Chapter 147
Chapter 147: Our Radon Has Became Nice (1)
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I gained a lot of experience from taking down Aisha.
It seems the part where I fooled her with an illusion had a significant impact.
Struck head-on by the Light’s True Blow, Aisha ended up grilled like a charred crow.
Naturally, being attacked by two Saints together using high-level sacred magic, it was only expected that she wouldn’t be unharmed.
‘She doesn’t seem like she’s planning to get up.’
The operation didn’t take long to establish.
In fact, we hardly had time to explain the plan.
However, the moment I said I had a method, they responded eagerly.
I first handed Leviathan to Angela and advised her, “Once he’s connected to that thing with the fishing line, pull it.”
There were concerns about what would happen if we were overpowered, but Muto ended the discussion by mentioning ‘Rain of Ten Thousand Shadows’ and [Trap Card].
Then, we anticipated who he would attack first.
I felt a bit sorry, but Nebia had to be at the forefront with me.
Of course, she questioned whether it was really safe, but I smiled and said,
“Just trust me.”
With some tension, Nebia complied without further protest.
Though I hadn’t spoken in a strict tone, she seemed to shrink back a bit.
It felt like she truly trusted me, but… how should I put it?
That looked a lot like a shy person.
Despite the hastily arranged plan, with two Saints and the Rain of Ten Thousand Shadows, we succeeded in taking down Aisha.
Her power was greater than ours, and her durability was only enough for us to cause minor wounds.
‘But there was a counter.’
Just as fire is perfect for burning bugs, a cleric is perfect for a spirit.
In particular, a Saint is the strongest of those clerics.
It was like bringing two flamethrowers to catch a giant bug.
“You’ve got some skills, huh?”
“…You too.”
An awkward exchange passed between the two Saints.
Setting aside the operation and attributes, the most important thing was their unity of mind.
Contrary to my expectations, they worked together efficiently without bickering.
It was astonishing that they hadn’t tripped over each other even once.
“What are you staring at?”
“Uh?”
Angela stared intently at Nebia’s face for about a minute.
Seeing Angela looking at her face as if something was smeared on it made me feel a bit strange.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
Angela twitched her fox ears and quickly turned her head.
Her face was gradually turning red, reaching down to her jaw.
Upon seeing her flushed face, Nebia gasped loudly.
“What were you thinking while looking at me!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t change the subject. Let me be clear; I’m not interested in the same sex!”
What? Same sex?
It seems there was some misunderstanding due to Angela’s flushed face.
Thinking about what generally causes a face to turn red sends shivers down my spine.
Grasping the gist of it, Angela’s face changed color and defended herself.
“You’re the one spouting nonsense. Why would I be interested in you? Being all flustered over just a red face….”
“Hey! Get away! I’m not a fox, alright?”
“This is really…!”
As Angela stepped forward, Nebia recoiled and waved her hands defensively.
Nebia’s contemptuous expression resembled that of someone encountering a pervert on the subway.
That reaction made Angela furious, now approaching like a beast hunting real prey.
“Shall I show you what a fox really is…?”
“Y-You better not come closer!”
And so, a chase began, filled with screams and wicked laughter.
Angela was determined to make Nebia pay for her disdain.
That expression had escalated from a mere annoyance to that of someone facing a ghost, prompting Nebia to run for her life.
‘This looks fun.’
‘Do you want to join in?’
‘No, if I jump in recklessly, I’ll just get purified.’
Once upon a time, the two Saints couldn’t stand each other.
Comparing the past with the present paints a heartwarming picture.
“Finally caught you!”
“Please, Senior, spare me… Hwaack!”
Ultimately, Nebia was caught, tied up by the tails.
Declaring she would make her addicted to tail hair, Angela began wrapping Nebia’s entire body up like a mummy with the remaining nine tails.
I wasn’t sure if it was alright, but it seemed unnecessary to interfere.
‘Then should I deal with this one?’
Leaving the squabbling Saints, I approached Aisha to check on her.
She had been hit by the two Saints’ ultimate sacred magic and looked completely out cold. I wondered if she would die like this.
‘Still alive, huh?’
“What the…?”
No way, even a giant bug could survive two flamethrowers.
I was roughly aware of her danger, but I wanted to applaud her tenacity.
‘It might be better not to leave her alone. Or else it’s a given that the original owner would report what just happened.’
‘I know.’
She was a part of the Doomsday 7th League. It would be pretty bothersome if they found out about my existence.
Though I knew it would be better to cut her off right now…
‘Are you doing it?’
“Would a sparrow just pass by a mill? Of course, I will.”
I placed my hand on Aisha’s head. Then I resonated my spirit with hers and began to absorb her spirit.
Her body melted into me. The moment I fully absorbed her, pain coursed through me.
“…Cough!”
The sensation of bones and flesh expanding made it impossible to move my body.
I couldn’t even blink. Surely, it hadn’t felt like this when I absorbed Muto.
‘She’s not a regular spirit, so it must be tough.’
“Is it because she’s an artificial spirit…!”
A headache followed immediately. It felt like something was forcefully being shoved into my mind.
Like trying to forcibly insert a film that doesn’t fit into the projector.
What played in my mind were fragments of someone’s memories. Specifically, part of Aisha’s memories from her human days.
“Hmm… the memories are jumbled, so they don’t show me clearly.”
“When will this end!”
“Just a bit longer.”
The ongoing memories were still painful.
There was a scene of playing joyfully with a girl, but it wasn’t a memory that concerned me in any way.
But the pain soon subsided, and I could achieve what I wanted.
I was fortunate that it wasn’t as bad as when I devoured Enviel.
[You have absorbed ‘Wings of Rage Aisha.’]
[New Skill Activated!]
-Genetic Mimicry Lv1
A suddenly activated new skill. It seems some condition was fulfilled because I just absorbed Aisha.
I had no idea what it was just by the name alone, so I opened it to take a look.
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-Genetic Mimicry Lv1
Originally an infiltration skill of the artificial spirit Aisha. Temporarily allows you to mimic the target by consuming part of their biological tissue. There is a duration that varies with the skill level. (Current duration: 1 hour.)
However, if you completely devour that being, you can steal their DNA along with all biological structures beyond just mimicry.
In this case, the duration is unlimited.
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Thinking back, when I saw Aisha’s Chapter 5 form, she was like a spy without a doubt.
The reason she could excel in that direction was precisely because of this skill.
‘But the duration is just one hour. Is there really somewhere to use it?’
‘Should I try devouring it, at least?’
‘Are you crazy? I’m no cannibal.’
‘Why are you suddenly like this? You’ve done it before.’
‘What do you mean…’
That was when I detected someone rushing over here in a hurry.
The two Saints, who were fiercely arguing, turned their attention to the source as well.
“You damn bastard! Cut it out!”
“Ugh….”
Two figures approached.
Upon seeing Nebia and Angela, their expressions stiffened, and I too widened my eyes.
“Wait, why are you here…!”
“Slave? And…”
It was Slave and Markray, members of the Royal Guard.
Slave was struggling to walk with a large injury on his neck, and Markray was holding onto Slave’s ankle like a corpse.
Dragging the fallen Markray, Slave asked the Saints.
“Nebia Saint, what are you doing here? Why are you with Angela Saint? And…”
This time he directed his questioning at me.
From their perspective, I was on their side.
In this situation, it would be insufficient for us to band together, so I must look unpleasant just loafing around.
And despite being bitten on the neck, it was remarkable that Slave could still move.
What a persistent guy he is.
“Anyway, come this way. For now, let’s…”
“Get lost.”
As Slave tried to approach Nebia stealthily, Angela blocked him.
“What are you doing all of a sudden? This has nothing to do with Angela Saint.”
“You. Didn’t you hear Nebia’s speech from the podium? Nebia is no longer with your side.”
“….”
“But what do you want with Nebia?”
From the Royal Guard’s perspective, Nebia was practically a traitor.
It was likely that trying to hold onto her for any reason was not for good intentions.
And Angela’s judgment was accurate. In the main story, Slave was the one who tossed Nebia aside as well.
“You damned woman!!”
In the end, he revealed his true colors and conjured a blade of light, preparing to attack.
However, it was negated by Angela’s light-tipped tail.
“Did you really side with them? Aside from being a Saint, you’ve got nothing left!”
“….”
“But how are you still alive? Isn’t Instructor Jason refraining from deploying his parasite?”
“Parasite? Pffft!”
At the mention of that word, Nebia burst into laughter.
“…?”
Seeing her reaction, Slave appeared bewildered.
He must have been thinking something along the lines of “What makes her so relaxed?”.
And funny enough, she wasn’t the only one laughing.
“Kuhehehe!”
I couldn’t help but laugh knowing everything.
After all, the root cause was me, so my laughter doubled.
“Speaking of which, why are you here, Senior Radon?”
Oh, now he’s questioning me.
“Could you explain what you’ve been up to until now?”
Anxiousness welled up in Slave’s trembling eyes.
He probably had an instinctive grasp of the current flow but was using superhuman will to deny it.
Though it seemed like he was asking me, there was a sense that he wanted an answer from everyone present.
“Welcome, Slave.”
I replied nonchalantly.
-Bug Control Lv5
Then I summoned bugs to attack Nebia and Angela.
The sudden appearance of the bugs threw them into disarray, leaving them unable to respond.
“Wha-What’s happening… UGH!”
“What’s going on… Gah!”
The two Saints collapsed upon being bitten by the bugs.
As my experience leveled up, so did my bug-controlling skills.
Now I could easily handle bugs with paralysis poison.
Slave was deeply moved by the sight.
“Indeed… you were on our side, Senior! It had to be so; you wouldn’t be the heir of that person for no reason!”
It was a complete dismissal of the anxious element screaming in his instincts.
He wanted to cry tears of gratitude, but he held them back.
Because a question soon followed.
“But is your neck wound okay? And why is he like this?”
“Oh, this guy?
Markray, completely out of his mind.
He originally was someone who blended into the background, but looking this grotesque made him stand out too much.
“He suddenly lost it and started biting my neck. I managed to stop the bleeding, but moving around is proving difficult.”
“Then it’s impossible to battle.”
“So, we should take him out right now…!”
“Wait!”
Slave tried to stomp on Markray to kill him. It would have been possible with the power he gained from the mana technique, but I stopped him.
“I still need to investigate him. Don’t kill him yet.”
“Is that so?”
It’s not a lie. He wouldn’t be acting up for no reason.
I plan to revive him soon and ask a few questions.
“Then let’s deal with the betraying Saint…”
“Hold on! There’s something we need to do first.”
“What?”
At Slave’s question, I replied.
“Slave, do you know what weapons I use?”
“Well, being in the Combat Department, you must use a sword. But why is that coming up now?”
“Well then, how many times have you broken your teeth since coming to this Academy?”
“Exactly… about two times.”
Once for messing with me and once for some mysterious woman.
“What does that have to do with weapons?”
Setting weapons aside, was this really so important?
Just as that thought began to form in my mind.
“Then, have you ever lost your teeth by getting hit with a fishing rod? By a woman, that is.”
“Y-Yes…?”
I had never told anyone about the time I got hit with a fishing rod by a woman because it was embarrassing.
But how did the senior know about that?
“That girl was me.”
Crack!-
Before I even had time to question it, a bizarre sound echoed.
It was the sound of something breaking, and simultaneously, my right leg was fractured.
From the sudden appearance of a blue fishing rod.
“Ugh… Aaaah!”
“….”
In my hand was Leviathan.
Slave screamed and collapsed while looking up at me, trembling.
“W-Why all of a sudden…!”
“Hey, buddy.”
I looked at Slave’s face, smeared with shock and horror.
“Want to know where Elder Enviel is right now?”
