Chapter 73
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Hetairoi (2)
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“Grahhh!”
The Hetairoi that appeared out of nowhere had a bizarre form.
It looked like a frail old man without a single strand of hair, its back hunched severely. Its nails were grown out razor-sharp.
And because it hadn’t seen much light, its skin was a sickly gray.
“Grah, grahhh!”
The old-man Hetairoi flung aside the corpse of the robe it had bitten into and backed away momentarily. With more people than expected, it seemed to be thinking of fleeing.
“Don’t let it get away!”
“Uwaaah!”
But no one just stood by and watched. Three robes, enraged by their comrade’s death, charged at the old-man Hetairoi.
“Bind it!”
Clink, clank. Black chains extended from their rings. The old-man Hetairoi was bound in an instant and sent tumbling to the floor.
Magic, as expected. Even if it was low-grade, it could subdue in one shot.
“We have to sever its neck in one go! Hetairoi have tenacious life force.”
“Got it!”
The remaining seven robes swarmed forward. They raised their menacing weapons high.
“Smash it!”
They brought them down mercilessly on its neck, one after another.
“Kieeeek, kieek, glurk...!”
Designed to withstand even bullets, the Hetairoi couldn’t survive endless blows to the neck while restrained.
The indiscriminate battering lasted about five minutes. A crunch echoed from its neck. Soon, it would never breathe again.
“Hoo, hoo...”
“W-we did it! We took it down!”
“Ugh... damn, it’s tough.”
Even in a one-sided assault, killing it was no easy feat due to its inherent durability.
Hm. But why was this thing here? I didn’t even remember creating it.
‘And it was full of mana, not maki.’
Hetairoi were lumps of flesh made by forcibly infusing humans with maki. They naturally reeked of that foul energy even at rest.
Yet this one was brimming with mana instead of maki.
What could be the reason...?
‘They said these got White’s blood. What’s that bitch up to?’
...She didn’t seem the type. As far as I knew, White was the kindest of the magical girls.
She donated most of her earnings to medical groups and used her powers to serve countries worldwide.
It had to be the Fairy Queen’s doing. That wench knew no mercy.
“Uwaaaak! What the hell are these things?!”
“Aaaak, grrrk! Aaaak! M-my neck’s bitten! Someone help!”
Then screams came from the stairs. There was more than one.
“This is bad...! Everyone outside, get in here now. Staying out there means total annihilation.”
“Uh... what about the ones on the stairs?”
“Too late.”
Crunch! The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out. The screams cut off. It meant the girls on the stairs were wiped out.
“At least four of them. If you use magic properly, they’re not unbeatable.”
“Y-yes? Lady Black, you’re not stepping in...?”
“If I do, mana residue will linger. Then Isiwoos will track the club down.”
I already have. Well, Black still thought I was some masterful fabrication. That explained her words.
“Grrrh...!”
“Uwaaaah!”
Two robes who’d been surrounding the first floor rushed inside. The rest were surely dead.
The problem: they’d dragged in two Hetairoi with them.
“Bind them!”
Clink, clank! Black chains shot out fiercely. One Hetairoi, leaping to catch the fleeing robe, was ensnared.
“Graaah!”
“Grr!”
“Ignite!”
“Hey, wait! Not that!”
One robe girl thrust out her hand, activating the ring’s magic. The air warmed as a small fireball floated up.
‘Fireball.’
Red’s magic, wielding the Power of Passion—no surprise there.
Unlike other magical girls, Red still favored this beginner spell.
Simple, but it scaled with mana: higher input meant hotter, wider blasts. She’d massacred tens of thousands with one once.
Anyway, this fireball was baseball-sized. Fired by someone without mana, its power was pitiful.
“Dieee!”
Fwooom!
The fireball hit the Hetairoi dead-on, erupting in flames. They were swallowed by fire in seconds.
“Glurk! Grrrk!”
“Kieeeek!”
“You idiot! What’s shooting a fireball indoors?!”
“W-well, if we don’t, we all die anyway... It’s fine!”
The fireball packed a punch. The bound Hetairoi disintegrated.
The one beside it... Huh? Why’s that one fine?
“Grrrh!”
“What?! It took a fireball at that range and it’s alive?!”
“Magic! Hit it with magic!”
The direct hit left not even bone fragments, but the other survived unscathed.
“Graaaah!”
Letting out a beastly roar, it raised its hand. A red-gemmed ring gleamed on its finger.
“Wh-what?!”
“This is...”
Black grabbed my nape, yanking me back and shielding me.
“Why does that bastard have a riiing...”
A massive flash engulfed everything. Boom! Intense heat radiated outward.
The flames spread instantly, consuming the whole building. It turned the already-burning structure into an inferno.
‘Gonna make headlines as an arson case.’
But I was unharmed. Black’s protection helped, and honestly, maki reinforcement let me tank this laughing.
“Damn it. Things got messy. Elite squad wiped out here... I can mass-produce more, but my reputation’s taking a hit.”
The other robes perished in that blast. They turned to ash in under a second, without a scream.
“Grroh!”
“Hah, wasn’t planning to fight today... Tch, annoying.”
The fireball-shooter stood unfazed. It wouldn’t spam fireballs, apparently—now charging at Black.
“Graaaah!”
“Gra!”
“Grrrh!”
As it roared, another Hetairoi burst through the ceiling from hiding. Black was sandwiched, yet calm.
“Grrroooh!”
The front one lunged. Flames everywhere? It didn’t care.
Simultaneously, the rear ones closed in silently. Sharp nails aimed to shred Black’s flesh!
“I hate breaking a sweat.”
Crack! A sharp impact. Black punched the front one’s face first.
Its features crumpled like hammered steel. Dead instantly—no need for a second blow.
Then she spun backward. The pair still mid-leap.
‘Damn fast.’
Maki-enhanced eyes barely tracked her overwhelming speed. The airborne duo met the same smashing fate.
“Done.”
Three instant kills in under a second. Why not step in from the start...?
Sure, she hated sweating, but her subordinates deserved care.
“Hm, all cleaned up now.”
Cleaned up? The place was ablaze. Corpses littered around, sirens wailed.
Total chaos fit better.
“Hoo... Damn, thought it’d be easy. Wasn’t. So annoying...! Haah, I’m beat.”
She hadn’t even tried hard. Didn’t use mana at all.
Residue worries... She deliberately held back, clearly.
“Blood splattered, body aches... Aaah, exhausted. Need a quick rest somewhere.”
“Rest...? Not heading back now?”
“Yeah, need to rest. Hm, motel nearby. You’ll service me there.”
Service now!?
She’d just lost twenty chatting subordinates moments ago.
Acting like it was no big loss—like disposable junk!
Cold-blooded psychopath? Or just dick-obsessed slut?
‘Did she hold back on purpose for this? Needed witnesses gone for sex.’
Then just finish quick and suggest somewhere private.
...Was she hiding some motive?
“Sick of this crap... Let’s hit the motel quick.”
Black muttered, grabbing my wrist and strolling off slowly.
Swept in a whirl of questions, I couldn’t think—only follow her lead.