The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play - Chapter 26 - Women's Battle Part 2

“Reincarnator hero, I don’t have time to chat with you right now.”

A chill ran from my toes to the top of my head all at once.

She slowly lowered me to the ground.

Those winter-deep eyes continued to look down at me.

If I said the wrong thing, I would die—I was certain of it.

[Player, let’s stop. You still can’t beat them. But if you survive here, you’ll become strong.]

“…”

[Become strong, and your wish will come true. …You understand, don’t you, Player?]

White.

Hair like fresh snow mixed with silk swayed gently.

Eyes that held the dark winter sky looked down at me.

“…You will survive. For our king’s path.”

“Ki-ng…”

Who?

I was just about to ask when—

“Hihihihihi. Skillful, aren’t you, weapons? To think you’d all protect them so splendidly… Hmm, this looks bad for me. That skill, that combat power—it rivals the Seven Swords and Seven Sages who stand on the public stage.”

“Don’t think you can escape, Grelod. I have various things to ask you. About the gods’ apostles, about the gods… This world’s truth…”

“What do you plan to do after hearing it? Ah, pitiful little pieces. Hihihihi. I won’t die in a place like this. …But you know, weapons, you lot have become a bit weak in exchange for becoming refined.”

“””…”””

“Oh my, you’re aware of it? Hihihihi, ah, I can see your hearts… You lot are afraid… of the end that will come someday… Like beasts who have known the hearth’s warmth and can never go outside again… Are you scared of losing what you have? Did a man change you lot? —That man has terrible taste.”

“…Cheap provocation, but it seems to have had the proper effect.”

“…No need to correct you. I’ve lost the desire to chat with you. I’ll hear what you have to say after I’ve made you corpses.”

“Fuhehehehe, Master’s taste isn’t bad! …Huh? Master’s being insulted? That’s, that’s hate speech…!!”

A shiver.

My body screamed: Escape from here right now.

My heart whispered: Look.

Ah, I noticed.

“Why… why is everyone wearing our clothes…? Even though they’re our memories with that person, mine and that person’s…”

Just a hollow word that leaked out, one that shouldn’t have reached anyone.

But the situation began to move.

“Listen up, brats. I’ll lecture you on magic combat. Basically, the superiority and inferiority of us magic users is decided by the quality of our inherent magic, the quantity of our magic power, and the rank of our Gifts.”

“I don’t intend to listen to your class—”

“But you know, there’s one more thing you mustn’t forget. —Close combat.”

“—!?”

*CLANG!!*

A metallic sound.

The sound of claws and sword clashing.

I can’t follow it with my eyes.

Grelod, who should be an old woman, leaped at the white-haired knight with eye-blurring speed.

“A lesson for you greenhorns. I’ll show you the secret of magic power manipulation.”

“Which is…”

Sword and bare hands locked together.

“Magic combat, you know, isn’t sweet enough that mere geniuses and monsters always win, greenhorns.”

“—White! Clad yourself in curse power!! Defend!!”

The red-haired woman—the woman wearing †nana†-san’s combat clothes—shouted.

“Aether Shift.”

“—!!”

Black light burst forth.

A brightness that seemed to burn my eyes.

The pinnacle of magic combat technique, I’d heard in lectures.

One of several arrival points that those who mastered magic power could reach.

Magic power manipulation taken to the extreme pole—freeing life from the very concept of time.

What was passed down as secret techniques in certain faiths: transformation through magic power into forms surpassing one’s prime.

“It’s been a while since I took this form.”

A jet-black beauty clad in raven feathers.

The old woman was nowhere to be seen.

The wrinkles like a great tree’s rings had disappeared, replaced by moon-white skin.

That voice belonged to—

A hagraven.

I knew this as knowledge.

Magic users who lived for a long time would mutate.

Into dragons, monsters, witches—existences surpassing humanity.

Grelod was a magic user who had reached that stage.

A beautiful woman with lustrous black hair, clad in feathers, grinned broadly.

“—”

The black-clothed women’s expressions changed.

They had apparently noticed it too.

“Well then, let’s see what you can do…”

“Tch.”

This Grelod was a threat at the level spoken of in legends.

*GYARIRRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI!!*

A sound like metal screaming.

The sound of the witch deflecting the black-clothed women’s sword strikes with her sharp claws.

“Hahahahaha! What’s wrong, what’s wrong!! Domination, War, Famine! This really isn’t like you lot! It’s wrong, isn’t it?! You lot belong on this side, don’t you?!”

The witch’s attack became a black storm.

And they could only defend against it.