chapter 58

“Ahhhhhh!”

I screamed, trying to erase the outcome that I couldn’t and didn’t want to admit from my mind.

Ha! Horseshit! It’s so clumsy! I can’t stop laughing at the brilliant fall of a piss-smelling child. However, the sight of it is unbearable to watch! The face of a betrayed human being is very delicious!”

Ancelotti chuckles.

“Look, look, look, look at your status. You’ll know exactly what you look like.”

For some reason, I open the status as I’m told.

Tsumugi(M)

Race: Human

Job: Wizard

Level: 56.

HP: 0/500

“Ze-……”

That is to say.

Death.

“—-”

“Oh?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

It was a laugh that came up.

Click, click, click, and the pieces fit together.

It was complete.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

I got angry.

“Then what, you’re going to set me up in the first place and give me Ouka! That’s how you were bossing around a dungeon!”

“Yes, yes! That’s right! You pretend to be a loner! To kill you! We’ve set the stage for all this!”

Ancelotti spins around as if to express his joy.

I fire a fireball at him.

But he doesn’t take a defensive stance.

–It’s an excellent idea to know what to expect.

“The lack of memory is also a deliberate act! Show some affection. To make me feel pretty, huh!”

“You’re looking good for a stabbed head! Couldn’t you die sooner!”

Fire Magic, Water Magic, Wind Magic, and Earth Magic.

I unleash several spells that I’ve been able to use since I got my magician’s job.

However, they cannot reach the demon in front of me.

It is as if there is a transparent wall in front of him.

“Look, look, you’re not hitting anything. If you move too much, the dagger stuck in your head will come loose and you” ll bleed.”

“Shut up!”

The magic doesn’t hit him.

“You wanted to take down the cursed Skullhead, lead him here, and then see his despairing face at the end of the day… whoa, whoa, whoa!”

I glare at Ouka.

She doesn’t answer, her expression doesn’t falter, and she looks at me coldly.

“‘Oukaaaa!”

I raised my dagger.

— cut backwards.

“What–?”

The voice of the demon and the tangible touch.

Behind me was Ancelotti, who should have been laughing at me at an arm’s length. My dagger cut his chest, and red blood was seeping out.

And at his feet was Ouka on his knees with empty eyes.

There was no dagger stuck in my forehead.

“What?”

“I knew it; I knew it was all a hallucination. I’ve got good eyes, huh?”

At my words, the demon face contorts for the first time.

“If you thought me and Ouka were in a master-servant relationship, you’re wrong. Ouka doesn’t call me ‘master’ anymore!”