Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Got Tricked
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‘I have to love Is somehow.’
As she entered the Magic Tower, Frellia resolved herself firmly.
Right now, she was in a state of ‘reversal’.
“No matter what…”
She had to somehow find a way to reverse the curse that her parents’ enemy had placed on her—a curse that flipped everything upside down—and get her revenge.
But that was impossible while under the influence of magic.
“Is!”
And so, Frellia went to the hospital room where Is was staying, wearing a bright, innocent smile.
“Mm-hmm, that feels nice.”
“N-No, um…”
“Sob sob…”
“...?”
She saw Ariana giving Is a lap pillow and a black-haired, red-eyed woman kneeling in the corner with her hands up, sniffling.
“...What are you two doing?!”
For now, that woman in the corner was a bit... no, extremely distracting, but Frellia plastered on a bright smile and headed toward Ariana and Is.
“F-Frellia!”
Is, embarrassed at being caught like this, flushed red and tried to sit up.
Ariana stopped him.
“No, Is. We agreed you’d rest fully this time, remember?”
Ariana gently pressed down on Is’s half-risen body with her hand.
Is couldn’t say anything and lay back down.
“There, there. Good boy.”
Ariana smiled softly at Is as he lay back down.
“Hmmm~ This won’t do.”
Frellia strode right up to Is.
She stood in front of him.
“Uh... Frellia?”
“Is, want to give me a kiss?”
“W-What?!?!”
After blurting it out, even Frellia herself was quite flustered, but she didn’t take the words back.
‘I want you. I need you.’
The people around her said her love was fake, but to her, these feelings were definitely love.
-Throb throb.
See? Just looking at him with Ariana made something inside her ache.
This had to be that ‘jealousy’ she’d read about in books.
So.
‘I have to make him mine somehow.’
Frellia had to get her hands on Is no matter what.
This might be her last chance.
And so, the move she pulled out was a kiss.
“Frellia? I-I appreciate the thought, but…”
“Aww? You’re turning me down?”
Of course, she knew his personality—he’d refuse.
But unfortunately…
-Grab.
“!!”
He had no choice in the matter.
Frellia suddenly grabbed Is by the collar and yanked him toward her, leaning in with her lips.
Is, who’d been receiving a lap pillow from Ariana, couldn’t defend properly, and their lips rushed toward each other.
-Chomp.
“Eh?”
“You crazy bitch!”
“Gyaack?!”
But just before their lips met.
-Thud!
“Urk…”
The black-haired, red-eyed beauty who’d been crying in the corner grabbed Frellia by the nape of her neck and yanked her back.
“...Hey! Who the hell are you to interfere?!”
Frellia shot up from her spot, looking annoyed.
The black-haired woman faltered for a moment at her question.
“I-I’m, uh... Ruin—n-no, um... uh…”
“You don’t have a crush on him? You like him?!”
“You crazy bitch!”
She flushed red and shrieked.
Frellia felt a slight sense of satisfaction watching her.
But contrary to Frellia’s expectations, the woman twisted her face into a demonic scowl and closed in.
“Huh?”
“You little shit, you think I like him? Him? You must be insane!”
Her fist flew at Frellia with blinding speed. Sensing the killing intent, Frellia activated magic in the blink of an eye.
-Whoosh!
The fist sliced through empty air, not Frellia.
“What a scary girl.”
She’d barely timed an illusion spell to shift the target point.
Frellia felt proud of her dodging self.
Behind her—
-Grab.
“Frellia? Care to have a little chat with me?”
“Ah.”
Ariana was smiling, but shadows darkened her face as she dragged Frellia away.
“Nooo~! Is! Save me!”
“Is, you rest.”
“I’ll go beat that bitch up too.”
The three vanished from the hospital room in an instant.
In the now-lonely room, someone rose with a crack of bones.
-Crack, crunch.
“Oof—alright. Looks like things are sorted out, so shall we resume caregiving?”
“...Shouldn’t you take care of yourself first…”
“Hm? Oh dear, my clothes got dirty. Can’t care for a patient in something this unsanitary, right? I’ll change and be right back.”
“No, your right arm’s still broken…”
“Hm? Ahaha! This’ll heal in no time.”
-Crack!
“See? All fixed. Now, I’ll change quickly and return!”
-Rustle rustle.
Lib High Priest made a brief but intense impression before vanishing.
“...Should I go too?”
Seizing the moment, Is grabbed his shotel.
-Step. Step. Step.
In the quiet back alley devoid of people, only my footsteps echoed.
‘The difficulty isn’t too high, so it should be fine.’
I was heading to a hidden passage in the back alley.
To find the passage I’d struggled to locate in the game, I wandered the area most similar to the game’s back alley. Soon enough, among the dingy, uneven brick walls, I spotted one particularly clean brick.
‘Found it.’
Naturally, this wasn’t an ordinary brick—it was a trigger to open the door to a secret space.
I gripped my shotel and twisted the brick slightly to the side.
-Creaaak...
With an unpleasant noise, the wall split open to both sides.
Inside, faint torchlight dimly illuminated the stairs.
-Step. Step. Step.
I descended the stairs without hesitation. The entrance behind me sealed shut, plunging the interior into deeper darkness.
I had to rely solely on the weak torchlight.
-Fwoosh!
Of course, as a holy knight, I invoked holy power to brightly light up the area.
The stairs were now clearly visible thanks to the holy power.
‘Why didn’t this work in the game...’
Probably a gameplay limitation, but in real life, nothing beat this method for me.
‘Nice and easy.’
I descended the stairs comfortably.
After going down and down for over ten minutes—
“Oh.”
At the bottom, I found a sinister door in the center with an iron skull embedded in it.
“Found it.”
Grinning widely, I approached the door and placed my hand on the handle.
[Reveal your identity!] The steel skull in the door’s center moved its mouth and demanded my identity.
‘In the game, it was definitely...’
[(Player Name) here.]
[(Class) here.]
It’s me.
A traveler who pursued wisdom, fled evil, and reached the end point.
Four options like that.
Obviously, the one that stood out, the longest fourth option, was the correct answer.
“A traveler who pursued wisdom, fled evil, and reached the end point.”
[Well said! May this old bones’ wisdom aid the traveler’s rest!] I recited the game option exactly, and the door swung open with a satisfied grin.
Stepping inside, a hoard of gold and jewels greeted me.
“Pass on the gold and jewels.”
They weren’t particularly important to me.
Money wasn’t an issue with my position as a direct holy knight anyway.
What I needed was an antique buried among that gold and jewels.
I headed straight to the pile and rummaged through it thoroughly.
“Nope. Nope, nope, nope, not this one... How about you? Looks similar...”
With the sheer amount of treasure, it took forever to search.
But as I kept digging, the item I wanted finally came into view.
“Oh.”
Parting the gold and jewels revealed the hidden item completely.
Its identity was...
“Rosaria of the Second Pope.”
A cross-shaped necklace, Rosaria.
This was the Rosaria worn by the Second Pope, Saintis Preya, an overpowered item that could nullify all black magic.
Ah, of course, it had the drawback of being single-use three times.
Still, its ability to purify all black magic was undeniably cheat-tier.
But right now, Rosaria was rusted and badly worn.
I brushed off the dust and pocketed it.
‘Infuse it with holy power, and it reveals its true form and binds to you.’
Once awakened, it bound to the user, but I wasn’t planning to use it myself.
Well, time to head back?
With a satisfied smile, I climbed the stairs for a long while and emerged outside.
“Reverse.”
In my ear, I heard a voice that shouldn’t have been there.