F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!!

Chapter 311: Discovered Truths

"..." I watch Esther take off her clothes. It’s so frustrating that she’s enslaved my soul, but she’s right — I stopped the genocide. It’s not exactly what I expected, it’s not the best outcome, and it’s not what I wanted, but it worked out.

"Evelyn, I heard you’ve been making a lot more marionettes. By the way, I noticed the design of some of your marionettes has changed. You’ve also been using your powers a lot — why?" She asks like it’s something casual, tossing her clothes aside.

"I-It’s nothing—"

"[Tell the Truth.] You know, Evelyn, I’m very curious about your mind and what you really hide behind ’ethical’ lies that aren’t as epic as you try to make them seem."

"...Esther... I realized that morality doesn’t help me get stronger, so I’ve been trying and testing the use of different corpses, mutations, chimerism, and marionette sacrifices..." She forces me to say something I don’t like.

"Oho? How interesting. So that’s why you’ve been creating so many marionettes... but none of them are living marionettes... why?"

"...Because I’m afraid of being betrayed again... Esther, stop being mean to me! I don’t want to tell the truth. I don’t like the truth!"

"So you’re the little duckling who chooses illusion?" She says something I don’t understand, especially since she’s calling me a duck.

"Confused? It’s a story — a cute duck who lived on a mountain. One day, he got trapped in a cave with his mother for a long time. I won’t tell the whole story, but in the end, the little duckling escapes the cave, happy and alive."

"He devoured his mother, who sacrificed herself so he could live. But he doesn’t think about it, doesn’t react to it, and believes they both escaped. In other words, he lies to himself that she escaped before him and is waiting for him outside!! He chose to live in the illusion that he didn’t devour his mother to survive."

"It’s just like you. It seems your ethics are quite gray." She provokes me, running her hand across my stomach in soft caresses.

"Evelyn, tell me — [What is your strongest ability?]"

"You witch!! You witch!! I-It’s... it’s [Toy Box of Tragedy]." I try to bite my lips to keep from telling, but my mouth moves on its own, detailing it for her as her hands slowly slide up to my breasts.

Until she listens to my explanation about what I recently discovered — that using this ability, I could kill anyone who lost if I considered it part of a children’s game.

"...You hadn’t told me about this ability before." She looks at me with anger while I shrink back, wanting desperately to leave, but unable to move because she ordered me to keep my legs spread.

"..."

"I see. Using ethics with this ability is terrible... Hey, Evelyn, can I help you make this ability really strong by teaching you some very fun children’s games...? But first... [Give me total access to your status.]"

"...Esther... you damn..." My system opens and becomes exposed to her. As she reads everything, her hands go to my nipples, squeezing and pressing, while my tail gives up trying to pull her away because it can’t.

"..." She spends some time reading everything, pinching and tugging my nipples, making me gasp.

"Tsk. You hid so many things from me. Nymph? You’re a nymph? An Asura too. And these abilities — [Nymph’s Grace] and [Maximum Release of the Final Act]... you really are an idiot, Evelyn. You’re full of powerful abilities, and you use them all so poorly." She insults me while pinching my nipples hard, making me arch my body forward.

"...What else are you hiding from me, Evelyn?"

"E-Esther, please stop!! D-Don’t look at any more about me!! Th-This is personal stuff!! P-Please, at least respect my privacy!!" I’m terrified by this, especially by the possibility of her asking about the past. I don’t want to talk about my past life.

"Your privacy matters little... [Tell me everything you’re hiding.]" She gives me the order I feared most. I look at her with dread, not believing she did this to me.

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"H-Hick... sniff..." I look at Evelyn crying beneath me. We’ve been here for four hours with her lying on top of the gold. She told me a lot of things. I can’t believe she hid an entire life from me.

"...Another world, huh..." A past life, another Evelyn, another world, routes, a game — so many things, many that go beyond what I knew. However, Evelyn doesn’t seem to fully understand the concept of it all.

’Game... it wasn’t necessarily a game... it seems more like my blessing...’ I deduce that the "Original Evelyn" — the Evelyn who killed me and turned me into a marionette — used my powers, along with some ability to see the future.

The game’s routes were possible futures caused by my blessing. As for the other world, it’s literally another world. I don’t know much about other worlds. This original Evelyn is certainly something curious — someone who defeated me.

’So Evelyn was once a human...’ That explains A LOT. She’s far too fragile, as fragile as paper, and I always noticed that, but I assumed she was just a special case. However, considering her human mind and demonic body, it was obvious her morality would be different.

Even more so because, by her description, that other world was peaceful — very peaceful, without magic and without monsters.

’I see... the truth of the world... now my curse makes more sense...’ Evelyn gave me answers to questions I always had about what my curse forced me to receive in terms of information.

"Failure... it seems both your past life and your beginning in this life were marked by that word. You had a lot of bad luck, Evelyn." Evelyn seems terrified by my reaction.

But honestly, does it matter? I’m already crazy about this girl. She could reveal anything, and I wouldn’t care as long as I could have her all to myself. Besides, with magic, you can do anything.

And with blessings, you can go even further. So it makes sense that Evelyn could reincarnate. Moreover, the monstrous potential that Evelyn and I have draws my attention heavily. I didn’t know my blessing could go so far as to affect causality and time itself so intensely, being capable of doing what the "Original Evelyn" did.

"So, Evelyn, I was your favorite? It’s pretty nice that you liked me even before we met... but it disgusts me to know that my body was conquered first by Grace in your mind." How revolting. Just hearing Evelyn talk about it makes me want to tear that disgusting woman apart.

Obviously, in this life, nothing happened, but in the "game" — which were possibilities of a future — a version of me could end up involved with Grace, and worse yet, Evelyn "saw" scenes like that.

"..." Evelyn, still crying, just keeps trying to dry her tears. This is starting to irritate me. She cries too much, though now I know she has reasons.

"Evelyn..." I stop talking, realizing I was about to say something extremely cruel about Evelyn’s human family, but I take a deep breath, not wanting to hurt her even more.

"Evelyn, we can solve this easily. I love you, and that’s all that matters. Besides, from what I understand, you had three goals — stop being a failure, become queen, and prevent my genocidal plans."

"And you achieved all of that. Congratulations." I stroke her head, speaking with gentleness, even though deep down I want to verbally insult her for so many things, especially for hiding these secrets from me.

"R-Really? Y-You’re not mad?" She asks hopefully. Her stupid hope makes me want to bite her.

"I’m not mad." I’m furious. I truly want to hurt her for the lies, the omissions, and especially because she saw me sleeping with another woman in a reality that didn’t happen — but it was a possibility.

"Really?" Her foolish question is frustrating.

"Yes, really. I love you too much to be mad about this." That’s a complete lie. I can BARELY keep myself calm, to the point of squeezing my palms and wounding them. Love doesn’t erase her immense omission.

And the omission shows that I didn’t know even half of the Evelyn I love so much, and that irritates me. It irritates me, irritates me, irritates me SO MUCH — it makes me want to kill and devour something.

"Now, Evelyn, how about you get on all fours for me and point those beautiful hips in my direction? I’ll show you how much I love you." I ask for this position so she won’t need to see my expression and won’t realize how much I want to dismember and devour her right here.

The bloodlust dangerously intensifies, and I’m already starting to see everything red, but I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself so I don’t hurt her, since she seems so sad about having revealed the truth she was hiding.

"O-Okay... E-Esther, please don’t tell anyone—"

"Who would I tell, Evelyn? Don’t be stupid... I mean... I understand it’s your secret, and I prefer to keep it just between the two of us." Why the hell would I reveal Evelyn’s reincarnation to anyone? Is she dumb or something? It would be the most idiotic thing to do, especially revealing how strong the two of us could become.

That would make ALL the other races shift the focus of the war to killing us both before we could reach such potential.

"A-Alright..." Evelyn moves, turning over as I hear the sound of gold coins being jostled by her breasts.

Now that she can no longer see my face — and to ensure it, I grab her head with false gentleness to keep it still, looking only forward — my expression becomes extremely cold and dangerous.

"..." Evelyn trembles a little, as if sensing the danger, and her tail even wraps around my hand, but I try to stay calm. If I hurt Evelyn now, her trust in me will diminish. She told me very important things about her life, and I should respect that, at least for today.

’I want so badly to tear something apart with my teeth...’ I stare at her bare, smooth skin, almost drooling with the urge to bite. However, to calm my mind and to keep Evelyn comfortable, it’s better to just continue with the plan of having sex with her. And maybe I can even rip her tail off and eat it without it seeming like I’m attacking her out of anger.