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Chapter 307
I Even Thought About Marrying You
Ferda headed to his training room.
The narrow, dark room where a few steps would immediately reach the opposite wall was hardly suitable as a mage's training room, but for Ferda it was possible.
All he needed was a space where he could think.
Fighting countless virtual enemies in his head was his training, and that alone was enough.
Without arrogance, without underestimating his opponents, he summoned them exactly as he remembered them.
Е n̄ ůṁа̊
To survive he needed to be objective, and that objectivity gave Ferda great strength through image training alone.
Countless names Ferda had faced passed through his mind.
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They were strong, but in the end they were merely mortals.
Since mortals are destined to perish someday, a flaw must always exist.
Ferda killed them and ran simulations dozens of times over, improving his own weaknesses.
The difference in circles became meaningless, and he reached a level where he could kill with a single mana bolt.
Еn̂ŭm̌ā
Even so, limits exist.
'Gokma.'
Ferda searched his memories of Gokma.
Pale skin, an unpleasant smile.
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The magic he displayed was explosion through space distortion.
The reason he could produce that level of power was likely because Blancaros's blood flowed in him.
W̄е̄ b̀n о v е̊ l̆ Е n ǔ m a
'Order and Creation......'
Creation is a truly terrifying power.
With a wave of his hand, a creature would just pop into existence, wouldn't it?
'The way monsters are created too......'
It was highly probable that it all stemmed from Blancaros's blood.
He creates chaos.
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'His means are beyond imagination.'
No matter how much he thought, he couldn't imagine winning.
He could only hope Gokma made an absurd mistake.
'Or I have to induce him to make one.'
Inside the castle, inside the World Tree, open plains.
He simulated fighting Gokma considering every environment and situation.
Е́ n̈ u m а̊
Ferda had firepower, and he had stealth.
Above all, he had the mindset to objectively assess both his own skill and his opponent's.
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He hypothesized countless possibilities, extracting dozens of strategies per second to strike at the opponent's blind spots.
'And yet the conclusion is that it's impossible?'
The Shadow Arts Ferda chose always prioritized stealth.
Because of that, there was nothing to supplement his firepower.
Ӗ n u m̀а̂
'Shadows don't have that.'
Now that he had reached the 5th Circle, Ferda could melt into shadows and confuse his opponent.
But that confusion works once—there's no fool who falls for it twice.
Methods to make such a fool are also single-use, so practically speaking, maybe twice at most?
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Would those two times settle things with Gokma?
'If only I'd contracted with a different demon......'
Wèb_n о v èl Е̌ ǹù mа̌.
If he'd contracted with Marbas, the demon of cold, just exhaling would have frozen his opponent, and at the extreme he would have frozen mana itself whole.
If he'd learned the magic of Amon, the demon of flame and destruction, he would have gifted flames that burned eternally in agony until the opponent died.
'Foolish thought.'
Demon magic is strong, and the stronger it is, the greater the recoil.
Even the future Ferda who doesn't exist yet only ever used demon magic as a supplementary means.
'Otherwise I'd end up like the Heinckel King.'
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The end of one immersed in black magic is the same.
They exploit the moment the user weakens, steal their body, and use it as a tool for their own ambition.
The reason not to deal with demons is ultimately because demons only see humans as tools.
'And would I have been able to stay like this?'
Ferda knows the terror of the Red Circle.
And that terrifying thing had tried to manifest in a different direction.
Ẁе̄ b n̈о́ v̂ е̌l̈ Ӗnum̀ ӓ
'Corruption.'
The Red Circle is conceived through the most intense emotion, intense enough to trade one's life for it.
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That emotion creates a purpose, and becomes the driving force toward that purpose.
That's why it must be pure.
The moment impurities mix in, the means becomes the purpose itself.
But Ferda prevented that.
Еn̄ūḿ ă . i d_
Lucy Philias told Ferda he could create two circles.
That would have been impossible without Barbatos's Shadow Arts.
In that sense, Barbatos's magic had virtually no restrictions for black magic.
'No, she said there weren't any.'
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Sitri said so.
Barbatos is a Great Demon who fundamentally doesn't exist.
W ѐb̈ňоv е̌ l̇ Е n̈ǔ m а
Then a contradiction arises.
Why does such a Great Demon's grimoire exist in the world, and why is he counted among the Great Demons ruling seven districts of Hell?
'Because there's something to gain by doing so.'
Hell is already oversaturated.
That's why they're eagerly watching for a chance to cross over to the Serdes Continent where diverse beings coexist.
A mere phantom that exists in name only, but it could be tacit consent to maintain Hell's balance.
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They might record it later as their own mistake.
'No, let me think again.'
Ferda recalled the possibility that he had been naive.
Why had he thought Sitri would tell him everything?
Even if she told him facts, there was no way that was 'all' of it.
Barbatos exists yet does not exist.
Èń um̈а̇
That means he escaped Sitri's perception; he could be a presence so faint it's merely considered a concept.
The moment that phantom escapes even perception is the moment of their deaths.
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Magic that most sharply exploits the gaps of Great Demons who have many restrictions precisely because they stand at the highest place.
Shadows are originally supposed to be such beings.
Twisted in filth and vulgarity, achieving their purpose even if they themselves disappear in the end.
At that moment he felt a strange emotion.
Е n̈ŭm а. і̄ d̃
It was the feeling that came when he realized the principle of 'Shadow and Self as One' that Lucy Philias had told him about.
The feeling that it unquestionably exists, touching his fingertips.
Whether it's the sensation of being thrown into a cruel fate,
Or breaking that fate and heading toward a new future.
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He needed to verify it, but Ferda had no means to do so.
'Marriage......'
W̃ е b̂ n̂о́ ṽ е̃l Е̃.nū m а
When he heard those words, he was truly happy.
But that was where it ended.
Ferda traced how his Red Circle had grown.
When he first saw her, his heart raced.
When he saw her valor in battle, he felt attraction again.
When they held hands, it felt like fireworks exploding.
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When she proposed an embrace, he couldn't sleep properly from the trembling.
Now she said let's get married.
They would formally become husband and wife, consummate the marriage, and she would be able to come even closer.
'What I wanted most.'
Because it was what he had longed for so much, he was happy.
But that was the end.
W е̃ bn о̆ vеl̆ Еǹ ūm̆ ã
The Red Circle didn't move.
'Why?'
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Just as the sun rises and eventually sets,
Because he knows the end of love is death.
As much as she rejoiced, she would grieve.
'Before she gets hurt even more......'
Ë n̄umа̀.і̀ d̆
Ferda's body flinched violently.
"What the hell am I thinking......"
Valdrova is Valdrova.
He fell for her appearance, decided to live for her, so why was he trying to act selfishly?
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I just need to exist for Valdrova.
The moment she becomes happy will become my happiness.
W̆е́ b̊ ṅо̃ vе l̆ Ё n ùṁа
Let me discard selfishness.
Focus on the present me and find a way to counter Gokma again.
How do I kill Gokma?
"Ugh."
That was when it happened.
He felt a foreign sensation wedge into Ferda's mind.
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That foreign sensation was familiar.
It crept up, trying to erode him.
Ferda opened his eyes.
Behind Ferda there was a candle.
Through that candle he stretched his shadow long, filling the wall.
Normally it would have been just an ordinary shadow.
Ẅе b nоv_е̊ l Ěn̄u m̌а
But right now it was different.
It was heterogeneously dark, so much so that even Valdrova's portrait hanging on the wall couldn't be seen.
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Soon, in Ferda's eyes it took on an unbelievably clear and heterogeneous form.
'A dragon......'
It had the form of a dragon, glaring at this place.
The pitch-black darkness pointed to one thing.
Е̇n ū mа̃ .і̇_d̃
'Godwin......'
That darkness crawled out on its own, messed up his five senses, and tried to kill Ruri on its own.
He couldn't even get angry.
That existence was overwhelming even Ferda's emotions.
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He was powerless.
Someone embraced Ferda from behind.
Еn ǔ m̈ă . іd
-My love......
Sierra's whisper wet his ears.
Her hand wrapped around his neck, her breath aimed at his ear, but her two eyes weren't directed at Ferda.
Naturally.
Sierra only wished for Ferda to be unhappy.
He could now understand well enough what result that unhappiness would lead to.
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What she wants is that.
The dragon Ferda thinks is a hallucination.
-Not much time left.
The thing he had thought was his mother said that.
* * *
Ferda checked the special task force one last time.
Е̌ n ü m̃ a
This sortie wasn't mainly about stopping Mesabosk and exterminating the demons.
'Olivia.'
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Rescuing Olivia Arken.
Before the demons could use any tricks, before Valdemar could snatch her first, rescuing her.
For that he organized the special task force, and its chief director was the woman right before his eyes.
"How many plans do you have?"
Е ñum̈ӓ .і̇d_
Skinny build, freckles, and an unpleasant smile.
The spear that pierces everything, Gae Bolg, spoke proudly.
She didn't stop checking her equipment.
"From A to ZZZ."
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"So practically none."
"Think whatever you want. This genius's brain is filled with things you guys can't even imagine? If I set my mind to it, I could wipe out everything here?"
Ŵ е̌ b n̄ оvе̌ l̀ Eň ù mâ
"Go ahead and try."
"Don't wanna. That's not fun, is it?"
The reason you guys are alive is purely because you failed to catch my interest.
Her gestures seemed to say exactly that.
Her notoriety was too high to dismiss it as mere bluffing.
And he had no desire to clash with her.
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'Whatever happens, I just need to achieve the objective.'
The objective was to safely extract Olivia and bring her to Ferda.
Getting inside the World Tree was hard enough, but escorting her safely was also hard.
For her who challenges the impossible, it was an extremely attractive prey, and she would gladly take on the challenge.
Gae Bolg kept checking her items, and then someone kicked the door open and entered.
"Bolg-bolg~ Look at this! This Super Penelope-nim has designed the Bunny Swallows uniform for Gae Bolg!"
Еn̈û m̂ а̀ . іd
She showed clothes based on a bunny girl that were just as embarrassing as what she herself was wearing.
Gae Bolg burst out laughing at the sight.
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"Wow, super lame!!"
"What did you say, you bastard!! Clothes made directly by Super Fashionista Penelope-nim are something women are dying to wear but can't!"
Surprisingly, there was no lie in those words.
Ferda looked at her with a pathetic gaze, and only then did Penelope notice Ferda's presence.
Ŵ_е̌ b̆ ǹ о̃vе̄.l Е̌n̈ um̄а̊
"Regent-nim, hello there?"
"You two get along well. Have you become that kind of relationship?"
"Huh? Ew, if you eat weird stuff you'll ruin your stomach. Like how a herring fallen on the road giving off a nasty smell is rotten, not fermented."
"But that's a delicacy."
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Gae Bolg giggling.
For Penelope, the standard seems to be Gae Bolg.
Ŵ еb̄nоv̄ е l̊ Ё n̆ ů m̌ а
For Ferda it was just amazing.
"Oh right, Her Highness talked about marriage, right? Congratulations! Now all that's left is truly becoming one!?"
"....."
"Why that expression? You didn't know I'd obviously tell you since Her Highness and I stick together?"
When Ferda's face seriously crumpled, Penelope subtly enjoyed that expression.
"I know even more than Ferda-nim? For example, to make a really pretty bra I sneakily measure the size with a tape measure, place my hand on that luscious fruit and heheheheack! It's a lie! I'll confess! I'll confess everything!!"
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"Not needed."
Ferda twisted her wrist as the price for her frivolous behavior.
Crack!
"Kyaaaack!!"
A beast's howl completely unrelated to seduction burst out.
"My wrist!! My wriiiiist!! But is it really broken? It's broken! Kyaaaaaack!!"
E ǹ u m ā
Penelope looked at her limp hand hanging down, then repeated wailing.
'I really want to kill her.'
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Even though she was Ferda's fiancée, mentally the comfortable one had to be Penelope.
Even if her nature was lewd and frivolous, she was the only woman who treated Valdrova most casually, so it was only natural she opened her heart to her more.
Ferda just didn't like that.
Reluctant to admit it, but he was jealous.
W̆ѐḃ nǒv̆е̃ l Ӗnùm̄a
Shortly after, Penelope's wrist returned to normal.
With demon-like regenerative power, she teared up, waved her returned wrist around, and checked if the bone had knitted.
"Oh right, can I sing a congratulatory song when you get married?"
Ferda was fed up.
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Whether he was or not, Penelope kept blabbering.
"Admiring Her Highness Valdrova's beauty, I composed a song titled 'I Even Thought About Marrying You!', and now I'll let you hear a preview."
Wе b n о̂ v е́ l Ēn̆ u mа́
"....."
"Woo, I even thought about marrying you—!"
"If you flap your trap any more, I'll really kill you."
Not joking, he tried to twist her neck this time, but she shut her mouth like a ghost.
The reason she's still alive despite carrying a Great Demon's Life Vessel in her body must be thanks to that uncanny sense.
'So she's needed for the operation?'
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Gae Bolg selected the people needed for the operation and demanded them from Ferda.
Ferda had no veto power.
That was the condition she'd set from the start.
She demanded three people.
Garnet Swallow, who became the Ambu Leader.
Sitri's child, Penelope.
Ӗ n ũṁa. і d
And the remaining one was......
Surprisingly, not Jed.
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"Still, you included Jed."
"That dark-skinned bitch Garnet and this bitch here, both have good abilities so they insisted they absolutely had to come?"
She pointed at Penelope with her chin.
"Actually they do."
Еñ ũm̈ ӓ_.і̀ d
"Right, abilities are outstanding. How good are their night skills that two bitches lose all judgment? Looking like a gigolo, he'll seduce two women and then bite their necks?"
"Doesn't seem to like him much."
"No reason to like him?"
Gae Bolg sneering and spouting insults without hesitation.
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She was right.
"What about the other three?"
Еn̈um̂ а̀ . іd̈
"Pretty decent humans. That woman Garnet is easy to use, and Penelope is just funny."
Must be the type that makes her laugh just thinking about it.
"Does that help with this operation?"
"My, a gloomy world needs a ray of humor, doesn't it?"
Garnet is easy, Penelope is funny.
He thought the reasoning was quite nasty.
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"Then this guy?"
He asked, tapping the remaining name.
"I knew just by looking at him."
She answered with an even more wicked smile.
"Felt like he'd be perfect as bait."
"Hmm......"
Ĕń u ṁа̂ .і̊ d
Well, it wasn't incomprehensible.
The person himself agreed, and now all he could do was pray it goes well.
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Ferda gestured at the object she'd been fiddling with for a while and asked.
"So this is your operation vehicle?"
"Right! Name's Bunny Buddy!"
At the words "rabbit friend," looking at the car's appearance again, it did look sleek and somewhat rabbit-like.
É n̄ u m̌а
"Threw stable output to the dogs, instead it became a terrifying bastard that moves like a wild horse based on insane speed and braking power!"
True to a woman crazy about firepower, she prioritized explosive speed over endurance.
Vernel evaluated it as no different from wearing self-destruct magic on your body.
He said absolutely never to ride that thing.
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'Since what they pursue is different, opinions can only differ.'
Ferda dismissed it as a simple difference of opinion.
Wë b ǹ о̊ v̇е l̂ Е̌n ü m̊ а
"Then let's test the thing our honey made."
Gae Bolg handed Ferda a brick-like object.
It was a tool called a radio.
The magitech radio was a tool for long-distance communication similar to telepathy with mages.
'It was unique.'
It was a tool based on telepathy, but communicated in a different way from a mage's telepathy.
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Normally the basis of telepathy is transferring thoughts.
The higher the circle, the more complexly those thoughts are encrypted, so even if someone wiretaps, they can't understand or get fed false information.
But even that system ultimately has patterns, so to high-circle mages it's just a petty trick that gets cracked immediately.
The radio was different.
It had a structure that sent and received in the form of wavelengths, not thoughts.
To current mages, there's no decryption method, so it would just feel like buzzing mana flow.
W eb̄ n̄о́ v̄ е̃ l̃ Eňu m̂ а̇
If he hadn't come back from the future, he would have ignored and looked down on magitech, wondering if this even works.
'That's why we can communicate secretly.'
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It would strike at the blind spot of Valdemar's obsession with Olivia.
Ferda was certain of that.
Gae Bolg, who had moved far enough away, turned on the radio.
A red light popped on the radio in Ferda's hand, and a crackling sound rang out.
É n u m а . і̌d̂
Soon Gae Bolg's voice rang out.
There was a lot of static, but not to the point of being unintelligible.
-20-year-old virgin.
"I hear you well."
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-Good. Now I gotta check the reception range roughly.
She returned as if nothing happened and shamelessly got on the Bunny Buddy.
Е n̄.u̇ m а̄ ._і ḋ
"A drive? Me too!"
Penelope, not losing in shamelessness, got in the passenger seat.
While Gae Bolg started the engine, Penelope took something out of her pocket and put it on her ears.
Then she struck a pose for Ferda.
"Regent-nim, how do I look?"
"What's that?"
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"These are called sunglasses! This is going to be an amazing must-have item! Hestia Trading Company's new luxury product!"
"Must-have item?"
"You don't even know that? It's a neologism referring to an item you absolutely must have!"
".....Who would use that?"
At least among people Ferda knew, there was no one.
"Well, they will from now on! Because I'll make it so!"
W ё b̌ň о̊ vе̂l̆ Е̃n ü ṁ ã
She thrust up her thumb with a confident expression, and there's nothing that boils killing intent more than that.
'I hope it goes bankrupt.'
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Why does everything she touches suspiciously do well?
If she just slips up once, I'm confident I'll properly tear into her, but she rarely slips.
Such a tenacious bitch.
Bang bang!
E ñùm ӓ
Rumbleee!!
At the end of complex operations, the Bunny Buddy's engine ignited.
From the headlight section, light poured out like a maddened monster's eyes.
"Then let's go!"
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"Unnie, run! Woo-hoo!"
The two women screamed and started racing toward the forest.
Е n̄ům̀ а̃ . іd
Ferda held the radio quietly, and soon a voice was heard.
-Regent-nim.
It was Penelope.
"What?"
-Right now, Regent-nim probably can't touch me, right?
"What trick are you trying to pull?"
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-I'll sing 'I Even Thought About Marrying You!' that I said I'd sing as a congratulatory song right now.
".....Don't do it."
-Woo! I even thought about marrying youuuu!!
She really did it in the end.
The lyrics were terribly shitty, but the melody was unnecessarily sweet.
Without interference, she successfully finished the whole song.
Е̄nu ḿ а
-Ah, refreshing. Finally got to let both bride and groom hear it. Nihahaha!!
Let me kill her.
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The moment she returns, I'll twist her neck and throw her to Sitri.
My regrets end with this.
Whether Ferda's sticky killing intent didn't reach the radio, a brazen voice rang out again.
-By the way, there's a lot of stuff here? Huh? What's this button? 'Mood-enhancing Button♥'?
W̊е̇ b́ ňо̌v е́ l Еn üm̊ ȧ
-It's exactly what it says, a button that makes you feel good. How about it? Don't you want to feel good with me?
-Hehehe, our skinny lady had a sensual side. Let's see how good it feels. Here, press—.
After that, no sound was heard from the radio.
Instead, from the direction they were heading, a huge explosion sounded along with purple smoke rising.
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It was the self-destruct button.
