Chapter 127
Chapter 127
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: Epilogue: Evil Organization's 2nd Round Table Conference
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"We will now commence the 2nd Round Table Conference of the evil organization 'Legend of Devils'."
Thud thud thud.
Pingbalrez, dressed in a sharp suit, adjusted his glasses and opened the conference. The participants were as follows: me, who forgot all about extracting information and just enjoyed the session; the Mad Wizard (with up to 3 phases).
And the Violet Magic Tower Master, Yuna Yurensuto Violetiris, who also forgot about extracting information and just enjoyed the session.
Yuri Lanster, agent of the Imperial Defense Bureau, who forgot about extracting information and just enjoyed the session.
And finally, this year's outstanding employee, Espoir de l'Éternal Dark.
"You fucking bastards──!!"
"Watch your language."
"You fucking bastards──aaah!!"
"Goddamn it, I said watch your language!!"
Despite my gentle advice, the outer god flailed about like a puppy in distress, overcome with grievance.
No, was reforming one person and turning them into a decent human such a heartbreaking ordeal? Was it really that regrettable not to have beheaded fellow magical girls and plunged them into despair?
They knew nothing of the warm power of love and friendship. This was why extremists were so...
"It's not about the childish ending! You ruined everything I was trying to do! I worked so hard, promising to erase settings in exchange for the information I extracted...!!"
Pingbalrez tilted his head curiously at the pitiful outburst.
"What did Eternal Dark try to do?"
"Ah, when Lulu died, he tried to plant a backdoor in Roderus's shaken heart. He recited ten brainwashing codes that would turn him into a puppet, so I blocked it."
"Oh, at the end when the Five Great Beasts self-destructed? He tried to amplify the pain tenfold, package that moment's memory, implant it as a sort of mental bomb to trigger later for neutralization... I erased it."
"Uwaaaaaah──!!"
The outer god wailed in lament, rolling on the floor like his limbs had been severed and he was still being forced to work. Pity didn't stir in me at the pathetic sight.
Beep.
I could clearly see the reins in that guy's head.
He recognized the hierarchy and put on a show, but that wasn't female corruption defeat submission—it was 'I'll stab you in the back the moment I get a chance.' He wasn't fully tamed yet.
So those actions he claimed were for extracting information? Every single one reeked of ulterior motives. Why plant a backdoor for later when you could extract info from an emotionally unstable state right then?
It was like a burglar, with the door wide open, ignoring the cash to install a device on the window instead.
He probably planned something cute like escaping when the chance arose, body-hopping, or making Roderus go berserk up close to take my life.
That made preemptively blocking the spells with ironclad precision the right call.
Even the emotional Magic Tower Master watched with cold eyes. If he were truly wronged, our sweet Yuna would've freed him first.
"That must've been tough... Eternal Dark. It's troublesome when your boss loves playing around. I understand."
"Sniff...!!"
"There there, come here. Let me hold you warmly."
Pingbalrez hugged the outer god tight, soothing him while subtly signaling me with hand signs.
-I'll play good cop and feed him. Mad Wizard, you keep cracking the whip.
-Good cop bad cop? Too obvious, won't work.
-That's what you do—wing it.
We were a cheerful organization full of deceit, each trying to fool the other. And time was on our side.
By the time the outer god, still thinking he had an escape chance, worked hard enough for us to spot his sharp betrayal fangs... he'd be justice-corrupted like all the others who'd passed through my hands.
I loved watching wicked villains sink into ruin and despair.
As I watched Pingbalrez's hand slyly stroke the outer god's lower back, the Magic Tower Master tugged my sleeve and whispered.
"So, what are you really gonna do...?"
"About what?"
"Redburn... Should we just wipe him out blind? He bites people, even twice. Redburn would too."
"It's fine. No need to force it."
Yeah, it was fine.
Time was on my side—repeated for emphasis. Saying I had up to 3 phases wasn't a joke.
Based on ideas from fighting Roderus and practical data from the Tower of Trials, I was on the verge of securing summonable vanguards and rearguards anytime.
If I could just snag something like the Capital Knights' power armor.
After that, I was confident against most foes unless they had terrible matchup. I'd crushed magic parry users—what was there to fear?
Power source—mana capacity—was still an issue, but having the Magic Tower Master nearby solved it gradually. She fed me yawns regularly these days.
Gazing at my exuding confidence, the Magic Tower Master placed her hand on mine with worry.
"You know, the scary thing about parables is they're outside common sense."
"Outside common sense?"
"Yeah... Total power is fixed, sure. But there are counters that exceed it. Extreme example: a power super effective against black-haired 20-something guys. Could happen."
She meant be careful—a custom parable sniping me alone might send me to the Jordan River.
Actually, I had that covered too. Playing TRPGs, making friends, expanding connections—that thickened my defenses.
A blade made to stab wizards snaps easily on warriors. Pingbalrez would protect me then.
If individuals struggle against groups, worrying where black wizards might ambush? Gather people, form a group.
Players and I were loosely connected, right?
Can't befriend everyone, but align interests, weave stories—office colleagues at least.
"I already have something in mind—"
Beep beep.
The magic fax lit up. Official name's some magitech duplicate whatever, but it works like a fax.
People deliver forged imperial orders in person to avoid trouble, but for non-sensitive, informal info swaps, this.
I stopped mid-sentence and checked the printout.
Summary: A bluish, frilly-dressed girl beating up criminals in Crown Hall. Is this you, Mad Wizard?
"...Pingbalrez, you didn't report this yet, right?"
"No, not yet."
"So Second Prince suspects something weird and points at me first?"
"Honestly, can you blame him?"
Couldn't deny in good conscience.
Roderus's post-ending moves were unknown, so I'd been anxious. Luckily, it went well.
But a girl...?
I stiffened at the ominous possibility rising, voicing my dread. The Magic Tower Master shivered in agreement.
"We didn't give Roderus anything, right? Like a hologram projector."
"No, nothing. No way to anyway. It was dream-linked..."
"What if Roderus... can't forget the dream world's memories and..."
"...Crossdresses?!"
I'd ruined another life!
Better than a wizard-neck-chopping hobby, but pray no one finds out—especially Lulu. Good luck, Roderus.
As I mourned lost masculinity, lightning struck: an idea.
Lulu was fully justice-corrupted, loves Five Great Beasts.
Last scene: Lulu saw one's true form.
Roderus hates Redburn.
Pair them: odds Capital Knight Captain Kim Lulu thrashes Redburn?
"This is it."
Info extraction? Who cares—sublimation-grade talent inducement for a slam dunk!
Espionage is for weaklings. Drop sublimation bomb, no ashes left—no need for spies. Empire won't crumble from one shot, but...
At least won't scheme against me. They'd block their own wave first.
I outlined the plan; Yuna, fervent Odae-su x Lulu shipper, lit up with 120% enthusiasm.
"J-just pair them up?! Leave it to me...! I'll make it beautiful!"
Imperial Defense Bureau agent Yuri Lanster adjusted her glasses, lenses glinting.
"Hm. I have an idea too. Details after contact, but could link with the Bureau."
Magic Tower Master and Pingbalrez hashed out details, building the op smoothly. Binding Redburn with pure love.
Irid (Second Prince / Defense Bureau) - Kim Lulu (Capital Knights) - Roderus (Whistleblower).
Three against one!
I waved the printout in the outer god's face. Who was gonna nitpick forgetting info extraction? Behold this beautiful masterstroke!
"Outer god, look! It's done!!"
"Catching a rat stepping backward on a cow and calling it ~genius~!!"
"You're getting ten-character sound effects on your mom today."
"Uwaaaakkyungkyung!!"
While brutally grilling the outer god back into line, the other two finished prepping for Crown Hall dispatch.
"We'll be right back."
"Call if anything...!"
They boarded a carriage and left the academy briefly. For pure love and great cause.
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Finally alone after ages.
No Pingbalrez, no Magic Tower Master—had my office ever been this quiet? Thinking of sleeping alone tonight already felt lonely.
No, think positive. Solo time has its perks. We stuck too close usually.
Finally, personal free time. So, you know...
That secret, personal thing you can only do without prying eyes...
I stared at the outer god.
"......"
"W-why stare like that?!"
"You're gonna hang with me, Outer god."
You will become a transformation robot now.