Symphony for the Insect Princess

When I was in Mishra Academy, I think I was wearing something similar to this, right?

His life was planned out for him, a life of mechanically following his father's orders, studying and researching repeatedly. He memorized all sorts of books until he was sick of them, did all sorts of random research until he was sick of them, and learned all sorts of magic until he was sick of them. As a result, at a young age, he reached a level that most magicians could never reach.

And then what? He discovered that his father wasn't his real father at all. Everyone knew it, but he didn't. He had thought his father and his father were related by blood, but he hadn't. Now he was no different than a dog living under someone else's roof. He was forced to do all kinds of training just to show off when he was taken out for a walk. He was really a good dog.

(Don't dwell on the past. You're not a child anymore, Sedroon.)

The calm middle-aged male voice suddenly sounded in my mind. It was Endorion. This demon always interrupted suddenly.

(You've become more and more talkative recently. Can you please stop prying into my thoughts?)

(I don’t want to either, but we are closely connected, it’s not up to you and me)

(So ​​annoying!)

Sedroon scratched his hair in annoyance, but stopped because he was afraid of messing up his braid.

I don't know why, but Endorion seems to be getting more and more annoying. He's supposed to be just a convenient tool for support, so why is he always making irresponsible comments outside of combat? Does he really think of himself as a guardian? It's okay to curse those idiots at the academy in my memories; I'm never going back anyway!

(No, actually, Sedroon, I don’t know whether I should say this)

(What happened again!)

(Among the Zoroastrians, one night when you were asleep, I heard Nyrrhis say to Aisia...)

(What? Where to have sex?)

(You guys, your next stop might be Mithra Academy)

(…………………………What!? Wait, wait, why didn’t Nyrrhis tell me this first!)

(She definitely won’t tell you first. After all… she’ll definitely consider that you’ll go berserk after hearing about this itinerary, so she’s keeping it to herself.)

(Oh… Shit…)

Chapter 151 Magical Girl Qiumila & Magical Young Lady Charlotte

(Oh… Shit…)

Sedroon, who was always sharp in her words, was unusually at a loss for words. She suddenly had the urge to raze the entire area to the ground, but she couldn't really do it. The unhappiness in her heart was swelling inside her but she had nowhere to vent it.

(…Sedroon?)

Endorion asked worriedly. He began to regret his rash words, knowing that this would cause unnecessary stimulation to Sedroon, but still—

(Endorion!)

(exist)

(In two days, during the battle at Okomi, I will request the 'restrictions be lifted'!)

(…Are you serious?)

(nonsense!)

(It will cause great damage)

(I don’t care what other people do!)

(But if you fully unleash your true power... even though your body is getting stronger, it will still be difficult to fully withstand it...)

(I fuck your mother, and you keep complaining about everything she asks you to do. What use is there for me to have you?)

(Uh... yes, yes, yes... then don't go too far.)

Endorion sighed deeply.

Don't go too far?

Is there ever a time when Sedroon doesn't go too far?

What's more, she never had enough fun in Bufenia, so this time she will definitely... Alas.

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Take a deep breath.

"Inhale—inhale—exhale—"

Qimila maintained a strange breathing rhythm, gradually calming her mind and focusing her consciousness on the little skeleton soldier standing motionless in front of her.

“Inhale—inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—”

Her breathing became deeper and deeper, she refined her magic power, feeling the subtlest flow of energy, and then focused it on her hands.

At this time, Charlotte, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't help it.

"Qimila."

"Don't disturb me, I'm..."

"Did you know that you're using the same breathing method that pregnant women use during childbirth?"

"--puff!!!!!!!"

Qimila suddenly vomited out, then fell heavily to the ground, and the magic power that had just been condensed also dissipated in an instant.

"I don't know anything about pregnant women's breathing techniques! Charlotte is lying!"

"After all, I'm a woman who has given birth to a child, so I know this basic knowledge very well."

"Wow...giving birth to a baby or something..."

"'Giving birth'? Is that the customary term in your hometown?"

"No! It's... uh... yes! It should be called 'childbirth' - no, it should be called 'the ceremony of the birth of something that the gods fear'!"

"What exactly do you expect of your future children?"

"Child!" Qimila's face flushed. "It's too early for me... No! There is no one in this world who is worthy of being the spouse of the princess of endless chaos and darkness!"

"So you don't consider marriage?"

"Not really..."

Qimila suddenly became embarrassed.

"Actually, I've thought about that... If it's a boy, I'll name him Chojir Sodom Kapaluki Elomed II."

"...Are you serious?"

"If it's a girl, she'll be called Autumn Sky Rain, Gomorrah, Kewei, Moshangli, Phantom Purple Silver, V, Meihui Keweiandu, Lan Shangyue, Elonmed, The Great."

"I'm starting to seriously worry about your future children, really."

The topic is getting more and more off topic.

Although Qimila originally just wanted to further try to control the execution magic.

To her, execution magic was like a ferocious beast hidden deep within her consciousness; even contact with it was a struggle, let alone taming it. While she could use it with ease in rampage mode, she couldn't use it normally except in rare circumstances.

What's more, execution magic is too dangerous. If you are not careful, it will not just be a matter of broken arms and legs, so Charlotte will always be there to watch over her every time she practices.

After all, the undead aren't afraid of torture, since they're all dead anyway.

...Probably not afraid, right?

"Don't make any noise this time. Let me try again!"

"come on--"

Qimila concentrated her mind again, refined her magic power, and focused her consciousness on the skeleton soldiers.

But this time she didn't use the magic breathing method.

How exactly was execution magic performed? Even Qimila didn't know. Historical records of execution magic were scarce, and the last known user was the "Demon King of Capital Punishment." The specific spells, precautions, and methods of manipulating the magic were unknown. Any aids were also unknown.

All Qimila could do was to carefully explore the depths of her consciousness, trying to touch this overly ferocious beast, caress it, wake it up, but without stimulating it—

"Stoning!"

Suddenly, something materialized from the magic power released by Qimila. It flew forward quickly and hit the skeleton soldier's head with a bang.

Then it bounced off and fell to the ground.

"..."

"..."

It was a stone the size of an egg.

If it hits the vital parts of the human body with appropriate force, it can still kill the person.

Qimi was stunned for a moment, then jumped up with an "Oh Yeah".

"Oh Yeah!!! Did you see it? Did you see it? It worked! It worked for the first time! This way, I'll become even stronger!"

“…Ah, um, yes.”

Charlotte smiled wryly and nodded, deciding to just say a few words in agreement.

In her understanding, "stoning" is a torture in which the prisoner is first buried or fixed, and then slowly beaten to death with large stones. It is very cruel, but the extent of what Qimila just did... is almost the same as a naughty child picking up pebbles and smashing his neighbor's glass.

The road is long and difficult.

"Anyway, I've already memorized this feeling! If I follow this feeling, I'll definitely succeed!"

"You know that what happened just now wasn't a 'real' success."

"The day of the rise of the princess of endless chaos and darkness has finally arrived!"

"So it didn't rise before!?"

(Author: Qiumila's passive skill: Anyone who is alone with her will become a complainer)

"Come on, come on, let's do it again before we lose our touch! ??????!!!"

Whoosh!

This time, the flying stone from Qimila was in the wrong direction. Before Charlotte could stop it, the stone flew towards the door.

"I'm back--"

--Snapped!

It was Aisia who just pushed the door open!

“…What are you doing?”

But Aisia caught the stone with one hand and released a highly corrosive magic power, turning the stone into slurry in the blink of an eye.

"Ouch! I'm sorry, Asia! I didn't mean to do that!"

Qiumila, who was in a panic, apologized repeatedly. Aisia sighed and was too lazy to pursue the matter further.

(So, you practice magic here?)

Ignoring Qimila, she asked Charlotte through telepathy.

(Isn't that what Nier ordered? She said, 'When you have nothing to do here, practice magic more. It's okay to be a little ostentatious.')

(As expected...it seems like Nelle has absolutely no intention of hiding this from Oshimir.)

(Hidden? You mean she was happy to show Oshimir our abilities?)

(At first glance, this may seem inconsistent with her usual low-key style, but she has her reasons.)

(You mean, she wants Oshimir to recognize our 'worth'?)

(Oshimir is happy to collect all kinds of rare and precious things as his research materials, and... he will never let others touch his things. Perhaps everyone is like this, but he is more extreme!)

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"Um……"

I stretched and rubbed my eyes.

The preparations are almost done.

Never put things off for too long.

Since we have decided to resolve the issue through violence, we must act decisively and leave no room for maneuver.

I took a last look at the form in my hand, which listed the portraits of the 17 hermits who had followed Riversta here.

They are all people who have experienced ups and downs in life, gradually became tired of the secular world, and finally retreated to the ancient holy land to practice asceticism.

The reason why he came to this prosperous Okomi was simply out of support and loyalty to Riversta.