“Hmm hmm, hoo hoo~♪”
Happily stepping along the corridors of the dilapidated building, a young girl walks alone.
The interior of the building is in disarray, with walls and pillars broken here and there, resembling the state of a ruined place.
“Hmm hoo hoo, seizing master’s appetite, grabbing it like an eagle—, grabbing the lower pouch too like an eagle~♪”
Humming a peculiar song, the girl with black hair clad in a maid uniform walks down the empty corridor. She is Neimilia, the witch of 『Darkness』 and a member of Raidorl’s followers.
Neimilia is wandering through the ruined royal palace of the Athena Kingdom, destroyed by a horde of undead.
Outside the royal capital, a fierce battle rages.
Amidst the gaps in this battle, Neimilia had managed to infiltrate the royal palace ahead of time.
Inside the castle, though undead roam as guards, they don’t seem to attack or notice Neimilia.
Appearing to walk with cheerful steps, Neimilia is actually concealing herself with dark magic.
While sword-bearers and witches’ apostles could still detect her, she remained hidden from the awareness of zombies and skeletons.
“And at night—, master’s will be pero-pero, mogumogu~♪”
Unhindered, Neimilia arrives at the innermost chamber of the castle, known as the 『Throne Room』.
Having a shadow familiar open the heavy door, she steps inside to find a petite figure seated on the throne.
“『Oh, there you are. Osman-Onee-sama―』”
“………”
Seated on the throne with an air of weariness was the ruler of this castle, the 『Earth』 witch—Osman.
“Onee-sama, it’s been a while! Is it about three hundred years, I wonder?”
“………”
“Ah, don’t be silent, are you perhaps angry? I’ve been feeling sorry for betraying and killing you back then, you know?”
“……..”
“So… today, I have a favour to ask. Would you mind letting me kill you again? I’d offer your head to master and get lots of praise! Tonight, I’d get hugged a lot too!”
“………………..You’re as lively as ever, Neimilia.”
In response to Neimilia’s unnaturally cheerful chatter, Osman opens her mouth in an exasperated manner.
Even opening her eyelids seems like a tiresome task, and her dark, sunken eyes don’t show any hint of emotion.
There’s no anger towards her younger sister who betrayed her nor is there any intention to kill.
“…Your voice is horribly grating. Please, I beg you, keep your mouth shut.”
Osman continued to speak while seated on the throne… but for someone who generally found even talking to be bothersome, she was unusually talkative.
If her four knights were present in this scene, they would surely be wide-eyed in astonishment.
“…You never learn when it comes to your lover, huh? I heard that after killing us, you were betrayed and sealed away. Killed by the man you loved, yet you still serve humans?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Master is different from 『that man』you know.”
Neimilia affirmed, her ample bosom bouncing as she declared, 『That man』 is different from our master.
“Master is kind and cool in contrast to 『that man』 He eats the food I make and appreciates it. He’s happy when I give him a lap pillow. And…he’s really skilled in the bedroom! Isn’t that the best?”
“…I’m feeling the absolute worst. I’m starting to get a headache.”
As Osman traced the wrinkles forming between her brows with her finger, she let out a deep sigh.
“….you really do laugh like a human and love someone like a human. That emotion is something we,your older sisters, can’t comprehend. That’s why… Mother seems to be fond of you. A figure that loves humans. She loves them to the point where she wants to eradicate them completely.”
“Is that what you call love? I can’t understand the twisted feelings of a lunatic like our mother.”
“You’re quite the psychopath yourself. You’re telling your own older-sister to die just to receive praise from the man you love.”
As Osman raises her right hand, figurines crafted from earth and mud appear around her. They resemble dolls, armed with crafted swords and spears, their points directed at Neimilia.
“…Even if you’re Mother’s favourite, I won’t show mercy if you hinder our purpose of eradicating humanity. Count your own sins…you wretched heretic of damnation.”
“Onee-sama, you should realise the sinfulness of obstructing my love… You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? You can’t defeat me anymore, Onee-sama.”
As Neimiliapinches her maid skirt with both hands and spreads it, shadowy figures appear, wielding weapons.
Earth figurines and Shadow figurines. The two types of figures unfold, protecting their respective masters.
“Creating four apostles, causing earthquakes, moving mountains with tens of thousands of undead… After committing all of these deeds, even if you’re my Onee-sama, your magical power is nearly depleted. With the red moon rising, you’ve conserved your magic by refraining from using extensive spells. There’s no chance for you to win against me.”
“……..”
“This battle’s outcome has been decided even before it began. Still, are you really planning to fight me, Onee-sama?”
“…What a foolish question. Spare me from hearing such trivial matters.”
Upon her younger sister’s declaration of victory, Osman’s expression twisted in annoyance.
“…I’ll tell you that there’s no sister superior to me. Come at me.”
“Lazy as ever, always working hard, Onee-sama. You’re so pitiable that I’ll put you to sleep.”
The earth and shadow figurines began to move, clashing their weapons as the battle commenced.
『Earth』 and 『Darkness』 — the two fought for around thirty minutes before eventually reaching an end.
“Funfun, fufun ♪”
Having secured victory, she left the ruined castle with a cheerful demeanor, humming a tune as she went.
“Hmm hmm, hoo hoo~♪”
Happily stepping along the corridors of the dilapidated building, a young girl walks alone.
The interior of the building is in disarray, with walls and pillars broken here and there, resembling the state of a ruined place.
“Hmm hoo hoo, seizing master’s appetite, grabbing it like an eagle—, grabbing the lower pouch too like an eagle~♪”
Humming a peculiar song, the girl with black hair clad in a maid uniform walks down the empty corridor. She is Neimilia, the witch of 『Darkness』 and a member of Raidorl’s followers.
Neimilia is wandering through the ruined royal palace of the Athena Kingdom, destroyed by a horde of undead.
Outside the royal capital, a fierce battle rages.
Amidst the gaps in this battle, Neimilia had managed to infiltrate the royal palace ahead of time.
Inside the castle, though undead roam as guards, they don’t seem to attack or notice Neimilia.
Appearing to walk with cheerful steps, Neimilia is actually concealing herself with dark magic.
While sword-bearers and witches’ apostles could still detect her, she remained hidden from the awareness of zombies and skeletons.
“And at night—, master’s will be pero-pero, mogumogu~♪”
Unhindered, Neimilia arrives at the innermost chamber of the castle, known as the 『Throne Room』.
Having a shadow familiar open the heavy door, she steps inside to find a petite figure seated on the throne.
“『Oh, there you are. Osman-Onee-sama―』”
“………”
Seated on the throne with an air of weariness was the ruler of this castle, the 『Earth』 witch—Osman.
“Onee-sama, it’s been a while! Is it about three hundred years, I wonder?”
“………”
“Ah, don’t be silent, are you perhaps angry? I’ve been feeling sorry for betraying and killing you back then, you know?”
“……..”
“So… today, I have a favour to ask. Would you mind letting me kill you again? I’d offer your head to master and get lots of praise! Tonight, I’d get hugged a lot too!”
“………………..You’re as lively as ever, Neimilia.”
In response to Neimilia’s unnaturally cheerful chatter, Osman opens her mouth in an exasperated manner.
Even opening her eyelids seems like a tiresome task, and her dark, sunken eyes don’t show any hint of emotion.
There’s no anger towards her younger sister who betrayed her nor is there any intention to kill.
“…Your voice is horribly grating. Please, I beg you, keep your mouth shut.”
Osman continued to speak while seated on the throne… but for someone who generally found even talking to be bothersome, she was unusually talkative.
If her four knights were present in this scene, they would surely be wide-eyed in astonishment.
“…You never learn when it comes to your lover, huh? I heard that after killing us, you were betrayed and sealed away. Killed by the man you loved, yet you still serve humans?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Master is different from 『that man』you know.”
Neimilia affirmed, her ample bosom bouncing as she declared, 『That man』 is different from our master.
“Master is kind and cool in contrast to 『that man』 He eats the food I make and appreciates it. He’s happy when I give him a lap pillow. And…he’s really skilled in the bedroom! Isn’t that the best?”
“…I’m feeling the absolute worst. I’m starting to get a headache.”
As Osman traced the wrinkles forming between her brows with her finger, she let out a deep sigh.
“….you really do laugh like a human and love someone like a human. That emotion is something we,your older sisters, can’t comprehend. That’s why… Mother seems to be fond of you. A figure that loves humans. She loves them to the point where she wants to eradicate them completely.”
“Is that what you call love? I can’t understand the twisted feelings of a lunatic like our mother.”
“You’re quite the psychopath yourself. You’re telling your own older-sister to die just to receive praise from the man you love.”
As Osman raises her right hand, figurines crafted from earth and mud appear around her. They resemble dolls, armed with crafted swords and spears, their points directed at Neimilia.
“…Even if you’re Mother’s favourite, I won’t show mercy if you hinder our purpose of eradicating humanity. Count your own sins…you wretched heretic of damnation.”
“Onee-sama, you should realise the sinfulness of obstructing my love… You’ve noticed it, haven’t you? You can’t defeat me anymore, Onee-sama.”
As Neimiliapinches her maid skirt with both hands and spreads it, shadowy figures appear, wielding weapons.
Earth figurines and Shadow figurines. The two types of figures unfold, protecting their respective masters.
“Creating four apostles, causing earthquakes, moving mountains with tens of thousands of undead… After committing all of these deeds, even if you’re my Onee-sama, your magical power is nearly depleted. With the red moon rising, you’ve conserved your magic by refraining from using extensive spells. There’s no chance for you to win against me.”
“……..”
“This battle’s outcome has been decided even before it began. Still, are you really planning to fight me, Onee-sama?”
“…What a foolish question. Spare me from hearing such trivial matters.”
Upon her younger sister’s declaration of victory, Osman’s expression twisted in annoyance.
“…I’ll tell you that there’s no sister superior to me. Come at me.”
“Lazy as ever, always working hard, Onee-sama. You’re so pitiable that I’ll put you to sleep.”
The earth and shadow figurines began to move, clashing their weapons as the battle commenced.
『Earth』 and 『Darkness』 — the two fought for around thirty minutes before eventually reaching an end.
“Funfun, fufun ♪”
Having secured victory, she left the ruined castle with a cheerful demeanor, humming a tune as she went.
