Chapter 195
Chapter 195
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 195
Chapter Title: Epilogue: Mad Sorcerer (White)
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Struck by the severe mental shock from Yuna's verbal assault, I slumped in my wheelchair like a wilted radish. The wound to my heart was profound.
Seeing me groan pitifully, Yuna fidgeted anxiously before carefully removing her hand from her mouth.
"...I hate you!"
"Kaaaaah!!"
Her mouth fired off another death beam. Yuna clapped her hand over it in shock once more. I writhed in agony.
They say if you can take one hit, the second comes easier. This time, I could endure it. Under the law of double negatives, "hate" could be interpreted as "love," right?
"It's escapism, Mima. What happened with the Magic Tower Master?"
"Hate... no."
Gazing at Yuna, lost in her uncontrollable barrage of hate missiles, I slowly pieced together a hypothesis. I had my suspicions.
"See, Pingbalrez... how does the Magic Tower Master look to you?"
"Like she's slightly unhinged mentally, perhaps."
"No, I mean her appearance."
"Cute and lovel... adorable."
Pingbalrez didn't seem to grasp the point of my question, so I asked more directly.
"How big are the Magic Tower Master's breasts?"
"Around a B cup, I'd say."
"That's the thing. They don't look that way to me. Like they fluctuate?"
"Pardon?"
Her form was ambiguous. At certain moments, they were huge; at others, modest. Simply put, she was in a superposition state.
Even asking the seniors and juniors of the Violet Magic Tower yielded varying eyewitness accounts of Yuna. Some saw small then big, others big then small, some a cool beauty ice queen...
At first glance, no common thread, but the observer's desires influenced it to some degree. Those into big breasts tended to see a voluptuous Tower Master.
Another trait: the better one's talent for Illusion Magic and resistance to it, the more accurately they perceived Yuna's true form.
Perhaps her sublimation played a role...
The petite Tower Master Pingbalrez saw was her normal form, closest to Yuna's essence. Her fable resistance let her see it that way.
To my eyes, with terrifying talent and resistance, she appeared quantum-like.
If I focused intently to grasp her entirely, it was petite 60%, busty 40%... in superposition. In daily life, petite dominated; in battle, busty surged.
But whatever the form, she was "Yuna," so I didn't take it too seriously. The ratios shifted, but nothing changed—conversation patterns, personality, speech—all pure Yuna.
I'd likened it to my own playful TS mode switches, but apparently, it differed slightly in reality.
"Hateee...!"
Each hate missile flickered her image briefly, busty percentage spiking to 95% before dropping.
A facet of Yuna I'd seen as the same person was seizing control to express "hate."
Why was this happening?
I didn't know. Only Yuna herself did. The old me would've ignored it, but now I was the resolved mad sorcerer.
Prepared to face Yuna's past and wounds, I planned to beg her to let me touch them. But her current state made that impossible.
"Shall we have lamb today?"
"Hate... no!"
"With me?"
"Like... no!"
The hate machine was mangling conversation itself. First, stem the leak and think. One more day of this, and I'd suffer irreparable emotional damage. I hated the hate.
When bug origins elude you, grind it out.
The difference between old me and new me. Roll back changes one by one to find the cause.
"So, Pingbalrez, I need your help. Let's be friends again. No ulterior motives—just a long-overdue lap pillow."
"...Being friends is fine, but that might be a bit."
"Just say no if you hate it, damn it...!!"
"I hate it!"
Not Yuna...!
Unfair. Both Pingbalrez and Yuna kept their distance. How could the world bully me like this?
Anger boiled inside. When smooth code breaks, it happens. Old me might've quelled it with post-graduation student module vibes, but now I had to face emotions.
Staring down inner rage, I harbored dark thoughts of dream-stressing Roderus for relief.
Yuna leaped up with a hiss.
"Shaaaa!!"
"...!!"
Lightning inspiration struck.
What if?
"Alright, Tower Master. Let's play black and white. Tell me if you sense wicked intent. Here."
I bloomed my heart's color. Just enough malice to provoke.
"Kyak-kyak!"
Yuna chattered like a cat before prey.
I dyed my heart pitch black with malice. Ah, yandere dere too good. Gotta bleed. Blood-red would be so cute.
"Die-!! No, can't kill...?!"
Zwip! A Yuna death beam grazed overhead. Trajectory bent at the end, or it'd hit direct. I flailed in panic, quelling malice.
Meanwhile, Pingbalrez wheeled me away to save me but halted at the curve. That pleased me faintly.
This was it. Didn't know why, but trigger found.
Yuna's... self? Module? Something defensive. Extremely aggroed by my inner malice.
Yuna sensed and countered "that" in my head. Naturally, she knew its info and reason to block.
Considering it blackened hearts—a vile bastard—such sharp killing intent made sense. But now?
Before and after, "that" lingered in my mind.
Tolerated until now, but hate spam now? Because I accepted malice as part of myself? Judged as consumed?
Then, emergency patch.
I whitened my heart. Pure white paths cast no shadows. Drew up opposite-of-malice gentleness to cover stains.
Yuna's mysterious ferocity ebbed. Patch working. I painted more white.
Shame, reluctance, negatives washed away; dreams, love, hope—sugar lumps—remained.
At a threshold, click.
Switch flipped up.
"...Hoo, fuu."
Narrowly almost blasting the mad sorcerer with a Yuna death beam unintentionally, Yuna pressed her trembling hand and caught her breath.
He wouldn't die from it, but she'd have sidelined him in bed for a day. Horrific enough.
Feeling her heart pound wildly in shock, Yuna spoke to herself. Why snap like that? Everything was fine.
Truth: slight jealousy from his progress with Yuri. Sulky, sure. But no need for aggression.
Yuna and mirror-Yuna were one body. They'd nearly perfectly fused over time, practically identical now...
This "difference" was unprecedented.
To her monologue, mirror-Yuna spoke.
-Can't you feel it? Just now, he got devoured. His eyes reeked of those guys.
Illusion. Must be. And he warned, "Let's play black and white." Proof he's in control.
-That control proves he was devoured. Suppressed till now, finally eaten. Our laziness. Our indecision.
Couldn't shove "that" into Envers or Roderus sessions... Might've angered him.
-Better hated and accelerated removal. Look at his changed eyes. He's morphed into a completely different being—
"Hello."
The sorcerer's casual remark revealed the shift.
"...".
-... .
"Um. Sorry, everyone... seems I startled you. It's okay. Deep breaths, calm down... can you hear my story?"
Gentle, soporific tone. Soothing voice, soft smile.
Pingbalrez paled, grabbed the mad sorcerer's cheeks, twisting to check for wounds.
"D-Did... a beam graze you? Your head?"
"No, I'm fine, Yuri. Thanks for worrying. No need to panic. Sorry for scaring you."
"Tower Master, Mima... seems off."
"That might hurt his feelings... Yuri, your hand's chilly. Cold hands warm hearts, but maintaining body temp's healthier. Mind if I warm it?"
And the mad sorcerer smiled like a flower deer, pressing her cheek to his hand, rubbing gently atop hers.
Boom. Yuri's emotional dam burst. She retreated like phantom shift to the lab corner.
Barely held expression, but racing heart and flushed ears uncontrollable.
The once-stoic guy pulling tricks? Overwhelming.
Neutralizing Pingbalrez, the mad sorcerer rose from the wheelchair, approaching next target Yuna cautiously.
"If you still kinda... hate me a bit. I won't approach. But I miss being close. Been too long apart. May I come beside you and talk?"
"Uh, u-uh... no, a bit of distance..."
"I want to explain properly. How much I like you, vow never to turn against you even if sky falls. Until it reaches you."
"Uu, uwaaah..."
Bombarded by endless gaze attacks, Yuna curled up, pleading inwardly.
Mirror, mirror—say you hate him quick. Can't handle "emotionally honest mad sorcerer"!
-I think he's great...
He was death-beaming earlier!
-That was super bad. This one's good.
Same person...?!
"Before explaining my state. Want you to know how much I love you. Some misunderstandings, but always grateful for your efforts for me, and—"
"Hiyaaaah!!"
The pure white flower-field sorcerer held Yuna 2 hours, Yuri 2 hours, Yuna again 1 hour.
How, where, why so good, lovable, attractive parts; accepted malice not surrender but struggle step; vowed diligence against anxiety—whispered nonstop.
Click.
Switch off.
Unfiltered sincerity backlash: extreme embarrassment floored the mad sorcerer. Thus.
Lab held three sprawled like overripe octopuses.
Urgent. Had to. Never expected this.
"Won't happen again. Know maxing it triggers... won't use again."
"Uh, u-uh..."
"...Yes. Be careful."
Silence.
Awkward silence flowed.
I patted my burning face skin, breathing steady. Today's events: Yuna's secret, my pseudo-fable control slip—minor mishap.
But pondering revealed depth.
Hyper-sensitive only to my malice. Pierced all mental barriers, direct sense.
Proof "that" in my head deeply entangled with Violet Magic Tower Master.
Not today, but soon hear from Yuna. Perfect—the ruckus cleared two weeks' subtle tension.
Yuna's sulk lifted. Bit with Yuri too.
Somehow, ego bruised.
Strictly, not fully me. I hesitated, then hinted.
"And... that time, mind giving a bit more? To Yuna, Yuri."
"...Huh?"
"Drunk confessions ugly. Rambling like that? Same as drunk-dialing. Proper worry, hesitation gives meaning. No, not saying that was confession..."
Took two tries to wrap the day's boldness.
"By the way, where's Espoir du Eternal Dark?"
"...Huh, yeah? Used in Nest raid op..."
Evil God-chan missing two weeks.
Finally noticed the disappearance.