Chapter 21: Tsukuyomi
"I see... It's fine. Small is cute too."
Fingal wore a very obvious 'Sorry, I didn't mean to hit a sore spot' expression while saying something rather odd.
[Frieren is mildly puzzled by your action.]
[Frieren's favorability decreased by 1.]
[Generating Entry... Favorability slightly increased.]
[Entry successfully implanted.]
[Frieren is mildly puzzled by your words...]
[Flamme is puzzled by your words....]
[Entry acquired...]
[Implantation successful. Favorability increased by 1.]
...
[Current Favorability: 55 (Indifferent)]
"What kind of person are you? We shouldn't be familiar enough for you to pat my head." Frieren slightly furrowed her beautiful brows. This guy is really rude. "And I feel like there's something unpleasant in your words—are you secretly insulting me?"
'Small and cute?'
This guy somehow feels like he deserves a beating.
Is he talking about my physique? It's not like I chose to be like this.
The good-tempered female elf felt the urge to hit someone for the first time... but it seemed too troublesome, so she let it go.
Drowsiness washed over her, and Frieren began feeling sleepy again, wanting to go back to sleep.
"Hahaha, although my disciple is cute... please don't bully her, okay?" Flamme couldn't stand it anymore. What's with this person? He's overly familiar and speaks strangely... Well, never mind, this might be a good chance to investigate.
She was more concerned about these magical creatures... She discreetly glanced at the snow wolves cautiously moving dozens of meters away—a unique northern magical beast known for their bloodthirsty and ferocious nature, nearly impossible to tame.
It seemed Demons really did exist.
Flamme sighed inwardly. Really... why would anyone cooperate with Demons? Should she infiltrate the town and assassinate them?
What should she do...
"Hahaha, just joking, please don't mind it."
Fingal laughed heartily. Just a childish joke from someone who doesn't know better.
"Hehehe... By the way, I'm curious about these snow wolves... Is it possible to control such magical creatures?"
"How amazing! Is this some incredible Magic? Super impressive!"
Flamme decided to probe further, putting on an expression of pure curiosity. Her tone even took on a touch of innocence, and she looked at Fingal with a hint of admiration—this was the most flawless disguise!
Women are creatures skilled at deception, and Flamme was someone who wouldn't hesitate to do underhanded things to achieve her goals.
In short: Flamme knew she was beautiful! Women sometimes don't mind using their appearance to gain advantages.
Too bad he encountered a real piece of work.
Oh ho!
So damn fragrant!
If Flamme slapped my face, it might even carry a hint of delicate fragrance, right?
Fingal's muddled brain inexplicably conjured this strange combination of characters—thanks to the results of her experiments on Aura, he naturally, skillfully, and without hesitation spouted her nonsensical lies. Illusion resistance training, activate!
"Yes, I did it," Fingal said with a tactical straight face. "Actually, I'm an Illusionist. Everything I'm doing now is just to make you indulge in evil. Imagine never worrying about your figure when eating ice cream, remaining a curvaceous beauty no matter how much you eat. I can make you lost in such an Illusion."
"And this Illusion, I call it 'Tsukuyomi,' also known as the Enemy Controller."
"To ensure you don't leak my secret, I must control you now."
Fingal's tactical deadpan expression left the other "witch" completely baffled.
The human genius Magician: ????
[Flamme has developed serious doubts about your words!!]
[Flamme is questioning her own hearing.]
[Flamme is puzzled by your behavior.]
[Flamme generates an Entry... Level 1 Entry—She's getting a bit hungry.]
"..."
Flamme blinked her eyelids, feeling somewhat confused... What is this person talking about? Who could understand any of that!
Tsukuyomi? Illusion... What kind of Magic is that? You're just making things up, aren't you?
This person... is their mind... well, are they a bit strange?
What's going on here?
"I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me? Well actually, I'm lying to you." Seizing the opportunity, Fingal grabbed Flamme's small hand with his paw, "This is actually a dream resistance training session. I'm using ice cream to help you adapt to such temptations, please believe me."
Flamme's hand is so soft, her body smells so nice, splendid—is this what a human genius Magician beauty is like? Her aura is truly extraordinary.
"This gentleman... is quite humorous?" The corners of Flamme's lips maintained a proper slight smile, though her fingertips stiffened almost imperceptibly upon contact. Her wrist elegantly withdrew as if avoiding a hot iron, "Are you joking? I've never heard of such a divine artifact, haha."
Using the motion of adjusting her hair as a natural pretext, she let her hand fall to her side. Her skirt rippled as she took half a step back, completely placing the warmth Flamme had just radiated beyond a polite distance.
A flicker of disgust passed through her eyes... Ah, this man wants to sleep with me.
[Flamme's favorability slightly decreased.]
[Flamme's favorability slightly decreased.]
[Flamme's Favorability Slightly Decreased]
[Flamme's Favorability: 98]
"Ah! Sorry, sorry, I got a bit carried away."
"Mainly because I've heard about your deeds—truly remarkable. Traveling everywhere for humanity's sake, spreading magical knowledge... It's quite impressive for a young woman to do this alone."
Fingal laughed heartily while scratching his head... Damn Aura, spending too much time with her has really messed me up.
Ah, sorry, I'm being a bit of a clown lately—all because of Aura! Though I've been having fun with Aura recently, the hypnotic control isn't sufficient. It's like being teased without being able to act—now Fingal's frustration is building up.
The tension is unbearable.
Seeing Flamme's favorability dropping sharply, Fingal felt like a sword was pressed against his throat with only 0.01 cm to spare—about to die any second. But no matter! In the final 0.0001 seconds, three sentences will make Flamme fall for me!!
"Please accept my respect—Lady Flamme, you've worked hard!"
"I sincerely invite you to rest in our town. I'll provide the best living accommodations for you and your disciple—it's the least I can do. Please don't mind the trouble."
Fingal wore a 'sincere' smile. If this were anyone else, they'd already be done for... but no matter!
Pervert's notebook—no, Hypnotism! Activate!!! Infinite Tsukuyomi! Drown in the world of Illusions!
[Flamme grew suspicious of your words...]
[Acquired Zero-Level Entry... Flamme's Favorability Slightly Increased.]
[Favorability Entry... Implantation Successful!]
[Current Favorability: 101]
[Implanted First-Level Entry... Flamme feels somewhat hungry. Should she find something to eat?]
'Is that so?'
A flicker of doubt passed through Flamme's eyes... Was she overthinking? This guy seems rather untrustworthy.
As someone who often tells lies herself, this guy's acting isn't bad, but those pretty light-yellow eyes of his carry a genuinely lecherous glint—impossible to hide from her.
'What to do... I should've just infiltrated the town directly instead of coming out here.'
Just then, a faint rumble came from her stomach.
Gurgle~~
As if triggered by a chain reaction, Frieren—who was dozing against her shoulder—also had her stomach growl. The little girl's expression turned uncomfortable.
"Flamme... aren't we there yet..."
She was truly exhausted. After fleeing for so long, Frieren's mental state had long reached its limit.
'No choice... It's time to rest.'
Flamme sighed inwardly... If only for Frieren's sake, and for the mission.
"Thank you very much then... sir."
"My apologies, I haven't even asked for your name yet?"
"My name is... Fingal Folls." Fingal naturally took her hand, "Please follow me."
[Flamme grew mildly suspicious of your action.]
Flamme: ...This guy definitely has issues, right?
Fingal remained unbothered, completely unfazed.
His skin was thicker than a city wall's corner. The disdainful glances from his subordinates and Flamme's strained smile meant nothing to him.
Most importantly, we must get the British police to take action!
Enemy Controller, activate!
My Hypnotism... could even hypnotize a god!!!!