Chapter 327 – Winning Streak

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The heat of love affairs is carried away by the wind, in the cold air.

To Beatrix, an undead who never sweated, a towel was just an unnecessary thing.

As much as today, we wipe off sweat and various liquids from each other’s bodies, giving thanks for what we kept in the house instead of throwing away.

As expected, at Cleon’s hand wiping her back with a familiar hand, Beatrix felt a bit complicated.

He put on the clothes he had taken off again and sighed.

After a bit of silence passed, Beatrix quietly opened her mouth.

“… Hey, senpai. You know… The things I said earlier…”

Beatrix recalled one by one the list of embarrassing words she had spoken.

No matter how much he thought about it, he could n’t help but say that it was n’t his will.

He said that obscene words he did n’t even know came out of his mouth because of the thoughts around him.

Cleon also talks to her, reflecting on the fact that he was stimulated by her thoughts of her and showed a little violence.

“Never mind. I know the cause.”

“It would be nice if that was the case… You know? The reason we got together was for the exchange of magical powers. There’s no such thing as… ‘Unwholesome feelings’ between us.”

“It’s an unhealthy feeling…”

Cleon smiled at Beatrix’s expression of hers and repeated it in his mouth of hers. Hearing Cleon’s voice her, Beatrix narrowed her eyes and looked at Cleon.

“Something…?”

“No, it’s nothing. The important thing isn’t like that, it’s magic control using a sword. Now, let’s try again soon.”

For some reason, Beatrix seemed a little angry at Cleon’s so plain reaction to her.

Unable to easily accept even her own feelings of her, he involuntarily poured his lower lip and nodded.

“What’s wrong. Don’t be idly by. Put your hand on the demonic sword.”

“…Yes.”

At Cleon’s urging her, Beatrix shook her head and took a deep breath with a serious face like her before she acted.

Then, she placed her hand on the handle of the sword, found Cleon’s magical power mixed within her, and poured the magical power into the demonic sword through her hand.

At first, only Cleon’s mana.

Something like black magical mist flowed from her hands.

At first glance, it looked like a lump of unclean black magic, but that magic was the purest and most refined Cleon’s essential magic of hers.

The magic that symbolizes ‘darkness’ but does not contain ‘denial’, which is said to be possessed only by the strong of the dark horse clan, responds more easily to people’s emotions than other magical powers.

And- it is easy to bring out the power hidden inside by applying special power to anything that touches it.

[—Magic Synchronization]

Starting with Beatrix’s monologue, a soft light flowed from the demonic sword.

The expression ‘shines black’ would seem contradictory.

Because black exists only when light is completely absorbed.

However, it is therefore more mysterious.

Beatrix understood that this black magic sword was an object against the providence of the world.

“Concentrate. Instead of being conscious of Galatea’s ‘outside her’ her, we should reach out to the ‘inner’ side of her. Slowly… While changing the ratio of magic power.”

Cleon resolutely focused on her, perhaps recognizing Beatrix’s distraction from her from the look in her eyes.

The reason why she did n’t overlap her hands like before was because it was impossible to derive Galatea’s power her purely with Beatrix’s power her alone with Cleon’s help her.

And, as Cleon had said, Beatrix gradually reduced the concentration of Cleon’s magical power her used in her demonic sword her and pushed her own magical power through it.

Careful control was required, but in order for the demonic sword to naturally accept its magic, it was like mixing hot water with cold water little by little.

The demonic sword, which would normally have shown no reaction, was still shining softly in his hand.

10%, 20%… Gradually, gradually.

As the percentage of Cleon’s magical power decreased, the color of the sword changed.

From black to gray. Like white paint.

“Okay, just stay focused.”

At Cleon’s encouragement her, Beatrix nodded her head.

Gradually, it felt as if my hand could touch something inside of the demonic sword- Galatea.

Now, the light emitted by the demonic sword had completely changed to white.

[Please… Lend me your strength…!]

A sword with the power to protect this precious world…

It was like a holy sword, though.

If the thing wielded by a hero who has received divine protection is called a ‘sacred sword’.

Given the protection of the Goddess of Death, if it were the sword she gave.

This sword, too, might be called a holy sword.

In that case, it would be the holy sword of death, but it doesn’t matter.

In this world, death is the most sacred providence and rule.

And if one day, the day comes when she can wield this sword of hers for her sake.

I-

[Calling your name, I am opening my true power here-]

Finally, the chanting that comes to mind naturally, completely unlocks the power of the magic sword.

“Hey! I’m here to save you!”

Pachiing!

The one who opened the door and stormed in was a short woman wearing a hood and a skull mask.

And, after that, peek out. And the maid Jang who stuck her head out-

It was Dullahan, who was clad in her armor and holding a helmet with a head on her side.

“I’m sorry! I’m late to match the armor of Mr. Dyurahan…!”

“Haha. I’m sorry.”

When a maid and a voice presumed to be Dullahan heard together, Cleon looked in that direction and then-

He groaned and turned his gaze to Galatea once again.

Even Layla, after confirming that the atmosphere was in a different direction from what she was thinking, looked up at the table they were sitting around with a subtle expression.

“…What were you doing? Grabbing the demonic sword. I don’t think you were fighting…”

And- Beatrix’s expression as if her soul had escaped.

The demonic sword, which had been gradually strengthening its light until just now, was just a simple piece of metal lying there without any light, just like the first time.

The sudden loud sound broke my concentration, and I could see the reverberation of magical powers scattered in the air.

“Ah… Ah… Aaaaa!”

When Beatrix raises her voice as if she has lost her mind, Cleon quickly stands up and shouts while placing her hand on Bea’s shoulder her.

“Calm down Beatrix!”

The bubbling magic of rage gathered around the ground she stood on, drawing a circle around her.

Phew! Bea’s cry resounds as it soars high into the sky.

“Ritchieeeee!!!”

“Wow, Death Knight is broken!”

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In the end, after that, Cleon explains everything to Lich, and the true Beatrix tries to synchronize his magic her once again.

In addition to having already used up Cleon’s magical power once, his anger towards Richie remained and he could n’t calm down easily, so he repeatedly failed to agree.

In the end, even after using most of her remaining magic power of her, her class of her ended in failure because she could n’t properly synchronize.

“Uh… Bubba-…”

In the end, with those words, poor judgment due to a serious lack of magical power, and exhaustion of physical strength.

Finally, Beatrix’s mentally torn infantile regression.

Looking at Beatrix making strange noises with her head resting on Cleon’s hard knees and thighs sitting on the sofa, Lich-Lyla, of course, only put on a puzzled expression.

“…It’s a miserable figure, Death Knight. The end of the figure that pursued power is like that.”

At the same time, she spits out a plausible line, but Layla herself doesn’t really know what happened.

It’s just that if she did anything wrong, it was that she suddenly appeared of herself.

Even though it was a good intention to save Cleon, I just didn’t like the other person’s reaction like that.

Ahaha in the back! The sound of Dyurahan laughing continued to be heard.

“There! Be quiet!”

“Ah. I’m sorry… But, it’s a little funny that the Death Knight Sir, who played the biggest role in burying my body, is looking like that…”

Cleon sharpened her gaze toward her at Dyurahan’s words her.

Then, after receiving Cleon’s gaze, Dullahan smiled at the expression inside her severed head-helmet her.

“Hmm… Whoops, those eyes. It’s the expression that he doesn’t like me.”

“Yeah. Her just remark her was no different than her laughing at her.”

At Cleon’s words, Dyurahan’s shoulders his shrugged and moved.

“I’m sorry if I offended her. I never thought you’d side with her that much. ─ So her name her is-“

“…Cleon. It’s Magic Swordsman Cleon.”

“Yes, Cleon-kun.”

She pretended to stroke her chin with her right hand, while holding her hair her with her left hand.

Pretending-because in her empty, empty part of her neck her, she was stroking her chin with her hand.

The strange behavior of the undead only made Cleon more confused about how to treat her.

“Mr. Durrahan. Cleon is not an enemy to anyone, but she is basically nice.”

“That’s why it’s strange. The Death Knight is the most faithful servant of the Goddess. Originally, even if she were my kindred by now, she wouldn’t be strange…”

Eyes gleamed from her helmet her, looking at Cleon.

“How did Cleon-kun capture Lord Death Knight’s heart his?”

“… She just said that as a senior magic swordsman, she would teach me how to use a magic sword.”

Upon hearing Cleon’s words, the Death Knight’s gaze turned to the magic sword placed on her desk on her.

“…Aha, how to use this executioner’s sword. Then, the rumor that Lord Death Knight can’t use the demonic sword properly is true?”
“…”

Hearing Dullahan’s words, Cleon frowned once more.

A strange tension flowed between the two.

The maid, too, breaks into a cold sweat at the battle of nerves that Dullahan, who does not care about trivial matters, unfolds with Cleon.

“…Ahaha! Just kidding, kidding. I just think it’s amazing kingdom. The hearts of us undead are harder to melt than the ice caps of the frost giants. Cleon-kun has already captured the hearts of three undead. Interesting .It won’t stop.”

“Leave me out. It’s just a business relationship with this guy.”

Lyla, who heard Dyurahan’s story of her, took off her mask and threw it on his desk her.

Then, looking at Beatrix, who was still looking away while receiving the lap pillow from Cleon, she put on a cold expression.

“…Haha. Anyway. Leave him alone. I prepared hard for no reason.”

Layla was dull and relaxed, but she touched the scrolls she had packed around her waist as if she had intended to try this and that magic on the Death Knight at this opportunity.

Each one of them is a sealed scroll of magic that a normal wizard can only use once through hundreds of syllables of incantation.

Even compared to Layla in Cleon’s world, her magic skills transcended the limits of the human body, and she felt that the level was considerable.

“Well, that’s fine. I don’t care if the Death Knight becomes a mite or a swordsman wielding her executioner sword, as long as I get paid.”

Saying that, Layla went and sat down next to Cleon in a different direction from Beatrix’s.

When Cleon looks at Layla, who has suddenly closed her distance, with her bewildered eyes, she looks at him with a look that seems to be thinking what she is thinking.

“…Don’t think strangely. Did you forget? Wasn’t it a promise to receive the magical knowledge in your memories?”

“Ah, ah… It was.”

Cleon looked at her with a bitter smile at her story her.

Dimly, over her figure her, a girl with the same face superimposes as she smiles and boasts of her magical achievements her as she sits next to herself.

“…Strange face.”

Seeing Cleon’s expression her, Lyla felt something in her and reached out her hand her to close Cleon’s eyes her.

“Once this deal is over, I’ll completely cut my hands off you guys.”

“…”

Cleon did not respond to her words, and placed a small hand on her own eyelid her.

He could only read the slight tension in his hand her.

Soon, Layla rose to her feet and brought her own forehead to Cleon’s.
“Keep your eyes closed.”

Even if her own hands were removed, Layla, who was resistant to making eye contact with her near her, said so-

As her magical energy begins to spin her, Cleon begins to read her memories of her, and Lyla quickly begins to read them.

“──…”

Even though her eyes are closed, Cleon’s memory of her passes quickly in front of her eyes, as if seeing an illusion.

And at some point, when a girl with a face like hers appears in that memory-

Cleon felt the bewilderment, anger, despair, and—

The story with that girl continues from there.

To break, to save, to forgive, to love-

To each other, to become irreplaceable and precious human beings-

As a valuable wedge that is not bound by the shell of the body.

And the magic of incarnation –

Together, inescapable.

Scenes of hot love that are more intense than the flames of the burning soul.

“Uh, ah-“

Lila was startled by the sudden sight of her own disheveled figure, tearing her forehead apart from her.

“What, is it over already?”

Cleon rubbed his forehead as he looked at Lyla, who had suddenly fallen off her forehead.

When Layla sees Cleon like that, she opens her mouth and shouts while dyeing her face as red as her hair her.

“Rice, pervert!!!”

“Isn’t it suddenly rude…”

Then she scurried away from Cleon and, without looking back, headed for her western cemetery, where she had her own workshop her.

If both the maid and Dullahan looked at her from the back, they would make a puzzled expression.

Cleon muttered quietly and only raised the corners of her mouth.

“That’s why I said it’s good to be prepared and watch.”

Even against Lyla in another world, it was to earn one victory.