Symphony for the Insect Princess

"Who can do such a thing?"

"My late...husband."

"Husband? Don't—hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait, wait!"

Sedroon suddenly reacted.

Handed over to Charlotte.

In other words, her husband was originally a necromancer.

It can also allow Charlotte to reach the level of a wizard in one leap.

By this calculation, her husband definitely has the strength of a great magician.

And Maya's last necromancer above the level of a mage is——

"The Blasphemous Demon King? He's married? And the object... is you!?"

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"The Blasphemous Demon King? He's married? And the object... is you!?"

Tsk tsk.

There was incredible information to be heard from the children who were spread all over the city.

I shook my fingers lightly, and the familiar that landed on my fingertips, shaped like a moth, flew away obediently.

It is really getting more and more exciting, but I don’t want to watch all these happy or sad scenes, nor will I take pleasure in manipulating the fate of others. All I want is the result.

Pick up a piece of paper.

"Sedrion Heidrich, the biological daughter of the current dean of Mishra Academy, possesses extremely pure Heidrich blood, possesses the Eye of True Sight, is proficient in various types of magic, excels in close combat, and can gain power through communication with beings known as 'demons'. I wonder if she and 'Lin Senya' are of the same species..."

Pick up another page.

"Charlotte Phoenix, princess of the now-extinct Phoenix royal family, specializes in necromancy. While her combat experience is somewhat limited, she wields an unidentified weapon that bears a striking resemblance to the Dark Glory Lantern wielded by 'Ji Li,' the mortal enemy of 'Ye,' whom Lin Senya mentioned. It's likely the same thing... Hmm, I have to add one more piece of information."

I picked up my pen, wrote the words "Wife and Heir of the Blasphemous Demon King", and then picked up the next page.

"The shadow magician Ailian of the Tower of Babel... is dead. Cross it out."

In order not to take up space, I crumpled the paper into a ball and fed it to the bugs next to it.

"Let me see, there's one left... Oh, and Asia Curtis."

The only daughter of the city lord Saenris - this is what it seems, but in fact she has no blood relationship with Saenris himself. She is an artificial human created by the most famous alchemist of the contemporary era - the Sage of All Skills using the cells of Saenris's deceased wife. She is a substitute for his deceased wife, but she is crooked inside.

Let’s take a look again, who else is worth noting?

"Nicholas Xi, the uncommon characters in his name are quite memorable; I Lianbing A, a bit of an intellectual type, but quite resilient; Rodrigo Plants, more capable than I expected; Ming Linmei, a rare expert in sound magic; Harry Riha, captain of many mercenaries... who is this?"

He picked up a document from a pile and unfolded it before his eyes.

"Qimila Elonmade, a beginner mid-level magician, seems to have very sharp intuition... Strange, why is she here?"

She was just a small-time player, and her sharp intuition wasn't even a special feature. So why did I pay special attention to her in the first place?

"...Probably, insect intuition."

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At this moment, the girl in the information was about three meters above the ground, her facial features wrinkled in pain.

Thick vines pierced her wrists and hung her up

Qimila is losing a lot of blood.

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The title is Schindler's List...cough cough

Chapter 76 Botanist

Experiment, research, and scholarship.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.

It doesn’t matter if you’re laughed at, it doesn’t matter if you’re only a lecturer, it doesn’t matter if no one understands you.

The magicians of the mythological era were all ultimate seekers of magic. Truth was their goal, and the desire for knowledge was their motivation. The pursuit of the truth of the world was absolute justice, and it did not matter if everything else, even themselves, was sacrificed.

This is what a magician should be like.

Yes, it’s not your fault.

But the fools who cannot understand his genius.

They used magic as a tool to make themselves famous, to exchange for fame and money, but such fools kept oppressing him, despising him, belittling him, and mocking him.

but,

As I said just now, it doesn’t matter.

They can laugh at him all they want.

However, we cannot laugh at his hard work and his achievements.

Absolutely not.

But he was powerless. His research was taboo and might be classified as dark magic depending on the circumstances. He was aware of this, so he could not show his results in that pedantic academy under any circumstances.

But it's different here.

The pursuers of the Tower of Babel.

The Pantheon's pursuers.

The pursuers led by the knight.

Either this or that is fine.

Just become nutrients.

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How beautiful.

"Teacher...I feel so uncomfortable..."

How cute.

"Ugh... Ugh... Teacher... What... did you do!?"

How memorable.

“Stop… No… No No No No No!!!!”

Although I haven't gotten the big treasure I was aiming for, it's worth it to be able to show off my achievements.

The three idiot students rolled around in agony on the ground, retching and scratching at their bodies. Excellent, that was the reaction, the right one! Their internal organs were being dissolved, becoming nutrients to nourish the adorable children.

The pursuers stood there stunned. Were they astonished by their own achievements? Or were they simply horrified by the plants growing from the students' mouths and noses? It didn't matter. Soon, you too would become nutrients, just like them.

"Teacher...Teacher Rodrigo!!!"

Carlo whimpered and groaned, reaching out his hand to Rodrigo, who shook his head regretfully. What was the point of asking him for help at this moment?

"I'm sorry, Carlo, but once my Basara wakes up, there's no stopping it."

“Please… stop…”

"No, no, no, no, you are the vessels. I have been planting the seed in you since the day I became your mentor. After so long, it is finally time for it to mature."

"Mature!? I...you...this is not what we agreed on..."

"Why do you think I brought you here? You're of no help and will only hinder us, but I have my reasons." Facing these foolish mediocre people, Rodrigo pushed his glasses and sighed softly, "Because you are my secret weapon—a container for my best achievements and even more important backup nutrients. I brought you here just for this moment!"

"You—bastard—"

Before he could finish his words, Carlo's head exploded and a thick vine emerged, with a huge blood-red bud on the top. It was obviously a plant, but it had the texture of animal intestines and was extremely weird.

"Oh my god... look at it... perfect! Just like I imagined!"

Then--

The one-sided massacre began.

Woody plants, vines, herbaceous plants.

From the soil, from the rocks, from everywhere you look.

Sow, grow, and become stronger.

But all this is just a foil, a foil for his most perfect work.

Rodrigo named this creature, a cross between plant and animal, "Vasara." Both its form and power make it a true monster. Its seeds resemble the eggs of small animals. Sown within a creature with strong magical powers, such as a human, it nurtures for a few months or even years. Upon reaching maturity, it directly controls the host's nervous system, feeding on their flesh and blood before ultimately bursting forth.

“Wha-what the hell is that?!!!!”

"Attack! Quick—"

"No! The attack is ineffective! It-it is-absorbing magic power!?"

Frightened by these terrifying flesh-like vines, the pursuers began to bombard them with magic. However, all attacks were ineffective against them. Light bullets, elemental arrows and the like were converted into pure magic power and absorbed by them the moment they came into contact with them!

"Damn monster!"

A high-ranking mage warrior from the Knights' command roared angrily, drawing his sword and slashing at the vines that stretched out before him! The slashing wind easily pierced through the thick stone bricks, leaving only a shallow scar on the vines!

“Holy shit!? W-GAAAAA ...

The vine suddenly shifted from stillness to a jaw-droppingly swift movement. Before the demon warrior could dodge, it wrapped around him like a tentacle, instantly absorbing his thick armor. The buds at the top of the vine squirmed, the outermost petals forcibly prying his jaws apart before plunging through his mouth and into his body with lightning speed!

"Gulp gulp... Gulp gulp gulp..."

In the blink of an eye, the sturdy warrior was reduced to a corpse, his flesh, bones, and even every ounce of moisture being sucked away. Beneath the outer layer of skin, it felt as if hundreds of snakes were frantically wriggling—new branches sprouting from the vines! In less than five seconds, the shrunken corpse burst, and several "creatures" burrowed out!

It has a head, a tail, and walks on all fours. Judging from its "shape" alone, it appears to be a wolf, but its body is made of countless vines, its eyes are flowers with the texture of internal organs, and many thick leaves cover its surface as fur.

"Dinner is ready, my dear children~"

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It's amazing.

It can be called perfect - no, the word "can be called" is redundant, this is perfect!

These streets are already overgrown with plants, like an alternative tropical rainforest, and the rosa centipedes have also burrowed underground, lying in ambush, waiting for their next attack, and they also need time to digest.

Da da da--

He heard footsteps and looked up to see Shul and Erwin running towards him with strange movements and stopping beside him. They were both covered in dirt, their eyes were dull, and their postures were very stiff.

"I see... You still couldn't escape, but that's okay."

He had already set it up. Once these students died, the Vasara seeds in their bodies would be forced to wake up, occupy their bodies, and control the corpses from the inside to run back to him (provided that the nervous system and important bones of the corpses were not seriously damaged). Shul and Erwin came back, which meant they were dead.

The bodies of the pursuers had already decomposed into dust, and all traces of their bodies had been destroyed. Rodrigo was not an arrogant fool. He knew that he couldn't just take Basara out for a walk like a dog. If he encountered a great magician or a great war spirit, his chances of winning would still be very low, so for the time being -

""--teacher!!!""

(!?)

Rodrigo's shoulders shook slightly when he heard the shout from behind.

(I see……)

The two boys who were supposed to be dead suddenly ran here, so the two silly girls followed them happily, and from the sound, it seemed that they were the only two who came.

Do you want to kill it?

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No, let’s play it safe first.

Having made up his mind, Rodrigo pretended to be very tired and stood up shakily.

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