My throat is choked up.
I was so shocked that I barely managed to control my voice, which was refusing to come out, and I managed to ask her a question.
“What did you just say?”
"Please kill me. It seems like you've kept Pembe alive all this time to blackmail me. Just kill him."
“...I don’t understand what you’re saying. I feel dizzy. I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Princess, I’m not joking.”
My tongue became stiff and my head felt dizzy, so I couldn't answer.
Cordelia, who was growing colder and colder as she watched me like that.
I tried to guess what on earth she was thinking.
But I couldn't understand it even a little bit.
You want me to kill Pembe? Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?! How could I kill Pembe!
I'm not saying I'm holding Pembe as a hostage or something.
And...
'I heard that if Pembe dies, it will also affect Pembe's original owner?'
I frowned as I remembered what Pembe had said before.
Pembe is in a strange state where the owner's black magic has weakened due to my capture, and the original owner's contract has naturally been terminated.
However, if Pembe dies, the original owner who had once made a contract will also have his lifespan greatly reduced according to the laws of the contract.
Besides, Pembe is not your average familiar.
He is a high-ranking familiar who can speak and use magic, so he will be in for a huge blow.
So, did Cordelia intentionally want to die by reducing her black magic and lifespan?
I looked the woman sitting in front of me up and down.
'Are you crazy? Or is there something else going on?'
“Princess, please do so.”
Cordelia was sincere as she urged and pleaded again.
Confused, I glared at Cordelia, then finally bit my lip and spoke fiercely.
"What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you doing? What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"
“...What is this? Is this a rejection?”
Cordelia's voice grew colder. She let out a short, deep sigh.
She bit her lower lip so hard that it turned pale, then glanced at the sword I had brought and placed beside the table, and snickered.
“You’re a wizard, but now you can use a sword too?”
Cordelia's sarcastic tone was very irritating.
'What is this? What am I supposed to do with this?'
Unable to bear it any longer, I bared my teeth threateningly.
“Why? Let me test how well I can wield a sword.”
I'm in love with Pembe.
I hated Cordelia so much for telling me to kill Pembe, so I held the hilt of the sword I had set up tightly.
"OMG!"
“Princess Argenthoz again?!”
“What’s wrong? Are you two trying to fight?”
The surroundings soon became noisy.
I guess I'm being a jerk again or something.
It didn't matter anyway.
If I don't do something about that crazy woman who's asking me to kill Pembe, I feel like lava will boil inside me.
As I continued to hold the sword handle and aim, Cordelia's green eyes wavered unsteadily.
Although she barely maintained a relaxed demeanor, she was fundamentally afraid of me.
What Liana said was true.
For some reason, I felt sorry for Cordelia, so I withdrew my hand, put down the sword, and tilted my head to the side.
“Hey, Princess Mare.”
Cordelia looks at me without answering.
"Am I funny? You're so serious about changing the subject to something like swordsmanship?"
"...Ha."
"Or are you curious about how much of a genius I am in this area? Do you like me that much? Then you should have said so sooner."
"Crazy."
"...Oh?"
Her expression became even more distorted as I admired Cordelia's quick learning ability, which returned the same insult I had given her.
Why are you getting so annoyed and making a fuss? It's a compliment.
Cordelia suddenly turned her eyes and looked around, then lowered her voice even further.
"Yvonne Argenthoz. Even if you learn swordsmanship and become an excellent swordsman, you still can't defeat 'the one above,' the highest-ranking black magician."
'What the hell is this?'
I frowned.
If you're talking about the one above, you're probably talking about Empress Giselle. But why can't I win?
I brought out my best acting skills and asked her with a calm expression.
“The one at the top? Who is that?”
“That is...”
I threw down the gauntlet, looking at her with a blank expression as she hesitated and hesitated, as if it was difficult to reveal it.
"And. Why should I have to overcome someone who's at the top or something? Why bother? I'll just date, eat well, and live well."
Really, in a tone that said I had absolutely no interest in that kind of thing.
I took a slouched posture like a lazy bum and twitched my ears.
But she smiled bitterly and looked at me pitifully.
"Love? Will you be able to date, eat well, and live comfortably as the Princess wishes? Most of the humans on the continent will die, living as slaves to demons?"
"What?"
"You don't know him. He entrusted everything to the devil, and the warlock he loved and cherished. Can a normal wizard or an ordinary person win? That's absurd."
Cordelia, who was looking me up and down as if evaluating me, tapped the table with her finger and pointed at me.
“It would probably be impossible even if all the wizards, including your father and the Magic Tower Lord, came in droves.”
Even our father impossible?
As the story became increasingly more unusual, I sat up straight, leaning back in my chair.
Cordelia doesn't seem like the type to lie.
What on earth did Empress Giselle do to become such a formidable warlock that the devil fell in love with her?
If I don't know anything, I don't know.
The grand schemes that Empress Giselle concocted in the glass greenhouse with her warlocks were certainly beyond the reach of ordinary warlocks.
Besides, that snake familiar called 'Omoko' was no ordinary one.
Seeing that Empress Giselle survived without any damage even after killing such a familiar, it seems certain that she is a formidable black magician...
I was in deep thought when she suddenly pointed at me again.
“But, you can.”
Cordelia's words, which she cannot understand.
I looked at her with bewildered eyes.
What? Me? Why? Why me.
"That's ridiculous. You said it wasn't allowed earlier? Seriously, you're not even joking. Are you teasing me?"
I was furious, bared my teeth, and clenched my fists fiercely.
I really wanted to punch that annoying Cordelia, but she quickly answered.
“Of course, it’s not possible now, but it will be possible if the Princess becomes a warlock.”
“Haha. Are you crazy? I decline.”
I refused her coldly and glared at her with annoyance.
The more I listen to it, the more speechless I become.
Cordelia's ultimate goal was to recruit me as a warlock?
But Cordelia didn't back down at all.
"You are a special person whose magical powers will multiply severalfold if you become a warlock, making you a great wizard. The warlocks, instinctively recognizing your potential, are preparing to recruit you, Princess."
"What? I know that, but... I'm the type that gets magical powers boosted when I become a warlock? What the...?"
My head was spinning and I was dizzy.
“Princess has the qualities to become a warlock.”
“Are you crazy? I’m the eldest daughter of the Argenthoz family, a renowned magical family.”
When I responded annoyedly, Cordelia snorted.
"Then what about me? I'm of the Mare royal family, renowned for their white magic. And, you probably heard the voice of the familiars, right?"
"... Yes?"
"You have this unusual constitution, hearing the voice of a familiar, even though you're not a warlock. Do you think this is possible for an ordinary wizard?"
Cordelia grumbled, but I had nothing to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
I wondered how she knew I was hearing the voice of my familiar, but I figured she might know, since she was the master of the familiar that was sent to kill me.
It's shocking.
I just thought it was because I was a special type or a genius.
'Damn it!'
Cordelia suddenly closed her eyes, then opened them again, and looked around with sharp eyes.
And she looked at me with a gloomy face and said.
“I guess we’ll have to stop here for today.”
"What, stop here! Tell me the end. What are you saying? So what do you want me to do?"
"If you want to save the world, become a powerful warlock, a great wizard, and kill him. Then, your beloved Duke of Iels and your family can live."
"Hey, you idiot. What the hell are you talking about! Then what am I supposed to do with being a warlock?"
"You can just quietly disappear later. If you're that righteous and unselfish."
She cut me off coldly, stood up elegantly from her seat, and put on translucent lace gloves.
"Yes. If you change your mind, please contact me. I'll help you. I won't lie. I'm destined to be twisted and destroyed anyway, so I have nothing to lose."
Cordelia's face looked sad as she muttered self-deprecatingly, but I had no capacity to care about her sadness.
“...Am I crazy? That won’t happen, so have fun and get along well with other warlocks.”
"Hehe. But, Princess? I'm sure you knew that yourself. As a warlock, you know... I vaguely sense a future where you become a warlock. Go home and think about it quietly."
Cordelia, who gave me a cute, almost unlucky smile, left the cafe, leaving me in a daze.
She passed through the Place Naciel and leisurely disappeared in a carriage escorted by waiting maids and servants.
I was so shocked that I couldn't even hear what people were saying.
What does this mean...?
Seriously, if I had known I would hear such an uncomfortable story, I never would have come out.
"Ha!"
I sighed deeply and just lay down on the table.
Of course, it's nonsense.
That can't be true.
I was so shocked that I barely managed to control my voice, which was refusing to come out, and I managed to ask her a question.
“What did you just say?”
"Please kill me. It seems like you've kept Pembe alive all this time to blackmail me. Just kill him."
“...I don’t understand what you’re saying. I feel dizzy. I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Princess, I’m not joking.”
My tongue became stiff and my head felt dizzy, so I couldn't answer.
Cordelia, who was growing colder and colder as she watched me like that.
I tried to guess what on earth she was thinking.
But I couldn't understand it even a little bit.
You want me to kill Pembe? Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind?! How could I kill Pembe!
I'm not saying I'm holding Pembe as a hostage or something.
And...
'I heard that if Pembe dies, it will also affect Pembe's original owner?'
I frowned as I remembered what Pembe had said before.
Pembe is in a strange state where the owner's black magic has weakened due to my capture, and the original owner's contract has naturally been terminated.
However, if Pembe dies, the original owner who had once made a contract will also have his lifespan greatly reduced according to the laws of the contract.
Besides, Pembe is not your average familiar.
He is a high-ranking familiar who can speak and use magic, so he will be in for a huge blow.
So, did Cordelia intentionally want to die by reducing her black magic and lifespan?
I looked the woman sitting in front of me up and down.
'Are you crazy? Or is there something else going on?'
“Princess, please do so.”
Cordelia was sincere as she urged and pleaded again.
Confused, I glared at Cordelia, then finally bit my lip and spoke fiercely.
"What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you doing? What kind of nonsense are you talking about!"
“...What is this? Is this a rejection?”
Cordelia's voice grew colder. She let out a short, deep sigh.
She bit her lower lip so hard that it turned pale, then glanced at the sword I had brought and placed beside the table, and snickered.
“You’re a wizard, but now you can use a sword too?”
Cordelia's sarcastic tone was very irritating.
'What is this? What am I supposed to do with this?'
Unable to bear it any longer, I bared my teeth threateningly.
“Why? Let me test how well I can wield a sword.”
I'm in love with Pembe.
I hated Cordelia so much for telling me to kill Pembe, so I held the hilt of the sword I had set up tightly.
"OMG!"
“Princess Argenthoz again?!”
“What’s wrong? Are you two trying to fight?”
The surroundings soon became noisy.
I guess I'm being a jerk again or something.
It didn't matter anyway.
If I don't do something about that crazy woman who's asking me to kill Pembe, I feel like lava will boil inside me.
As I continued to hold the sword handle and aim, Cordelia's green eyes wavered unsteadily.
Although she barely maintained a relaxed demeanor, she was fundamentally afraid of me.
What Liana said was true.
For some reason, I felt sorry for Cordelia, so I withdrew my hand, put down the sword, and tilted my head to the side.
“Hey, Princess Mare.”
Cordelia looks at me without answering.
"Am I funny? You're so serious about changing the subject to something like swordsmanship?"
"...Ha."
"Or are you curious about how much of a genius I am in this area? Do you like me that much? Then you should have said so sooner."
"Crazy."
"...Oh?"
Her expression became even more distorted as I admired Cordelia's quick learning ability, which returned the same insult I had given her.
Why are you getting so annoyed and making a fuss? It's a compliment.
Cordelia suddenly turned her eyes and looked around, then lowered her voice even further.
"Yvonne Argenthoz. Even if you learn swordsmanship and become an excellent swordsman, you still can't defeat 'the one above,' the highest-ranking black magician."
'What the hell is this?'
I frowned.
If you're talking about the one above, you're probably talking about Empress Giselle. But why can't I win?
I brought out my best acting skills and asked her with a calm expression.
“The one at the top? Who is that?”
“That is...”
I threw down the gauntlet, looking at her with a blank expression as she hesitated and hesitated, as if it was difficult to reveal it.
"And. Why should I have to overcome someone who's at the top or something? Why bother? I'll just date, eat well, and live well."
Really, in a tone that said I had absolutely no interest in that kind of thing.
I took a slouched posture like a lazy bum and twitched my ears.
But she smiled bitterly and looked at me pitifully.
"Love? Will you be able to date, eat well, and live comfortably as the Princess wishes? Most of the humans on the continent will die, living as slaves to demons?"
"What?"
"You don't know him. He entrusted everything to the devil, and the warlock he loved and cherished. Can a normal wizard or an ordinary person win? That's absurd."
Cordelia, who was looking me up and down as if evaluating me, tapped the table with her finger and pointed at me.
“It would probably be impossible even if all the wizards, including your father and the Magic Tower Lord, came in droves.”
Even our father impossible?
As the story became increasingly more unusual, I sat up straight, leaning back in my chair.
Cordelia doesn't seem like the type to lie.
What on earth did Empress Giselle do to become such a formidable warlock that the devil fell in love with her?
If I don't know anything, I don't know.
The grand schemes that Empress Giselle concocted in the glass greenhouse with her warlocks were certainly beyond the reach of ordinary warlocks.
Besides, that snake familiar called 'Omoko' was no ordinary one.
Seeing that Empress Giselle survived without any damage even after killing such a familiar, it seems certain that she is a formidable black magician...
I was in deep thought when she suddenly pointed at me again.
“But, you can.”
Cordelia's words, which she cannot understand.
I looked at her with bewildered eyes.
What? Me? Why? Why me.
"That's ridiculous. You said it wasn't allowed earlier? Seriously, you're not even joking. Are you teasing me?"
I was furious, bared my teeth, and clenched my fists fiercely.
I really wanted to punch that annoying Cordelia, but she quickly answered.
“Of course, it’s not possible now, but it will be possible if the Princess becomes a warlock.”
“Haha. Are you crazy? I decline.”
I refused her coldly and glared at her with annoyance.
The more I listen to it, the more speechless I become.
Cordelia's ultimate goal was to recruit me as a warlock?
But Cordelia didn't back down at all.
"You are a special person whose magical powers will multiply severalfold if you become a warlock, making you a great wizard. The warlocks, instinctively recognizing your potential, are preparing to recruit you, Princess."
"What? I know that, but... I'm the type that gets magical powers boosted when I become a warlock? What the...?"
My head was spinning and I was dizzy.
“Princess has the qualities to become a warlock.”
“Are you crazy? I’m the eldest daughter of the Argenthoz family, a renowned magical family.”
When I responded annoyedly, Cordelia snorted.
"Then what about me? I'm of the Mare royal family, renowned for their white magic. And, you probably heard the voice of the familiars, right?"
"... Yes?"
"You have this unusual constitution, hearing the voice of a familiar, even though you're not a warlock. Do you think this is possible for an ordinary wizard?"
Cordelia grumbled, but I had nothing to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
I wondered how she knew I was hearing the voice of my familiar, but I figured she might know, since she was the master of the familiar that was sent to kill me.
It's shocking.
I just thought it was because I was a special type or a genius.
'Damn it!'
Cordelia suddenly closed her eyes, then opened them again, and looked around with sharp eyes.
And she looked at me with a gloomy face and said.
“I guess we’ll have to stop here for today.”
"What, stop here! Tell me the end. What are you saying? So what do you want me to do?"
"If you want to save the world, become a powerful warlock, a great wizard, and kill him. Then, your beloved Duke of Iels and your family can live."
"Hey, you idiot. What the hell are you talking about! Then what am I supposed to do with being a warlock?"
"You can just quietly disappear later. If you're that righteous and unselfish."
She cut me off coldly, stood up elegantly from her seat, and put on translucent lace gloves.
"Yes. If you change your mind, please contact me. I'll help you. I won't lie. I'm destined to be twisted and destroyed anyway, so I have nothing to lose."
Cordelia's face looked sad as she muttered self-deprecatingly, but I had no capacity to care about her sadness.
“...Am I crazy? That won’t happen, so have fun and get along well with other warlocks.”
"Hehe. But, Princess? I'm sure you knew that yourself. As a warlock, you know... I vaguely sense a future where you become a warlock. Go home and think about it quietly."
Cordelia, who gave me a cute, almost unlucky smile, left the cafe, leaving me in a daze.
She passed through the Place Naciel and leisurely disappeared in a carriage escorted by waiting maids and servants.
I was so shocked that I couldn't even hear what people were saying.
What does this mean...?
Seriously, if I had known I would hear such an uncomfortable story, I never would have come out.
"Ha!"
I sighed deeply and just lay down on the table.
Of course, it's nonsense.
That can't be true.
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