of a legendary-class monster, Fenrir. I’m sure
it could fend off any attacks from that oni’s katana.
I was able to hold my own pretty well against him even without a weapon,
and I’ve gotten even stronger since then.
There’s no reason I would lose.
But if I just stop there, then I’ll never get anywhere.
For now, my present goal will be winning against Ael.
My stats should catch up to hers soon enough, and if I train the skills I already
have, I think they’ll serve me quite well.
From there, I can see myself attaining perfection.
Close combat with my broadsword, long-distance attacks with water and ice,
plus some special tricks with my vampire abilities.
If I combine a solid magic-knight style with my vampire abilities like Kin
Summoning and Mist Form, I honestly think I could become quite a
troublesome opponent, especially when encountering someone for the first
time.
See? I am strong after all, no?
And yet, even if I was to achieve that perfect form, I seriously doubt I could
beat White or Miss Ariel. Even against Ael, I think it would be a narrow victory.
It’s hopeless.
Utterly hopeless.
Yes, I definitely need more weapons.
I think I already have quite a few good cards in my hand, but I can’t just settle
for that.
Appraising myself, I take a look over my skill list.
Are there any skills I could acquire that would synergize well with my fighting
style?
Pacing around the room, I go back and forth between the list of my skills and
of skills I haven’t acquired over and over.
Fortunately, I still have plenty of skill points.
White’s brutal training method prioritized acquiring skills naturally through
training instead of spending skill points.
If I wanted to, I could acquire tons of skills all at once.
But a bunch of level-1 skills won’t help me in the least.
Perhaps they would expand my options, but considering the time it would
take to level up all those new skills, most of them would probably go to waste.
And even if I did have that many, I might not be able to use them all to their
fullest potential in battle. Even Miss Ariel says that she has plenty of skills that
she barely ever uses.
So the best approach would be to find one or two skills that suit my style well
and focus on those.
 I already have just about every close combat–related skill that could help me
with my broadsword.
And as far as magic goes, I’ve been working hard at Water and Ice Magic,
since I’m best suited to those, and I have Dark Magic as a fallback, so I don’t
think I need any others.
Which means the ideal addition would be something to strengthen my
vampire abilities.
Hmm.
Nothing really jumps out at me, though.
The special abilities of vampires can be broken down into three broad
categories: bloodsucking, blood control, and kin.
Bloodsucking, as the name implies, allows me to suck someone’s blood and
receive various boons.
For example, I can sap the victim’s stats and skills and temporarily make them
my own.
The ability to turn the victim into a vampire, which makes them subservient to
me, falls into this category.
Fang-related skills, like Poison Fang and Paralyzing Fang, would probably be
the best pairing for that.
But it would probably be more effective to pick up the superior versions of
those, like Paralysis Attack and Poison Attack.
Besides, it’s not like I actually bite people in battle all that often.
I did bite the oni when I fought him, but that was only because I had no other
weapons.
Blood control is the ability to manipulate my own blood.
It has various uses, like improving my healing abilities or producing blood
bullets, spears, and so on just like Water Magic.
In recent training, I’ve learned that I can combine it with Water Magic to
improve its maneuverability and ease of use. If I mix some of my own blood into
water produced by Water Magic, I can manipulate it completely freely.
I think I’ll be able to use that even better than regular blood control.
Kin abilities allow me to summon familiar-like creatures, separate from those
who become my kin when I suck their blood.
The summoned kin exist only for a temporary amount of time, and I can
control them to my will.
True to the traditional image of vampires, the kin I can summon are creatures
like bats and wolves.
I can also transform myself into the shape of these creatures.
Skills like Cooperation and Leadership might work well with these kin-related
abilities, improving my use of these summons.
But there’s one problem: Those summons are pretty weak.
On average, each one has stats around 1,000.
If I train some more, they’ll probably get stronger, but I’d like them to be
closer to the 10,000 range.
Since they’re only around a tenth of that strength, I don’t think improving my
skills in that department would be very helpful.
Whenever I tried summoning them against Ael, she crushed them
immediately. If they’re fighting anything stronger than themselves, I don’t know
if they would even be able to serve as a diversion.
In that case, Kin Summoning isn’t very cost-effective.
It might be useful against a weaker opponent to overwhelm them with
numbers, but if it doesn’t work on any really strong opponents, that’s not
terribly enticing.
Still, there can’t be any harm in gaining skills like Cooperation and Leadership,
so I suppose I’ll keep them on the list of possibilities.
So if bloodsucking and kin control aren’t all that useful, I suppose that means
enhancing blood control is my best bet.
But what new skills would improve my blood control?
 I already have any skills that would help with Water Magic, which works in
tandem with blood control.
Hmm. Blood…blood…
The first thought that comes to mind is Merazophis’s blood.
The sensation of biting into his neck and drinking up his blood.
Immediately, my face grows hot.
Oh dear. Now is not the time to be imagining that kind of thing.
Don’t I have any other memories related to blood?
Then something hits me—and unlike that memory of Merazophis, it’s far less
pleasant.
Ah, I don’t want to think about that.
I believe that was when I was young in my previous life.
It was an old movie I saw on TV, with blood-related imagery that left an
intense impression on me.
The movie was part of a famous series, in which alien monsters attack
humanity…creepy monsters covered in sticky liquid, with a second set of jaws
inside their mouths.
My father in that life loved those movies and often rented them to watch at
home.
I was very young when I saw them, so they were a bit traumatic for me.
The monsters were terrifying, and most of the human characters were
brutally murdered by them.
That definitely wasn’t anything a little kid should’ve been watching.
I don’t remember the details of the story, but I definitely couldn’t forget those
creepy monsters, no matter how much I tried.
And there was one particular feature of those monsters that had to do with
blood.
If I remember correctly, their blood was highly acidic.
 I distinctly recall being on the verge of tears when a character finally defeated
a monster, only to be mortally wounded by the spray of its blood.
Acidic blood.
I don’t want to have anything in common with those awful creatures, but it
wouldn’t be a terrible way to increase my offensive power, would it?
In fact, it doesn’t even need to be blood. I specialize in Water Magic, so
couldn’t I just make that water acidic somehow?
Sure enough, when I look over the list of skills I haven’t acquired, I find the
Acid Attack skill.
It’s only a mere 100 points to acquire it, so I do so without hesitation.
While I’m at it, I pick up Acid Enhancement for another 100 points, too.
To test it out, I produce a sphere of water with Water Magic, add acid to it,
and throw the remains of the pillow inside.
Bit by bit, the pillow slowly melts inside the sphere.
Well, I suppose that’s about all you can expect from a level-1 skill.
It seems like it’ll combine well enough with Water Magic, though.
That means I can enhance my attack power without having to change my
usual battle style.
Not a bad purchase, if I do say so myself.
Hmmmm.
Well, now that I’ve upped my offense a bit, what can I do about defense?
I suppose my defense is already pretty high to begin with, though.
Thanks to the Undying Body skill I was born with, I can survive my HP being
reduced to 0, albeit only once a day. Undying Body also enhances my
resistances, and I’ve already acquired every resistance skill available.
I haven’t reached the nullification stage for any of them yet, of course, but it
takes long and tireless training to level up a resistance skill, so that’s one thing I
can’t really rush along.
 I still remember the early days when I thought it was crazy to deliberately
hurt yourself for that purpose.
So I won’t be able to enhance my defense right away.
Other than that, I already have just about every buff skill available, though I
suppose I could still work on debuffs—skills that weaken the enemy’s abilities.
I already have two debuff methods so far: Cursed Evil Eye and Paralyzing Evil
Eye.
Cursed Evil Eye lowers the stats and reduces the HP, MP, and SP of any target
within view.
And as the name implies, Paralyzing Evil Eye paralyzes the target.
The Evil Eye skills are said to be quite rare, available only to certain races or
those with a gift for that kind of technique. Merazophis and I can acquire them
because we’re vampires.
I’m told that White once had many advanced versions of the Evil Eye skills,
which have even more powerful effects, but evidently she couldn’t use them
without Perseverance, one of the Seven Heavenly Virtues skills.
But even if the limited Evil Eye skills I could acquire are inferior versions,
they’re still quite powerful.
However, each eye can use only one Evil Eye skill at a time, so since I already
have two different kinds, acquiring more wouldn’t do me much good.
Although if I really wanted to strengthen them, I could always sink a bunch of
skill points into the Evil Eye skills I already have.
In addition to acquiring new ones, skill points can also be used to raise the
skill level of skills you already have.
However, since you can raise skill levels with training, it does seem like a bit of
a waste.
Besides, if I was going to raise a skill level like that, I’d rather do it for a
different skill.
I glance at the skill in question.
 Jealousy LV 9.
The lesser form of the Seven Deadly Sins skill Envy, it’s already quite high-
level.
Miss Ariel and White told me in no uncertain terms that I should never raise
that skill’s level.
The Seven Deadly Sins skills are powerful, but they also have negative effects
on your mind, they said. Their advantages are great, but the disadvantages are
great as well.
The way the Wrath skill reduced that oni to little more than a rampaging
beast is proof enough of that.
If my Jealousy skill evolves into Envy, then I might go on a rampage, too, albeit
in a different way than that oni.
That frightens me.
But at the same time, I can’t help thinking…since it’s already level 9, I’m sure
it will evolve into Envy eventually, even if I try to leave it alone.
If it’s going to happen anyway, shouldn’t I just get it out of the way sooner?
The Seven Deadly Sins all seem to be extremely strong, and if I’m going to
acquire it whether I like it or not, maybe I should just do it right now.
It’s a tempting thought.
Thus far, I’ve been able to hold myself back, constantly reminding myself that
I mustn’t do such a thing.
But now, the memory of being tormented by White overcomes that self-
restraint.
<Proficiency has reached the required level.

Skill [Jealousy LV 9] has become [Jealousy LV 10].> <Condition satisfied.

Skill [Jealousy LV 10] has evolved into skill [Envy].> <Proficiency has reached the required
level.
Acquired skill [Taboo LV 1].>
<Proficiency has reached the required level.
 Skill [Taboo LV 1] has become [Taboo LV 2].> <Condition satisfied.
Acquired title [Ruler of Envy].>

<Acquired skills [Divine Scales LV 10] [Root of Evil] as a result of Title [Ruler of Envy].>
Hmm? How very strange.
For some reason, I’ve lost some skill points, and my Jealousy skill turned into
Envy.
Oh dear. I suppose these things do happen.
…All right, I did it.
No, it’s not like that! It was just a little whim, that’s all!
I wonder what White and Miss Ariel would do if they knew I disobeyed their
instructions…
No, it’ll be fine.
Right now, I’m the only one who knows.
Then I remember that there’s someone else in the room.
Whirling around, I see Sael still crouching in the corner, staring at me with a
curious expression.
I-it’s fine.
Sael doesn’t know that I just acquired a skill, I’m sure.
It’s fine. It’ll be fine!
I don’t feel any of the mind-corrupting effects just yet that Miss Ariel
mentioned.
It might be the sort of thing that happens over time without one noticing, but
as long as I don’t overuse the Envy skill, I imagine nothing too terrible will
happen.
The effect of Jealousy is to disable a target’s skills.
And it can’t be blocked by resistance skills, either.
In other words, if I use Envy, I can make it so that my opponent can’t use their
skills.
 Jealousy did the same thing, but now it can’t be resisted, and the limit on how
many skills I can disable appears to have been lifted.
Yes, this could definitely be a good trump card against that oni.
Its only really threatening skill was Wrath, so if I disable that skill, I’ll be able
to win for sure.
Besides, by gaining the Ruler of Envy title, I’ve gained two more skills, and my
stats have even increased a bit.
It doesn’t look like I can activate the Root of Evil skill, but the Divine Scales
skill is amazing!
When I try it out, it produces peculiar scales over my skin.
They’re incredibly hard to the touch.
And on top of enhancing my pure defensive skill, they even dampen the
effects of magic.
Now my physical and magical defense have both gone up at once.
Acid Attack for offense.
Divine Scales for defense.
Envy for debuffing.
They’ve all improved at once.
Heh-heh. Yes. This is perfect!
Now I can win!
The perfect form I imagined has become even more incredible in one fell
swoop!
If I just keep training without resting on my laurels, perhaps I’ll be able to beat
Ael sooner than I expected!
Heh-heh. Heh-heh-heh!
Just you wait!
For now, I’ll start by raising my Acid Attack skill level.
And I’ll try to keep the fact that I’ve acquired Envy a secret, if at all possible.
I’m sure I still can’t beat Miss Ariel or White, after all.
As I cackle to myself in the dead of night, Sael seems to look on in silence.
 ARRIVAL AT THE GREAT ELROE LABYRINTH

Ever since the upside-down-girls incident, Vampy has been in a very bad
mood.
Well, I guess I can’t blame her. She gave me the whole story, and apparently, I
caused that whole debacle while I was drunk.
She tried to calm me down when I went on a drunken rampage, and instead I
went wild. If I were her, I’d get mad, too.
But I don’t know why that means she has to invade my room every chance
she gets.
Even now, while I’m testing out my abilities, she’s sitting there having a tea
party with Sael and company. Plus, since Vampy is the only one of them who
talks, that means their little tea parties consist of sipping tea in silence and
watching something.
Normally, their entertainment is Fiel goofing around when she gets bored of
the stuffy silence or Riel suddenly doing some bizarre activity.
Otherwise, they have to actually just sit there in boredom, or Vampy has to
start talking by herself.
But now, they have the exciting new option of observing ME.
And that’s exactly what they’ve been doing lately.
Four pairs of eyes stare at me expectantly, making it difficult to get anything
done.
But I do feel guilty for putting them through the upside-down incident, so I
can’t be rude to them about it.
 So I just try to ignore them as best I can while I test out my abilities.
My powers finally returned to me when I got drunk.
…Yeah, I know that sounds pretty terrible, but I have to ignore it.
While my powers are back, that doesn’t mean I can use them exactly the
same way I did before.
I still don’t have skills or stats, after all.
What I’m doing now is basically just imitating those.
What exactly are skills and stats, you ask? Well, they’re part of a crazy-huge
act of conjuring called the “system.”
Most phenomena in this world that defy the laws of physics are actually
brought about using energy that works by entirely separate rules.
Artificially manipulating this energy is the basis of magic.
In a broader sense, that means that skills and stats are a kind of conjuring,
too.
The giant act of conjuring known as the system supports humans so that they
can easily harness said conjuring, in the forms of skills and stats.
When I underwent deification, I became exempt from the system, so I don’t
get the support of skills and stats anymore. That’s why I wasn’t able to use my
powers.
After all, that requires sensing and manipulating the energy that forms the
basis of all this, and I no longer have the Magic Power Perception or Magic
Power Operation skills that used to do that for me.
You have to use energy for conjuring, but I wasn’t able to see or feel that
energy, never mind know how to manipulate it, so I wasn’t getting anywhere.
But I was able to do it before, even if the skills were helping me.
I thought I might be able to get a sense for how I did that if only I had some
kind of chance.
Although I never thought that “chance” would consist of getting drunk.
 If drinking was all I needed to do to get my powers back, then why did I suffer
so miserably for almost two years…?
Unreal.
Well, whatever. They’re back now, so there’s no point dwelling on the past.
Anyway, skills and stats support the residents of this world so that they can
perform conjuring more easily.
So if I can use conjuring now, that means I should be able to do all the same
things I did before, even without the support of skills…in theory, at least. In
practice, it’s not so easy.
It’s like the difference between riding a bike with training wheels and a bike
without them. Obviously, it’s gonna be hard at first.
I have to control the whole thing myself, without the support of skills.
For some reason, I can produce thread without really thinking about it, but for
everything else, I have to consciously produce the runes and such.
It’s not like using a skill, where you know how to do it right off the bat.
I have to figure out what the system’s support was doing when I used each
skill and control that part myself.
I guess it’s kinda like the difference between automatic and manual.
It’s pretty hard, though.
I mean, I can sorta remember the runes and stuff for skills I used relatively
often. But it’s more like I remember the feeling of using them than the detailed
steps.
I have to rely on vague feelings like, I dunno, was it kinda like this? which
actually seems to work more often than not.
I guess it’s sorta like muscle memory…or maybe soul memory?
Well, as long as I can use those, that’s fine with me.
The problem is the stuff I can’t use yet.
I don’t remember the skills I didn’t use as often, so it’s been tough to get
them to work.
There are some skills that I constantly had on by default in order to raise their
skill levels, but there’s plenty more that I never did that with.
At the moment, I have no idea how to re-create about half of those lesser-
used skills.
I do have a vague sense for most of them, so I think if I keep practicing, I’ll be
able to do it eventually.
But there are a few others that I can’t seem to use at all.
The biggest example being magic.
I can use Dark and Spatial Magic without a problem, but the rest of them are
tougher.
I know what you’re thinking. C’mon, conjuring and magic are basically the
same, so what’s the problem?
But listen, those are totally different.
In fact, magic is just one small part of the giant conjuring known as the
system.
D added some gamelike elements and fancy effects to give the impression of
“magic.”
It’s sort of like an illusion, except it actually affects reality.
Sure, that magic produces fire or water or whatever, but it’s not quite the
same as the regular kind of fire or water.
It has some stupid extra parts like attributes and resistances, for one thing.
In fact, most of it is superfluous stuff, to the point where the rune producing
the all-important fire, water, etc. is more like a bonus than anything…
Skills have attributes, and there are resistances that oppose them.
This is embedded in the gamelike system, which also creates affinities.
That’s why runes are so unnecessarily complicated.
So, since I know only the runes produced by my old skills, I don’t know which
parts of them are actually necessary for pure conjuring that’s not related to the
system.
When I try to reproduce those same runes, they’re inevitably connected to
the system—and since I’m cut off from the system, I can’t activate them.
Since all magic has these stupid “attributes” attached, that means I can’t use
most of it.
That goes for non-magic skills that have attributes, too.
Like Jinx Evil Eye, for instance. It has the Curse attribute, and it directly attacks
HP and MP and stuff, all of which are directly connected to the system.
If I want to re-create Jinx Evil Eye, it might be better just to build a new rune
from scratch.
Not that I have the know-how to do that!
On the other hand, there are two kinds of skills I can use even though they
have attributes: Dark and Rot.
But wait just a minute.
Okay, Dark is one thing.
I don’t know why I can use something that’s so obviously attribute-based, but
it’s useful, so I’m not gonna worry about that.
But what is Rot doing here?!
The Rot attribute was always a last resort among my many strategies.
Of course, when I did use it, it was very reliable.
But that’s only if I could use it properly.
’Cause the Rot attribute is a total double-edged sword!
It’s so damn strong that it causes recoil damage to the user. And that’s when I
had it under the control of skills thanks to the system!
What’s going to happen if I use it without any of those restraints?
I’m so scared that I don’t even dare test it out.
My giant scythe still seems to have that kind of attribute, so I thought maybe
I’d be able to use it all right, but that was a failure.
It started to activate without a problem, so I panicked and shut it off.
I still got a little recoil, since I stopped it so abruptly, but I’m sure it’s nothing
compared to what would happen if I actually activated it.
But warning bells were going off in my head so loudly in that moment that I’m
not sure I would’ve survived. Letting it activate all the way wouldn’t have led to
anything good.
It’d be one thing if it misfired and I lost an arm or something, but in the worst-
case scenario, I could’ve actually died.
That nasty evil god told me that I would’ve died from using it if I didn’t have
the resistance, and that was when I had skills.
Now that I don’t have that safety net, I have no idea what’ll happen.
So I’m going to be super-careful when it comes to the Rot attribute. Yeah.
And Rot’s not the only thing I have to be careful about.
I was able to handle everything easily with the help of skills, but now I have to
keep it under perfect control without any help.
I’ve got to handle everything with care, not just Rot, or I could easily make
something misfire at any moment.
So I’m keeping my practice relatively simple, not to mention sticking to stuff
that wouldn’t cause too much damage if it did go awry.
Right now, I’m working on seeing through stuff.
My eyes have a whole bunch of pupils, so I have to keep ’em closed when I’m
in town and stuff so I don’t freak out other people.
Obviously, I can’t see with my eyes shut, so it’s pretty damn inconvenient.
If I can learn to see through things like I used to with Clairvoyance, I can look
right through my eyelids at the outside world, so I won’t have to deal with all
that nonsense.
Plus, it wouldn’t do any real harm if I mess this up, so it’s perfect for
practicing in my room.
 To an outside observer, it probably just looks like I’m sitting here with my
eyes closed, but for some reason, the peanut gallery seems to find this
interesting enough to keep watching me.
Even Fiel, who normally doesn’t have the patience for this kind of thing, is
staring at me.
It’s starting to stress me out, so I turn away from my audience of little girls.
Then Fiel silently sneaks around my side and waves her hand in front of my
face.
I can see you.
Even with my eyes closed, I can see you with Clairvoyance.
But if I react now, she’ll probably get carried away and distract me even more,
so I ignore her.
The speed of Fiel’s hand waving steadily increases, and soon she starts
moving the rest of her body, too, until finally she’s demonstrating some
bizarrely feverish dance in front of me.
Oh, come on! You got carried away anyway?!
It’s getting annoying, so I open my eyes and use Inert Evil Eye.
Fiel freezes in a shee! pose.
Okay. I wasn’t expecting the pose, but I guess it worked.
Inert Evil Eye originally evolved from Paralyzing Evil Eye. Since the latter has
the Paralysis attribute, I normally wouldn’t be able to use it, but Inert Evil Eye
has a sort of time-stopping effect.
I guess that effect is unrelated to Paralysis, which is why I’m able to use it.
That’s the only explanation I can think of anyway.
By the way, I can technically still use it even with my eyes closed.
If I combine it with the see-through effect of Clairvoyance, it still works, but
it’s less effective and harder to control.
I can activate several at the same time, too, but I don’t want to push it too
hard while I’m still learning the ropes.
Although I’m hoping that eventually I’ll be able to combine Evil Eyes with
Clairvoyance and do super-long-distance Evil Eye attacks like I could before.
But first, I have to figure out what I can and can’t do and practice hard to
improve.
…So? How long is Fiel going to stay frozen?
Oh? It won’t wear off until I stop it?
How exactly do I do that?
After that, I struggled for a while until I finally managed to release Fiel from
her inert state.
Yep. It’s important to understand how these powers work.
That was definitely a good reminder.
So I’ve been testing out my powers pretty successfully, and guess where I am
now? The Great Elroe Labyrinth.
Why? Because I teleported here.
It’s not like I actually wanted to come here even a little bit, but when I was
trying to decide where to go to test out teleporting, it was the first place that
came to mind.
And as soon as I thought about it, I found myself here.
I teleported so naturally, it’s almost shocking, if I do say so myself.
Just like when I make thread, I don’t even have to think about constructing
runes or anything like that. What’s up with that?
Isn’t teleporting, like, a super-advanced skill?
Well, I guess I did use it all the time.
It was literally my lifeline, y’know?
But I didn’t think it was going to be this easy to use it.
The Spatial Magic skill was always pretty hard, since you had to designate a
destination and use it as a starting point while activating Teleport.
 The farther away the destination, the longer it takes to designate it.
And it takes a pretty long time before you can actually teleport there, too.
Again, with an even longer waiting period for faraway places.
In other words, it always took a crazy-long amount of time to activate
Teleport.
Even with my cheat skill Height of Occultism, Teleport took anywhere from
seconds to even minutes to prepare, depending on the distance.
But when I teleported just now, all I had to do was think about a place, and I
found myself there right away.
Seriously, what the hell?
I don’t get it. Why would it be faster to do this without the support of skills?
Hmm? Did the skill actually kinda slow me down?
Skills are essentially a form of assistance that activate conjuring for you.
They’re a structure that makes it easy and safe to produce runes.
But it’s trickier than it seems: It also means that the system itself is doing the
dangerous part of the work in place of the user.
But what if the system was slower at constructing that part than the user?
Then it might actually be faster to do it without the assistance of the system.
But is such a thing even possible?
I can kind of understand it with the thread, since I’ve been using it nonstop
since I was reborn here.
But why would I be able to use an advanced technique like Teleport faster
than when I had the system’s help?
Hrmmm.
I mean, it’s obvious that I must be some kind of genius, but still.
I guess there’s no point in dwelling on something I can do when I should really
be focusing on the things I still can’t.
I’ll just try to be grateful that I was able to do it more easily than I expected.
 So anyway.
Here I am in the Upper Stratum of the Great Elroe Labyrinth.
Specifically, I’m in that big space on the border with the Middle Stratum.
I called this area home for a long time, so it makes sense that it’d be deeply
ingrained in my mind.
After all, this is the first place I thought of when I tried to teleport.
And now, a swarm of white spiders is clamoring around my former home.
So I’m surrounded, so what?
Sure, I might be screaming EEEEEK! on the inside, but it doesn’t look like these
guys are going to attack me.
On the contrary, they actually seem happy to see me.
They’re showing their joy by bouncing up and down, almost like they’re
dancing.
Huh.
Teleporting here to find myself surrounded by spiders dredged up some
unpleasant memories, so I panicked at first, but I guess I don’t mind as long as
they don’t attack me.
Being surrounded by spiders reminded me of the first thing I saw in this
world, the bloodbath of my spider siblings. I wasn’t exactly looking to relive my
first traumatic experience here.
By the way, my second traumatic experience was seeing Mother right after
that.
The third was when my home got destroyed, and the fourth was Mr. Araba.
What’s this? When I look back on it, it kinda seems like I’ve had a lot of
traumatic incidents in my life, no?
Oh, but I’ve conquered most of those fears by now.
Trauma’s nothing to be scared of!
What? My legs are trembling?
 Th-that’s just because I’m so excited!
I’m definitely not shaking because this situation brought back traumatic
memories!
I’m not, okay?!
…Fine, so what if I am?! Everyone shakes a little once in a while!
Besides, the moment I was reborn wasn’t the only time I’ve been surrounded
by spiders, remember?!
There was also the time I got chased around by Mother right after I escaped
the labyrinth, barely managed to escape with my life via Teleport, and then
found myself surrounded by an army of spiders and almost got squashed!
You can’t blame me if I’m a little traumatized!
I really thought I was gonna die at the time!
But there’s no reason to be afraid now.
’Cause it occurs to me that the white spiders around me are actually kind of
my family.
Or family that was created by my Parallel Minds anyway.
These are the extra underlings my Parallel Minds made with the Egg-Laying
skill while they were temporarily separated from me.
But when I got deified, I absorbed all my Parallel Minds, so they really are my
family now, aren’t they?
In fact, if my Parallel Minds laid these eggs, doesn’t that mean I’m their
mother by blood?
Hey, Demon Lord, you’re a great-grandma nooow!
Once I dealt with those Parallel Minds, I just shoved these guys in here and
left them to their own devices. They were simply obeying my Parallel Minds, so
I couldn’t bring myself to kill ’em.
But I wasn’t gonna start looking after them, either.
Which is why I just teleported the lot of them into the Great Elroe Labyrinth
and left ’em here.
I didn’t know what had happened to them after that, but from the looks of
things, they’ve been getting on just fine.
Good, good.
Okay, your mom’s going home now, so keep up the good woooork.
Child neglect? No, that definitely doesn’t apply in this situation.
But the white spiders seem to sense somehow that I’m getting ready to
teleport away, because they suddenly freeze.
All that happiness dissipates at once, and suddenly they’re looking like a
bunch of abandoned puppies.
I guess in a way, that expression is accurate. Although they’re spiders, not
puppies.
Still, those eight eyes of theirs somehow look tearful to me.
Cut it out!
Don’t look at me like that!
You’re making it hard for me to leave!
In the end, I wound up staying over for the next several days…
It’s all because of those cute little eyes!
But I guess it’s fine, since I’ve managed to do some good experimenting in the
process.
The Great Elroe Labyrinth works pretty well as a space where you can use
dangerous techniques without inconveniencing anyone.
As a result, I’ve been able to figure out some things I couldn’t do in the duke’s
mansion.
This has been a pretty productive span of time.
The white spiders keep presenting me with monster corpses, but…I guess
that’s sorta cute.
Although now that I’m a human, monster meat doesn’t really suit my tastes
anymore.
Well. Y’know. Since they insist on offering them to me, I’m doing my best to
eat them, but I’ve got a pretty small stomach these days, so I can’t eat a whole
monster in one sitting anymore.
But I don’t like to waste food, so I’m doing my best…
I have occasionally been pretending to eat while storing it in subspace, but
that’s our little secret.
These guys just keep bringing me way more food than I can eat!
Since I’ve been away for so long, they seem excited to be able to serve me
devotedly.
Who raised them like this anyway? It’s a mystery.
In the end, I had to pull myself away from the white spiders as their eyes
begged me not to go and return to the duke’s mansion with Teleport.
The whole thing was a little painful for my heart, so I guess I’ll check in on
them from time to time.
“Where were you?”
Besides, there’s a scary little girl here, glaring at me like a wife who’s accusing
her husband of cheating.
I can’t spend all my time in a house with a scary girl like this!
I have another family who’s actually happy to see me!
“Don’t go wandering off on your own like that. Understood?”
…Yes, ma’am.
In the end, I couldn’t stand up to the anger of Vampy.
From now on, I’ll have to get her permission before spending the night
elsewhere.
 ICE DRAGON NIA

Oh, dear me.

As I dodge the blade that swoops toward me, I sense I’ve made a mistake.
A blunder.
And not just one—I have made several mistakes.
The first was allowing this whelp to live.
It was a mistake to obey my lord’s orders and refrain from attacking it
directly.
I thought that perhaps if I started a blizzard, the creature would die on its
own, but the thing has stubbornly clung to life.
If I had known this would happen, I would have confirmed it breathed its last
with my own eyes, even if it meant disobeying my lord’s orders.
The second mistake was instructing my brethren to hinder the whelp’s
progress.
Many of them lost their lives as a result, which also led to the significant
increase in the whelp’s level.
If I had put it down in the beginning, surely things would not have turned out
this way.
…The fact that I didn’t do it because I had a hangover is a shameful truth
indeed.
It’s all because that blasted alcohol Ariel gave me was so delicious!
I put on a brave face for my lord, but even now, my stomach churns, both
from stress and indigestion.
 The third mistake was agreeing to fight this whelp now in order to smooth
over the first two mistakes.
Alas, I have no fondness for battle.
Though I did not wish to let on as much in front of my lord, the truth is that I
would prefer not to fight.
Why should I have to face such a fate?
I miss the days when I could simply loll about at the peak of the Mystic
Mountains.
Yes, I am partially responsible for sowing these seeds, but half the blame also
lies with the little brat for committing such heinous acts.
Even after I gave it a good scolding, it insisted upon rampaging about like a
child throwing a tantrum.
And the fourth mistake is the action I took just now.
I dodged the brat’s attack, but it was a feint.
The real attack from its other sword lands squarely on my body.
A keening noise echoes as the brat’s blade clashes with my scales.
“That hurts, you fool!”
In truth, I do not feel pain because of my Suffering Nullification skill, but the
spirit of the thing remains the same.
I whip around my tail to knock away the brat.
But much to my irritation, it easily dodges my attack.
Ah, enough already!
I do so hate fighting.
Damn this brat.
Precious little time has passed since our previous bout, yet it has grown
almost unrecognizably in power.
Before, it couldn’t even leave a scratch on my scales, try as it might.
 But now? The place where its sword hit me is bleeding, the scale shattered.
It broke through the defenses of my Divine Scales.
My defense is second only to that of the earth dragon Gakia.
No, since Gakia has died, I suppose now I am first.
And yet, the whelp has injured me.
When was the last time I sustained a single wound?
I cannot even remember.
Even if I spend much of my time lazing about, I am still far more powerful than
most, you know.
Just hearing my name would be enough to bring most warriors to their knees!
Not that I ever really run into anyone who would try to harm me, since I never
leave the Mystic Mountains.
At any rate, what I wish to say is: No thank you.
I’ve been wounded!
If I get wounded enough, I’ll die!
This is the first time I’ve seen my own blood in hundreds of years!
No, I don’t like this one bit.
I may have acted cool in front of my lord, but the truth is I do not want to die.
Of course, if it truly comes down to it, I am willing to sacrifice my life for him.
But this?
This foolish squabble is not how I wish to die.
I do feel a degree of sympathy for the whelp’s plight, but it has already
exacted its revenge, so this violence is nothing more than taking out its anger
on others.
Perhaps it has lost its senses due to Wrath, but that is no excuse.
At least, not to me.
No excuse would be sufficient for injuring me like this.
 Oh dear. It’s starting to go to my head, too.
My apologies to my lord, but I do not wish to hear complaints if I kill this
whelp in the heat of the moment.
“Listen, cur. Don’t blame me if you die, all right? If you must blame anything,
blame your own ill fate.”
A freezing cold wind whips up around me.
It is the pinnacle of Ice Magic, freezing anyone instantly at the lightest touch.
The houses around us freeze, then break and scatter on the increasingly
violent winds.
Ice and wind.
And let us add a jinx, as well.
Even if the whelp withstands the ice, the jinx will eat away at it while its body
loses its warmth, whittling down its health.
And my Indolence skill will expedite that even further.
Indolence, a skill that is linked to the Seven Deadly Sins skill Sloth, increases
the rate of reduction of the target’s HP, MP, and SP.
You see, brat, I may not look it, but the truth is that I am known to play
dirtiest of all the dragons.
I use my powerful defense to endure lengthy battles, all while slowly wearing
down my opponent with a field of cursed ice.
Since I have been warned not to kill the brat, I will refrain from finishing it off
with a single blow.
But there is no need.
I shall simply keep fighting until the brat reaches its limits.
Just then, the brat’s power receives an enormous boost.
Huh?
What’s this?
Excuse me?!
 Wait a minute!
Where did this power come from?!
I wasn’t told about this!
“Grrraaaaaagh!”
The whelp howls and charges toward me.
So fast!
I can’t dodge in time!
In my panic, I try to take to the skies, but too late—the whelp’s sword cuts
into my torso.
I feel the sword break through not just the scales but the hide and even the
flesh beneath.
This is not good!
“Grrrr!”
Unleashing a roar of my own, I let loose with my Breath at full power.
In the blink of an eye, the village that was on the border freezes over,
shatters, and is destroyed without a trace.
But the brat isn’t there—no, I see in the corner of my eye that it’s trying to get
behind me.
I am not slow-footed by any means, but this creature is far faster than I.
How can it move like this in my cursed ice territory?!
What in the world is going on here?!
Oh dear!
All I know is that things are not looking good.
The wound it just inflicted is by no means shallow.
I must put some distance between us so that I can recover.
Spreading my wings, I decide to escape into the sky for now.
But just as I attempt to take off again, a sword slashes into one of my wings,
interrupting my actions.
Grrr! It’s made a huge cut through my wing!
Unlike the rest of my body, the scales on my wings are thin.
No matter how high my defense might be, even I have my weak points.
The wound will not prevent me from flying, but it will certainly reduce my
mobility.
If it attacks again while I’m taking off, I’ll be in serious danger.
Giving up on fleeing into the air, I resolve to intercept the brat on the ground
instead.
Honestly! Why should I have to go through such an awful experience?!
I have had no luck whatsoever in recent times!
I flap my uninjured wing with all my strength, whipping up a powerful wind.
Yet somehow, the whelp cuts through that wind and charges toward my neck.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, whelp!”
As the brat soars toward me, I lash out with a big bite.
My fangs clash against the brat’s swords.
The taste of blood fills my mouth, but it’s only a slight cut to my lip, not a
major wound.
The brat fends off my bite with both swords.
Now that it is rendered immobile, I hit it with my Breath.
A point-blank attack.
It cannot possibly dodge this!
Surely, even the whelp will not survive a direct hit from my Breath attack.
But it is a sacrifice I am willing to make.
Apologies to my lord, but he will have come up with some excuse to that
terrifying D for me.
…But it appears I am premature in thinking about what comes after this
battle.
The whelp’s swords produce fire and lightning, clashing against my Breath.
My attack proves more powerful, but the flames and lightning on its blades
have lessened its effect.
As the powers collide, they cause an explosion that sends the whelp flying
backward.
Grrr! Insolent brat!
That was not enough to finish it off?
But this is the perfect chance. It’s been blown off its feet.
Now is the time to finish it with another Breath attack!
To that end, I draw in another lungful.
At that moment, something slips from inside my mouth into my throat.
What did I just swallow?
My mouth was so full of blood that I didn’t realize anything else was there.
The feeling of dread is immediate, but even then it is too late.
The thing that I swallowed causes a massive explosion in my stomach.
“Guh?!”
Instead of my Breath attack, flames spurt out of my mouth.
What just happened?
I swallowed something…and it exploded?
What was it?
The whelp wasn’t holding anything except its two swords.
Its…swords?
Oh no!
Swords!
The whelp’s power is to create magic swords.
 It must have made a dagger-size exploding magic blade while I couldn’t see it!
I’ve been had!
Like my wings, there are other parts of me that are not nearly as tough, in
spite of my high defense.
And of course that goes for my innards as well.
An ordinary dragon might very well have died from this attack.
Even I have taken a great deal of damage.
This…does not bode well.
The damage is severe.
On top of that, the little brat is back on its feet—not only that, it’s already
charging at me while I am still reeling.
Its body is wreathed in fire and lightning.
That must be protecting it from my cursed ice.
The fearless creature’s attack closes in on me without mercy.
I raise my front legs to try to ward off the attack, but its sword slices deep into
my legs instead.
Then the other sword swings and creates another wound.
No.
It can’t be!
I am truly going to die!
My lord!
Help me!
Pitifully, I look in the direction where my lord stood in order to plead for help,
but he is no longer there.
What?!
My lord! Where have you gone?!
No, no, no!
I don’t want to diiie!
But my pleas are in vain, for the whelp’s attacks only become fiercer.
 ARRIVAL AT MR. ONI’S PLACE

Crime doesn’t happen in a meeting room.

It happens somewhere far away from us, but somehow we get caught up in it
anyway.
That is the truth I have come to realize.
Or something like that. I’m quoting some police show or detective show or
whatever, although I don’t really know what it means.
In other words, I’m in the middle of an escapist fantasy.
“Graaaah!”
Before me is a howling boy with bloodshot eyes.
He might look like a young boy at a glance, but that howl and his terrifying
aura suggest otherwise. The howl shakes the very air as well as my eardrums,
and his aura distorts the scenery around us.
In fact, the heat from one of the magic swords in his hands is literally making
my vision wavy.
The other one is producing purple lightning that crackles all over his body.
He kinda looks like a supervillain who’s awakened to his murderous rage…
Hey there, Mr. Oni.
You’ve gotten pretty wild-looking in the short time since we last saw each
other.
I mean, you were pretty wild that time, too, but I guess you didn’t stop there.
Wow, you really surpassed my expectations there, bud.
 Ha-ha-ha!
…Now what?
Why am I in this situation?
In short, it’s because of a guy named Güli-güli.
That’s right. Güli-güli is the culprit!
If this really were a police or detective show, that’d be the end of that, but I
guess things aren’t gonna wrap up so easily, huh?
Let’s rewind a bit to figure out how I got into this mess.
Güli-güli appeared out of nowhere.
“I have a favor to ask.”
A mysterious figure clad all in black suddenly interrupted our afternoon
teatime, which was becoming a daily ritual.
Normally I would complain about the security in the duke’s mansion, but in
this case, I can’t really blame them.
This guy is a genuine god, after all.
No amount of security could stop him from teleporting right on in if he felt
like it.
Since Güli-güli showed up so abruptly and announced that he had a request
equally abruptly, of course I didn’t know how to respond right away.
Besides, if I went around blurting out answers right off the bat whenever
someone talked to me, I’d lose credibility as the strong, silent type, dammit!
Meanwhile, while I was frozen in a panic, Fiel brought Güli-güli a chair for
some reason, so he joined our tea party.
Riel poured some tea into an extra cup and handed it to Güli-güli.
The man in black elegantly brought the cup to his lips.
A bunch of little girls and a grown man in black armor, sitting at a table
together, having a tea party.
How surreal can you get?!
 This is seriously unreal.
“This favor has to do with none other than the reincarnation you encountered
in the Mystic Mountains. I want you to stop him.”
After a sip of tea, Güli-güli cut straight to the chase.
At that, Vampy’s eyes glittered dangerously.
“Would you care to give us the details?”
Uh, sure, go ahead and speak for all of us, I guess.
Güli-güli hesitated for a moment, looking away.
“…I suppose this is within the limits of acceptability,” he muttered.
Talk about an ominous statement. What exactly is he so worried about?
Well, I guess there’s only one person who could make Güli-güli sweat like
that!
What in the world has that rotten evil god done this time…?
Actually, knowing her, isn’t said evil god probably listening right now?
Why would you mutter something like that?
Or did you want her to hear you on purpose?
“I suppose I owe you a show of good faith before I ask for your assistance.”
Güli-güli took another sip of tea.
Then he put down the cup and raised his hand.
With a light flick of the hand, he produced a rune.
The rune seemed to be some kind of visual conjuring, as it produced an image
in midair.
It displayed what looked like a satellite photograph, an aerial view of the
planet from outer space.
Specifically, it was a view of the Mystic Mountains, covered in white ice and
snow.
Ooh. So that’s what the Mystic Mountains look like from above, huh?
 I knew it was a bunch of really tall mountains next to each other, but wow,
the mountain range is bigger than I thought.
Looking at it from above like that, I realized that the mountains I saw from
ground level were just one small part of an enormous whole.
The route we took from human lands to demon lands was literally nothing
more than a tiny corner of the icy mountains.
As I stared blankly at the image, I realized something.
There was a flat area of land beyond the mountain range.
It wasn’t human or demon territory.
It was a different place entirely, separated from both by the mountains and
the ocean.
Hmm?
What’s this place? Unexplored land?
“After you fought him, he wandered the Mystic Mountains until he reached
this place,” Güli-güli began to explain. “This is a resting area for souls that I
myself created.”
I was sure I wasn’t the only one who had a question mark floating over her
head after that statement.
A resting area for souls?
Whaddaya mean?
“I suppose my description was insufficient. You are familiar with the system’s
method of energy collection, correct? It’s certainly revolutionary if you only
look at the numbers, but it isn’t without its problems. Namely, the gradual
deterioration of souls.”
The grimace on Güli-güli’s face made it clear that he thinks this is inhumane,
even if he can’t say it out loud.
Hrmmm. Soul degradation, huh?
Vampy and the puppet spiders still had those question marks, but I thought I
kinda got it.
 The system exploits the souls of people living in this world.
And if that goes on long enough, it’s not surprising that it would damage
people’s souls.
So what would happen if it just kept using them without giving them any time
to heal?
Ultimately, it’d mean those souls got destroyed.
A road that led to absolute nothingness, beyond even death.
Güli-güli must have made this little retirement spot to temporarily shelter
people whose souls are overused in order to avoid that.
Hmm. I’m guessing that means he makes sure people in this place don’t fight
and has them refrain from acquiring skills as much as possible?
It’s definitely not a permanent solution, but not bad as a stopgap measure.
“…You already understand based on that short explanation? That makes this
easier.”
Güli-güli didn’t actually look happy, though.
If anything, he seemed to find this inconvenient.
See, he probably told me the details about this little rest stop, which he would
normally keep secret as a show of good faith.
But still, having me fully understand its purpose probably isn’t ideal for him.
’Cause it really just drives home what a severe situation this world is in.
So I guess even though he wanted to make a gesture, he was hoping I
wouldn’t actually understand his explanation.
“Most of the people here cannot fight. So if he reaches there, driven mad by
the Wrath skill, you can imagine what would happen, yes?”
Hmm. Yeah, it’d be a bloodbath.
And if these guys all die, they’ll go from enjoying a peaceful life in this rest
stop right back to getting their souls worn down.
Although honestly, there is a part of me that’s thinking, So what?
 But this is clearly important to Güli-güli. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here asking
for our help.
“I cannot lay a hand on a reincarnation because of an agreement with D. But I
also cannot simply allow this disaster to happen. So I am asking you to stop him
in my place.”
Ahhh, so D is stopping him. Figures.
Knowing Güli-güli’s personality, he probably did try to stop Mr. Oni himself at
some point.
But D must have gotten in his way.
Because it wouldn’t be fun for her that way, I’m sure.
That’s exactly the kind of stunt that rotten god would pull.
And now, since Güli-güli can’t do anything about it himself, he’s here to
request our help.
He needs people who D would allow to interfere and who are also strong
enough to stop that crazy Mr. Oni.
In other words, Vampy and me.
I’m sure Güli-güli already knows that I got my powers back, and while I hate to
admit it, I seem to be a favorite of D’s.
So D probably wouldn’t scold one of her favorites for getting involved in this.
If anything, she’d probably be psyched.
Yep. Guess I’m the perfect choice!
“Will you accept my request?”
“Of course!”
Naturally, it was Vampy who responded so promptly, not me.
Seriously, is it really your place to make that decision for both of us?
But I guess it’s fine, since I was going to agree anyway.
“Thank you. Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like to head over right away. Are you
ready?”
 “Huh? Right now?”
Vampy sounded hysterical. She must not have expected that part.
“Yes. As soon as possible. I will take you there via teleportation and bring you
back the same way, so no need to bring traveling necessities. Please take only
what you need for the battle. We will leave as soon as you are ready.”
At that, Vampy flew out of the room, probably to get her beloved
broadsword.
She didn’t have a weapon last time, which made the battle tougher than it
needed to be.
“In addition, for this battle, I would prefer if only you reincarnations
participate.”
I was planning on just lounging around until Vampy got back, but then Güli-
güli went and dropped that bomb on me.
Say what?!
You mean only Vampy and I are supposed to fight that guy?
“If you bring Ariel’s kin, no doubt you would win easily. But that might spoil
D’s fun. The fact that I am bringing you there, even if I’m not fighting directly, is
already pushing the limits of what is acceptable to her. I understand that this is
a big request, but please.”
Ugh! I guess he has a point.
I was definitely planning on bringing the three puppet spiders. Sael alone
could fend off Mr. Oni, and if you added Riel and Fiel on top of that, I assumed
it’d be in the bag.
But would D really permit such a guaranteed victory?
Yeah, of course she wouldn’t!
A battle that boring wouldn’t satisfy that jerky evil god.
As soon as Güli-güli brought us in, she’d use that as an excuse to get in our
way by any means possible!
From that perspective, bringing the puppet spiders might make things even
more dangerous.
I wasn’t sure whether Vampy and I could beat Mr. Oni alone, but it’d be
waaay stupider to knowingly make D mad.
We had no choice, then.
The puppet spiders would have to sit this one out at home.
Immediately, three pairs of eyes fixated on me with a silent You’re gonna
leave us behind?
They somehow looked teary-eyed, even though that’s not possible.
Cut it out!
Don’t look at me like that!
You’re making it hard for me to leave!
“I’m ready!”
As I desperately fended off the three girls’ silent pleas to take them with us,
Vampy came back fully armed and ready.
Although all that really meant was that she’d changed into a more flexible
outfit and grabbed her broadsword.
Her clothes are made out of my thread, so they’ve got way more defensive
power than your average armor. And the broadsword, which is longer than
Vampy is tall, was made from the claw of the legendary-class monster Fenrir.
By the way, I’m told that Fenrir wasn’t actually defeated, it just attacked a
human fortress a long time ago and lost a claw in the process. I guess that
must’ve hurt pretty badly, because it was enough to make Fenrir retreat.
A broadsword made out of such a rare and valuable claw is probably, like,
national-treasure levels of important.
Apparently, it really was being kept under lock and key in some country’s
treasury, but then that place suffered catastrophic damage in some battle or
other, so they were forced to reluctantly part with it to pay for repairs.
Apparently, the battle had to do with a bunch of white spiders going on a
rampage or something. Sooo random, right? I wonder who was responsible for
that one…
Anyway, that’s how this broadsword wound up on the market, and the
Demon Lord bought it with her ridiculously vast assets.
Then Vampy took a liking to it and made it her personal weapon.
So she had my thread for defense and the Fenrir broadsword for offense.
Yeah. I don’t think you can get any better equipped than that.
And yes, I was armed and ready, too. I always wear clothes made out of my
thread, and I had my giant scythe fully equipped.
It’s dangerous to go alone, so I’m taking this!
“Good. Let’s go.”
Güli-güli activated Teleport.
We slipped through space with ease, and Vampy and I found ourselves in an
unknown land.
“Graaaah!”
I definitely recognized the angry Mr. Oni right in front of our eyes, though.
This is all happening a little too quickly, don’t you think?
End flashback.
No, my life isn’t flashing before my eyes just yet.
Which means I can still die!
So I quickly dodge Mr. Oni’s attack as he charges me faster than the eye can
follow.
Bwa-ha-ha! This isn’t gonna be like last time! My powers are back!
Although, unlike when I used to have stats and stuff, I can’t just keep my body
perpetually enhanced.
Stats automatically strengthen your body and physique in accordance with
the numbers, but with conjuring, you have to control that stuff manually.
I’m still not used to conjuring, so it’s not easy to keep it all up at once.
 Sometimes my attack power goes higher than I intended, and my defense
implodes on itself trying to keep up.
The defense part is especially important. Whether I’m moving or attacking, I
have to maintain defense high enough to withstand my enhanced speed and
strength, or I’ll take some serious recoil damage.
So keeping my defense high is my top priority.
Which means I’ll probably be okay even if Mr. Oni does hit me, but if I can
dodge him, I’d much rather do that.
There are still too many uncertainties when it comes to my conjuring.
“I’ll be your opponent, thank you very much!”
Meanwhile, as I’m getting as far away from Mr. Oni’s attack as possible,
Vampy charges right in with her broadsword.
She seems pretty enthusiastic for someone who got beaten to a pulp last
time.
And hey, wait a minute. You’ve been learning manners and stuff at the duke’s
mansion much more than battle training, so why exactly are you so confident
about this?
Do you think you can beat Mr. Oni now, even though you’ve barely had
enough time to train since our last fight?
Although Mr. Oni definitely seems to have gotten a lot stronger in that short
period of time.
“Hmph!”
Vampy swings the broadsword down from overhead.
I mean, the sword’s bigger than she is, so her only real options are swinging it
down or sweeping it sideways.
Instead of dodging, Mr. Oni raises one of his katanas to block it.
Oh, come on. You can’t really expect to block that with one hand, can you?
He must be seriously underestimating Vampy.
 Vampy grins wickedly, as if she’s having the same thought.
“Wha—?!”
But then her smile turns to shock.
Mr. Oni’s katana easily parries Vampy’s swing and knocks the broadsword
aside.
Then, while her guard is completely down mid-swing, he attacks mercilessly
with the blade in his other hand, aiming for Vampy’s neck.
In theory, she should be able to react.
But when he parried the broadsword, his katana-style magic sword activated
its power, sending lightning down Vampy’s blade.
The electric shock paralyzed Vampy for a moment, so now she can’t do
anything to stop the fiery blade that’s flying toward her.
Wait a minute, Mr. Oni!
Since when can a mindless berserker execute such a clever strategy?!
I immediately send out some thread to wrap around Mr. Oni’s arm.
Heh-heh. Thread and Spatial Magic are the two things I can conjure and
control freely without having to worry too much about the details!
Looks like I saved Vampy yet again. Am I cool or whaaaAAAAAAAAAT?!
“Graaaaah!”
Mr. Oni just swung his sword with sheer brute strength, despite the fact that
his arm’s wrapped in thread!
And what do you think that means?
I get yanked along with the thread and go flying into the air!
Even if I use body strengthening to enhance my physique, that doesn’t mean
my weight actually changes.
And I was so focused on arm strength that I all but forgot about my feet.
So I lose my footing instantly and get sent flying.
 Boy, at times like these, I sure do miss how my stats used to enhance my
whole body equally!
But even if I had strengthened my feet, I doubt I would’ve been able to stay
put. Considering this freakish strength, the ground probably would’ve gotten
yanked right into the air with me.
If I had the Spatial Maneuvering skill, I might’ve been able to make a foothold
and stop myself, but I’m not proficient enough to reproduce that on command
yet!
While I panic in midair, I manage to regain control of myself and flip upright.
I cut the thread connecting me to Mr. Oni and land safely on the ground.
Whew. But just as I sigh in relief, I realize something major.
Oh shit. Vampy might be dead.
My interference didn’t end up helping much, so if he managed to finish that
sword swing, he might’ve just sliced Vampy’s head right off.
“Ouch! Excuse you—that really hurt!”
But then an energetic shout from Vampy clears up my worries.
Um, what?
It looks like Mr. Oni landed a hit and sent Vampy flying just like me, but I don’t
see so much as a scratch on her neck.
Instead, something like scales have appeared.
What are those?
It doesn’t look like they’re stuck on there—more like she’s grown scales or
something.
Did the scales protect her from Mr. Oni’s attack?
That’s all well and good, but why scales?
Since when did Vampy evolve into some kind of scaly monster?
Meanwhile, Vampy charges at Mr. Oni again.
But since the broadsword can take only really big swings, Mr. Oni’s quick-
moving katana prevents it from getting anywhere near him.
On the other hand, Mr. Oni’s attacks keep hitting Vampy dead-on.
 But between her clothes made out of my thread and those mysterious scales,
she’s not taking any serious damage.
It does knock her HP down a little, but Vampy has one of the more advanced
HP-recovery skills, so I don’t think her life is in any serious danger.
In other words, this could be a long battle.
Since Vampy’s attacks can’t even graze Mr. Oni and his are doing at least a
little bit of damage, he has a leg up in this situation.
But still, I’m sure Vampy isn’t just blindly attacking without a plan, so she
must have a chance of winning.
“Argh! Enough already! Quit dodging around so much!”
…She does have a plan, right? …Right?
I trust you, Vampy.
Besides, considering that she’s got those crazy scales all of a sudden, I guess
she’s been getting stronger every day after all.
Yeah. I’m sure it’ll be fine.
So I guess that means I have a little more leeway to take a look at our
surroundings.
While Vampy and Mr. Oni exchange blows like crazy, a gigantic, bloodied
creature is lying nearby.
It’s a beautiful dragon with transparent, crystalline scales.
But right now, those scales are dyed red with blood. Appearing on the verge
of death detracts from its beauty a little bit.
And Güli-güli is reaching out toward that dragon’s injuries as if to nurse it back
to health.
That bastard! So that’s where he went after dumping us in front of Mr. Oni
and disappearing!
I guess that dragon must’ve been fighting Mr. Oni not long ago, but it looks
like things got pretty down to the wire. No wonder Güli-güli was in such a hurry.
 He must’ve teleported us in front of Mr. Oni to draw his attention away from
the dying dragon.
I’ve got a few choice words I’d like to say about that, but he probably had no
other choice in that situation, so I guess I’ll forgive him.
Wow, I’m sooo generous!
Hrmmm.
That dragon looks pretty strong at a glance, though.
I mean, it sorta looks exactly like how the Demon Lord was describing the
dragon who’s the head honcho of the Mystic Mountains, but…it can’t be, right?
…But I guess since Güli-güli is here, even if he can’t intervene directly, there’s
a good chance that the top dragon would be here, too.
From what the Demon Lord told me, the top dragon of the Mystic Mountains
is in the same category as Hyuvan, the wind dragon who helped us out during
the UFO incident. But this dragon still got beat up that badly?
Huh? Is Mr. Oni stronger than I realized?
Vampy’s in danger!
“Come on! What happened to all that energy you had before?! Die! Just die
already!”
Turning around, I see Vampy viciously attacking, while Mr. Oni has switched
to defense only.
Oh. Okay.
I guess there was no point worrying, then.
Vampy is swinging her broadsword around every which way while also
attacking Mr. Oni with Ice and Water Magic.
Plus, judging by the fact that the ice and water both contain a tinge of red, I’m
guessing it’s no ordinary magic. Since it’s red, I’d bet it has to do with some kind
of vampire blood-control ability, but I don’t know what it does exactly.
Mr. Oni’s skin is sort of inflamed in places, so maybe it’s some kind of acid?
 Yikes, Vampy. Such smol, very stronk.
Between those scales blocking Mr. Oni’s attacks and that red ice and water, I
guess Vampy’s been advancing in lots of ways without my knowing.
When did she get so powerful?
I mean, I always knew she was strong, but she definitely seems to have gotten
even more so in a short period of time.
Mr. Oni beat her and Mera into the ground last time, but now she’s
successfully fighting him on her own, so that proves how much she’s grown.
In fact, it seems like Mr. Oni has gotten stronger, too, so that means Vampy’s
growth rate is even more impressive.
She must’ve been really mad that he beat her, huh…?
Using the bitterness of defeat as motivation to grow sounds like something a
shonen manga hero would do.
“DIIIIIiiiiiEEEEEE!!”
A hero… Riiiight…
Yeah, I’ll just leave dealing with her mental growth to the Demon Lord. Good
luck with that.
I want no part of it, thanks.
I try to ignore the warning signs of Vampy’s developing inclinations as I watch
over her fight.
What’s that? Am I going to help her?
What, you want ME to cooperate with someone else?
Nah, I’m mostly kidding. I’m sure I could do it if I wanted to, okay?
I could, but for a battle this intense, supporting her would actually be pretty
tough.
Vampy and Mr. Oni are moving all over the place, so they keep switching
positions.
If I try to hop in there while I’m still struggling to control my powers, it could
easily lead to Vampy getting caught in some not-so-friendly fire.
Thread isn’t a problem to control, but they’re moving so fast right now that
there aren’t really any openings for me to intervene.
Cooperation is the kind of thing you can do only when you’re at least as
strong as the person you’re trying to fight alongside, y’know?
And unfortunately, I don’t think I can keep up with Vampy’s and Mr. Oni’s
speed as I am now.
When Mr. Oni sent me flying earlier, I learned without a doubt that just
strengthening my physique won’t allow me to move around and fight as freely
as I used to.
It’s clear to me now that I was able to do that only with the support of my
stats, plus skills like Dimensional Maneuvering.
Now I would have to enhance my movement, strengthen my defenses to
withstand the recoil from that movement, and then anticipate the effects of
external factors like the ground I’m standing on and include solutions for all that
in advance.
Only then will I be able to actually attempt a high-speed battle.
Right now, just doing any one of those things alone is hard enough for me to
handle, so I don’t think I could do all of them at once anytime soon.
Man, stats and skills really were awesome.
Actually, I guess it seems kinda weird that the system applies those things to
everyone who lives in this world.
I’m working my butt off trying to control my conjuring over here, while
everyone else gets to just do whatever they want while the system takes care of
it automatically for them! It’s not fair!
I keep complaining to myself while I watch Vampy and Mr. Oni battle.
At a glance, Vampy seems to be taking the lead.
Yeah, Mr. Oni is deflecting her broadsword easily, so she’s not even making a
scratch with that.
 But in the meantime, that red-tinted water is revolving around Vampy’s body,
and it goes after Mr. Oni whenever he tries to counterattack.
Wherever that water touches him, Mr. Oni’s skin sizzles and burns.
And if he ignores it too long, it freezes over, too.
The freezing doesn’t seem to stop the water from burning his skin, because
whenever Mr. Oni uses his magic sword’s flames to melt the ice, the flesh
underneath is nastily exposed.
Vampy must be combining the Acid Attack skill with Water Magic and Ice
Magic, I think.
Maybe she’s even using Telekinesis or something, too.
Which means she’s managing multiple skills at once now.
That seems pretty unfair, considering that I can barely even control one thing
at a time.
Unlike the broadsword, the red water attacks are difficult to predict, so Mr.
Oni can’t quite dodge without getting hit.
Well, yeah. It’s water. It can change shape freely, and if Vampy’s moving it
with Telekinesis, then she can use it to attack at will.
Pinpoint attacks, beam attacks, broad surface attacks—whatever she wants.
It’d be impossible to dodge all that.
Getting hit with a little spray of droplets doesn’t do that much damage, but if
he really gets drenched in the red water, the acid seriously burns large areas of
skin.
And on top of that, the water freezes and makes it harder for him to move,
causing him to get hit even more.
Talk about nasty.
And I don’t just mean the appearance of skin being burned with acid. The
strategy itself is nasty, too.
Of course, Mr. Oni isn’t going to take all that lying down.
 He’s using the magic swords in his hands to try to scatter the red water with
fire and lightning.
But unfortunately for him, it’s not a good matchup.
Fire and lightning are great for killing and wounding, but not so much for
intercepting attacks, since neither of them has physical mass.
If he wants to completely block the physical attack of the red water, he’d be
better off with the defense of Earth Magic or something like that.
Even if the explosive power of the fire and lightning can scatter the spray of
the red water, part of it’s bound to land on Mr. Oni, and the rest of the water
just gathers right back around Vampy.
Plus, while he’s having a tough time defending himself, Vampy can easily
produce more red water to replace what’s been scattered.
I don’t know how much MP it costs to use the powers of those magic swords,
but it looks to me like Vampy’s spending a lot less than he is.
He has to block her attacks or take major damage, but doing so costs him
serious MP.
But it’s not like he can just attack, either.
Vampy’s red water can actually block Mr. Oni’s fire and lightning.
Yeah. It’s water. So it has mass.
Even the dumbest grade-school kid knows that water beats fire, and the
electric currents of lightning can’t pass through it very easily, either.
Perfect offense and defense. Her opponent can’t block her attacks, but she
can block his.
Yep, you gotta admit, it’s pretty nasty.
It hasn’t even been that long since our last fight with Mr. Oni.
I didn’t think Vampy had enough time to raise her level in the duke’s mansion,
and I never saw her doing any intense training.
So her stats and skills probably haven’t changed that much.
 Which means her advantage now is because she reflected on her loss,
reconsidered her strategies, and came up with new methods specifically to beat
Mr. Oni.
It’s like they say: If you know your enemy and know yourself, you can fight a
hundred battles and never lose.
Analyze your enemy, polish your tactics and countermeasures, and hone your
repertoire to its limits. If you do that, as long as there’s not an insurmountable
difference in strength, you’ll stand a damn good chance of winning.
That’s how I won many a battle against opponents who were stronger than I
was.
Although most of them besides Araba were just surprise attacks, so I didn’t
have any real tactics or countermeasures to speak of!
I had Professor Appraisal to cover for that, though.
The red water keeps attacking Mr. Oni, and it’s definitely damaging him.
He seems to have some kind of HP auto-recovery ability, so the wounds are
gradually healing over time, but he gets more new injuries faster than the old
ones can heal.
At this rate, Vampy will probably win sooner or later.
But I wonder if it’ll really be that easy?
“Urgh! Groooooaaahhh!”
Mr. Oni unleashes an even scarier howl than usual.
At the same time, the aura around him grows exponentially in size.
Fire and lightning dance wildly around his body, until I can even feel the heat
from where I’m standing some distance away.
Mr. Oni moves forward, closing the distance between him and Vampy in an
instant. His charge alone is enough to disperse the defensive wall of red water,
and his two blades slash down at Vampy’s body at once.
Her eyes widening in surprise, Vampy has no time to dodge, and even those
new scales of hers can’t block an all-out attack from Mr. Oni’s swords, so her
body is slashed to ribbons…almost.
In truth, Vampy is now standing next to me in shock.
Mr. Oni’s big attack slashes through nothing but air.
As if letting off rage that has nowhere else to go, he sets off fire and lightning
that explode on the ground where Vampy was standing just seconds ago.
Mr. Oni gets caught up in the blast as shock waves blow through the area with
a massive boom.
Damn, that was close!
Even Vampy would’ve been blown to bits if she took a direct hit from
something like that!
“Huh? What? How?”
Vampy looks back and forth between the site of the explosion and me,
evidently confused as to what just happened.
What did I do, you ask? Nothing much, really.
I just got a feeling that things looked dicey, so I teleported Vampy over to me.
I couldn’t teleport a far-off target closer to me back when I had the Teleport
skill, but now I can do stuff like that easily.
Yep. When it comes to thread and teleporting, I can do even more than I
could with skills, even if I mostly suck at everything else.
So while I couldn’t jump into the battle, I can definitely save someone who
needs saving.
That’s why I’ve just been sitting around watching the battle from a safe
distance.
Damn, though, Mr. Oni.
Who would’ve thought that you still had another power-up left? Scary.
Vampy’s defense might be high, but I doubt it’s higher than that dragon lying
all beat-up on the ground.
Especially since I’m pretty sure those scales of Vampy’s are some kind of
Dragon Scales skill.
I dunno how she got a skill like that, but I did find it suspicious that Mr. Oni
couldn’t penetrate Vampy’s defense when he was able to beat a real live
dragon.
So I thought he might have some kind of trump card up his sleeve, but I
definitely never suspected it would be another power boost like that!
What is this? Your third form?
Does that mean eventually you’re gonna turn blue and go into your fourth
and final form or something?
Sorry, but I’m not some kind of battle maniac, so that doesn’t really excite
me.
Hmm?
But how exactly do Mr. Oni’s power boosts work anyway?
What can you tell us about that with your precious Appraisal skill, Miss
Vampy?
“Appraisal.”
“Huh? …Oh, right.”
Vampy hesitates a second, then obeys.
Appraisal has saved our butts before, after all. At least this time she
understands my request, even if it took her a second there.
“Battle Divinity Level Ten? That’s one of the only really high-level skills.
Maybe it’s a benefit of the Ruler of Wrath title? At any rate, that must be what
he activated just now. Wrath enhances the degree of strengthening granted by
Battle Divinity, too.”
Vampy analyzes Mr. Oni’s Appraisal results.
Ooh, I see.
While active, Mr. Oni’s anger-line skills spend MP, SP, and so on to increase
his stats.
 They seem to be pretty effective, and once they evolve to the final skill in the
line, Wrath, the increase becomes almost exponential.
And the Battle Divinity skill reduces SP to raise stats, too.
Battle Divinity LV 10 adds about 1,000 to each stat, I think.
And then that number gets multiplied by Wrath, so of course his stats get
crazy high.
I’m curious about exactly how high they can get.
“Stats?”
“…His physical attack is over twenty thousand.”
Good god.
Maybe it really is for the best that we didn’t bring along the puppet spiders.
Twenty thousand is even higher than their best stats.
Last time we fought Mr. Oni, Sael was able to hold her own against him in
battle, so I guess that means he’s done some serious leveling-up in this short
amount of time.
If the three puppet spiders all fought together, I’m pretty sure they’d win, but
someone might get hurt.
I don’t know if I’d be able to teleport multiple targets out of harm’s way at
once.
Boom! An explosion sends dust flying through the air.
Mr. Oni appears from the center of the explosion, looking seriously injured
but paying no mind to his injuries.
He doesn’t even care if he blows himself up.
Maybe his mind is just too far gone.
As soon as those rage-filled eyes lock on to us, he charges straight in our
direction.
“Nnngh! Buy me a little time! My Envy skill will be able to deactivate his
Wrath soon!”
 Hmm?
Did Vampy just casually drop several huge bombshells on me?
Wait a second.
Asking me to buy time is one thing, but Envy?
Did she just say Envy? Not Jealousy?
“Graaaah!”
Shut up for a second, Mr. Oni.
As he charges toward us, I send him flying away with Teleport.
Vampy blinks in confusion, looking around for the angry opponent who was
about to reach us just seconds ago.
Don’t bother, Vampy. He’s nowhere in sight right now.
At the moment, the only techniques I have a strong command over are thread
and teleportation, but frankly, that means I won’t lose to anyone in this world.
How could I?
Teleport is a terrifying ability when it doesn’t have limits, so it makes it very
easy for me to flee.
And it’s easy to send my opponent away somewhere, too.
Even if I have no way of winning against someone, I can just flee with Teleport
or get rid of them the same way, and that’ll be that.
I won’t win, but I won’t lose.
At this point, I doubt anyone within the limits of the system would stand a
chance of beating me, except maybe the Demon Lord?
Although there are forces outside the system like Güli-güli and Potimas, so I’m
not completely unbeatable.
Obviously, the only reason I accepted Güli-güli’s request in this unstable
situation is that I stand a chance of winning. Otherwise, I would’ve said no.
If Mr. Oni’s ace in the hole is the Wrath plus Battle Divinity combo, then this is
pretty much in the bag already.
 Battle Divinity uses SP, for one thing.
Unlike MP, SP doesn’t restore on its own. It restores only if you eat food. So if
we just prevent him from restocking long enough, he’ll eventually run out of SP
and collapse.
And my Teleport skill is perfect for buying time.
I can’t imagine us losing, y’know?
But more importantly.
“What do you mean, Envy?”
Before Mr. Oni gets back, there’s something I need to clarify here.
As I look down at her, Vampy freezes.
“Oh, erm…right! It’s, you know, a figure of speech!”
Uh-huh. Okay. Sure.
Presumably sensing my suppressed rage, Vampy takes a hurried step back.
But no amount of distance can stop me now that I have Teleport.
If you try to run now, I’ll chase you to the depths of hell and make you confess
everything!
“Nnngh…” In the face of my determination, Vampy gives up and spills the
truth. “I-I’m sorry, all right?! I put skill points into my Jealousy skill and made it
evolve into Envy!”
Ah… She really went and did it, huh?
The Jealousy skill, which Vampy’s had for a while now, is the lesser form of
one of the Seven Deadly Sins skills, like Mr. Oni’s Wrath skill.
And now she’s saying that she put skill points into it and turned it into the
Seven Deadly Sins skill Envy.
Most of the Seven Deadly Sins skills have powerful benefits, but in exchange,
just having one will affect your mind. So it’s better not to pick them up if
possible.
One look at the way Mr. Oni has completely lost his mind is proof enough of
that.
Even if it’s not to that extreme, the fact that Vampy also has a Seven Deadly
Sins skill now means it’s probably having an effect on her mind.
The craziness she’s been displaying during this battle might even be because
of that.
Huh? Wasn’t she always like that, you ask?
…No, I don’t think she was. Probably.
Honestly. The Demon Lord and I warned her over and over not to acquire a
Seven Deadly Sins skill, and now she’s gone and done it anyway.
Admittedly, since Envy can disable a target’s skills, it’s a pretty good matchup
against Mr. Oni.
Wrath is a huge part of why he’s so strong. If she can disable that, he’ll be
significantly weakened, and we might even be able to bring him back to his
senses.
On top of that, when you get a Seven Deadly Sins skill, you get the
corresponding title.
The titles give enhancements of their own, as well as some powerful bonus
skills.
When I got the Ruler of Pride title back in the day, it came with Abyss Magic,
the ultimate form of Dark Magic.
Most of these Seven Deadly Sins titles come with similarly strong skills, too.
Vampy’s guess that Mr. Oni’s Battle Divinity skill came with the Ruler of Wrath
title might be right on the mark.
I don’t know what skills come with Ruler of Envy, but they’re probably
similarly powerful.
Hmm? Oh, was it those scales, maybe?
That’s the biggest visible difference I’ve noticed in this battle.
I don’t know why Vampy would have a Dragon-Scales-line skill, which are
usually limited to dragons, but it might make sense if it came with Envy.
 Hrmmm. In that case, Vampy’s probably gotten a big power boost by
acquiring Envy.
But still, I can’t believe she actually put skill points into it to make it evolve.
She must’ve been really upset about her previous loss, enough to make her
disobey the Demon Lord and me.
That’s no excuse, though.
She’s so going to be punished when we get home.
“Eeeek!”
I haven’t even said anything yet, but Vampy shrieks like she can tell that
something bad is coming.
Oh? What’s this, now?
Where’d all that vim and vigor from the fight with Mr. Oni go, hmm?
Hmmmm?
“I-I’m sorryyyy!”
…Uh, why does she look like she might actually cry?
Is she that scared of me? Since when am I scary enough to make little girls
cry?
I don’t get it.
“A-anyway! That’s not the most pressing issue right now! Where did he go?”
Wow. She sure changed the subject fast.
But I guess her punishment can wait. For now, she wants to know where Mr.
Oni went?
Silently, I point at the sky. Vampy follows my lead and looks up.
At that moment, something comes falling down from the air.
It hits the ground without slowing down, and a dull thud echoes.
“Huh?”
Vampy sounds stunned, but to be honest, I’m a little confused myself.
 Um, helloooo?
Don’t you have the Spatial Maneuvering skill, Mr. Oni?
If you’re wondering where I teleported Mr. Oni, the answer is: the sky.
Specifically, about three miles up.
Güli-güli requested that we protect the people who live here from Mr. Oni, so
I couldn’t just teleport him far away and let him go.
I had to buy time but still make sure that he would come back here.
So I figured the fastest way was to just toss him straight up into the air, where
obviously he’d land right back here.
Even if he got blown around a little, he wouldn’t go so far that we couldn’t
catch up to him.
Besides, I figured Mr. Oni would try to come back after us anyway.
But it didn’t occur to me that he might not have the Spatial Maneuvering skill
and would just crash into the earth.
Hmm. I guess now that I think about it, if he didn’t have Spatial Maneuvering
or Flight or something, teleporting him high up in the air would just mean that
he’d be helpless to stop himself from falling.
I guess that was a pretty dirty move on my part.
Oops. My bad.
“Yikes…”
As Vampy finally figures out what I did, she pulls away from me, looking
disturbed.
Excuse me, where do you get off reacting that way? You were fighting pretty
dirty yourself.
Besides, why in the world doesn’t Mr. Oni have Spatial Maneuvering?
He was holding his own pretty well against Vampy, yet he didn’t even have
such a basic necessity? What’s wrong with you, dude?
I assumed he had Spatial Maneuvering when I teleported him way up high, so
I was just trying to buy time, not actually deal any damage.
But now it seems like I just dealt the finishing blow!
…Wait, so, like, is he dead?
Why is he just lying there and not moving?
Hellooo? You alive over theeere?
As I cautiously get closer, I can see that he’s very, veeeery faintly still
breathing.
He’s literally on his dying breath, but at least he’s still alive.
Even if he’s in berserker mode because of Wrath, he can’t even lift a finger
anymore.
Hrmmm.
I hesitate for a bit, then beckon to Vampy, who timidly approaches.
C’mon—I’m not gonna do anything to you.
“Envy.”
“Huh?”
“Wrath.”
“What?”
Oh, come on! Do I have to spell everything out for you?!
Get a clue already!
“Use Envy on Wrath.”
“Ahhh.”
Finally understanding, Vampy holds out her hand toward Mr. Oni.
I don’t think she actually has to do that to use the skill, but it does help set the
mood.
While she’s working on deactivating Mr. Oni’s Wrath with Envy, I use my
thread to retrieve the magic swords from his hands, just in case he starts
thrashing around again.
 Why use thread, you ask?
I don’t wanna let my guard down and get slashed to ribbons, thank you very
much.
Once I’ve got the swords, I tie him up with thread just in case.
I doubt he has the energy to fight anymore, but it’s better to be safe than
sorry.
Out of a warrior’s sense of compassion, I wrap extra thread around his waist,
too.
It’s just… You know?
Mr. Oni’s flames and stuff were all flying around him before, so his clothes are
kinda… Yeah.
I’ll refrain from going into detail for the sake of Mr. Oni’s honor.
“It’s done.”
While I’m finishing that up, Vampy announces that she’s disabled the Wrath
skill.
The scary aura slowly vanishes from around Mr. Oni.
Without it, he just looks like an ordinary young boy, lying there on the verge
of death.
He might actually die if we just leave him like that, so I decide to heal him.
His broken limbs return to normal, the bones that were exposed from acid
burns are covered by new flesh, and healthy skin begins to form.
Conjuring healing is probably pretty advanced, but since I had the highest
level of Healing Magic before, the Miracle Magic skill, I can reproduce it to heal
even mortal wounds like this with ease!
As his wounds fade, Mr. Oni’s sleeping face becomes more peaceful…or not.
There’s nothing peaceful about that anguished grimace, to be honest.
But, well, at least he’s sleeping! Good job, me!
I don’t know how he’s going to react when he wakes up, but at least we’ve
knocked him out for now.
“So it is done.”
Now that things have settled for the time being, Güli-güli approaches with his
dragon, who he appears to have fully healed from her beat-up state.
Güli-güli walks over to me and stands there in silence.
Is it just me, or have we been in this situation before?
Last time, I’m pretty sure we just stood there without talking until the Demon
Lord showed up, but you know she’s not coming this time, right?
“Truly, you saved my life. Allow me to express appreciation in my lord’s place.
Thank you.”
The dragon behind Güli-güli ends our awkward little standoff.
“I am the Ice Dragon Nia. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I spend most of
my time idling away in the Mystic Mountains, so do come visit anytime. And
bring gifts, of course.”
Which is it? Is she thanking us or demanding tribute?
“Nia.”
“I know, I know. Now stop being bashful and thank them, too, my lord.”
Bashful? Is that what this is?
As Güli-güli heaves a deep sigh, he looks more annoyed than bashful.
“Thank you. You were a great help.”
Wow, he actually thanked me.
But then he shuts up again.
What’s up with that?! The silence is killing me, dude!
Yes, being talked to is stressful, too, but I don’t exactly enjoy being stared at
in silence, either!
“Still, I expected this to take at least a hundred years.”
Just as I thought the silence would last forever, Güli-güli mumbles something.
 A hundred years? Whaddaya mean?
“It appears you’ve mastered conjuring quite well already. My presumption
was that you would be powerless for a hundred years or more, but clearly I was
mistaken.”
With that, he heaves a depressed sigh.
Uh. Okay.
I guess Güli-güli, my senpai in godliness, thought I wouldn’t get my powers
back for another hundred years or so.
A hundred years? Are you kidding me?
And wait a second, does that mean I’ll still be alive in a hundred years?
I don’t know what happens to my life span now that I’ve been deified, so I
guess that’s possible in theory…
“From what I’ve seen, you have an even greater grasp of spatial conjuring
than I. With that power, you could easily leave this planet, I am sure.”
Say what?! You mean the space master Güli-güli is giving my spatial conjuring
the stamp of approval?! Geez, I’m so talented, it’s scary even for me!
It’s no big surprise, though. I’ve always been a genius, after all!
Still, you’re saying I could leave this planet?
I didn’t see that one coming.
Huh. So if I use spatial conjuring, I could actually leave this whole planet.
I guess that makes sense. With Teleport, I could cross space and even go to
another planet.
So I can leave this planet anytime I want.
“Personally, I would have no complaints whatsoever if you were to leave. In
fact, it would be rather appreciated, since that would mean the removal of an
unpredictable element.”
Uhhh. Okay.
Mr. Güli-güli, is that a roundabout way of telling me that you’d be better off if
I wasn’t around?
I guess it wasn’t really roundabout at all.
So you’re basically telling me to GTFO?
“My lord, that seems a bit impolite…”
“Of course. Pardon me.”
At Nia’s prompt, Güli-güli apologizes.
Um, I guess it’s fine.
It sure is painfully clear what Güli-güli really thinks of me now, though.
“I will let you deal with that reincarnation. As for your recompense…”
“Ow?!”
Güli-güli suddenly pulls off one of Nia’s scales, then walks over to Vampy,
who’s hiding behind me.
“Let me see that.”
Güli-güli indicates Vampy’s broadsword.
Reluctantly, she holds the weapon out to him.
Güli-güli takes the sword and presses the scale against it. Then the scale
vanishes into the sword.
“I have infused it with the power of Ice Dragon Nia. As you have a natural
inclination toward the Ice attribute, it should serve you well.”
Wowie.
He must’ve used his administrator powers or something to enhance Vampy’s
broadsword.
It was already a powerful weapon made out of material from the legendary-
class monster Fenrir, and now it’s got the materials of the powerful Ice Dragon
Nia, too.
This thing’s definitely gotta be mythical class now.
I can tell from Vampy’s face as she takes the sword back that it must be crazy
strong now.
Her stupid eyes are sparkling like crazy.
“This is the most I can offer. Is there anything you wish for along those lines?”
Güli-güli looks at me.
Hmm. I dunno—that’s a tough question.
I didn’t end up using a weapon in this fight, but I do have my giant scythe.
And anything else I want, I could probably get my hands on without Güli-güli’s
help.
“Perhaps I can offer a reward, then.”
All at once, my body shivers as if all the warmth has been drained out of it.
That voice is speaking directly inside my head.
The smartphone it normally comes out of is nowhere to be seen.
Like it or not, this difference makes me even more nervous than usual.
“I’d like to give you an extra-special reward for granting me such an
entertaining show.”
Meanwhile, the voice keeps speaking.
Beautiful and calm, yet enough to fill anyone who hears it with anxiety.
“So hurry up and come see me, please.”
A horrible chill runs through me, as if an icicle has been stabbed into my
spine.
“Is something wrong?”
Güli-güli gives me a puzzled look.
He’s a literal god, and I guess even he couldn’t hear that voice.
“No thanks.” I can’t even tell if I’m still standing or if my response is actually
coming out of my mouth. “I don’t need a reward. We’ll take care of him, so I’d
rather you didn’t interfere. Can you promise me that in place of a reward?”
“V-very well.”
 I do my best to keep myself from shaking.
To be honest, I want to go straight home and hide in bed.
But I can’t say that.
“Sophia. Don’t stop suppressing his Wrath skill with Envy until he wakes up.”
“R-right.”
After giving a necessary command, I lift the unconscious oni over my
shoulder.
“Okay if I tell the Demon Lord about this place?”
“…I would prefer that you didn’t, but I will leave that decision up to you.”
I guess I’m free to choose whether to tell the Demon Lord about this rest area
for souls, then.
It seems like Güli-güli would personally prefer that I didn’t, but since he told
me about it as a show of good faith, he isn’t going to restrict me from doing so.
“Okay. Then we’ll go back now.”
“All right. Thank you for your assistance.”
Vampy, Mr. Oni, and I all teleport back to the duke’s mansion.
The puppet spiders run up to greet us.
“Riel. Put him in your room. And keep watch. Tell me if anything happens.”
The puppet spiders freeze in place as I give them orders.
Riel and Fiel have rooms of their own, but they always hang out in my room
instead, so we might as well put one to good use now.
Riel stares at me in awe, then slowly picks up Mr. Oni and takes him to her
room as instructed.
He’s tied in my thread, so even if he wakes up in a violent mood, it should be
fine.
The other little girls are looking at me, too, but I don’t have time to indulge
them right now.
“Going to sleep.”
With that, I collapse onto my bed.
Then I cover the whole bed with thread, shutting out the rest of the world.
I curl up in a ball, trying to rid myself of the voice echoing in my ears.
But the words won’t leave my head.
Hurry up and come see me, please.
That sentence wraps around my mind like a curse.
I cover my ears with my hands.
It won’t help, but I just had to do it anyway.
I know I do.
I can’t keep running away forever.
Soon I’ll have to meet the person behind that voice.
I’ll have to meet D.
 WRATH

That old, familiar workshop.

This is my personal room in an online game.
The game I started playing when the new friends I made in high school, Shun
and Kanata, invited me to join them.
Since they had already started the game, I chose the blacksmith job, a support
role, to round out our party. It seemed like the best way to avoid getting in the
way of Shun’s and Kanata’s characters, who were both pure battle types.
Although my intentions were rendered moot, since the two of them were
always kind and helpful to me as a newbie.
That made me really happy.
When they fought alongside me and matched my pace instead of just power-
leveling me, I knew I’d be able to forge a good friendship with these two.
We went farming for blacksmithing materials together and hunted monsters
that dropped items needed to enhance our weapons.
When one of us couldn’t come, the other two would play together, and on
the rare occasion that we couldn’t even do that, then I did blacksmithing by
myself.
It was a pretty rewarding style of game play.
When the other two used weapons or armor that I made for them, that alone
was enough to make me feel good.
Crafting jobs really aren’t half-bad.
My father and grandfather ran a small factory.
 When I was little, I didn’t know what exactly they were making there, but I
guess it was some kind of machinery parts.
“We make these things because people need ’em, but now that the big
manufacturers make ’em, the bastards all go to the enemy side.”
My grandfather often complained about this.
Evidently, a bigger factory had appeared that could mass-produce the parts,
so companies that had been buying from my family’s factory ended their
contracts with us.
Even longtime customers of many years ended their allegiance, casting aside
my grandfather to take their business elsewhere.
My grandfather took great offense to this and turned to drinking when the
factory went under, succumbing to liver cancer just a few years later.
My father must have sensed early on that the factory’s days were numbered;
as soon as the contracts were broken, he resolved to sell the factory and got a
job at another company.
Ironically enough, we lived better off his new salary than when he was
running the factory.
Maybe that upset my grandfather, too.
But it’s not as if my father didn’t feel anything when he sold the factory.
Unlike my grandfather, he wasn’t the type to talk very much, but I often saw
him gazing at the site where the factory had been with a muddled expression.
That definitely wasn’t the face of a man who had accepted what happened.
I think the reason I came to have such a strong sense of right and wrong is
because I grew up watching my father and grandfather.
Both of them felt pride and attachment toward their factory.
But then it was crushed solely for the convenience of the companies who
broke their contracts with them.
Yet those companies simply made new contracts with a bigger factory and
improved their business as a result.
 So unfair.
My father and grandfather silently devoted themselves to making mechanical
parts, like warriors pledging their loyalty, yet in return, they were simply tossed
aside.
Is there any justice in that?
No.
I’m sure those companies had their excuses, like costs and business practices.
But that was hard for me to accept when it put my father and grandfather
through so much suffering, while the companies responsible got off blame-free.
That’s why when I saw something wrong—even if it wasn’t forbidden by law,
even if other people looked the other way—I couldn’t just let it slide.
Then again, I guess I was always a bit like that even before the factory went
under, so maybe I would’ve been that kind of person even without my father’s
and grandfather’s influence.
But that incident is definitely what encouraged me further down that path.
I always tried to do what was right.
And I always tried to correct the things that seemed wrong.
But the real world isn’t so simple.
If doing the right thing was enough to make everything go well, then the
factory wouldn’t have closed.
By the same token, even if I did things I thought were right, it often made the
situation worse or led to me being thought of as the bad guy.
Part of the problem was that I often tried to solve things with pure violence.
Maybe that’s all right for fights between little kids, but in my case, my
methods didn’t change even as I got older.
That’s why people called me the “little ogre” and got mad at me.
Violence isn’t the answer.
Everyone knows that, but I always chose that answer anyway when I wanted
to do what I felt was right. I’ll be the first to admit, I was full of contradictions.
It took longer for me to realize that than the other kids.
So in high school, I decided to be more docile.
As soon as I did that, my wild life changed drastically.
I was able to enjoy a peaceful everyday: life without violence.
Just by giving up violence and looking away from things I found unjust, I could
have the same life as any ordinary high school kid.
I was even blessed with the friendship of Shun and Kanata and started to
enjoy school.
But are you really all right with this? a voice asked me deep down.
I didn’t have an answer for that.
Now, somehow, I’m in my room in the goblin village.
Well, not so much my room as the only room in the house, shared by the
whole family.
Goblin architecture isn’t exactly state of the art, and since they live in the
scarce environment of the Mystic Mountains, a single one-room home for each
family is the best they can do.
In the midst of this ramshackle room, I was making weapons.
A lot changed after I discovered my Weapon Creation skill.
The utensils I made with the skill, like forks and knives, were distributed
throughout the village, and I was able to create farming tools as well, making
our lives easier.
As the name implies, the Weapon Creation skill can make only things that can
be used as weapons, but I was actually able to make a pretty wide variety of
farming tools. Maybe it’s because they’ve been historically used as weapons in
uprisings and such.
And then there’s the intended use of the skill: making actual weapons.
Once I learned to make good-quality weapons, our hunting efficiency became
much higher.
Thanks to that, the hunting goblins brought back more monster meat and
lessened the state of starvation in the village, and the range that they could
explore and hunt in expanded.
Still, that doesn’t mean everything got better.
Goblins I knew around the same age as me still froze to death or got eaten by
the vegetables in the field if they got the harvest time wrong.
You’re probably thinking that doesn’t make any sense, but the only
vegetables strong enough to grow in the cold of the Mystic Mountains were
man-eating monster plants…
The first time I saw that, I almost passed out from the shock.
And there were other goblins I looked up to like older brothers who never
came back from hunting, and so on.
That being said, there were good times, too, like when my older brother
luckily evolved into a hobgoblin.
My family consisted of my two parents, four older brothers, six older sisters,
me, and one younger brother and sister each, for a total of fifteen people.
For humans, that would be a huge family, but for goblins, it’s pretty standard.
Their pregnancies are fast and their fertility rate is high, so a lot of children
can be born in a short span.
That being said, goblins’ mortality rate is high, too.
From what I’ve heard, I used to have four more older siblings, and I had a
younger brother who was stillborn.
That was a difficult time.
He was going to be my first little brother.
But he didn’t make it.
Our whole family cried together, and I lost my appetite for a while.
The person who comforted me in that time was my eldest brother, Raza-Raza.
 Although I guess I don’t know if you could really call that “comforting.”
What he actually did was punch me.
“You can’t just sit around moping forever. Eat and live a healthy life. That’s
the duty of those of us who still live.”
With that, he forced me to eat.
Literally—he pried my mouth open and shoved food down my throat.
From that point on, if I ever seemed depressed at mealtime, he would force-
feed me again.
I thought it might actually kill me, but at least it pulled me out of my
depression.
Raza-Raza’s word was law, and more importantly, my mother was pregnant
with a new child by then.
Goblins have an amazing will to live.
And soon, my little sister was born.
Right away, I swore I would protect her.
For the sake of my little brother who didn’t get a chance to live, as well.
In actuality, I did get a little brother not long afterward, but I still doted on my
little sister most of all. It’s not that I didn’t dote on my little brother, too, but
because of the vow I made, I paid the most attention to her.
In exchange, she became attached to me, too, and we were always together.
When I was making things with Weapon Creation, my little sister would sit
nearby and watch quietly.
And when the weapon was finished, she would clap and cheer as if nothing
could make her prouder.
So of course I couldn’t help adoring her.
That encouragement made me even more determined to keep forging things.
Just like when I did blacksmithing in that game, it was fun to create things that
were helpful to others. It made it feel worthwhile.
 There was nothing more satisfying than having something I made be needed
and useful to others.
Maybe that was how my father and grandfather felt when they were running
the factory.
The scene changes again.
“Run away!”
My older brother Raza-Raza was one of the best warriors in the village.
He was a high goblin, the evolution of a hobgoblin, so his stats were far higher
than any ordinary goblin.
I was so proud of my big brother.
All my other brothers looked up to Raza-Raza.
But now, he was riddled with wounds and shouting for everyone to run.
So I obeyed, taking my sister’s hand and fleeing.
Humans were attacking the village.
There had been warning signs of this. The hunting parties had been seeing
humans more frequently lately.
Because of the weapons I made for them, the better-equipped hunters had
expanded the range of their exploration.
And eventually, it expanded to the outskirts of a new human village created at
the foot of the Mystic Mountains.
The humans were alarmed by that, so they decided to go on the offensive.
As a result of those attacks, most of the evolved goblin fighters, who were in
the hunting parties, were killed in action.
And now, the humans were attacking the goblin base, our village.
With the very weapons I had created in their hands.
It was awful.
I had made those weapons for the hunting parties.
 They were never meant to be used by humans to attack our own village!
They stole from the hands of the hunters the weapons I’d painstakingly made
and turned them against the village, of all places.
That reality was incredibly upsetting for me.
And so was the fact that I was too weak to stop them.
I grew fast for a goblin, but I was still so young.
As an ordinary, unevolved goblin, my only use was creating weapons.
If even the hunters couldn’t contend with these humans, then I wouldn’t
stand a chance.
So I ran.
It was humiliating, but my little sister’s life was in my hands, too.
I swore on my own life that I would protect her.
But then one man blocked our path as if to laugh in the face of my resolve.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I threw a weapon I’d made that day at the
man and tried to flee in a different direction.
But the man dodged my throw easily and quickly darted around us to stand in
my way again.
It was clear from his movements alone that the man’s stats were far higher
than mine.
“Hmm?”
I was out of options.
As I tried desperately to find a way out anyway, the man looked at me
bemusedly.
Then he put his hand on a stone necklace around his neck and muttered
something.
It was in a different language from the one goblins used, though, so I couldn’t
understand what he was saying.
Still, the chill that ran through my body as if gripping my very bones told me
that he was doing something to me.
The man narrowed his eyes.
I didn’t know what he was doing, but this was my chance.
I tried to turn on my heels, but the man grabbed my head before I could move
and pinned me to the ground.
“Nnngh?! Guh?!”
A shriek escaped my lips before I could stop it.
It wasn’t just the pain of being pushed down but the strange feeling that was
seeping into me from the man’s hand.
What’s going on?!
Pain and unease assailed me, like a foreign substance was flowing into my
body.
At the same time, I felt an unfamiliar sensation, like my mind was being
tainted by something.
I gnashed my teeth, trying to fight it off.
It was enough to keep a hold of my mind, but my body was starting to refuse
to obey me.
I struggled to shake free of the man’s grip, but my strength was quickly
draining away.
In the corner of my eye, I saw my sister standing frozen in place.
Run, I wanted to say, but my mouth wouldn’t move.
The man let go.
But my body still wouldn’t do what I wanted.
I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t even lift a finger.
It was like my body wasn’t even my own.
In reality, that’s exactly what was happening in that moment.
And then, and then…
 The scene changes.
The inside of a house, far more solidly built than any in the goblin village.
This was the human village at the foot of the Mystic Mountains, the base of
the men who had destroyed the goblin village.
There, I was being forced to make weapons.
My sister was no longer by my side.
Instead, I had two new titles: Ally Slayer and Kin Eater.
I had been enslaved by Buirimus, one of the men who had attacked the goblin
village.
It was entirely against my will.
I was forced to obey and do whatever he asked.
So unfair.
Why did this have to happen?
As much as I thought about it, there was no answer.
When I finished creating a weapon, Buirimus would look at it with satisfaction
and take it away.
The stone hanging from Buirimus’s neck was a high-level Appraisal stone.
There was an Appraisal stone in the goblin village as well, which was how we
had found out that I had the Weapon Creation skill, but Buirimus’s was of a
higher quality.
My skill is the reason he enslaved me instead of killing me.
It would’ve been better if he had.
My Weapon Creation skill doesn’t exist to be used by the likes of you people.
But every day, I was forced to make weapons, and every single one of them
went into those humans’ hands.
I was frustrated.
And more than that, I was angry.
 Though hatred welled up inside me, I couldn’t escape from Buirimus’s control,
so I kept making weapons.
The scene changes again.
In the Mystic Mountains, Buirimus was forcing me to kill monsters he had
enslaved.
It’s called power-leveling.
Weapon Creation uses my MP to make weapons.
So if I raise my level and evolve, I get more MP, which means I can make more
weapons of better quality.
As we repeated this process, I soon evolved into a hobgoblin.
This evolution has an important meaning to goblins.
Normal goblins have an incredibly short life span, often less than ten years.
But if a goblin evolves into a hobgoblin, they acquire a life span on par with
that of humans.
So goblins will always join the hunting parties for a time in order to defeat
monsters, raise their levels, and evolve into hobgoblins.
In a way, it’s also a rite of passage into adulthood.
By overcoming this challenge, a goblin can be seen as an adult for the first
time.
Of course, many goblins lose their lives in the process.
So hunting isn’t just a means of acquiring food but a holy ritual of sorts.
And yet, I was forced to evolve into a hobgoblin without any kind of ceremony
or emotions.
I had always aspired to someday join the hunting parties and fight monsters
alongside my fellow hunters.
But that never happened.
It was an evolution devoid of any sense of accomplishment.
Instead of my sister being there to celebrate my evolution, it was Buirimus
who looked on and nodded with a look of triumph.
And by his side was my brother Raza-Raza, the light completely gone from his
eyes.
I wasn’t the only one who Buirimus had enslaved.
Raza-Raza was one of his victims, too.
Buirimus’s control over Raza-Raza went far deeper than it did with me; the
defiance he had at the beginning soon faded, and now he was following
Buirimus like a puppet with no will of its own.
This was once the greatest warrior in the village, my big brother, admired by
all.
What would the others say if they could see him now?
Would they find him pathetic?
Or would they grieve and mourn for him?
Would they be enraged at Buirimus for making him this way?
All I can do is wonder.
Because everyone else from the village is gone.
The thought that I might someday end up the same way as Raza-Raza fills me
with fear.
But the feeling that occupies my heart most is my hatred of Buirimus and the
other humans.
Even if he can control my body, I will never let him have my mind.
The scene changes.
This time, it’s another scene that never should have existed.
I doubted my own eyes at the time.
I thought it must be some kind of joke, albeit one in terrible taste.
Either that or maybe some kind of act in order to throw the enemy off guard.
But it wasn’t. I know that all too well.
 My brother Raza-Raza was laughing.
With the monster tamer Buirimus. The enemy of our village.
He looked like he was genuinely having fun.
There was even real respect and affection in his eyes.
That in itself should already never have happened, but what made matters
worse was the pressed flowers he held in his hand.
Those flowers are very important to goblin culture. When a goblin goes out
hunting, they take one with them as a token of good luck.
To goblins, hunting is a sacred ritual.
So when goblins leave to hunt, the goblins who stay behind give them hand-
pressed flowers for good luck.
It’s difficult work to find blooming flowers in the harsh cold of the Mystic
Mountains.
But they always give the hunters flower charms.
And now Raza-Raza was holding several of those precious flowers.
Only one flower charm is given to each hunter, so those couldn’t possibly be
Raza-Raza’s. Besides, it had already been some time since our village had been
destroyed.
Pressed or not, Raza-Raza’s charm should have wilted by now.
Then whose good luck charms was my brother holding?
I didn’t want to think about it, but there was only one possible answer.
The flowers Raza-Raza held must have belonged to the warriors of a different
goblin village, not ours.
And the fact that Raza-Raza was holding them meant that he must have
attacked that village and likely destroyed it.
My vision went dark red.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
 Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why?
He betrayed us.
He dirtied his own pride.
I can’t allow this.
<Proficiency has reached the required level.

Skill [Rage LV 9] has become [Rage LV 10].> <Condition satisfied.

Skill [Rage LV 10] has evolved into skill [Wrath].> <Proficiency has reached the required
level.

Skill [Taboo LV 3] has become [Taboo LV 5].> <Condition satisfied.

Acquired title [Ruler of Wrath].>

<Acquired skills [Battle Divinity LV 10] [Enma] as a result of Title [Ruler of Wrath].> When
I think about it now, I can speculate that Raza-Raza was acting that way only
because Buirimus’s control over him had proceeded so far, and that surely he
wouldn’t have wanted to do that if he was still in his right mind.
But at the time, I was too enraged to think about things that deeply.
The anger that built up inside me like scorching red heat burned everything
else away, threatening to singe even my own body.
At the same time, the monster tamer’s binding spell that constricted me
burned away, too.
Ahhh. I’m free.
Now he can’t stop me any longer.
I used the entirety of my strength to create a weapon with as much sheer
destructive power as I could muster.
It created a terrifying flame sword, as if shaped by the ugly thoughts within
me.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I brought it down hard on the shameless
traitor.
Unable to react in time, the one I had once called brother was slashed to
pieces and swallowed by an explosion of flames.
I turned to cut down Buirimus next, but as I should have expected, he had
already moved away from me.
The other men trampled over to surround me.
Buirimus began to summon a new monster.
As if it mattered.
I don’t care if I die in the process.
These men will know my rage.
And soon…
“So this is the justice I have reaped…”
I looked down on Buirimus in his final moments of life.
He and I were the only two left alive in this place.
I had killed all the others.
The enemy had far more military strength on their side. But I made up for that
with Wrath, Battle Divinity, and, most of all, my unique ability to completely
heal when I level up.
And killing even a few of the enemy was enough to raise my level, probably
because it was so low to start with.
I used my HP, MP, and SP to the brink of death, then recovered by leveling up.
Then I fought until I was near death again and repeated the process.
It helped that at first, they had been holding back so as not to kill me.
My Weapon Creation skill was very valuable to them.
They couldn’t afford to just get rid of that.
Their intentions had been very clear as they attempted to incapacitate me in
battle rather than try to kill me.
 And I had used that to my full advantage.
“How humiliating.”
Buirimus, the final survivor, was strong.
Both as a summoner and as a warrior.
He was far superior to any of the others in pure strength alone.
But now he was lying on the ground weeping.
“Do you…hate me?”
I didn’t answer Buirimus’s question.
Not because I couldn’t. I had picked up their language during my time as
Buirimus’s slave.
But there was no point in answering.
Instead, I simply brought down the sword that I’d held above my head.
“Forgive me.”
With that, Buirimus breathed his last.
His final words were heavy with tenacity, as if he still stubbornly clung to life.
He must have had something he desperately wanted to do, even if it meant
eradicating us goblins in the process.
He got what he deserved.
And yet, my heart still weighed heavily on me.
I felt a terrible sense of loss and helplessness.
And a lingering rage that burned beneath it all.
I pulled the Appraisal Stone off Buirimus’s body and used it to Appraise
myself.
There, I read the words <Evolution Available>.
I had two options: <High Goblin> and <Oni>.
I made my choice.
 At the same time, I used the Naming skill to change my own name to a new
one: Wrath.
Goblins take great pride in their names.
I had mostly used my Naming skill to give names to the weapons I made with
Weapon Creation, which increased the weapons’ performance. But I could also
use it to change a goblin’s name, which would increase their stats.
However, no goblin ever accepted that.
That’s how much importance goblins place on their names.
Goblins’ names are always the same two syllables repeated, after the name of
a legendary goblin who had fought and died bravely in battle.
Like Raza-Raza or Razu-Razu.
Razu-Razu was my old name.
But I no longer had any right to call myself a goblin.
My pride and my prayers had all been overwritten by this rage of mine.
So I couldn’t be a goblin anymore.
Now, I would be an ogre.
A simple ogre, controlled by nothing but wrath.
I howled to the heavens until the evolution process made me lose
consciousness.
The scene changes again.
I ceased to be a goblin, lost my friends and family, and now even the target of
my revenge was gone.
To be honest, I had lost any reason to live.
But I kept living anyway.
I didn’t want to stay in the village where Buirimus had enslaved me, but now
that I was no longer a goblin, it didn’t feel right to go back to a goblin village. So
by process of elimination, I took the path that went away from the Mystic
Mountains.
 The path led to land controlled by humans, and now that I had evolved into
an ogre, adventurers attacked me with no questions asked.
I kept turning the tables on them and winning, until eventually a large-scale
group of adventurers attacked me all at once.
But I staved them off with traps and magic swords I had prepared in advance.
I had lost sight of the meaning of being alive, but I kept fighting and surviving
anyway, driven by the anger and stubbornness incurred in me by Wrath.
Then, after I defeated the group of adventurers, my next challengers were
what appeared to be an official army. The old knight and old mage who led the
army got the upper hand over me, and I was forced to flee.
As I ran away, a mysterious man inflicted the status conditions Fear and
Illusion on me, and I ran around driven half-mad.
Next thing I knew, I was right back in the village where Buirimus had kept me.
I obliterated the troops who were evidently waiting there to ambush me, and
only then did the truth finally hit me.
I didn’t want to fight anymore. There was no reason to.
Ridiculous, I know.
I had gone on fighting for so long, propelled by rage and stubbornness,
without even realizing that.
Then, completely exhausted, I cast all sense of shame and honor aside and
tried to go back to the old goblin village. It would be deserted now, with no one
else left, but I thought I could try to live there alone in secret.
But on the way there, I lost sight of my goal again.
Wrath had eroded my mind so completely that my thoughts were pulled back
toward fighting.
I attacked the monsters that lived in the Mystic Mountains and completely
forgot that I was originally there to return to the goblin village.
Then an incredibly strong dragon showed pity on me.
Ah, but wasn’t it actually telling me to die, in a roundabout way?
 After that, I fought a little girl who had six limbs, and then a different girl who
was small but ridiculously threatening, and a man who was powerful despite his
pale-looking face.
And for some reason, Wakaba, my classmate from my previous life, was
there, too.
Around this time, I started to find my own memories a little weird and
suspicious.
In a world with things like stats, it isn’t that unthinkable for a little girl to be
strong.
And having six arms could probably be explained by some item or something.
But Wakaba showing up? That can’t have been real.
It must have been a dream or a hallucination.
And after that, the reality of things got even less clear. The rest must have
been a dream or something.
I fought the monsters of the Mystic Mountains.
And a very, very strong old swordsman.
And then the dragon who had pitied me before stood in my way.
Lastly, I faced the girl with two arms and Wakaba.
…Okay, I guess girl with two arms sounds normal enough.
Maybe all this dreaming has gotten my mind jumbled up.
Huh? A dream?
For some reason, I was flying through the sky.
Not soaring freely, like a bird.
No, it was more like I was falling, not flying.
The ground got closer to me by the second.
I felt the terror that I was about to hit bottom.
And sure enough, my body crashed into the ground with a dull thud.
 It felt like my body had been battered and broken.
If this was really a dream, aren’t you supposed to wake up right before you
actually hit the ground?
Wait, what? A dream?
That’s right.
This is all just a dream.
A long, long, terrible dream.
“Huh?!”
I wake up with a start.
Is it normal in a dream to hit the ground without waking up, realize that this
must be a dream, and only then wake up for real?
I feel awful.
My entire body is drenched in sweat.
But I didn’t sit up sharply when I awoke.
Or rather, I couldn’t, really.
“Huh? What’s going on?”
My body won’t move, even if I put all my effort into sitting up.
Confused, I look around, trying to figure out what is going on.
Luckily, I’m at least able to turn my head, so I can take in my surroundings.
It looks like I’m lying in a bed.
I’m covered by a blanket, so I can’t tell what state my body is in. But it
definitely feels like I’m being restrained by something.
Next, I look around the room.
It’s a big room, much more impressive than the tumble-down house in the
goblin village or even the one in Buirimus’s village.
Is this a royal palace or something?
My confusion only deepens as I try to figure out why I would be lying in a
room like this.
Then I lock eyes with a little girl sitting near my bed.
Her almost artificial-looking eyes seem to pierce right through me.
For some reason, she reminds me of the girl with six arms.
Wait a minute.
Girl with six arms?
No, that must have been a dream, right?
There couldn’t possibly be a girl with six arms in reality.
I’m having trouble figuring out which parts of those memories are a dream
and which parts are real.
As I think about it, I realize that I have absolutely no idea how in the world I
wound up in this fancy room. My most recent memories are hazy, like the
moments between dreams and reality, and no use to me at all.
What happened, and why, and how did I get here?
“Uhhh…good morning?”
In my confusion, the only words I manage to muster sound stupid even to me.
But what else am I supposed to say?
In response, the little girl nods silently.
Then she picks up a bell lying next to the bed and rings it rhythmically.
Is that supposed to call a butler or something?
I saw that kind of thing in foreign films in my old life, but I’ve never actually
seen one used in reality before.
Still, the sound this girl is producing with the bell is so unsteady that just
hearing it is kind of stress-inducing.
In a way, it’s almost impressive that she can display her lack of a musical ear
so clearly just by ringing a simple bell.
Maybe that’s a talent in its own right.
 Not that I want to keep hearing it, though.
“Riel! Quit making that disturbing noise before it drives us all completely
mad!”
The door flies open without so much as a knock.
There stands the girl with the two arms.
…Seriously, why do I keep thinking of her that way?
Oh, whatever. More importantly, I guess this means that the girl who
appeared in what I thought was a dream has now shown up in reality.
So does that mean it wasn’t a dream?
“Oh? So you’re awake.”
The girl has two other little girls behind her.
I recognize one of them as the girl with six arms.
Although as far as I can tell, she only has two arms now.
“My dear Sophia, it’s not very polite to barge into a gentleman’s room
without knocking. What will society think of you as a lady if you do such things?
We’re going to have to double down on your manners lessons.”
Another damn girl…
Starting to get a little irritated, I look at the new arrival.
Immediately, an indescribable chill runs through me.
“Huh?! What the—?!”
She looks like an ordinary enough girl.
A little older than the others, maybe, but still only in her mid to late teens at
best.
But for some reason, that girl has the presence of an absolute monster.
Just looking at her makes my pulse run wild.
“Oh-ho-ho. You’ve got some promise if you can tell how strong I am without
Appraisal, kid!”
 The girl’s carefree smile somehow looks like that of a vicious predator.
My every instinct tells my body to run, but I seem to be tied down at the
moment, so I can’t escape.
“Hmph!”
“Guh?!”
Suddenly, I’m thrown to the floor.
“You’ve got some nerve to ignore me!”
As the blanket gets dragged along with me, the culprit who tossed me onto
the floor stands haughtily above me.
Judging by the conversation they were having before, this girl must be Sophia.
She’s pretty obnoxious compared to the other little girls, who are standing by
quietly.
“Oh, Sophia…”
“Well, he ignored me, all right, Miss Ariel? Me! You think I’d let him get away
with just staring at you the whole time without even a glance at me? Of course
not. Never!”
“…Well, I guess Envy is already affecting you a little. Oof. Can you just calm
down for a second? I’m trying to have a conversation here.”
The girl Sophia called Miss Ariel glares at her blandly.
In response, Sophia twitches and obediently falls silent. This Ariel must be the
strongest person here.
“Now then, let’s chat. Can you talk?”
I can’t exactly deny it now.
The pressure she’s exerting on me makes it difficult to open my mouth, so I
just nod silently.
“Oh yeah? Glad to hear it. Guess we’ve cleared the first hurdle, then.
Congrats on regaining control of your senses, by the way. And since you seem
to understand human language, I’d say we’ve cleared the second hurdle, too.”
 Miss Ariel smiles cheerfully.
I don’t exactly follow everything she’s saying, but it doesn’t seem like it’s
anything bad for me.
“Well, it’d probably be tough to have a conversation like this, so let’s just…
Ah, White’s not here, so we can’t actually release you.”
Ariel comes over to me on the floor and touches the thread tying me up. It
seems extremely thin, but it’s been wrapped around in many layers, so I’m like
a caterpillar in a cocoon.
No wonder I can’t move.
“Yep, no can do. Thread Control isn’t working on it. I don’t think I can pull it
off, either, and burning it would be way too dangerous, so that’s out, too. I’m
sure White can undo it once she gets back. But she went off somewhere and
hasn’t returned yet, yeah?”
“Right. She just disappeared without a word, even though I’ve told her to let
me know where she’s going at times like these. How dare she leave me
behind!”
Sophia’s voice has a hysterical pitch to it.
“Uh-huh. Right. We’re gonna have to do something about this soon, aren’t
we? Merazophis, could you hold Sophia’s hand for now or something?”
“Of course, madam.”
A man steps forward quietly, startling me immensely.
How long has he been in the room?! I didn’t even notice him at all.
Maybe it’s partly because the other people here have a very intense
presence, but still, it’s crazy that I didn’t sense him even a little.
“Your hand, if you please, young miss.”
The man called Merazophis holds out his hand, and Sophia obediently takes
it.
Not only that, she wraps both her hands around his and even presses closer
to rub her cheek against it.
 It kind of reminds me of a cat rubbing up against its owner, but I’m just gonna
keep that to myself, since I don’t know what would happen if I said it out loud.
“Sorry, but unfortunately, it doesn’t look like we can untie you right now.
Hope you don’t mind if we just talk like this for the time being.”
As she speaks, Miss Ariel hefts me up off the floor and puts me back in the
bed. She even pulls the blankets back over me.
“Thank you very much.”
For some reason, when I thank her, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Erm, what is it?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so polite, that’s all.”
Clearing her throat with a cute little “ahem,” Ariel continues. “Anyway, let’s
start with introductions. I’m Ariel. The one in lovey-dovey mode over there is
Sophia, and the guy she’s clinging to is Merazophis. From the left, these kids are
Sael, Riel, and Fiel. There’s also White and Ael, but they’re not here at the
moment, so hopefully you’ll have a chance to meet them some other time. In
fact, we need White to untie you, so we’ll be in trouble if you don’t meet her.”
It’s so many introductions at once that I’m worried about whether I’ll be able
to remember them all, but with a lineup this crazy, I’m pretty sure it’ll stick with
me.
Except maybe Sael, Riel, and Fiel, whose names are confusingly similar. Are
they sisters, maybe? They certainly look alike, in that they all seem like dolls.
“My name is Wrath.”
When people introduce themselves to you, it’s only polite to introduce
yourself in return.
My name now is Wrath.
I don’t have the right to call myself Kyouya Sasajima or Razu-Razu anymore.
“Okay. So let me cut to the chase here. How much do you remember?”
“How much…?”
I can’t immediately come up with an answer.
 As I’ve been realizing since I woke up, my memories take on a dreamlike,
unreal quality at some point when I think back.
I don’t know how much of it is real and how much is my imagination.
Then again, since Sophia and the other girls who I thought were a dream are
standing right in front of me now, maybe all of it was actually real.
 I don’t know.
“I’m not sure.”
When I respond honestly, Sophia glares at me menacingly.
“Sophia! Down, girl!”
Before Sophia can say anything, Ariel scolds her, so she promptly stops glaring
at me and clings sulkily to Merazophis instead.
“Sorry we keep getting so rudely interrupted. So yeah, I’m sure you’re already
aware of this, but you’ve been on a rampage because you lost your sanity
thanks to the Wrath skill. I can tell you what we observed of your actions in that
time, so try to figure out which parts you remember.”
Ariel goes on to tell me the history of my actions thus far.
I caused an uproar in a place called “the empire,” where they referred to me
as a “unique ogre.”
I was chased out by the imperial army, ran into a troop of elves, and wiped
them out.
I still remember all of that.
Although this is the first time I’m hearing that the troops I thought were
waiting to ambush me after I fled from the old knight and mage were actually
unrelated and were also elves.
After that, I fought Sophia and the others in the Mystic Mountains.
Then, after various twists and turns, I fought Sophia again, this time with a
person called White, who’s not currently present.
They soundly defeated me this time around, deactivated my Wrath skill to
bring me back to my senses, and now I’m here…apparently.
It’s all a little hazy, but I do remember it.
“Huh. So you haven’t completely forgotten everything.”
“In that case, you should let me punch you once! I haven’t forgiven you for
what you did to us, you know!”
 Sophia sticks close to Merazophis as she yells at me.
I guess if all this is true, I did suddenly attack her and her friends without any
provocation.
And on top of that, they nearly died because of it.
I would have no right to complain if she killed me, never mind just one punch.
“Down, Sophia!”
“It’s all right, Miss Ariel,” I say meekly. “I deserve it for everything I’ve done.”
But Ariel is still having none of it. “Yeah, no. If she punched you, you’d
probably die.”
…I guess if what Miss Ariel said really did happen, then Sophia was holding
her own against me while I had Wrath activated.
The stat boost from Wrath is probably the only reason I was able to fight her
then, so now that it’s deactivated, I guess I might actually die if I took a direct
hit from Sophia.
In fact, if Ariel is being so serious about it, I definitely would.
“So that’s a no on the punching, Sophia. Merazophis, go on and give her a
hug.”
Sophia starts to protest until that last part of Ariel’s statement, which sets her
face aglow.
On the other hand, now it’s Merazophis who looks like he wants to protest.
But instead he gives up and leans down to silently give Sophia a stiff embrace.
…Seems like these guys have a pretty complicated relationship.
“Uh, so anyway, where were we? Oh, right! We were saying that you
remember stuff at least a little. So does that mean you remember what White
looks like?”
At that, it finally comes back to me.
The girl who was with Sophia during that fight.
But… Wait, what? Hang on a second.
 If these memories are correct, does that mean it was real?
“Wakaba?” I ask hesitantly.
“Ding-ding-ding! We have a winner!”
Miss Ariel’s confirmation shocks me in all kinds of ways.
It’s so shocking that I don’t even know what I’m the most surprised about.
“So if White’s testimony is correct, does that mean you’re Kyouya Sasajima?”
I nod dumbly. At this point, I’m so shocked that it’s come back around to a
sort of calm numbness.
“Great. Then you should probably know that all your former classmates have
been reincarnated into this world. Although I haven’t actually seen all of them
with my own eyes, so I guess this is technically just hearsay.”
Despite the disclaimer, Ariel seems confident that this information is true. It
must have come from a pretty trustworthy source, then.
“And little Sophia here is—”
“Miss Ariel!”
“What? He’s gonna find out eventually, so better to just get it over with,
right? Sophia is a reincarnation whose name in your world was Shouko Negishi.”
Despite Sophia’s protests, Ariel reveals her secret.
Shouko Negishi.
I remember her, of course.
But this person seems quite a bit different from the old Negishi.
“Waaah!”
Sophia latches on closer to Merazophis, glaring at me resentfully.
I’m not sure why she’s looking at me like that when it was Miss Ariel who
revealed her identity, not me.
“But please don’t bother asking me about the other reincarnations besides
Sophia and White. I don’t know anything. Oh, there is one thing about the elves
we mentioned before, though. Seems like they’re real interested in the
reincarnations. They’ve even come after Sophia a few times. So they might have
more information on the other reincarnations, but I can’t say I recommend
getting mixed up with them.”
“Oh. I see.” I was hoping she might know something about Shun or Kanata,
but I guess it won’t be that easy. “Um, may I ask one question?”
“Mm? What’s up?”
“Do you know why we’re in this world?”
It comes out like an abstract philosophical question, but luckily Miss Ariel
seems to understand what I’m getting at.
“I guess you could say it was on the whim of a god.”
We are alive.
There’s never going to be a clear reason for that.
At least, that’s what I got the feeling she was telling me.
After that, Miss Ariel tried to keep talking with me, but Sophia finally lost
control and started raising a fuss, so Ariel wordlessly grabbed her by the scruff
of the neck and dragged her out of the room. Flustered, Merazophis quickly
followed them.
After a little while, Ariel comes back alone.
I decide it’s better not to ask what happened.
“I’m sure you’ve got a lot of thoughts to sort out, so let’s call it a day for now.
You can stay here as long as you like, so give some thought to what you want to
do next, too. Oh, and…” Ariel pauses. “If you want to know about this world,
maybe you should ask Taboo.”
With that, Ariel leaves the room.
The only other person who remains is Riel, who’s been in the room from the
beginning.
She’s acting like I’m not here or something and keeps occasionally waving at
an empty space in the room.
Is something there? I certainly don’t see anything…
 Anyway… Taboo, huh?
With all the leveling up and evolving I’ve been doing, my Taboo skill maxed
out somewhere along the way.
Like Miss Ariel said, I can get an idea of what’s going on with this world from
Taboo.
I should probably take some time to look over its contents in detail.
…Although I get the feeling I don’t necessarily want to know.
But still, I have to look anyway.
It’s about the world that I’m living in now, after all.
Living… Hmm.
If I’m thinking about things like that, I guess that means I still have the will to
live, huh?
Ever since I killed Buirimus, I’ve been living solely out of stubbornness.
And that stubbornness led me to kill many innocent people along the way.
Ariel told me about my actions from a neutral observer’s perspective.
They certainly seemed like the actions of a monster.
Rampaging about in anger, disrupting the lives of innocent people and killing
them.
It’s unfair.
For the people I killed, nothing could be more unfair.
I committed the exact kind of injustice that I always hated more than anything
else.
I’m horrible.
So do I really have any right to live?
Do I still want to live, bearing the weight of those sins, having lost sight of any
purpose?
I don’t know.
 But I don’t think I want to die, either.
“Hey, buddy. How ya feeling?”
The next day, Ariel comes to visit me again, alone this time.
Maybe she figured we wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with Sophia around.
“Sorry. We still don’t know where White is, so I guess you’re gonna be stuck
like that for a little longer. Hang in there, okay?”
Ariel looks deeply apologetic.
I tried a few things myself over the last day to see if I could get out, but
nothing worked.
What in the world is this thread made out of? It’s incredibly strong.
Still, while it’s inconvenient to be stuck like this, it hasn’t been that big of a
problem thanks to Ariel kindly taking care of me.
As long as you don’t count the embarrassment of being cared for by someone
who looks like a little girl.
Or saying “Ahhh” and being spoon-fed by the same little girl.
…Okay, maybe this is a big problem.
“Hrmmm. I mean, it should be weak to fire, so I guess we might be able to
burn it off somehow…”
“I’d appreciate that.”
“But it’d still take a considerable amount of firepower, so you’ll probably get
burned, too.”
“Still, I’d appreciate it, please.”
Giving in to my insistent request, Ariel burns the thread away, releasing me.
I sustain some fairly severe burns in the process, but I have HP Auto-Recovery,
so that’ll heal eventually.
It’s still better than being humiliated like that any longer.
“Thank you very much. I feel like I’ve finally been set free.”
 “No problem. I’m, uh, sorry about that.” Ariel must’ve been able to tell how
relieved I was, though there was no need for her to apologize. “So now that
you’re free and all, whatcha wanna do next?”
“What do I want…?”
“Sure. If it’s something I can help with, I don’t mind lending you a hand. You
can also just stay here if you want. And if you’re not sure yet, you’re welcome
to hang around until you figure it out. You don’t need to pay or anything.”
“Why would you do all this for me?”
Ariel is being far too kind to me.
Especially considering that I could’ve killed her friends.
“Oh, I dunno. Half out of sympathy, half out of self-interest, I guess,” she
replies indifferently. “The first half’s because I’ve got an inkling of some of the
stuff you’ve been through, so I feel for ya, enough to understand why you
wound up with the Wrath skill. And the second half is because being nice to
reincarnations won’t displease a certain god, I guess. Maybe I’ll even gain a little
favor for it, although I’m not holding my breath.”
She knows what I’ve been through and feels sympathy for me?
I’m not sure how much Ariel knows about me, but I certainly never talked
about what’s happened to me in the past. So it’s unclear how much of her
information is true, but whatever it is, I guess it was enough to elicit some
sympathy.
Huh. So I guess what I’ve been through warrants being pitied by others.
For some reason, I feel detached from this realization.
And then there’s the self-interest part.
If she’s good to reincarnations, then a god might be good to her.
When I asked her yesterday about why we wound up in this world, Ariel
answered that it was the whim of a god.
I thought that might have some deeper meaning to it, but I guess it must have
been literal.
 Gods really do exist in this world, after all.
Literal, genuine gods who created this system.
So it makes perfect sense that we would be living in this world thanks to a
whim of that god.
And evidently, that same god has taken a liking to us reincarnations.
Which is why Ariel says she’s being kind to us.
I guess that logic is fairly self-serving.
“To be honest, I don’t know what I want to do just yet.”
I’ve already lost any meaning my life once had.
I don’t have any desires or ambitions.
I’m an empty shell, filled with nothing but the sins I’ve committed.
“Miss Ariel…”
But I’m still living.
I still don’t consider dying an option.
“Is there anything I can do for this world?”
So I think I’m going to keep on living.
In this world on the brink of destruction.
It’s not anything so grandiose as atonement, but if I’m going to keep living,
I’ve decided I want to live with purpose.
 ARRIVAL IN JAPAN

Moonlight faintly illuminates the classroom.

With my Clairvoyance and Night Vision, I can see easily even in these dim
conditions, but it might be too dark for any normal person to make anything
out.
But there’s nothing inside the classroom anyway.
No desks, no chairs, nothing.
The fact that what would normally be a place of learning for students is totally
empty is proof enough in itself that something happened here.
I try pulling the handle, but the door stays firmly shut. Maybe it’s locked. It’s
almost as if it’s been sealed off from the outside so that nobody knows what
happened in this classroom.
I thought for a moment about forcing it open, but I don’t want to do anything
too extreme, in case it attracts the attention of security.
Giving up on walking around the school, I use my x-ray vision to make sure
nobody’s on the path outside before teleporting there.
When I turn around, I see a perfectly ordinary school, the kind you might find
anywhere.
Heishin High School.
The school us reincarnations all went to in our former lives.
I’m back, although it doesn’t feel like much of a homecoming.
But I really am here right now.
On the planet called Earth, in the country called Japan.
 When Güli-güli informed me that I could leave the planet and D told me
immediately afterward to come see her, I had the idea of teleporting to Japan.
I can teleport anywhere I want to now just by thinking about a place, as I
proved when I teleported to the Great Elroe Labyrinth.
I wasn’t sure if I’d actually be able to teleport somewhere that I’ve never been
in this life, but if what Güli-güli and D said was true, then it should be possible.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t tell me to do it.
So all that was left was to test it out.
…To be honest, it’s not like it had never occurred to me to leave that planet.
I knew that now, after undergoing deification and casting off the yoke of the
system, I could probably do it if I tried.
Obviously, it would make more sense to get my butt to some other planet
right away instead of hanging around on a planet that’s about to die.
The Demon Lord’s done a lot for me, but even then, I’d be better off leaving
everything behind and escaping from that planet.
And I always put my own life first.
Why would I throw that away just to stay on that crummy old planet?
So really, as soon as I figured out that I could teleport, the best choice would
have been to immediately leave the whole planet behind.
The reason I didn’t do that is simple: I was afraid.
Even with teleportation, there’s only one place I could possibly go to outside
of that planet: here, in Japan, on planet Earth.
No matter how impressive my teleportation might be, there’s no way it could
take me somewhere I’ve never been or even seen before.
The only place I could go is the one that’s connected to my old life.
And once I came here, I knew I would have to face the truth that I’ve been
avoiding all this time.
I was afraid to do that.
 So I pretended to have forgotten that I could teleport here, stretching out my
time for as long as I could.
I still haven’t mastered conjuring yet.
There’s still so much I have to do.
Not yet, not yet, not yet…
I kept dragging it out, but I’ve finally run out of time.
I can’t keep avoiding the truth forever.
Maybe it’s for the best that D invited me here. She might have even done it
with that in mind.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
The air smells different here.
Compared to that other planet, full of the stink of blood and battle, this place
just smells like school and a sort of relaxed freedom.
Most of all, it reeks of exhaust fumes.
I’m not particularly enhancing my senses, but since it’s been so long since I
smelled the stuff, I can’t help but be extra sensitive to it now.
It’s like a whole other world, as they say. And I guess in this case, that’s true.
Overcome with emotion, I look up at the sky, where I see the stars and the
one moon.
The stars are in different places, and the moon’s different, too.
Everything is different.
Definitely feels like I’m away from home.
This is supposed to be the country I came from, but I’m tense, as if I’m in
enemy territory.
In reality, I don’t think that’s far from the truth.
…All right, I can’t just stand around like this forever.
No point in dragging things out any further.
 Looking away from the sky, I face forward instead and start walking. Before
long, there are more people around me than before.
Heishin High is fairly close to the train station, so you don’t have to walk long
before you come out on the busy station street.
Even at night, there are still a lot of pedestrians.
A few of the people walking by glance at me, but they don’t try to talk to me
or anything, so I ignore them.
I did put on clothes that wouldn’t seem out of place in Japan, since I’d stand
out if I wore my usual fantasy-as-hell getup. The fact that people are staring at
me anyway is probably inevitable because of the way I look to begin with.
I’m basically here illegally right now, so it’d be a bit of a pain if someone called
the police on me, but a little bit of attention is probably just something I’ll have
to bear.
I walk along the sidewalk in front of the station, have a thought, and stop in at
a nearby convenience store. Once inside, I pick up a random magazine and look
at the issue number.
The date surprises me, even though I had a feeling it might be something like
that.
It’s already been more than five years in that world, but here on Earth it
hasn’t even been six months. I guess the flow of time is different.
Is this the special theory of relativity at work?
Okay, I don’t actually know what the special theory of relativity is, so I have
no idea.
But in a world with magic power and all that junk, I guess the laws of physics
don’t matter that much anyway.
Still, half a year, huh?
Nothing looks any different as far as I can remember.
I did think it was a little weird that none of the buildings or anything would
have changed at all over the course of five years. So I thought maybe it hadn’t
been that long, and sure enough, I was right.
While I’m at it, I flip through some of the manga magazines, then leave the
convenience store without buying anything.
What? I should’ve bought something?
So I’m broke, so what?
Besides, the cashier was giving me a really weird look, since I was reading
manga with my eyes closed and all.
So I had to get out of there.
Yeah. I guess I can use my x-ray vision on Earth, too.
So my magic works here just fine.
Of course, if it didn’t work, I wouldn’t have been able to teleport here in the
first place, so I guess we already knew that the moment I arrived safely.
In novels and stuff, there’s sometimes a thing where magic doesn’t work on
Earth because there’s no magic power here or whatever, but I guess that’s not
the case.
I dunno why we never developed conjuring here, but whatever.
Maybe someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes or something, but
that’s none of my business.
If I couldn’t use my x-ray vision, though, I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes
closed.
Back in the world I came here from, I might’ve been able to make some
excuse, but here I’m sure it’d cause quite an uproar if anyone saw my eyes.
And I really don’t want that.
Maybe it’d be all right if I had sunglasses or something, but I don’t, so I’m just
walking with my eyes closed.
Weird looks? I don’t care, as long as they don’t call the police!
I’m not planning on sticking around that long anyway.
And if I do end up having to stay awhile for some reason, well, I’ll cross that
bridge when I come to it.
There are lots of people in front of the station, so it must be rush hour right
now.
I try to avoid the throngs of people and head in a less-crowded direction, from
the station to a residential area.
The crowds thin out, and there are less shops and such around, too.
I keep going, walking with heavy footsteps that nevertheless don’t stop.
It’s not that far of a walk.
If anything, it’s pretty close, although I’m not happy about that right now.
I’ll be there any second.
I arrive at a single house, nestled between two bigger buildings.
It’s a perfectly ordinary house, probably no more than ten years old.
The name on the front entrance is Wakaba.
I open the gate and walk up to the front door.
There’s a decorative potted plant next to the door, and I reach in between its
branches with my fingertips to retrieve a key.
Then I use that key to open the front door.
It’s totally silent inside the house.
There’s a staircase to the second floor right by the entrance, just like I
remember.
Next to that is a hallway that leads into the first floor.
I head up the stairs without hesitation.
Then I open the first door I come upon on the second floor.
 I can hear the faint sounds of a computer inside.
There’s a game on the computer screen, where a bald character is dodging
enemy attacks with ease.
The clacking of a controller echoes with his every move.
“Welcome. Or should I say welcome home?”
The girl holding the controller greets me without turning around.
Unable to respond right away, I stand there staring at her back and the
computer screen.
The old bald guy attacks the enemy monster and kills it with one hit, and the
words Quest Complete appear in big letters on the screen.
Taking that as an opportunity, the girl puts down the controller and turns
around.
“This is the first time I’ve ever been here in my life. So I guess welcome is
probably more accurate.”
My words come surprisingly smoothly.
But I guess I know why.
I don’t need to be careful with my words when I talk to this particular girl.
“I guess I should say…nice to meet you, the real Hiiro Wakaba. Or should I just
call you D?”
The face of the girl who’s turned toward me looks exactly like my own.
She has black eyes and black hair that trails loosely down instead of being tied
in a braid, but otherwise we look more or less identical.
And I guess our expressions are just a little bit different.
“Nice to meet you…substitute.”
The original version of me responds without a hint of emotion.
I was afraid to know the truth.
The truth that I’m just an imitation…a fake.
 ““Let’s eat.””
D and I sit across from each other in the dining room on the first floor of the
Wakaba family house, eating cup noodles.
Since it was right around dinnertime, D asked if I wanted something to eat
before I left, so here we are.
The menu for the evening is cup noodles because there’s no proper food in
this house.
Hmm. Yeah, I guess I do have memories of only ever eating cup noodles and
convenience-store food and junk like that.
This is such irrefutable evidence of that, I don’t even know what to say.
Ahhh, cup noodles are sooo good, though.
You can’t get these complicated flavors in the other world. They don’t have a
lot of interesting spices and chemicals to cook with over there.
The array of different flavors and ingredients in these cup noodles is so
nostalgic.
Or at least it feels that way, although those memories aren’t actually mine.
We both slurp our cup noodles in silence.
D and I both eat very slowly, taking small bites.
It takes about twice as long for us to finish our noodles as it would an ordinary
person.
Neither of us says a word the whole time.
But despite the long silence, it doesn’t feel awkward at all.
 I’m not sensitive enough to other people’s emotions to feel awkward in
situations like this, and I don’t know if D even has emotions in the first place.
Since the moment we met, her expression hasn’t changed in the slightest.
I know I’m hardly one to talk, but D’s even worse than I am.
Her face is like a mask, without any trace of subtle emotions.
To the point where I’m starting to wonder if she really doesn’t have them at
all.
Maybe it’s true. She’s always been pretty mysterious, but now that I’m seeing
her face-to-face, she only seems even more so.
Normally, no matter how much a person tries to keep up appearances, you
can get hints of their true feelings through their words and actions.
The tone of their voice.
The movement of their eyes.
Their gestures.
If you keep track of little things like that, you’ll eventually get an idea of that
person’s true nature.
That’s the case even for powerful beings like the Demon Lord and Güli-güli.
It might seem like the Demon Lord’s personality has changed since she fused
with one of my Parallel Minds, but her actual nature hasn’t changed at all.
Unlike me, she’s still stupidly honest and kind.
The longer you know someone, the more you notice their little subtleties, but
there are usually hints that you can see even in a short amount of time.
But D doesn’t have those.
Her tone, her eye movements, her gestures.
They’re all unfathomable. I can’t read anything from them at all.
It’s not like she’s so robotic that she doesn’t show any emotions.
In fact, it’s the opposite.
 Her movements are very refined in a flesh-and-blood kind of way, making her
captivating to watch.
But I can’t even begin to guess what thoughts or feelings are behind those
actions.
It’s like I can see them, but I can’t understand what I’m looking at.
All it seems like is something disguised as a human, pretending to be a person.
At that point in my analysis, I give up entirely on understanding D.
This isn’t the kind of thing you can figure out with logic.
If I keep trying to do so, I can tell it’s going to be futile.
There are some things you just can’t understand.
And for me, D is one of those things.
I have to approach her as such, or I won’t be able to think straight.
This must be what it feels like to lose sanity points…
Leave it to an evil god to whittle away at your mind just by having a
conversation.
““Thanks for the food.””
We finish our noodles and put our hands together in thanks at the same time.
“Leave your trash and chopsticks in the sink, please.”
Obediently, I put the chopsticks and the empty noodle container in the sink,
and the two of us go back upstairs.
D then turns on her gaming console and starts up a fighting game.
“Here.”
She hands me an arcade controller.
Holding a similar controller, D sits down a little to the side of the screen.
I follow suit, sitting slightly to the other side of the screen opposite D.
Thus, our battle begins.
For a while, the only sound is the clicking and clacking of controllers.
 The battle ends in…my crushing defeat! Dammit!
Look, it’s not my fault!
I’ve never held an arcade-style controller in my life!
I might know how to use it from the memories I have, but that doesn’t mean I
have the requisite muscle memory!
I try to do a shoryuken and end up doing a hadoken!
And why is my character crouching when I’m trying to backstep?!
Ugh! Even I have to admit, I’m awful at this!
But as we continue round after round, the discrepancies between my
memories and muscles begin to amend themselves, and I start to get the hang
of things.
I’m making less input mistakes than before, and I can more or less move the
character the way I want.
But I still can’t win.
The difference in our experience levels with this game is just way too severe.
D can control her movements down to the frame and predict my movements
with such accuracy that I have to wonder if she’s using Future Sight or
something.
I myself can’t use Future Sight, by the way.
Or, at least, not very well.
The Future Sight skill is a product of the system doing a massive amount of
operations to predict the future with high accuracy.
I don’t have the processing power to do all that by myself.
It’s technically not impossible, but it takes so much focus that I pretty much
can’t do anything else.
So I can’t use Future Sight in the middle of our matches, but it doesn’t seem
like D is using it, either.
In fact, judging by the flow of energy, she’s not using any kind of conjuring at
all.
In other words, she’s flesh and blood.
Which means she’s physically weak, just like me when I’m not using conjuring.
This body of mine was definitely made based on D’s body.
So the fact that she’s beating me so thoroughly without any kind of conjuring
means that her advantage is just the sheer difference in experience.
How much time would you have to commit to this to get so strong despite
having such a weak body?
I can’t help shuddering with fear.
Although we’re just talking about a fighting game!
We keep battling late into the night, and when we’re both starting to get
tired, D makes another proposal: “Want to sleep over?”
I’m mad that I’ve been losing this whole time, so I quickly agree.
I set up camp in the empty room that’s supposedly the parents’ room, making
it my own by putting up a bunch of thread, then go to bed.
I’ll definitely win tomorrow!
Or if not, I’ll at least take a single round!
…Huh?
What did I come here to do again?
Right, right, I came to meet D.
Yep. And now we’ve met, so my mission is accomplished.
If I wanna play fighting games afterward, I’m totally allowed to do that. Yeah.
…I’m not actually as shocked as I expected to be.
I thought meeting D was going to be a huge shock.
Since it would be unshakable proof that I’m a fake and all.
But now that I’ve seen her, all I can do is accept it.
That I’m just an imitation of D, the real Hiiro Wakaba.
 I first became aware of D’s existence when I acquired the Wisdom skill.
It all began when the Divine Voice (temp.) said D’s name.
Next was when I encountered Black for the first time.
A smartphone appeared out of nowhere, and from it came a voice that called
itself “D.”
That was my and D’s first contact.
After that, she continued to meddle with me once in a while. I always thought
she was creepy, since I felt an unsettling sensation whenever we spoke.
I didn’t figure out why until after I became a god.
When I underwent deification, my soul was completely transformed.
In the process, I noticed something that was stuck to my soul.
It was in my divinity field, my foundation.
In fact, it had swallowed me up entirely and become my very existence.
It was Hiiro Wakaba’s memories.
The existence that wrote over my original self and became my being.
And whether I wanted to or not, I realized what that meant.
That I’m some other being entirely who just happens to have Hiiro Wakaba’s
memories.
Once I realized that, a lot of things that I’d had doubts or concerns about all
clicked into place at once.
Like how I was always “nameless.”
How Vampy always had her old name and her current name displayed, but I
still remained nameless for some reason.
I never had the name Hiiro Wakaba.
That would explain why I had so few skill points, too.
The old me was a pretty insignificant living thing. Since skill points are a part
of your soul’s power, of course mine were low.
 But the last nail in the coffin was the discrepancies between D’s existence and
my own memories.
D once told me that there was an explosion in the classroom she was in, and
the other students who got caught up in the explosion were reincarnated in the
world I was born in.
And as far as I could remember, there wasn’t anyone else in the classroom
who could’ve been D.
Except for me, Hiiro Wakaba.
When I thought about it, there were a lot of undeniable contradictions and
inconsistencies in my memories.
I don’t even remember my parents’ faces.
I thought of myself as a loser, but I also knew that I had a beautiful face.
And there were all kinds of obvious personality differences in between my
memories and my current self.
Eventually, I realized D’s true identity and my own.
There was a spider that had made its nest in the classroom.
The boys were going to squash it, but Ms. Oka stopped them.
In fact, she said it could be a biology lesson and even tried to get the class to
take care of it.
Although that last part didn’t happen, since the chosen students cried their
eyes out and refused to do it.
Nevertheless, that spider stayed in the classroom.
It was surrounded by humans much larger than itself.
It could’ve died at any moment.
Most humans shunned it and thought it was creepy.
But it still desperately clung to life.
The lowest-ranking creature in the classroom…
That was me.
 ““Let’s eat.””
The next morning.
Our breakfast table is adorned with burnt toast and microwaved side dishes.
Hooray for this incredible society in which you can eat a proper meal without
having to actually cook at all!
My only regret is that I can’t fit all this food into the tiny stomach of this body!
D doesn’t care about taste or amount as long as it’s edible.
Maybe our contrasting levels of gluttony is the biggest difference between D
and me.
Well, that would make sense, I guess.
I didn’t start living with a clear sense of self until I hatched from that egg in
the Great Elroe Labyrinth.
It all started when I witnessed the bloodbath of my siblings and the horror of
my giant mother and told myself, I refuse to die like this!
I’m sure I had a survival instinct in my old life as a spider, too, but it was this
beginning that made me as determined to stay alive as I am now.
And after that, when I was on the verge of starvation and had to eat the
corpse of one of my siblings, the mentality of I have to eat to survive! is what
made me into such a glutton.
Without that experience, maybe I wouldn’t be quite so preoccupied with
food.
Then there was the incident where my home was burned down and I realized
that just surviving wasn’t enough.
Everything I went through after that is what made me who I am now.
At first, I was just a substitute for the real Hiiro Wakaba.
But my experiences in that world turned me into me.
I might be a fake, but the history I’ve built up for myself is real.
That thought calms me right down.
 Maybe I’m not that shocked about meeting D because I had already braced
myself for it, but I think it’s also because I have this firm belief that deep down,
I’m still me.
““Thanks for the food.””
Feeling refreshed as I finish breakfast, I put my utensils in the sink.
Then we go back to the room on the second floor.
It’s game time!
Just like yesterday, our battle begins again.
But this time, one thing is different.
“While we’re doing this, please listen.”
D starts talking to me.
“Since you’ve made it all this way, let me explain from the beginning.”
I’m guessing she’s not talking about the fighting game we’re playing right
now.
“As you know, this all started when the Dimensional Magic of the hero and
the Demon Lord interfered with this world.”
Right. I guess I did hear about that before.
If I remember right, a previous hero and Demon Lord tried to transcend space
to do something with Dimensional Magic and failed.
The misfired spell exploded in the high school classroom where D, Hiiro
Wakaba, was sitting, and the shock waves killed all the students and their
teacher.
Then D had them all reborn in the other world as the reincarnations.
“The reincarnations got caught up in this because of me. They’re just innocent
people who were hurt because I was playing at having a fun high school life. So
in order to take responsibility for that, I set them up to get reborn in that world
with some extra advantages. You knew all this, yes?”
Wait a sec.
 What do you mean, a fun high school life?
Is that stupid idea the whole reason this evil god was pretending to be a high
school student?!
And the reincarnations got killed because D was hiding out in their high school
for such a stupid reason…
Yeah, I would certainly hope she’d take responsibility for that!
Those poor reincarnations!
“At any rate, that was all well and good. It was an unfortunate accident, but I
set them all up for a nice new life, so my responsibility ended there. Although I
won’t deny I thought it would be more entertaining this way.”
Wait a sec.
Are you sure the main reason wasn’t just because you thought it would be
entertaining, and “taking responsibility” was just an excuse?
Leave it to an evil god. She’s cruel in all kinds of ways.
“But there was just one problem. How was I to fill the box that was meant for
me?”
Huh? D’s box?
I don’t really get it, but I’m guessing if I just stay quiet and listen, she’ll explain
things.
“I was attending that high school under the false name of Hiiro Wakaba. My
disguise was perfect. I had a family register and all that, and Hiiro Wakaba was
even listed as an existing human in soul administration.”
Hrmmm?
I’m not sure what soul administration is, but if she’s mentioning it in the same
category as a family register, does that mean that souls are all recorded
somewhere just like a family register?
We’re all being managed by some unknown network of the gods!
S-say whaaat?!
 …Jokes aside, the scary part is that this might actually be true.
Also, not that it matters, but now I know Hiiro Wakaba is a false name.
I kinda figured as much, but honestly, who would give themselves a name
with the kanji for princess in it? Isn’t that a little obnoxious?
“My subordinates are exceptional, so they’d immediately notice even the
slightest discrepancy in the flow of souls and come rushing to investigate. If that
happened, then I’d lose the ordinary life I made for myself to play—I mean, for
research—and be dragged back to work by force. I couldn’t have that.”
Wait a sec.
Were you about to say play hooky?
And what was the point in covering it up when the rest of what you just said
made it clear that’s what you’re doing anyway?
Dragged back by force… What are you, a runaway kid?!
Ugh, I feel a headache coming on. So basically, D skipped out on work and
escaped, pretended to be a human, and was going to school to have a fun high
school life or whatever.
No waaay.
“There were twenty-six humans who died in that classroom. However, as you
can see, I’m still alive and well. I couldn’t just pop into that world myself, but if I
didn’t do something, I’d be found out and put back to work. The best way to
settle things peacefully was to find a living creature to be reborn in that world
in my place, filling the role of a human in the flow of souls. At this point, you
know who I’m talking about, right?”
Ah. Yeah. It’s me, right?
Uhhh, sooo…what?
Hmm. Ummm. I dunno.
What does this mean exactly?
Shall I skip over the confusing parts like soul administration and sum it up
simply?
 D was messing around and didn’t want to be dragged back to work, so she
decided to send in a double, and that wound up being a spider that just
happened to be in the room—namely, me.
That’s sooo stupid!
What a stupid reason for me to exist!
Is that seriously the whole reason why I was born?!
No way.
No waaay.
NO WAAAAY!
“It was actually quite difficult, you know. I had to come up with all kinds of
schemes to disguise a mere spider’s soul as a human’s, and I even fabricated
memories of Hiiro Wakaba’s life and grafted them onto your soul, just in case.
Although I suppose it’s my own fault, since I decided it would be more fun to
trick the system than just increasing the volume of the soul to match a human’s.
But I was careful not to cut corners, even if you would probably die right away,
so you wound up surpassing my expectations and making for some splendid
entertainment. So I guess it all worked out.”
What exactly is this feeling welling up inside me as D proudly explains her
process to me?
Oh, I know. I really, really want to slap her.
“Since you were a spider in the first place, I reincarnated you as a spider,
which also gave you a connection to one of the major players in that world. I
sent you to the Great Elroe Labyrinth for pretty arbitrary reasons—since it’d be
a tough place to start out, you were a spider monster, and it was just around
hatching time anyway—but it went better than I ever could have hoped. I
deserve a pat on the back for making that call. Good job, me.”
How can she say that with a straight face?
I really, really want to headbutt her in the gut.
The more she explains it, the more I realize just how awful the secret story of
my birth really is.
 She’s puffing up her chest and acting like she did a great job, but the short
version is that she just made me into a substitute because she didn’t want to
work, right?
Like a kid who swears to their mom that they’ve already finished their
homework because they don’t want to do it over the summer!
Doesn’t she realize that she’s only delaying the inevitable, and once they find
out, her punishment is just gonna be even worse because of it?
Knowing her, I guess she probably does know that.
She just thinks it’ll be more fun this way, I bet.
Ugh. In the end, it always comes back to that, doesn’t it?
Maybe that really is the only motivation behind D’s actions: whether it seems
fun or not.
Honestly, I don’t know. From my perspective, D is so incomprehensible that I
never have any idea what she’s thinking.
Maybe deep down, she has a different motivation entirely.
But her words and actions always imply that she does these things only
because she thinks it’ll be entertaining.
No matter what D really thinks on the inside, as long as it doesn’t show on the
surface, the only guess I can make for her motivation is entertainment.
I’ll just have to assume that’s true for now.
And if so, the only conclusion I can come up with is…she’s still messing with
me.
Even I didn’t expect that the reason for my entire existence would be
something so stupid.
But maybe it’s true.
In fact, that kind of stupid, pointless reason might be exactly what sets me
free.
Fine, see if I care!
 If that’s how it’s gonna be, then I’ll just do whatever I want, too.
See, I was thinking about this stuff on the way here.
I mean, I was made by the puppet master called D, who gave me part of her
memories in the process. So why in the world was I created?
What’s my purpose?
When I finally met D, would I find out that I had some incredibly important
role that I didn’t even know about?
And if so, what would happen to me after that?
Basically, I was a little freaked out about the possibility of this unknown
future.
I thought there was no way a super-being like D would create me for no
reason at all.
But guess what?
Turns out there really was no reason!
Well, I guess that’s not entirely true.
There’s the stupid reason of D wanting to get out of work.
But man, talk about anticlimactic. I was nervous there’d turn out to be some
huge reason that I was created, so this is beyond a letdown.
Like, I was bracing myself for the possibility that she might even get rid of me
on the spot. But this is so far in the other direction that all the energy has
drained right out of me.
Although it did occur to me that, since D seems to consider me a favorite
source of entertainment, she probably wouldn’t just get rid of me.
But I did think something terrible might happen to me.
I should probably just be happy that I was wrong, buuut that’s not where I’m
at right now.
D is technically—just technically!—kinda like my parent, and in a way it’s
thanks to her that I’m like this now, so if she had asked me to do something, I
would’ve been fairly willing to help her out.
But now that I know I was made for such a stupid reason? Not so much.
If she was gonna force me to do something, I’d have to go along with her,
since she’s so powerful, but otherwise I’m just gonna do whatever I want.
“Exactly. That’s for the best.”
An emotionless voice interrupts my disillusioned thoughts.
It’s completely level and unfeeling as usual, but for some reason, it has a
certain ring of satisfaction to it at this particular moment.
“It’s because you’re free that you’re able to shine so much. I have great
respect for that.”
Because it’s more entertaining that way, right? I can almost hear the
unspoken comment.
A cold shudder runs down my spine.
At the same time, my head heats up like it’s boiling over.
She knew everything all along.
She knew that I wouldn’t be able to refuse if she asked me to do something,
knew about the fears I was feeling before I came here, all of it.
And she knew exactly how to give me my freedom when she told me the
story of my creation.
D could easily use me if she wanted to, but instead she chose to let me keep
doing as I please.
Because it’s more fun that way.
Disillusioned? Yeah, right!
It doesn’t change the fact that I was created for a stupid reason, but still, D
clearly thought about what was best for me and guided me toward what she
figured was the best conclusion.
No one could pull that off unless they understood me completely.
I can’t understand the depths of D’s thoughts, but evidently, I wasn’t even
reading her surface emotions correctly.
I underestimated how far she would go to steer things in the direction that
would entertain her most.
Scaaary.
She can do anything she wants, but she chooses to do nothing.
Except when she thinks her interference would make things more
entertaining, in which case she won’t hesitate.
Honestly, I think it’s pretty amazing how she’ll do whatever it takes to achieve
her goal.
But at the same time, it’s scary. Because D really would stop at nothing to get
what she wants.
And I can’t even imagine the scale of her machinations.
Because she’s so insanely powerful that she could destroy a whole world and
still have energy to spare.
She really is a god.
If she was to use all that power for her goals, what do you think would
happen?
I can’t imagine it, nor do I really want to.
And I definitely don’t want to imagine what would happen if she turned that
power on me.
That could only end in my complete and total destruction.
I’ve walked the line between life and death several times over by now.
But if D came after my life, none of those experiences would compare.
It’d be over for me, period. I would have zero chance of survival.
No amount of struggling or scheming would affect that outcome.
That’s why she’s scary.
I’m shivering like my spine’s been turned into an icicle.
 This is crazy.
And no, I’m not just talking about the fear.
It’s the other thing that’s the problem.
Even though my spine is cold, my head actually feels hot.
While the rest of my body is frozen in fear, my brain is actually boiling with
delight.
I’m happy that D acknowledged my worth.
It’s like someone pumped my brain full to bursting with endorphins.
Oh man. This is totally crazy.
I don’t think I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of approval, but when it
comes from D, that’s another story.
D is special to me, whether I like it or not.
I mean, she’s basically the original I’m based on.
Before I knew that, I always felt a certain aversion toward D. I could tell that
she was blatantly playing with me like a toy.
But still, I was always very aware of D.
The more I felt avoidant of her, the more she occupied my thoughts.
And even though I was hostile toward her, I always looked up to her as a
powerful being far beyond my reach.
I want to live freely and do as I please.
Which means I can’t accept the existence of anyone who tries to control me.
So I always resisted any powerful beings who tried to restrict my freedom.
The many monsters who tried to kill me during my fight for survival in the
Great Elroe Labyrinth.
Earth Dragon Araba.
My battle with Mother.
And then I met the Demon Lord.
 Potimas, Güli-güli, and the state of the world itself.
I’ve always fought against all of that, even if some of those fights are still
unresolved.
But among all of them, there was one being who I considered to be on
another level completely, a special level that I would never reach.
D.
So how much would it mean for that same being to give her approval of me?
How important would it be for a fake like me to be acknowledged by the
original?
Apparently even more than I thought.
So much so that part of me wouldn’t even mind being restricted if D was the
one to do it.
Oh man, this is so crazy.
Is this love?!
I mean, I’m pretty sure I don’t swing that way.
Then again, if you asked me if I like men, my answer would be: hmmmm?
It seems as if I don’t have much desire for that kinda thing, maybe even none
at all.
Come on—I’m joking. Of course I’m not gonna fall in love with D.
But at the same time, I have to admit that I’m obviously pretty drawn to her.
I mean, the fact that I said I was disillusioned just means that I had high
expectations of her in the first place.
What’s up with that?
Maybe this is how it feels when you’re about to have a marriage interview.
Okay, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore!
Whew. Calm down, me.
You’re freaking out a little too much.
 “Ah. Maybe it was rude of me to give you a name before.”
Suddenly, D brings her face close to mine.
So close that our lips are almost touching.
“Naming carries a heavy implication for us gods. The act of naming
strengthens the connection between the namer and the one being named. You
could even say that it binds their souls.”
Say whaaat?
So this indescribable something that I’m feeling right now might be the effect
of naming?
I’ve been unknowingly bound to D ever since she gave me the name Shiraori,
the White Weaver?!
“Freedom is what makes you shine. But I suppose I did want to keep you close
at hand, even if it meant plucking the feathers from your wings. I know it is
contradictory, but that’s just because of how deeply charming you are.”
Her whisper in my ear fills my mind with sweet dizziness.
Charming…charming… D’s words echo in my brain.
“You belong to me. I have no intention of letting go. But please fly as freely as
you can within my grasp. As long as you do that, I will happily dote on you until
the time comes for the world to end.”
Next thing I know, I’m back in my room in the duke’s mansion.
I do remember making my way back here, kinda.
After playing a bunch more games with D, none of which I came close to
winning.
She even gave me some souvenirs as a sort of reward.
They’re all stored in the alternate dimension I made with my spatial conjuring
for now. I guess I’ll check that out later.
For now, back in the duke’s mansion, I roll around on my bed.
It’s like I’ve just woken up from a dream.
 That was crazy.
And bad.
I dunno, it was just…oof.
What was that, some kind of pickup line?
Oh man, oh man, oh man.
What if she really did steal my heart?!
And the scariest part is that I don’t even think I would mind!
At this rate, I’m heading straight down the road of being a kept man.
Although I’m not a man. Or a human.
Yep. I gotta go on the run!
If I had stayed at D’s any longer, I definitely would’ve wound up under her
thumb.
I can’t let that happen.
I gotta be strong and resist being tempted by D.
But I don’t know if I can resist for long.
So I have to run away, somewhere that she can’t reach me.
Although with D, I don’t even know if it’s possible to run away from her
completely.
I certainly can’t right now.
I have to get stronger and come up with some kind of getaway plan, or I’m in
trouble.
Right now, the only place I can run to from here is Earth.
And if I go there, I’ll fall right into D’s hands!
So for now, I’ll stay here and keep building my strength.
And at the same time, I’ll start making a detailed getaway plan!
“Aah!” The door slams open, and Vampy barges right into the room. “Where
have you been?! How dare you run off without a word again! How many times
have I told you to let me know where you’re going first?!”
Crossing her arms, Vampy huffs intimidatingly to make her anger clear.
Oh right, I guess I might’ve agreed to something like that…maybe?
“Next time, for real, you absolutely have to tell me when you’re going
somewhere! Got it?!”
All right, all right.
I guess that’s fair.
If I decide to go somewhere, I’d better tell these guys first.
Even if I’m running away.
There’s still lots of stuff I have to do here, so I don’t think that’ll happen for a
long while yet anyway.
But if the time comes, I’ll tell them before I leave.
I promise.
 “So you intend to revolt against the Demon Lord, then?”
“Yeah. If we abide by her wishes, all of demonkind will be destroyed.”
A foolish declaration comes through the phone.
The man has a fair amount of influence among demons, but frankly, he is
insignificant.
Especially compared to Erguner.
That man has some connection to the pontiff of the Word of God, so he
cannot be taken lightly.
Surely, he is scheming up some way to outwit both Ariel and me even now.
No doubt he has some connection to this rebellion behind the scenes, too.
Irritatingly enough, he always takes care not to leave any proof of his actions
instead of attacking us head-on.
On the other hand, I have no such concerns about the man I am speaking with
right now.
That makes things simple.
“So I was hoping to request your help, too, Potimas.”
“Of course. It pains me to think of letting that woman destroy the relationship
we elves have built up with the demons over so many years.”
There is truth behind this statement of mine. I have invested a great deal in
convincing the demons to trust the elves.
Part of this was to prevent the demon race from weakening, lest their
ongoing feud with the humans fall to the wayside. Because if that feud was to
fall apart, I have no doubt that the pontiff of the Word of God would
manipulate public opinion in order to turn humanity against us elves next.
Even when the demon race was thriving, the pontiff tried many a time to
spread the idea that the elves are evil.
And since demon invasions of the human realms have fallen off in recent
times, I can no longer completely prevent his control over information.
The more spare power that falls into the hands of the humans, specifically the
Word of God, the more inconvenient it is for me.
Which is why I need their long-standing enemies, the demons, to keep their
hands full to a certain extent, even if I have to personally assist the demons
myself.
Besides, the current demon lord is that accursed Ariel.
I doubt that she has the strength to cause me serious harm on her own, but it
certainly does not amuse me to see someone who wishes me ill at the head of
the demon race.
“Oh! Thanks a lot! With the elves on our side, we’ve got nothing to fear!”
Hrm. I suppose that would be true, if the elves were to go all out.
But of course, I have no intention of putting all my energy into helping this
nobody.
I shall be most satisfied if my forces can simply whittle away her numbers to
an appropriate degree.
An insignificant nobody like this man doesn’t stand a chance of defeating
Ariel.
Of course, the fact that he doesn’t understand that is what makes him a
nobody.
“I shall assist you as best I can.”
“Great! I owe you one!”
The genuine gratitude in the man’s voice nearly makes me laugh.
His pathetic rebellion doesn’t stand a chance of succeeding.
 Yet here I am, supporting a rebellion that I know will fail.
I won’t be going all out, but I suppose I ought to make preparations so that I
can yield some results.
My attempts at interfering with Ariel and her little friends have all failed thus
far because I held back my resources. The casualties incurred as a result do not
trouble me overmuch, but it is irritating that I have not caused any damage to
Ariel’s side.
Now is as good a time as any to dispose of a few of her allies.
Of course, it is not her worthless demon subjects I will be targeting.
It is her irreplaceable so-called family, the reincarnations she harbors.
And then there’s White.
If I wish to do something about that group, I suppose it would be foolish to
send a half-baked assault.
Trying to fight them with sheer numbers would be nothing but a waste of
resources.
Being stingy with resources because I fear to lose them will only guarantee
the loss of whatever I do send.
…I have no choice, then.
I will accept a degree of risk and send in some real firepower.
“Now then, I must excuse myself to make preparations of my own.”
“Of course. Please do.”
Ending the call, I think about what to do next.
Then I stand up from my chair and begin to move.
My first stop is the area where the humanoid Glorias are lined up neatly.
Since the main parts have not yet been installed, they are not operational, but
they are all equipped with Anti-Technique Barriers.
“Director.”
“Yes, sir!”
 “Prepare all these so that they can be deployed.”
The director in charge of this area pales at my request, but he cannot
disregard a direct order.
“You will be in charge of selecting the main parts to be installed. I am
expecting a job well done, you know.”
“Y-yes, sir!”
Now, once my preparations are complete, I shall go on the attack.
They had best be ready to entertain me with the screams of their final hour.
AFTERWORD

YAHOO! Hello, this is Okina Baba, writing to you with a bizarre amount of
excitement.
This series has now reached its ninth volume.
Next thing you know, we’ll be in the double digits.
Ah, the number nine.
I think you can learn a lot about people from what they associate with it.
If you think of billiards, then you’re a normie!
Imagine being social enough to have real-life friends to play billiards with.
If you thought of a certain ice fairy who’s officially labeled as an idiot, then
you’re a nerd!
I don’t know if you’re casual or a hardcore nerd, but if you recognized that
reference at all, then you’re obviously one of us to some extent.
If you thought of a red machine coming to destroy all irregulars, then you’re a
From fan!
I’m sorry, but it’s too late for you. The Kojima particles have taken over your
brain.
Incidentally, these predictions are all based on my own personal biases and
assumptions, so please don’t take them too seriously.
By the way, the first thing I pictured was a red fairy quietly saying, Those who
wield too much power bring only chaos. I guess I’m a nerd and a From fan.
Anyway, putting the number nine aside, this volume of the series contains a
world full of as many problems as a billiard board has holes and a battle
between a young girl who looks a bit like an ice fairy and a man who gets fired
up like a red machine.
 …What’s scary is that none of that is inaccurate.
But that part’s more like the continuation of Volume 8. I’m more excited
about that character’s appearance.
Who in the world am I talking about?! And what does that character want?!
You’ll find out the truth by reading this volume.
So yeah. I don’t know when this turned into a mystery series, but it’s not not a
mystery series, either.
Now, enough of the lead-in. Let’s get into the meat of things here.
That’s right. All of the above was just a lead-in.
Because I have more pages for the afterword than usual this time!
I can write as much as I want! And say whatever I want!
Wah-ha-ha! It’s finally my time to shiiiine!
HOWEVER! That’s not the reason I was so excited at the beginning.
It’s because I have a huge announcement!
An anime adaptation of So I’m a Spider, So What? is now in development!
Dun-dun-duuuun!
That’s right, this series is getting an anime!
Yaaaay! Clap, clap, clap!
This is totally serious. It’s not a joke or a prank.
Finally, at long last, the time has come!
When the web novel became a printed series, it went from being only text to
having Kiryuu-sensei’s illustrations.
When it became a manga, Kakashi-sensei developed a lively version of the
world.
Thanks to Kiryuu-sensei and Kakashi-sensei, things that were difficult to
convey with text alone can now be beautifully portrayed with images.
And now, motion and sound will be added to the mix.
 Kumoko’s going to be moving on the screen!
And talking!
Well, she can’t actually talk, so maybe you’ll be hearing a lot of her inner
thoughts.
At any rate, getting an anime adaptation means achieving a major goal for
creators like me.
Wow. I guess everything is going my way!
Ah, you’re right; I’m sorry. I got carried away there.
Anyway, they’ve already made a PV, so please go and check it out.
It’ll be a while before it actually airs, but the PV is a good way to get an idea of
what it might be like.
And you’ll get to see Kumoko, who was only ever on the page before, moving
around on a screen.
Now, allow me to give some words of thanks.
First, to Kiryuu-sensei, for always bringing the world of So I’m a Spider, So
What? to life with beautiful illustrations.
I really think it’s thanks to Kiryuu-sensei’s art that the series managed to get
an anime adaptation.
The cover for this volume is wonderful, too. Thank you so much.
And thank you to Kakashi-sensei, who draws the So I’m a Spider, So What?
manga so well that it’s as if it’s really moving, even though it’s not anime.
Kakashi-sensei’s style is so amazing that you can just imagine the action like it’s
unfolding right before your eyes.
Volume 5 of the always lively manga adaptation is on sale now as well.
To everyone involved in the creation of the anime, thank you so much for
making such a wonderful PV.
To everyone who helped bring this book into the world, especially my editor,
W.
And to everyone who picked up this book.
Thank you all so much.
 Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Yen On.

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