King of succubus

She is… demonic.

Pretending to be a goddess, she is no longer even a shadow of what she is supposed to be.

It is only now that I realize how difficult my task might be. If the other loony had let me slip away in peace, it was not because he accepted me as a mediator. Moreover, he had never mentioned this; all he had told me was: suppose you are the mediator.

Yes, he never considered or accepted me as a mediator.

Only deceitful. Unlike this crazy woman to whom I see clear most of her intentions, the other freak there left me only a feeling of illusory victory with a bitter taste that always persists on my tongue every time I realize that he had meticulously led me by the tip of my nose.

While he was collecting a lot of things about me, my ambitions, and my goals, I was in front of him playing the pseudo-sage; how pathetic it is.

But it's more important than worrying about things I can't fix; the present moment.

I just said that this woman is less foggy than the other crazy; but is that really the case?

If so, I may still have misconceptions about her actions.

To summarize everything that has happened since then, while instilling that the primary goal is to disentangle the truth from the false, I would say that I am not doing badly.

She had tied me up and pulled off my heart without blinking, and then she tried to poison me. What exactly is her problem?

She looks like a sadistic girl who has just discovered the art of killing a person and who’s got excited to discover and learn more about this forbidden art.

But I may be deluding myself. True that she had plowed off my heart from my chest while knowing that I wouldn’t die for so little; otherwise, I would be the greatest parody that this now has ever known.

But what about her poisoning attempt? And twice in a row?

The first is obviously when she served me a cup of tea. The second is the game.

Based on the possibility that I may refuse to drink the tea she served me, she meticulously prepared this diabolical plan in advance under a well-packaged gift.

Even if I knew from the beginning that all the cups and tea were corrosive to me; my curiosity to want to untangle the truth of the lie had pushed me to accept her game. After all, she should know that I knew; she doesn't know everything like me, but she knows many things, just like the other son of darkness, who had played the role of ignorant.

Finally, the goal being to know what she was hiding from me, I gladly participated in this futile game.

The fact that she wants to kill me is not really important to me; I am endowed with an extraordinary intelligence; so my reasoning exceeds the right standards, it is not an anomaly, but all that is most normal.

(Those who will find my reasoning abnormal are just mortals.)

As I said to myself, the most important thing is to know what motivates her so much to run so much after my life. I understand that I am important, but not to the point of motivating her so much. It's a dilemma. A dilemma that requires time and effort to break it.

Unfortunately, this was not the case. To save time, I had to invent the tale of Cinderella and the Prince of Darkness to better think about how to solve the real puzzle.

Thus, I was able to find something close to the truth. I'm not sure, but sure and certain!

However, I always felt an unfortunate feeling of discomfort that forced me to sink into the paradox.

After all, it is only when a statement is approved by everyone that it becomes a truth; even if it was a lie at the base. Conversely, it is the same when a truth loses all its credibility.

The most striking example is naturally found among earthlings, who have epic stories despite being one of the few, who do not know how to rise to the top.

For a long time, they had thought that their little blue sphere was the only one world, and above all, they thought that its shape was flat. I read in their stories that it was only after a few centuries or so that this statement, that everyone had agreed on its veracity, turned into one of the biggest lies in their stories.

It's funny, but if I'm not careful, I might find myself in the same embarrassing situation.

So I took the risk of catching the tigress by her tail. Be careful, this is only a metaphor; there is no tigress or tail here, but worse than these toys.

But I had to make her angry, it's the only way to make her lower her guard. But seeing her silence, I told myself that it might have been a bad idea.

But now that the dice are thrown, there is no turning back.

--

Seeing the mediator overturn and expressly her tea, break her glasses and cups of tea, without forgetting his arrogance to come to her home to scold her up, Isolet, whose rage was just a single string, broke instantly.

In a dull and suffocating silence, she got up from her chair and made it disappear with her table.

She then leans towards the ground before picking a single clover that fades instantly in her hand.

"In normal times, I would have liked you to inherit only the temperament and nature of my big brother; at least, it would have allowed me to decide to make the right decision. But yet, you had the brilliant idea of embodying the ideal to which I dedicate a constant and extrinsic hatred." She mumbled in a calm voice that sounded like a water drop in a cave.

The mediator gets up hastily from the ground since Isolet had also annihilated the chair he was on, and moves away from Isolet, who turned the little clover into a long thin one-hand sword.

"O-Oi, breathe deeply and exhale gently, this rage is not real, little wild girl; I only have my intelligence and my genius brain, I would die if you tried to let off your steam over me." He whispers these words while gesturing like a yoga teacher who gives self-control sessions to one of his students.

In any case, his goal remains unclear; if it was to survive, he may not have to say such bullshit.

"Don't worry, you have to believe that you still looked for it. Dare to come here while insulting my hospitality." She roars while taking a step forward, but the mediator responds by taking a step back.

Seeing his prudence, Isolet waved her blade like a magic wand, followed by the sudden manifestation of a cyclone that swept all the flowers in its devastating momentum toward its N•01's target.

As for the mediator, he nervously gulped up his saliva. "I know you're not stupid enough to confuse these two words (murder & hospitality), but just to be sure, I'll tell you: It was not hospitality, but several murder attempts!!"

But Isolet ignores his complaints; she manages her spells toward him without hesitation.

'Shit! Why am I so badly lucked.' The mediator shrieks in his mind before sprinting like a legendary athlete to get away from the cyclone.

'...Does the dog make fun of me!?' Isolet's face instantly wrinkled with rage and indignation when she saw the mediator take his legs on his neck and run in such an unsightly manner.

The most frustrating thing for her was not to see the mediator flee but to try to escape her without using his power.

'Ah, I see, he doesn't want to show me his skills; it's a shame, but this puppy is smarter than I imagined.' She whispered to herself while smiling slightly.

The next moment, her cyclone became wilder and gained not only strength but speed.

Being aware of this, the mediator also passed the next step of his momentum! But despite his efforts, the cyclone eventually caught up with him before shredding him into small pieces of meat.

"..."

"What are you doing? Get up before I decide to kill you without having enough fun."

"..."

Her smile slightly faded when she saw the mediator inactive. "Or maybe you think you are immortal because you can be reborn from your ashes regardless of your...-

[Save me your compliments. My body might be a fake, but my soul can really suffer irreversible damage!]

Hearing his voice roaring in her mind, Isolet tightens her grip on her sword.

Meanwhile, the mediator has already regenerated in its entirety.

Isolet frowns when she sees him already cured; even for her, this feat isn't normal. 'He gives the impression of having instantly resurrected himself, but this is not the case. The reality is that he had already created a carnal envelope, in advance just in case, to directly immigrate into it.

-The power of materialization of this type is at an unimaginable level; that's why (he) must be... impartial. But his nature makes him dangerous; more dangerous than his materialization powers allow it.' She mumbles to herself before positioning herself in an offensive position with her blade vertically stretched as an extension of her arm.

Seeing Isolet's wild eyes, and her blade that hid more than she showed over it, the mediator instantly knew that she was no longer playing with him.

"Li-listen to me little one, this blade is impregnated with spiritual power, it can hurt my soul if it...-

-Slice!

But before he finishes his sentence, Isolet teleports herself behind him with prodigious speed and uses this same starting momentum to swing her blade with more flashlight speed.

After this flash and silent attack, her weapon returns to its previous appearance, which is of a white clover. "It was necessary to reciprocate you." She then whispers before moving away from the mediator, who is still frozen on the spot, ...waiting for the consequences of Isolet's attacks.

But even after a few additional seconds of waiting, he did not have the slightest strange or painful feeling.

'It's suspicious; no, very, very, very suspicious. However, I am sure to be cut in half just above my navel.' He then opens his eyes and looks at his abdomen with a hint of confusion.

'So why don't I have anything anymore? Not even a very small notch in the abdomen?' His thoughts became confused as he checked his stomach by lifting his shirt.

"If you intend to show off, do it elsewhere; cause if you continue like this, I won't pretend to kill you." Isolat gives him this warning while recreating her little haven of peace.

She then sits on one of the two chairs while looking at the mediator; probably waiting for him to join her.

Naturally, the latter walks like a snail before sitting down with the greatest mistrust.

"As you don't seem to know the importance of your position in this war, I will illuminate your lantern." She reopened the conversation while serving herself a cup of tea and taking a small sip.

The mediator looks at her actions but without saying anything; to believe that he was waiting for Isolet to develop her intentions; thus, in the hope of knowing what she has been crafting from the beginning.

The latter did not disappoint him.

"From the beginning, I had no other purpose than to treat you."

"To cure me? Isn't it rather the opposite?" He retorts in a sarcastic tone.

"..." Isolet decides to take all her time by taking another sip.

"Are you sure you don't want another cup of tea?" She then asks in a static tone.

But the mediator remains silent, without saying anything more.

His silence was synonymous with refusal, Isolet knew it. "You said I intended to kill you, but it had never been my intention. I had torn your heart and amplified the curse that my big brother had cast on you so that you could locate it. But instead of thanking me, you accused me of wrong." She paused to catch her breath, and at the same time, contemplate the mediator's expression.

But seeing the latter insensitive to her assertions, she smiles slightly. "I don't know if it's because you don't believe me that you remain silent or if it's the other way around."

"Believe me, I'm not an idiot who...-

"Drop it; whether you believe me or not, I'm just announcing the facts to you."

The mediator frowns. "Suppose I believe you; do you expect me to grant you favors in future battles?"

"Will you be able to do that?" She asks with a sneaky smile.

"No, you know very well that I must remain impartial, even if one of you tries to kill me or save my life."

"I suspected it. Supposedly passing, I didn't do this out of pure kindness."

"Huhuhu, I suspected it; after all, only your aura is pure, everything else is the opposite."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't compliments."

"I know. Let's say that then; what I was looking for was to know if my brother had influenced you with anything else. But I never thought he was so one step ahead of me.

-He threw you a complicated curse that could only be raised by me. As for how he knew, it must have to do with the fact that he absorbed part of my powers, as I did with his.

-But what made me curious was how he could guess that you were going to pass here after leaving him. As far as I know, you didn't tell him anything like that; am I wrong?" She asks in a cold tone.

"..."

"Your silence reveals that I am right. As for why I forced you to drink the three cups of poisoned tea, it was to know if you were aware of being eaten away by this curse summer or not."

"...What was your verdict? Wait, since you attacked me after I refused to drink the tea, does that mean you got the answer?" The mediator smiled ironically as he tried to grasp a few strings of truth.

Isolet puts her head between her two palms whose elbows are on the table and gently smiles at him. "Go find out why. But I think you have the answer to this question. After all, tea was also a bait; it contained poison, but also healing effects that could cure all types of curses.

-If you were aware of this curse, you would not have hesitated to drink the tea I offered you; the poison was not deadly, just a paralyzing poison that lasted only a second. Comparing the two by their threat levels, the curse was probably the most dangerous and urgent to be cured. Does this answer answer your question?"