âIf you are a magician, you know how terrible it is to âeat soulsâ. Your soul will be decomposed and disappear from reincarnation forever and become my construct.â
âI donât mind. However, if there is anything left to think about, please ⊠Please allow my family to live a peaceful life, free from your clutches.â
âIf they get in my way, Iâll kill them. Pray it doesnât come to that.â
ââŠYes.â
Yuinâs mouth tightened as he realized that he couldnât ask for more.
âThank you for the ⊠meal. Itâs a little bit unfulfilling to be completely unopposed.â
Her existence as a self was permanently annihilated from this worldâŠ
And yet, despite the fact that it was probably the worst possible ending, being decomposed by a touch of the Evil Godâs power and eaten by the worst kind of undead, Yuin was relatively at peace with it.
She was expecting him to rant and rave, regretting it at the last minute like Miriam did last timeâŠ
Family. He wondered if he turned down all the grief because he thought his family had been saved.
Since that moment when she learned the pain of fighting for revenge, even kindness had become poison to her.
She didnât want anyone to feel sorry for her. If someone somewhere was feeling sorry for her without her knowledge, that would be fine, but she would not want to be pitied by someone who was, after all, her comrade in arms.
If such pity were to be accepted, she would surely never be able to stand up again.
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The two escaped from the quiet inn.
The staff had been knocked unconscious by Tracyâs spy action. The rest of the knights had been decapitated. Well, there was a chance that one or two of them might be revived, but there was nothing to be done. It would have been good material to bring back, but if they tried to deploy storage magic here, it would have broken the presence barrier.
She could have taken some of them with her, but she left that slot open for her main mission.
There were no guards or holy beasts in the area, and no one seemed to have noticed anything unusual yet.
âI guess all we have to do now is escape.â
âWait. Iâll take the corpse of this holy beast with me. Maybe Everis can help us analyze it.â
If it was incarnated, it naturally meant that the corpse was still there, and if she brought it back, she might be able to find out the enemyâs secret.
Tracy took out a flat bag with a wide opening.
When she put it on the corpse of the holy beast, the corpse fit into the bag, which should not have been very big, like a magic trick.
âI wonder if it will fit⊠Ah, it will fit. No matter how many times I see a bag with storage magic, itâs strange.â
It was a magic item bag that she had packed with various items necessary for espionage activities.
The remaining contents of the bag would be contaminated if mixed with the corpse of the holy beast, but that canât be helped. All that was left was to escape.
âCan you carry it? Storage items donât really reduce weight, do they?â
She gave up the loot ⊠i.e. the dead bodies of the knights because this was the real deal.
âWell, this much is ⊠more important, are you sure about the enemyâs movements?ââ
âThis artificial intelligence-like mechanical thinking are the Holy Beasts, right? I wonder if some of the alarmed responses are ⊠night guards checking around. And âŠ
The castle was also caught in the sphere of emotional detection.
A few of the catatonic people may have been the Marquis Edfeldt or a great knight.
And one bizarre emotional reaction, like a coat of white paint. Morgana.
âStill a strange reaction âŠWhat is this?
She was curious, but, well, that wasnât the point right now. It was not so much her mentality that was the problem, but her abilities.
If they were to capture Terra Kaine and successfully bring her in alive, they could then investigate.