Chapter 322 – Betrayal?

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The demonic sword hanging on the wall just stayed there, not a single rust or dust, even after hundreds of years had passed.

An unexpected reunion with the sword he had left behind in the original world, but Cleon’s expression was not always bright.

It was because the personality of ‘Galatea’ could not be felt at all inside that sword.

[Is this the executioner’s sword? At first glance, it’s just… An ordinary sword. The magic I feel is not great at all.]

Cleon was speechless after hearing Lyla’s words as he borrowed Cleon’s vision from her to check the sword.

As she said, it would be embarrassing to call this sword in front of her right now a demonic sword.

Of course, it was true that the sword was in excellent condition. No matter where you put it, it can be said to be at the level of a ‘famous sword’.

However, the power of the demonic sword was originally possessed by a special power possessed by the controllable personality of the demonic sword and magical power that resided within it.

Rubera’s demonic sword, Barisada, has the power of ‘distortion’.

Beatrix’s demonic sword, Ariadne, has the power of the Labyrinth.

And- Cleon’s demonic sword, Galatea, originally possesses the power of ‘domination’.

As Cleon silently gazed at the sword, Layla’s voice rang once again.

[Can you hold that sword?]

[…It’s hard with this body.]

At first it was Cleon who answered like that, but he also wanted to catch Galatea if possible.

Of course, while going through a number of incidents like this, he missed Galatea.

It had been several hours since he had flown into the gap in the other dimension, and he had lost his alter ego of Arondite, and he had no proper weapon left.

However, it is impossible to hold the sword with a cat’s hand.

Unless it’s Puss in Boots from a fairy tale.

Unfortunately, Cleon was a cat that could both listen and speak, but his body was just an ordinary black cat.

Cleon replied, fidgeting her own hand with her meat ball, and Leila let out a sigh of relief.

[Yeah… Well, if that’s the case, that’s fine. I’m not asking for that much either. When the medicine is complete, the soul will be forcibly drawn from the body. Until then, hang out with the Death Knight guy.]

[Such irresponsible words… What did you want to do in the first place?]

Leila was silent for a moment at Cleon’s question.

However, she sighed and answered Cleon.

[Nothing…Nothing special. Her Death Goddess treasured the sword she gave to her Death Knight more than her own sword. It’s as if the sword hides some great secret. Maybe, that’s why she doesn’t want to change that far, and she’s trying to leave this world at a standstill. Will she be in that sword… She just thought of that.]

[…If you hear that, then you, like the goddesses and Bethesnite, want a change in this world, don’t you?]

In her demeanor her, which had been vaguely felt since we first met her, her desire her for knowledge of her own magic her was far stronger than her loyalty her to her goddess or her resistance to change.

Perhaps, her refusal to hear her memories of her from her maid was because she really had no interest in them.

It wasn’t strange at all if the Layla Flame Watch was a little out of whack—no, considering that it was her natural temperament of her.

[A revolution, or a transformation. I don’t want a change to the extent of embellishing it with such words. It’s just… Magic is ‘change’. It moves mana and changes what was fixed to create a mysterious phenomenon. Starting a fire in a place where there is nothing, and flying in the sky by a human who could not originally fly. It’s the most straightforward way to describe the nature of ‘change’ that magic has. I don’t think new magic will be created where there is no change.]

‘I didn’t mean to say this to you, but…’ Laila added, sparing what followed.

Cleon could understand her thoughts of her.

That much, because she thought she knew a lot about her.

Even if you become undead and have your memories and ego suppressed, Layla will still be Layla.

Then what about Beatrix?

If this twist in her personality is not the cause of her ego or her memories of her, then what is it?

The last thing she could confirm in her memories of seeing the maid was the scene where she, Illenu, and Cleon started to travel anew.

Perhaps, if I asked the maid about Beatrix, she would answer me.

As I was staring at the sword without feeling any strength while thinking about that, the cabin door opened with a rattling sound.

Then Beatrix, with a displeased expression, brushed off the mound of dirt from her body and returned to the mansion.

‘You came back sooner than I thought.’

It had only been a few minutes since the explosion had occurred.

As Cleon thought, she said ‘Nya-‘ and she cried involuntarily.

“Ah, ah. Sorry, I brought you here, but leave me alone… What!?”

Beatrix looked at Cleon and made a surprised expression when she saw the black cloth under his feet her and the demonic sword hanging on the wall.

‘Ah. Is this dangerous?’

If, by any chance, Beatrix could not forgive her for what the cat did, because of her overflowing loyalty to her and the principled side she had shown earlier.

… Cleon, now trapped in the cat’s body, will not be able to escape easily.

Cleon felt the hairs on his body as her stand up as Beatrix approached with a startled face, his hands shaking.

He thought he had to step back and run, but the next moment, Beatrix’s hand her thumped! As he came closer, he grabbed Cleon’s body from her.

‘Bird, faster than I thought…! No, is this body slow!?’

Closing her distance her in a split second and being caught by her approaching her, Cleon stomped on her.

If you stay there though, being careful not to set her claws, her eyes meet hers.

“Gwa, are you okay!? Getting close to the knife! I should have put it away!”

The words she shouted in a loud voice were the exact opposite of what Cleon had thought of as shouting or shouting.

Just worried about the cat, who must have been close to the blade.

It was a normal reaction for a pet owner, but Cleon’s face her, who did not expect a normal reaction, was dumbfounded.

Regardless of whether a cat can make such a variety of facial expressions.

“Ah, that’s good. It doesn’t look like you’re hurt… Put the knife in a safer place… Ok, let’s put it out of your reach.”

And after confirming that there were no wounds on Cleon’s body her, she put Cleon on her sofa while letting out a sigh of relief.

He picked up the black cloth that Cleon had just sat on and wrapped it around Galatea.

‘More than I thought… I’m just handling a knife…’

Of course, the sword was his own sword (another world version), so Cleon’s mind was confused.

Contrary to her loyalty her to her goddess her, which she had shown until now, there was a sense of incongruity in treating her her sword her, which was bestowed by her her, as if it were just her her ornament her.

Either way, Beatrix carefully put the cloth-wrapped knife in the closet, sat down on the sofa, and took off his coat her.

Underneath the coat, as expected, was an old shirt, stretched stiff because of the large breasts Cleon had known, like the Beatrix.

“Now. Come here.”

Then, he patted the top of his thigh and spoke to Cleon.

In response to her suggestion of her, Cleon thought that making her feel better first would be a way to spend the rest of the time comfortably, as she said.

Gradually, as if being guided by the cat’s body, the cat’s movements became more natural, although it was a bit complicated…

In any case, if I endure for another two hours and a little more, I can return to my original body.

Climb up on her thighs and look up-

Two large peaks blocked the view from above, so Beatrix’s face could not be seen at all.

‘Well… I expected it.’

It must be the same for Beatrix that her vision her is blocked, and even if she lowers her head, she cannot see Cleon on her thigh her because of her breasts her.

“Eww…”

Contemplating what to do, she carefully stroked Cleon’s back as if she only felt his body her with her hands her.

“…Ha…”

And, as she felt the texture of the soft fur, she let out a slightly relaxed voice.

“…For animal undead like you to come back to life… It’s really rare. Besides, the goddess told me that it’s right for witches to manage animal undead…”

Well, as she said, unless you’re a horse-level undead, it’s better to manage it with a lich rather than a death knight.

Of course, it wasn’t in a good way, but because animals could easily be used as magic sacrifices.

“…The undead I manage are mostly warriors… They’re a race like Dyurahan or Skeleton. They don’t have an ego, so everyone is blunt… I don’t see the Dyurahan I’ve been talking to lately.”

Cleon seemed to know the whereabouts of that Dyurahan, but since she couldn’t speak human words here, she only cried quietly.

“… So, I would be really happy if a child like you could stay with us. … Richie is violent at work, and he often does things that go against the goddess’ guidelines. I should be thankful for this time .”

Beatrix showed a kind side, the exact opposite of the cold side she showed in front of Richie.

After all, even if he became an undead, would n’t his personality be twisted that much?

I could see that it wasn’t because her personality had changed that she was hostile to Layla.

Beatrix was just, her precious thing-

To protect this world of death and lost thoughts, the undead of the cemetery, and all the precious things that make up her surroundings of the goddess.

It is to be wary of the lich, Lila, who could be the source of the danger.

In fact, Layla, unlike the goddesses who do not want change, was also in the position that change was necessary for the study of magic.

“I’m not trying to show favoritism… But if you ever need to do a ‘burial’, I’ll delay your order as much as possible.”

Beatrix and Cleon, who were stroking his hair while talking like that, felt that her touch was slowly making her eyes feel sleepy.

‘Do undead sleep too?’

It was a natural question, but it felt like her body was getting heavier little by little, as if she were intoxicated by the scent of magical power that emanated from her body her.

Eventually, Cleon nodded her head as he stretched her body over her legs.

As she felt her consciousness sink into the darkness, she took a little break.

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[…Uh…]

In Cleon’s ears, she heard something.

A voice I’ve ever heard before.

Ah, is it morning already?

As she regained consciousness waking up in her darkness, Cleon murmured.

“… Galatea…”

There was a flashback to her coming to her own bedroom one day and seeing her climb on top of her body her and shake her shoulder her.

When she slowly opens her eyes, she realizes that she is not in the bed of her dorm, and that this is not the world she originally lived in.

And, along with the fact that she fell asleep on Beatrix’s leg her.

“…”

As Cleon raised her body her to stretch her body her, she called Layla in her mind at the fact that her name her had been called.

[…Did you tell me to wake up?]

[What? No. I’ve been quiet But it’s fine. The medicine has already been completed and the body is fully healed, so prepare to get out of that body.]

At Layla’s words, Cleon couldn’t help but be a little taken aback.

[Even if I tell you to prepare… What–]

But the next moment, he feels his body his lifted.

Beatrix pulled herself up, and he was looking at her in disbelief.

“…Nya, nya-?”

At her sudden action her, Cleon pretended to be a cat with all his might while feeling a little uneasy.

However, Beatrix was talking.

“Just… You, a person’s words…”

──.

Cleon was taken aback.

What people say? I? Maybe while you were asleep? No, if I did, I would have woken him up at that time.

What I remember is right before I wake up. Did she call someone by name?

“No way, you… Rich sent me-“

[Lyla! Get me out of the body right now!]

[Did you get caught? Chit, okay. Hang in there.]

Boom, and Cleon’s body her glowed with a suspicious light.

The color of turquoise was the color of necromancy.

“Now, wait…!”

Beatrix was surprised to see the body of the cat Cleon, which began to glow like that, but she soon sharpened her eyes and reached out to her in the air.

“Whoever you want…!”

After that, he grabbed something like a thread of magical power connected in the air with his chin.

[Under!?]

Lila’s panicked voice rang out, and the next moment, she saw Bea’s hand her grabbing the link and pulling it.

Beyond that, something heavy was coming, even to Cleon.

“You tricked me…!”

Beatrix spoke in a voice that seemed to resent Cleon, the cat, while weeping.

The idea that I could really have a cat was betrayed.

Next moment, bang! With a shout.

Something linked to Cleon’s cat body appeared through the walls of Beatrix’s shabby cabin.

“──Haa!?”

It was Cleon who let out a scream of astonishment.

The one that appeared with the whites floating and the eyes open, dangling like a doll with a thread cut.

It was because it was his original body of hers that had been laid in Layla’s studio.

The connection with Lila had already been severed by Bea.

Beatrix was also taken away by the appearance of something unexpected.

He lost sight of the body of the cat he was holding in his hand her.

Then, the link of magical power shrank like a rubber band.

It was to bring the two bodies together and return the position of the soul to its original position.

Fuck! And when you hear the cat and Cleon’s foreheads colliding.

Cleon’s vision quickly turned to darkness.

Soon, it shakes greatly and spins dizzy.

“Oooooh…!”

And, crashes and landings, due to one or another factor, as the body leans forward.

If you avoid a cat falling to the ground-

He collapsed on the side of Beatrix, who was frozen in front of him.

“…”

And, as it were, it took the form of knocking Beatrix down on the sofa, and with Cleon’s one hand on her chest, it was as if he was attacking her from above.

“… Ah- there…”

The moment after Cleon said that in a shy voice.

“───Sigh…!”

Beatrix let out her scream as she looked at Cleon’s face her in amazement and who had attacked her from above.

Damn! A cheerful voice echoed through her cabin.