chapter 59

I take another swing of my dagger at Ancelotti.

I pick up Ouka as he tries to avoid my dagger. I continued to move back and put some distance between Ancelotti and me.

“Why, why, why would I get hurt!”

“Because you’re spewing your stupid fantasies, idiot.”

Ancelotti’s lip is trembling, but he doesn’t appear to be lacking in composure as he puts his hand on the wound and casts a recovery spell.

“You know what? You’re on a roll. When you set my status to 0, and I didn’t die right away. It made me laugh.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Of course, it was an act to figure out the situation. It’s your fault for failing to convince me!”

I release a fireball.

Unlike before, Ancelotti created a wall of water and counteracted it.

As I thought, the magic that I released earlier was not erased, but only disappeared after hitting an empty wall.

“You’re going to make me hallucinate, while you move on and molest a girl. Bad taste.”

“How did you know it was hallucination magic?”

“You know, when I bought Ouka, you used some kind of hallucination magic.”

“Nonsense! Hallucination magic is a rare magic! There’s no way you’re going to find out any time soon!”

“Yeah, unless you have prior knowledge of it.”

I’m sorry, but I’m not from this world. I lived in a world so full of delusions that I could come up with any number of magical patterns.

I reposition my dagger.

“Your stupid spell is over. Now, give up and get beaten. We have to defeat the Demon King eventually.”

“Demon King?”

The pressure has changed.

The heavy air takes over my lungs.

“I told you. If you kill the Skullhead Goblin, the curse is complete.”

“What?”

Something caught my pants tightly.

I look down and see Ouka clinging to my pants.

“I’m pretty sure……”

“No way.”

“You’re aaaaah!”

Ouka opens the item box. At the same time, I shake her hand away.

“Eeeeeeeeeeee!”

Ouka stands up, and the dagger that was taken out is waved at me.

So Ouka was under a hallucination spell too!

“Stop! Wake up!”

“Give it back! Give it back!”

Ouka brandishes her dagger with a threatening beast-like appearance.

The demon laughs at us.

“Great! The look of a girl trapped in hatred! Oh, perfect as a main course!”

“The main–no way!”

“Yes! That fox is my target! A girl trapped in a cruel memory, her face in despair at the moment of her flashback! And the ugly beast transformed into anger! Oh, that feels so good! It feels good!”

The girl was a slave.

That man sold her.

The girl had no memories.

The girl was a fox.

A demon fox feared for its evil eyes.

Well, then, Ouka was– from the beginning.

The bastard had tricked me into playing with him.

“I can see you now, can’t I?”

“You prick!”

Echoes in the red room.

The laughter.

The hatred.

Anger.