Chapter 259 – Fortune

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There was a woman.

Born in a small farmhouse that could be found anywhere in the countryside, she was the youngest of five siblings.

The strong eldest son, the eldest daughter who can study and calculate, the troublesome second son and the cutie second daughter.

A girl who was born in a not-so-rare environment that could be found anywhere actually had a special talent that was different from others.

That’s what magic is.

Magic – The most important thing in using magic is, of course, magic power.

A person who had a magical organ formed to some extent from birth was a person with a talent for magic, and that was the standard for judging excellent magicians and those who were not.

Training the internal organs of the body was an impossible area for humans, so those who acquired magical powers were very few, and most of them were methods that required a strong price.

When she was a little baby, it all started when she moved the bed she was lying on by using magic power.

Her parents her, noticing that she was different from her other children, asked the chief of her village to take care of her.

Even in the countryside where she lived, the concept of ‘magic’ existed, but no knowledge of exactly what it was.

So she asked the eldest and knowledgeable chief of her village and was told that she was born with the gift of a mage.

Her parents her were overjoyed.

There were really only a handful of children who were gifted with usable magical power from birth, and if they officially became wizards, it was not a dream to get out of the countryside and connect with nobles.

This is because, from the past, I have heard that aristocrats sometimes welcome as wives or husbands those with powerful magical powers, even those of low status, in order to mix magician blood into their families.

Those who can use magic universally and those who do not have a clear difference in the limits of what they can reach.

It was a kind of law that never changes in this world.

So her parents decided to raise her her to be her wizard her.

At the words of her village chief that magic is not something one can teach on her own her, and that she needs both her magic book and her master her, she raised her funds by selling some of her farmland her.

When she was five years old, her old witch her, who lived in a nearby village, sent her as her apprentice her.

To be precise, she was not a witch as commonly thought, but a shaman who could communicate with the spirits of nature.

The witch carefully taught many things to her disciple her.

About herbalism, biology, and mysticism. How to communicate with the spirits.

It was not systematic, but it came from long experience and abundant knowledge.

She, who received a lot of expectations from her family, not only lives up to those expectations.

She tried to be as receptive as possible to everything her teacher her taught her.

In the year she was 14, her teacher died from the end of his life.

At the end of a teacher-teacher relationship of nearly 10 years, what was left of her teacher, who had taught her without taking any money from her, was the road to her academy her.

Her teacher left her all of her her legacy her and wanted her to learn more.

Receiving a big send-off from her family, her heart her swelled with anticipation of learning in a new environment as she boarded the carriage to her academy.

She didn’t even think that she would realize that it was all a futile, futile, futile wish.

She was clearly a wizard.

She was one of the few children born with magical powers.

However, the place where most of the ‘few children’ gather is the academy.

Naturally, she tried to enter the magic department, but was blocked by the barrier of the entrance test beyond her imagination.

She had a rare talent as a human, but as a magician, she was an ordinary person.

For a 14-year-old girl, to be denied everything she had poured in for nearly 10 years left a deep scar on her heart her.

However, she did not give up.

The admissions examiner also said that the entrance test for the magic department is particularly difficult, and most of them fail up to the second time.

So, having made up her mind her, once returning to her hometown her, she made use of all that was left in her master’s house her, and even taught her what her master her had not been able to teach her.

That’s the result of studying for another year and trying again.

This time, her her academy, which she visited with her words her, did not open the door to her this time either.

The look of disappointment on her parents’ faces her, who had provided her money for her, was still vivid in her mind her.

One last time.

Even at that end, she came back as a result of failure for her.

Obviously, all preparations must have been perfect.

He memorized all the magic theories, and performed the incantation without hesitation.

What can I say to the academy that doesn’t tell me why I failed the exam?

Just like that, she gave up her dream of becoming a wizard and returned to her hometown her to become a normal person.

Her guilt her for failing her family’s expectations her weighed heavily on her shoulders her.

She somehow helped to tend her little farmland to her, which she thought she needed to help everyone with.

Farming was a 16-year-old girl who had never held her plow, and no one expected much from her.

However, she had the knowledge of the powers of the earth and the knowledge of plants taught by her shaman master.

Its best use her was farming.

Her gardens and rice fields she produced much more crops than anywhere else.

Within two years of doing so, she had made her bountiful harvest enough to reclaim half of her farmland that her father had sold for himself.

Even if she does n’t become a wizard, if she can spend happy time with her family and her.

So, as she tried to start her new life, she again lost her hope.

What she lost this time was not her dreams of her, but everything she had.

It was a war between an empire and a kingdom.

Not all of the kingdom’s territory was covered in telephone calls, but her hometown her was comparatively somewhere between the empire and the kingdom.

She could not farm, of course, and her brothers were conscripted into the army, and she defended her homeland with her parents and sisters.

One day, everything including the house was burned down in an explosion that occurred with a roar.

The village she lived in was chosen as the test site for the giant destructive weapon invented by the empire.

She was the only one who survived

Her parents and sisters her were reduced to ashes, but she instinctively cast her magic her and saved her own life.

Thinking that she might have been able to protect everyone, she fell into a sense of self-doubt, but even that defense was not perfect, and her face was burned and turned ugly.

Even after the war ended, she somehow left her village in search of her mentor’s house, avoiding people who were reluctant to see her disfigured face of her.

Even that place almost all collapsed, and it became an abandoned house where people could not live.

So, thinking that she could live unnoticed, she hid there and started to avoid people.

She lived for 30 years, that’s how she lived.

What kept her from losing her sanity was her lust for magic, revived from her hopeless situation her.

Her magic her might be her way her to somehow fix her own disfigured face her.

It is the `transformation magic` that her former teacher had told her about.

It might be inferior to the polymorph used by dragons, but if it could do something as good as this face.

She might be able to live among people again.

Even if people from nearby villages call her the Witch of the Haunted House.

Even as she approaches 50, she slowly loses the vivacity of her youth.

When she endlessly repeated her research, she finally reached transformation magic.

She realized that the amount of magic she possessed was far too small for her to sustain it.

Except when she was young, when she was learning magic from her master her.

Her her world her never once, she gave her her smile her.

She did n’t allow her to pursue her dreams her, to live up to her hopes her.

Even if you reside the world, no one will say anything.

But what difference would that make?

Even if you reside the world and show hostility to people, it will be the adventurers who have come to subdue the witch.

She would lay her weapon on the witch with her hideous face her, and triumphantly slit her throat and return.

If so, let her die inside this lung without harming anyone.

Like her her own mentor, let her live here until she returns to nature.

Just as she was thinking that, a woman appeared to her.

She’s not sure if she was human or not.

Because she was a very beautiful woman.

Red hair, tan skin.

A body that draws a line that can be called perfect.

She introduced herself as `Issutal` and said that she was traveling around the continent to save women suffering from the absurdity of her reality.

“How many times have you failed the entrance exam for the Academy’s magic department?”

Ishtal heard that, and she shut her mouth for a moment before she scratched her head shyly.

Whether it was right for her to say this or not, she seemed to struggle with the judgment.

But soon, at her urging her, Ishtal spoke as if she could n’t help it.

“The Academy’s Department of Magic originally had wizards who were not nobles take exams under stricter standards. Because many commoners who dream of rising in status come to us.”

At the same time, it was said that if she had been a noble, she would have passed the first exam.

Then she regretted it.

She would have been better off not listening.

Ishtal handed her a medicine.

The drug that Ishtal is developing has the effect of increasing the magic power of the user, she said.

She nodded her head when Ishtal asked if she had no intention of living a new life with him.

And- the day you took the medicine. She was reborn in a new form.

Without knowing the true efficacy of the drug.

Ishtal wanted her to take her medicine regularly and spread it to others.

The women who needed to help and the young aristocrats were the targets.

Little by little, she continued her activities in her in the social world of the royal capital, but what she had her eye on was her aristocratic social club, Noble’s Rare.

As she took this drug, she learned little by little how to seduce men, and her targets she became the aristocrats she met at social clubs.

And-

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“…”

Hearing what Carmilla had to say, Cleon was silent for a moment.

If everything she said is true, then she too has been tricked by Ishtal.

Presumably, what she drank, and what she now holds in her hand her, is an improved, but extremely diluted blackmaker.

Plus, thanks to her aptitude for magical powers, she continued to take the drug and unwittingly became a demon.

“That’s right. I, I, the devil…? I, the succubus…”

She staggered back behind her, clutching her head in disbelief.

Her face was pale blue.

“This tail and wings are fakes that I created with transformation magic… “

She says so and she holds them in her hand her, but they feel the substance.

Cleon knew.

Everything about her had been reversed at some point.

It was not to create them with transformation magic, but to hide them.

Either way, she had to use magic, but her body had changed so much that she didn’t feel uncomfortable about it.

“No, no. It can’t be… Ishtal is the one who gave me a new life…! She cheated on me to make me a demon…?”

The fact that they gave information about the magic swordsman, Cleon, was just that they heard that there were people who did not appreciate their activities.

“The people of Astarote were all kind people… So…”

Until now, she had been deceived and despaired many times, so she could not doubt the object that gave her the greatest hope.

“…The drug is real. Didn’t it give you a strange feeling when you gave it to others?”

“Ugh…!”

After she heard Cleon’s words, the reaction of those who had accepted them until now.

Uplifting mood, vitality, and reusability close to addiction.

All of them reminded me that it was an effect worthy of a ‘drug’.

“Carmilla… If it’s true that you helped them without malice, then you have to stop right now. Their purpose is not to save people, but to bring a great danger to this capital. The drug is being used for that purpose. There.”

“…Huge, dangerous?”

“Yes. They are-“

Just like that, when Cleon tried to tell her the truth about Astarothe and Ishtal.

“Aagh!!”

Carmilla let out a pained scream and threw her body her back.

Grabbing her right eye her, she wriggled her body her, howling as if feeling unbearable pain.

[What…? This energy… !]

As Galatea raised her voice, perhaps sensing something from her, Cleon looked at Carmilla and put on a nervous expression.

“Spoilers… That’s too much, Cleon.”

And, the voice that came out of Carmilla’s mouth hers.

“…Ishtal.”

Cleon immediately noticed that it belonged to Ishtar, not hers.

Carmilla turns her gaze to Cleon, as if the left and right sides of her face her move separately.

Her right eye her was looking at her Cleon her, and her left eye her was looking at her right eye her, which was motionless of its own accord.

“What the heck, what is this…”

Carmilla says so, but she is immediately taken away from control of her body by Ishtal’s words her.

“Sorry, ‘Fortune’. That’s how it happened. Actually, everyone told me about it after they became addicted, and it made you despair… And immediately tried to corrupt your soul… But, well, it can’t be helped. Now that I know everything.”

“Sir, could it be Ishtal…? Is what he said true?! Could it be that he really used me to give them drugs…”

“Yes, that’s not just a drug. A drug with the power to turn humans into demons. You are one of those successful products.”

Carmilla questions Ishtal, with tears in her movable side eyes her.

No, her real name her is definitely ‘Fortune’.

And Ishtar, who did not deny any of Fortune’s questions and cruelly threw out the truth as it was.

Laughed at her with the cruelest grin her defiled soul her could emit.

“Why…! If you wanted to make me despair, even if you didn’t show me any hope…!”

“Yeah, I wanted to experiment in many ways. Originally, despair is bigger than what comes after seeing hope… Just like your life has been like so far.”

When Ishtal spoke that far, her right arm her moved.

The direction stretched towards Cleon, and immediately a group of black shadows, like plant stems, came out of her shadow and attacked Cleon’s body her.

“Kuh…”

Cleon immediately chanted fire magic to counter it, and at the same time swung his sword to remove the remaining stems.

“This child’s magic is basically plant magic, but she is unique in that she can hide plants even in her shadow of her.”

“That, stop! My magic isn’t meant to attack people!”

She cried out like that, but soon her right eye her shone gold.

Then, her crying face slowly changed to expressionless, and she closed her eyes within seconds.

The left side of the body drooped her.

And. When she opens her left eye, it shows the same golden light as her right her.

Her body her moves as if it were free.

“Ishtal…!!!”

Cleon glared at the demon in front of her with an exasperated expression and voice.

“To look at me so passionately. What an honor? There are so many women who want your affection.”

Ishtal took over her Fortune’s body and looked at Cleon with a fishy smile.

“You’ve hindered us so far, but today’s going to be a little tough. To stop me, you’ll have to slice Fortune to death.”

When Ishtal said that, Galatea and Cleon fell silent at the same time.

“Whoops…”

A smile of confidence in victory flowed out.

Well, it doesn’t matter if you really have no choice but to cut Fortune to death.

That alone would be a huge wound to Cleon.

Shall we enjoy this pleasant situation?

The moment I thought

A hole was made in the small area that Cleon had expanded, and something appeared.

It was a golden sword.

[Haam… Cleon. If you fight demons, you should call me.]

“Caliburn…”

What Cleon did not even call for, he opened the dimension and appeared, the golden holy sword he had.

Since the light she emitted was derived from her her divine magical power her, Ishtal, who controlled Carmilla’s body her at the same time as her her small realm her, drooled, saying `Ugh…’.

“…”

Seeing Ishtal’s reaction, Cleon captured Caliburn.

“Somehow, there seems to be a way to get you out of her without directly cutting her body out of her.”

“…How about it. If I’m not careful, I might jump in to cut myself.”

To Cleon’s words, Ishtal replied with a strong smile.

“Tindangle Rose!”

The next moment, as Ishtal’s voice shouted, the thorns of the black plant rushed towards Cleon.

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‘Cleon… Where did he go?’

At that time, Lubera was wandering around the club looking for Cleon.

Amelia, who didn’t come back, thought it would take her time to pick out her clothes her.

Because if Cleon was in battle, he had to find that side.

At some point, they entered the inside of a building with no people around.

Meanwhile-

“Sorry, Ruba.”

Said, she had a voice calling her.

Looking back, Cleon was standing there in the same outfit as before.

“…Where have you been? The devil?”

“Sorry. I sorted it out by myself. It wasn’t a big deal.”

Cleon replied, scratching her head apologetically, and Ruba shut her mouth for a moment before she couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

“Amelia has been away for a while. To change her clothes to her.”

“Clothes? Why, what happened?”

“There was a little accident. Let’s wait.”

When Rubera said that, Cleon nodded her head and moved closer to Rubera.

“… What is it?”

“No, just…”

Due to his close distance of her, Rubera soon spoke as if she sensed something in her.

“Come to think of it… What about the amulet I gave you?”

“… Talisman. Ah, that. I mean. I lost it. Fighting.”

Cleon talks like he’s really sorry.

Then Ruba shut her mouth for a moment, then she replied as if she couldn’t help it.

“…I see, it was a necklace I liked quite a bit.”

“I’ll make up for it…”

“Is that so.”

The next moment, Rubera’s sword was drawn and she slashed his throat.

“Sounds like a necklace.”

“Oops… I was fooled by a simple trick.”

Cleon, who had been decapitated, let out a fishy laugh and dispersed in a smoke-like illusion.

To be precise, he didn’t cut out the substantial part.

What appeared in front of her was a little succubus.

No, is it an incubus? Gender didn’t look right.

Although her breasts her were small, her height her was short, and her exposure her was similar to other Yinma.

It was an appearance that could be seen as a boy or a girl.

“Anyway, if it’s a demon, you can cut it.”

“You’re a scary sister. Don’t do that, let’s play with me, sister.”

“…Which one are you? You.”

When Ruba asked such a question, the demon, both a girl and a boy, answered.

“I’m either way. Hey, I’ll change the gender to suit the subject I like.”

“Aha… Perversion among perversions.”

The demon laughed at Rubera’s selling her.

“Is this the best compliment?”

“It’s the worst.”

Like that, he drew his sword and charged the devil.