Symphony for the Insect Princess

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She looked left and right with the sword, not missing any details. It was impossible for her to look in the mirror while she was sealed. This was probably the first time she realized the appearance of her true self.

“I think it’s beautiful.”

Nellis immediately gave her evaluation. This was her true thought. Levatin's appearance was beautiful and majestic, and it would not be out of place in a museum.

"Beautiful or something..."

Levatin tilted his head, and although his expression remained unchanged, a blush appeared on his pale face.

"...Are you shy?"

"No."

"Shy."

"No."

"Shy."

"If you say no, then no."

"How did you manage to blush when you clearly have no blood supply?"

"I said no more."

"You, who are physically a sword, are more human than I, who am physically a human."

“…Is this a compliment?”

"Just stating the facts... Enough of the nonsense. Let me examine your true form."

"Here."

Nellis took Levatin (the main body) and swung it a few times, leaving orange-red afterimages in the air. Her movements were very graceful, but one could tell from the details that she was a novice in using a sword.

"Sword... Sword, this kind of weapon really doesn't suit me."

"You don't like swords?"

"Not really. Once a weapon reaches your level, its appearance doesn't really matter. This Levatin can be used as a sword to chop people, as a staff to cast spells, or as a bow and arrow for long-range attacks."

"Then what else are you dissatisfied with?"

Although his face remained expressionless, Levatin puffed out his cheeks slightly, and his imitation of a human became more and more convincing.

"Bugs are my means of attack, so I want more of a 'tool' than a weapon."

"for example?"

"this."

Her hair spread out and curled into a swirl, and Nelris took out from the insect bin—

A black, rod-shaped object about 0.7 meters long with a complex structure.

It looks like a crowbar from a distance, a saber from close up, a saw from the front, a flashlight from the back, a shotgun from the left, a file from the right, a hammer from top to bottom, and a screwdriver from bottom to top.

If you include various tilt angles, there are even more types, and almost every angle looks completely different.

"What is this stick-like object?"

"Its full name is 'a multifunctional countermeasure device based on a crowbar and modified from a traditional handicraft tool to fully conform to classical mechanics.'"

"...What can this thing do?"

"You should ask 'what it can't do', like, look—"

Nelris held one end of the rod and gently knocked it against the handrail on the edge of the deck - with a dull sound, the brand new steel handrail immediately broke into two pieces.

"It can also be like this—"

She took out a bottle of rum from somewhere, pressed the protrusion of the stick against the cork, and pushed it gently, and the cork flew out.

"It's still possible—"

He pulled out a tube from the stick, pointed it at the seagull in the sky, and pressed the trigger. With a bang, a seagull fell into the sea, bleeding.

“There are many, many more functions——”

"Stop, stop now. I just condensed into a human form. Don't lower my opinion of humans."

"How rude! This is human wisdom."

(Author: Nier, you are clearly a destroyer of my worldview)

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After a few minutes, in the cabin——

Click, click, click.

The sounds of assembling and disassembling machinery.

Each bullet is inspected individually, undergoing a rigorous production process. Although Aisia has already achieved mass production of most of its products, many delicate steps must still be completed manually.

"okay."

Reloading the magazine, loading the bullet, flicking the safety, and aiming forward - this series of actions only took a very short time. If you release poisonous magic to interfere with the enemy, you will have more time, but the enemy you will face next is not ordinary at all.

"Are you ready, Asia?"

A beautiful girl's voice came from behind, and Aisia immediately turned around with a happy face - but when she saw Qimila standing next to Nellis, her heart sank immediately.

"Why aren't you willing to create a world just for us, my Nier..."

"Please don't put the possessive case in front of my name. As for why I brought her here—" Nelris pointed at the bewildered Qiumila, "—I don't need to tell you the reason. Of course, it's to perform surgery on you."

"But I can do it myself."

"Qimila must learn to control her power little by little."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?"

Qimila was horrified and kept waving her hands.

"No, no, no, I can't do this! I haven't heard you tell me about controlling my power!? I will definitely make a big mistake again! Again... again..."

"Then you should be thankful that none of us can be killed so easily by you."

"But but but—"

"Or do you want to be like Bufenia, forever, a hostage?"

"..."

Qimila lowered her head, as if she was going through a difficult mental struggle.

"...Alright, alright! I'll give in! Tell me! How do we practice controlling our power?"

"Well, the best way is of course to practice..."

Nier gave Aisia a look, and Aisia sighed, rolled up her sleeves, revealing her snow-white arms.

"Go ahead, Qimila."

"Do it...but what do you want me to do?"

"Chop off Asia's upper arm."

"Tsk, what did I think you were going to do—wait wait wait wait, amputate a limb? Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," Nyrrhis said. "You're an executioner after all, right? Cutting off half an arm is a piece of cake for you, right?"

"But but but..."

"Again, if you can't even do this, you'll only be the victim from now on."

“………………Is Asia okay? And why did you do this?”

"Even if you don't do it, I will come by myself. As for why... you don't need to know."

"..."

Qimila's expression became increasingly gloomy, and just when Aisia thought she was about to give up—

"...Okay! I'll do it!"

(Author: Bad Girls Teach Good Kids Bad Series)

Qimila took a deep breath and stood beside Aisia with a heroic expression, her hands on her elbows, her eyes closed.

Waves of obscure magical power emanated from her body—

She was concentrating on meditation—

Refining the magic power and concentrating it——

"..."

"not good?"

"wait wait wait!"

Another minute passed—

"…Not well yet?"

"I'm working hard! Anyway, first I need to sense the magic nodes in my body, then refine the magic, control it, and then chant... So, what should I chant for execution magic... And at what level of magic refinement is considered successful... So, what are the steps to releasing magic..."

Boom!

"Ah, it hurts! Ni'er, why are you hitting me on the head? And where did you get that crowbar in your hand?"

"It's not a crowbar, it's a stick-shaped object that conforms to the essence of physical mechanics... Never mind. Even if you're not in a rampage, you should have some basic magic skills, right?"

"Of course! I've learned that too!"

"Then why do you have to go to so much trouble to cast the spell?"

"Is there something wrong? I remember that's what the book says, step by step..."

"Forget it all."

"Why! Aren't these steps correct?"

"It's not a question of right or wrong, but a question of whether it's necessary. It's precisely because the vast majority of people are mediocre that there are templated syllabi for them to understand, and there are obviously no mediocre people here."

“But I…”

"Or are you simply afraid? Afraid of hurting others? However, neither I nor Asia can die so easily. Now that we have nothing to worry about, why are you still hesitating?"

"but……"

"Aren't you the 'Princess of Endless Chaos and Darkness'?"

"...!"

"Since you are the princess, then show your calm and fearless side. Don't let me down."

"Don't let me, Ni'er, be disappointed..."

Qimila lowered her head, chewing over the few words Ni Huyou had said to provoke her, and then she seemed to have suddenly made up her mind -

"DETRUNCATIO!"

A large rusty knife appeared in front of Qimila, and without her having to control it, it chopped down -

Click! ! !

With a puff, a lot of blood splattered out.

"..."

"……yeah?"