I wish those fools would stay in more chaos for just a little longer. It's a shame.
If I could buy more time until the work was done, I could declare victory without lifting a finger.
And then, after kicking Luca into the dirt, I would enjoy watching him gnash his teeth and sob. That would have been a true joy.
It's a shame. Well, but this isn’t bad either.
Watching the fool who thinks they can’t defeat me being squashed underfoot is also a fun thing.
Lifting my shield, I pretended to stifle a laugh as I examined their formation.
There were three fewer people since we began the dungeon. Now only Luca and five of the Void's followers remained.
It goes without saying that Luca, who had once been a common adventurer before becoming a professor at the academy, was an extraordinary figure. The other followers of the Void, too, seemed to possess quite impressive skills, having survived many persecutions.
Considering that this area was being consumed by the Void's power, their strength was likely far greater than I had expected.
Could I handle them all on my own? Honestly, it’s difficult to say.
But it’s fine. Just as they aren’t alone, neither am I.
Adri appeared from behind, leading her undead servants. At the forefront were the recently fallen Void followers.
Though dead, they were not allowed to rest, forced to do the unwanted bidding of their past comrades. The sight sent shivers down the spines of those who had once fought alongside them.
“Hello, Professor Luca.”
And then Freya appeared behind me.
“Oh, hello. Lady Kent. Impressive. You managed to escape the hallucination.”
“It wasn’t that impressive. Is it really something to be proud of?”
“Hmmm. I see I was wrong. You’re far more capable than I thought, Lady Kent.”
Not long ago, Freya had been facing Luca, who had once been her instructor. Yet, there was not the slightest hesitation in her expression.
To her, Luca was a person not worth paying much attention to.
“In a way, this works out. Now I can give you a trial.”
“A trial? Are you going to do something fun?”
Freya asked, drawing her sword and wrapping herself in an aura of colorless energy before charging at Luca.
Luca, holding daggers in both hands, prepared himself to meet the force of Freya’s strike.
His actions were simple.
He didn’t swing his daggers gracefully.
He didn’t press down with tremendous force.
He didn’t show any remarkable speed.
He simply took a few steps.
With those few steps, Luca not only avoided Freya’s sharp strike but also burrowed into her space, forcing her to retreat.
“...Did you read me?”
“Lady Kent, you see, I pay close attention to those who seem to possess talent. You’re no exception. In fact, you can’t be an exception. You’ve always been with Lady Alrn.”
That was Luca’s specialty—analyzing each person and devising strategies tailored to them.
According to descriptions, this strategy wasn’t just about understanding someone’s preferences or dislikes. It went so far as to analyze the brief gaps between weapon swings, like a 0.3-second opening, and then exploiting those openings.
When implemented in a game, it was as though the protagonist’s party was ready with everything—their weapons, skills, traits, and combinations—waiting in anticipation.
And so, certain strategies were forced upon Luca.
He might be handed the massive two-handed axe, deemed a "trash weapon" at Soul Academy, or made to fight like a flashy magical girl.
Testing those strategies was incredibly fun. I spent a whole night wondering how I could make things even worse for him.
In any case, there were two main approaches to dealing with Luca.
One was to build up stats and specs so much that anything Luca prepared would be destroyed. The other was to reverse-engineer his strategies and counter them.
The former would be the most satisfying in terms of tormenting him, but realistically, that wasn’t possible.
So right now, I had to choose the latter.
“Aren’t you coming, Lady Alrn?”
“Eh?♡ Do I have to go?♡ Why should I go near that creepy pervert who makes me sick just breathing the same air?♡”
“Haha. Right. You’re not the type to lead the way. I knew it.”
As Luca grinned sickly, a battle broke out behind us between the Void followers and Adri’s undead. The Void followers had the upper hand individually.
Even though they were dead, those undead had been drawn to Adri, their leader, and their strength was naturally enhanced by the evil god's power.
However, Adri overcame this disparity with her command of the undead and her own necromantic magic.
I knew they were strong, but to think they were this strong? They seem even stronger than I remembered. At this rate, won’t they openly be targeted by the Church of the Sun?
<It seems the one you should be hunting isn’t the church, but your opponent.>
‘When it really gets dangerous, the Sun will do something. He’s sensitive about these things.’
While I had been focused on the situation, seeing Adri take the lead caught me by surprise. I quickly grinned and turned my attention back to Luca.
“Why are you just standing there?♡ Shouldn’t a pervert like you be drooling and charging at me?♡ Or are you really that pathetic and lacking in courage, even as a pervert?♡”
“...Fine. Since you asked, I’ll indulge you just a little.”
“Pffhahah♡ Asked?♡ Such an inflated sense of self-worth♡ How repulsive♡”
Seeing Luca charge toward me, I analyzed everything.
How forceful his steps were. How much power he was putting into his legs. Where his weapon was aimed. Where his eyes were focused.
I observed it all.
And I was certain.
The strategy he had devised wasn’t much different from the one I already knew.
It was a close-quarters fight so intense that even moving my shield felt awkward.
If I couldn’t break the walls, I would just climb over them.
I had anticipated this and, rather than holding up my shield, I lowered it and slammed Luca’s face with my forehead.
It seemed he hadn’t expected this. With a light thud, Luca staggered backward.
And just like that, Luca’s first move failed, and my shield blocked his path.
“You acted like you knew everything, but couldn’t handle my skin touching yours?♡ This is why virgins are disgusting♡”
Instead of reacting to my provocation, Luca moved forward again.
Hmm. I thought he’d modify his strategy on the spot, but is he trying to dive in deeper?
It doesn’t seem like there’s a decisive blow from him, though. His moves and my many skills are too quiet.
I’m a bit disappointed.
Though he pretends to remain calm, it’s clear he’s already rattled by my taunts, his mind unraveling.
Well, that’s fine.
If he’s in a state where he can be played with, then it’s my turn to have fun.
“Did my skin feel that good when it lightly brushed against you?♡ Pffhahah♡ You’re really desperate, charging at me like that♡ What should I do?♡ Should I play with you some more?♡”
With Luca as the first test subject for my new bludgeoning technique, he’s not too bad at all.
Luca was aware that his sanity was no longer functioning properly.
His emotions had turned a bizarre, deep red, allowing only one thought—kill the child in front of him.
Realizing how strange this was, Luca struggled to regain his composure while continuing to move instinctively.
If this continues, I’ll be dragged around by Lady Alrn, and time will be wasted.
Considering how she read and countered my strategy, if I lose my mind, I might truly lose.
I can’t let that happen. Since my previous strategy was countered, I must switch to another one.
I need to think. Think.
“...This is bad.”
Luca, trying to regain his composure, made a mistake, leaving an opening that allowed Freya’s sword strike to get too close. Only then did he hurriedly insert his dagger to defend.
Maybe his reaction was too slow. Even though he twisted the trajectory, a deep cut appeared on Luca’s face.
If his response had been even a little slower, he would have died.
Realizing how close he had come to danger, a chill ran down Luca’s spine, and for a moment, he could shake off the anger that had been clouding his mind.
In that instant, Luca realized what had taken hold of him.
Hearing Lady Alrn’s voice always triggered his anger.
It wasn’t just her tone, expression, or behavior that annoyed him—there was something about her voice that stirred emotions in a way that he couldn’t ignore.
He was well aware of this.
He’d seen her use it countless times.
Because of that, he thought he could handle it and prepared countermeasures.
But all that was meaningless the moment he stood before Lady Alrn.
The power she held so easily stole his reason.
What is it? What’s different? Why has my reason been devoured by her?
Why is it so hard to even think?
Ah.
As he barely regained his senses, Luca realized what the problem was when he saw Lucy’s movements.
She was so beautiful that his gaze naturally drifted to her.
But as he watched her, he became entranced by the playful energy within her.
It was like a dance.
Incredible.
Look.
Even those burning with anger to avenge their comrades couldn’t look away.
Even those fighting alongside them slowly found themselves gazing at her.
Amidst all their gazes, Lady Alrn stood with that infuriating smile.
Ah.
I want to crush her.
I want to make her cry.
I want her to beg for forgiveness with her face pressed to the ground.
I want to see her trembling in fear.
A vow?
What does a vow mean?
It’s already been broken, tainted beyond repair.
From the depths of his heart, Luca heard a whisper.
And he decided to follow it.
To become Lucy’s trial.
To make his wish come true.
To teach that damned child some manners.
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[The Evil God Agraga gazes upon you.]