Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Madness's Perspective
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On the day I take my one day of rest per week,
my Sovereign finally declared her entry into the tournament, and I watched from behind her.
Having observed her efforts more closely than anyone else during that time, I harbored a small wish that she would achieve results accordingly,
yet I had to admit once more that her condition was steadily deteriorating.
Originally, our bodies are composed of mana.
This world, where mana is exceedingly scarce, was not a suitable place for us to be active.
The moment our mana-composed bodies set foot in this world, they scattered into nothingness.
Before our consciousness fully dissipated in that process, we succeeded in clinging to existences of this world to prolong our lives.
However, this absurd environment with virtually no mana was pushing us to the brink.
Our minds were on the verge of collapse.
It was no different from a lack of oxygen reaching the brain.
I don't know how much longer my Sovereign or I can hold out.
As time passes, our minds weaken, and I can feel this body's memories encroaching upon our consciousness.
Staring at my Sovereign, who wore various expressions while gazing at the monitor, I hardened my own face.
My Sovereign was never one to smile easily.
She rarely expressed proper emotions, let alone laughter.
She wasn't the type to reveal her feelings so frequently.
The memories of the body she now inhabited were mixing with her consciousness, causing these changes.
The Sovereign who first unified the Demon Realm, where competition, strife, conflict, and war raged endlessly.
The undisputed sole king of the Demon Realm.
For such a being to be affected by mere residual memories in a girl's body—not even her mind—signaled the gravity of the situation.
"I must serve her."
As time flows, my Sovereign's mind will gradually be eroded,
and as time flows, the body's memories will claim an ever greater share.
By the end of that process, it will be unclear whether to call it my Sovereign or the body's original owner,
but the fact that I must serve my Sovereign remains unchanged.
Next week, I'll definitely confront the owner of her workplace.
I can't do anything about mana, but I can engage in economic activity to care for my Sovereign.
Lips pressed firmly together, I renewed my resolve.
The chicken we received this time—a luxury item—was truly delicious.
I, too, will repay my Sovereign with chicken.
"...This body's memories desire it as well."
The body's memories aligned with my goal.
"Did you see that! Mad... Sister!"
Suddenly, my Sovereign shot up from her chair, looking proud as she turned to me, and I naturally clapped and nodded.
"Splendid play."
"Right? Stopping their movements with just a few tears—my acting was impeccable!"
I swallowed the words I hadn't said since last time—that my Sovereign was never one to shed tears—and applauded sincerely.
"Next time, I won't hold back? You fools frozen by mere tears—what idiots. Don't dress up your stupidity as mercy."
Watching her playfully stick out her tongue at the monitor stirred an inexplicable feeling in me.
I wanted to say she never mocked opponents that way before, but I held back as always.
She was so different from the Sovereign I knew.
Yet, she was undoubtedly the Sovereign I must serve.
So, I simply accepted it.
No matter her actions or words, she is my Sovereign.
I must never forget that, and I must never act rudely by forgetting it.
To applaud and serve—that is all I must do.
As I inwardly reaffirmed my duty, my Sovereign raised one hand high and declared,
"Sister... watch as I seize victory once more and prove myself at last."
"I believe in you."
Scratching my cheek as I watched her sit back down, flushed with excitement from my cheer, and place her hands on the keyboard.
This body's memories make my Sovereign seem utterly adorable.
Something was clearly wrong—terribly wrong—yet I had no way to fix it.
Helplessness washed over me, mingled with a faint trace of pleasure.
"That said, if you plan to do internet broadcasts from now on..."
Some proper promotion would be necessary.
This tournament was a good opportunity to make her known, but the stage was too small, with clear limitations.
Even with those limitations, I couldn't just sit idle, and fortunately, I had photos of my Sovereign's graceful form.
"If I post them appropriately where everyone can see, it should promote her well."
I planned to upload to several places, but first logged into the community she frequented, posting along with a photo of my Sovereign sleeping soundly.
I diligently replied to each comment, ignoring petty insults or sexual harassment, and the reactions were better than expected.
It seemed her built-up favorability in this community was paying off.
Or perhaps some came to spew abuse but changed their minds upon seeing the photo.
What did it matter?
As long as the results were good.
Thanks to the promotion, the effect was immediate.
Checking her broadcast on my phone, the viewer count had jumped from 21 to 27.
Ah, just now another one joined—28.
If luck holds, we might even hit 30.
"Thirty isn't bad."
Ten is tough, twenty is iffy.
But from thirty, word of mouth can spread—minimum conditions met.
Even judging the girl's appearance my Sovereign now wears by human standards of allure, it's exceptional—a definite plus.
We both know appearance can be a great weapon.
However, no matter how outstanding or attractive, beauty only realizes its value when seen.
Thus, my task was obvious.
Make my Sovereign recognized by humans.
Just make them aware somehow.
Recognized beauty will find its value on its own.
In that sense, the photo in my promo post was bait.
Someone would save it, then upload it somewhere else.
And it would spread gradually.
A 'plain' photo wouldn't stand a chance, but I had no doubt it wouldn't be.
My Sovereign's current form was that appealing to humans.
The photo would spread, and spread further.
Of course, it might end up in wrong places along the way.
Humans are inherently wicked.
But that doesn't matter.
No matter where or how it's used, the more it's recognized, the more viewers her broadcast will draw.
In my view, this beats spamming promo posts everywhere.
Nodding, I pocketed my phone and gazed at my Sovereign's back.
The tournament was nearly over.
Just then, my Sovereign turned her head to look at me and spoke,
"Sister!"
I responded with applause.
"Splendid."
"I... lost..."
Silence fell instantly.
My Sovereign's voice trembled with sobs.
"The money... I have to pay it back... What do I do..."
...Yeah, tell me about it.