Chapter 814 – 6th Wish (Part 1)

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Time is turned back, and Cleon becomes a routine, handing over the sword to Amelia and Sasha, going to the tree with Noctis, meeting Aisha, and calling Caliburn.

You could say that the reason I was able to shorten the time to this point to about 3 minutes is because I’m now used to this level of work.

Caliburn held Cleon’s hand and read his memories, nodding her head as she recalled what had happened in the last episode.

“Indeed. It’s annoying… No, I’m in trouble~”

＂You were going to say it was annoying just now…?＂

Caliburn only smiled and shook his head at Cleon’s words, but he was adamant in denying what the others had clearly heard.

“Anyway… I think I got the right clue.”

Cleon says so and takes out the dominant cylinder from his bag.

Inside the cylindrical bottle, which was still full of magical power, a group of colorful lights were floating, emitting a soft glow.

“I believe I wasn’t the only one who heard it.”

Noctis spoke while clenching his fists at Cleon’s words.

“Well, I heard it too. A gloomy female voice! Making a wish to meet someone!”

“It seemed like he wanted to meet someone with ‘chal’ in his name…”

When Aisha spoke as if she heard the same voice as Cleon and Noctis, Cleon fell silent for a moment.

More than half of the magical power contained in this cylinder was absorbed from the tree-shaped ghosts that occurred over the past day.

And those tree ghosts mainly targeted black-haired men like Cleon, and when Cleon saw them, his arms stopped moving properly.

I was vaguely aware of it, but perhaps the tree ghost was related to Nayuta, a shaman who was in love with Rakshasa.

However, she had never heard of a shaman becoming a ghost.

In the case of Rakshasa, it is said that the reason was that she lost her life, leaving behind a lot of resentment in the world, and that the Oberti family forcibly created a mask containing that power through the masks that covered her and Nayuta’s bodies.

Why is Nayuta…?

＂Mr. Cleon?＂

“Huh? Ah… I’m sorry. “

When Noctis calls her, Cleon suddenly comes to her senses and asks her a question.

“Noctis. Have you ever read a novel about Nayuta and Rakshasa?”

“You mean Mr. Kanon’s novel? Of course, I’ve read it. Although it is a novel from quite a long time ago, it is characterized by being easy to read.”

As expected, it is a work by a best-selling author.

There is nothing more comfortable than having a common understanding when talking.

＂Actually…＂

Cleon interrupts the conversation and briefly talks about what happened to Raksha and Nayuta.

The novel is actually closer to real history, and the records of Raksha and Nayuta that come down as ‘history’ are distorted.

And, perhaps, all of this happening now is the result of the magical power of the ghosts imbued with Nayuta’s will converge inside the cylinder and using their magical power to make a wish.

“… While many shocking events were happening in succession, I heard shocking words again, and my level of confusion hit the maximum.”

Noctis covers both his eyes with his hands as if his eyes are spinning.

Aisha nodded as if she understood that feeling, but since it was her story about the Oberti family, it was a story that was relevant to her as well.

“But… Then whatever. There is no way to confirm whether that hypothesis is correct or not unless we somehow release the magic power inside that cylinder.”

“It’s just as you said. After all, wouldn’t it be better to show it to Lila at least once?”

Cleon agreed with Caliban’s point.

Clearly, there was a drunken Attis at home right now, making out with Layla.

“… Good. Then, let’s rescue Lila from her Attis and find a way to use her cylinder’s magic power to her.”

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＂Wow… More than I thought… ＂

As soon as Cleon opened the door to the mansion, he smelled the foul smell of alcohol wafting through the entrance and frowned.

Of course, it would have been the same for Aisha and Noctis who followed him.

“I wonder if there’s a drunkard living inside…”

＂Similar thing.＂

Cleon jokingly responded to Noctis’ words, left the front door open for ventilation without closing it, and headed towards the noisy living room.

Grumble! When the sound rings out and the door to the living room opens with great force-

＂…＂

＂Ahahaha! Drink well! One shot!”

＂Woohuhu. Uhuhuhu…”

There, a hellish landscape unfolded.

First of all, Lila is lying face down on the desk even though she is the owner of the house.

Arnia lying on the ground, trembling.

Kshat is taking a single shot of the large glass in her hand.

Atis is smiling and clapping his hands at Kshat.

And Fleur, wearing a mask, is constantly sipping alcohol from a glass through a straw, little by little.

＂Is it hell…?＂

“Oh! It’s Cleon!”

Fault! Ta-tat! Boom!

＂Ugh!＂

The reason Cleon screamed without realizing it was because of Artis, who got up from his seat and ran towards him as soon as he saw him.

Not caring about her age or weight, she clings to Cleon and rubs her cheeks. The smell of alcohol that makes his nose rot gives away, and Cleon naturally loses strength in her whole body and her face crumples.

Seeing her like that, Noctis and Aisha take a few steps back and talk quietly to Cleon.

“Hey, sorry, but we’ll be outside…”

“Woah, this seems like a very unfavorable place for us to fight…”

“Now, wait a minute! Please don’t leave me!”

It was rare for Cleon to speak as if pleading with others, but if such a living hell was in front of him, even Cleon would feel weak.

Noctis and Aisha were angry, but they said they couldn’t help and left.

＂Kshat! Give this guy a drink too!”

＂Wait a minute, whatever you want… Ubung!＂

Regardless of Cleon’s will, when the glass was dropped into his mouth, strong alcohol flowed down Cleon’s throat.

Although Cleon was not very good at drinking alcohol, she felt the alcohol rising in an instant, and when she coughed as soon as the glass was emptied, she could feel the heat rising in her body.

＂Cough, keut… What kind of alcohol are you drinking… ＂

＂Uh… What did you say?＂

＂Did you say Ifrit… Did you say Salamander?＂

When Cleon heard those words, he looked shocked, but as he tried to stumble towards the desk, his legs gave out, and he collapsed on the spot.

＂Shit, damn it…＂

＂Ah~ Cleon fell~ I hope he falls~ Ughhuhu~＂

And then Artis, who was drunk, got on top of Cleon and started clinging to Cleon in a completely evil drunken manner, such as stroking his hair, rubbing his cheeks, and trying to take off his clothes.

＂Wait a minute, Artis stop…! Kshat, Fleur! Help me!”

Cleon screams and asks two people for help.

“Ah… This is shameful, Artis. You alone, Cleon…”

＂Uhuhu… Huhuhuhu…”

No matter how you looked at the two people who were staggering towards us with their eyes wide open, they did not appear to be on Cleon’s side.

＂Wait a minute, Kshat! From now on, Fleur has been making nothing but a sinister laugh like a female executive of an evil organization! Fleur…! Please don’t pull your pants while laughing…!”

The smell of alcohol wafting from all directions and the sweat coming from his body temperature numbed Cleon’s nose.

His hands and feet were tied and held, and all he could see was Atis hanging on his head.

“La, Laila… Arnia…”

Cleon reaches out with a trembling hand towards the two stunned people, but feels Kshat pressing it.

The only word that came to mind was ‘It’s over.’

＂Aaaaa—!＂

A sound like the screams of an adult man echoes around the Dark Dragon Company’s mansion.

And after a while, a beautiful fireworks display lit up the night sky of Asteris.

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＂…＂

Immediately after time is turned back, Cleon closes his eyes with his returned spirit.

And Amelia and Sasha quietly walk away from Cleon.

“… The previous episode was… What should I say. Thank you for your hard work.”

“You really left me behind… Noctis, Aisha…”

While Noctis was wondering what to say to Cleon, he smiled sheepishly and said it, hoping that Cleon would erase the memories of his hellish experience.

He raised his head, feeling dizzy at the situation where a loop had occurred without any progress.

“… Anyway. Now I know that our mansion is the most dangerous place in Asteris.”

“Yeah, that’s right. But the only person in Asteris who can do anything with the contents of the cylinder is Cleon’s colleague, right?”

“Ah… That red head that was lying face down on the table. As far as I know, he is the best mage in the world.”

＂Well, to that extent…?＂

Although it was hard to tell whether Cleon’s expression was an exaggeration to brag about her colleagues or an objective fact, it seemed clear that her skills were great.

While talking about that, the two people went to the same tree as last time to join Aisha.

Even there, her eyes met Aisha, who was looking at her a little shyly.

“Ah, ahaha… I’m sorry…”

And Aisha, who also smiles sheepishly.

He clearly seemed to feel guilty about running away and leaving Cleon behind.

Looking at Aisha like that, Cleon thought about saying something, but she just sighed as she looked at Aisha like a little puppy that knows it did something wrong.

“An operation is needed. A plan to get Lila out of the hell of drunkards.”

If you bring Caliburn and Cleon says that, Caliburn will say it to Cleon.

“Cleon has a magic that makes her body invisible to others, so shouldn’t she just use it?”

＂The curtain of darkness…＂

Cleon closed her mouth for a moment as if she was thinking about Carly Byrne’s words, but she quickly shook her head.

“No. I’m fine though. It’s clear that the drunkards will react when they see Lila’s body disappear the moment they catch her.”

＂Eeh…＂

When Noctis speaks with a bit of disbelief at Cleon’s words, Cleon speaks with dead eyes.

“… As soon as the fireworks started, Tindalos suddenly appeared in the mansion. I saw the drunkards somehow drive Tindalos away…”

“In a drunken state!? How!? “

“I don’t know because it’s underneath… Somehow.”

As Cleon spoke, he placed his hand on his forehead and thought about something for a moment.

＂If neither monsters nor tricks work… Is it best to compete fairly here? ＂

＂… Are you saying that you are going to match their drunkenness?＂

Aisha talks to Cleon with an expression that suggests she is overexerting herself, but Cleon shakes her head.

“No. Alcohol is alcohol. For drunkards, it’s about bumping into someone who is strong at drinking.”

＂A person who is strong on alcohol…?＂

Noctis looks at Cleon with an expression of disbelief, wondering if it was really an operation.

However, Cleon seemed to be satisfied with the plan he had set up, and nodded his head a few times, and as if the plan had been established in his head, he led the two people and moved on to find someone who could help them.

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Cleon returns to his mansion once again.

He goes inside the mansion with ‘her’ next to him to help him, and tells Noctis and Aisha to stay in the entrance.

For them, it may be a bit of a shocking sight.

… Actually, it doesn’t help much from the inside.

“I believe in you, teacher.”

“Stop using that name… If you are that guy’s husband, you should overcome this level of hardship on your own.”

As Cleon spoke as he walked down the hallway with his strong support team by her side, she sighed and shook her head.

Because of the conditions presented when I persuaded her to bring her here, she seemed to have some expectations.

＂… Then let’s go.＂

＂Yes.＂

She nods her head at Cleon’s words, strengthens her resolve, and when Cleon opens the front door once again-

The hell-like scene deeply engraved in my mind unfolded once again.

When Cleon swallows his saliva without realizing it at such a gruesome sight-

“Oh! It’s Cleon!”

And just like before, Attis was rushing towards Cleon, but Cleon was not embarrassed and pushed her away with her hand.

“For a moment! Because I won’t drink it…!”

“What!? Don’t say such sad things! Even Lila is enjoying it like this!”

＂How can you be having fun… I’m already passed out… ＂

Cleon sighs and lowers her gaze a little to her side as she speaks.

“Don’t worry. Because she will match your drinks.”

“The situation is more serious than I thought… Well, it would be nice if I could drink.”

＂Huh…?＂

Artis narrowed her eyes and spoke as she looked at the woman who seemed to have stopped growing at Cleon’s waist.

“It’s been a while, Artis. “You’re still making a mess wherever you go.”

＂Bourbon~! You came to Asteris because it was the festival period~!”

Looking at the two people greeting her warmly as if they were her long-lost friends, Cleon was glad that her attention was not on him, and he let out a sigh of relief.

The reinforcements Cleon brought to overcome this situation were-

He was a Bourbon, a mixed race of dwarf and human, and friend of Herti.