King of succubus

Chapter 462 Game of Truth.

I made a mistake of judgment in believing that the other loony guy (Alvine) was the problem, the problem was probably this crazy girl at the start.

This flower field is similar to her current nature. Beyond her beauty and goddess elegance, hide a monster devoid of any compassion.

It’s not surprising; the fact that she got stuck in this dimension specific to her is proof of this.

At first, I was surprised to learn that she was aware of my little visit to the other freak.

The first crazy idea that crossed my mind was a possible collaboration between them.

But when you think about it, it may not be a coincidence. Even by abandoning the hypothesis that they collaborate together, something that is also unthinkable, there is always something quite strange between these two.

I had purposely approached the competition to check if they intended to kill each other or just pretend to be at war, but I got my answer.

Although, it may be a lie; after all, untangling the lie from the truth is my primary duty as mediator.

Both are cunning; more cunning than I can imagine. It’s already scary in itself, but the most frightening is their audacity.

I had talked about balance because I realized that the darkness has seized part of the light; but since this is also the light’s case, I have nothing to add.

The eyes of this madwoman show that she did exactly the same thing as the other freak; that is,… appropriating part of the darkness. I suppose it was only after, she realized that the freak had also obtained some of her power.

And since she manages to spy on her enemy thanks to the darkness she has appropriated, she has locked herself in this dimension, lest the darkness spy on her in turn.

As some saying goes, looking at the abyss, they also look at us; who sows the rain, reap the storm.

But what about the other? Was it the fear that pushed him to evacuate his army, even going so far as to extirpate the core of his planet?

Huhu, I was naive thinking that I had intimidated him. After all, everything suggests that this freak simply used me to execute his plan. The more I think, the more this hypothesis makes sense.

If I’m right, it means that he already knew that this girl had already woken up and probably knew that she had him in her sights.

But strangely, he did not act, perhaps to leave her in the illusion of having control over everything.

He needed to withdraw, without creating suspicion; so, my coming to meet him was probably the perfect opportunity he was waiting for.

Ugh! I was fooled like a dud. This bastard has assumed the role of the one who knows nothing instead of acting on his habit; it’s a fright that could freeze the blood.

But hey, even if I would lie by saying that I expected this, I would not lie if I said that he is as scary as this woman.

These two are seriously crappy and excruciatingly intelligent.

It promises to be entertaining.

For my part, all I have to do is make sure I don’t get fooled a second time; if it continues, I will become the pawn that they will use on their chessboards.

My primary goal is to get rid of the smell of the other freak. After having a conversation with him, I understood that he had done something to me, even if I didn’t know what exactly.

So then, I might as well do things big.

Since I am currently weak, I only have to use this crazy woman to purify me of the smell of this guy.

These were the recapitulations and the mediator’s conclusion.

Unlike Alvine, Isolet was more polite with him; she had given him a chair to relax on and a cup of tea that was none other than a drink of her flowers.

“Don’t you drink? Spiritual tea has the effect of relaxing the nerves.” Isolat mutters while looking at the mediator who did not touch his cup of tea.

“Do you want to poison me?”

“Ho? Have you noticed that it is poisoned? But yet, I’m drinking the same drink as you; does that mean that mine is also poisoned?”

(Alvine) frowns while taking the cup of tea. “What surprises me is to see that you don’t make the effort to hide the poison you put in this tea.”

Isolat charmingly places one leg on the other while lying her back on her chair. “I am curious to know the credibility of your title of wisdom. This is only a simple puzzle that you must solve before I accept your role as a mediator.” She said while pushing the cup of tea and the teapot that she had just taken a sip to the mediator.

“A puzzle, you say?” The mediator frowns while putting down his cup of tea without taking a sip.

“Yes, that’s my intention.”

“… It sounds fun; um, I’m for it.” He nodded without thinking too much about it.

Isolet’s smile became only more ravishing following the mediator’s participation in her game.

“There is indeed poison, but it is up to you to know where this poison is. In my cup? In yours? Or maybe in tea? If you are convinced that it is in one of the two cups, you will only have to use the other.

-And if you are convinced that both cups of tea are poisoned, you will only have to create another cup and drink the tea that is in the main cup.

-But if you are convinced that our two cups are not poisoned and that the poison is in this aromatic drink, you will only have to make your own tea with your plants or fill one of the cups with water and drink it.

-If you manage to get out unscathed, I would collaborate with you without any problem. I would attend the meeting you are about to prepare between us to talk about the stages of the war.” She said with a smile similar to Alvine’s.

-!!

The mediator’s eyes widened furtively when he saw her smile so sneakily.

But before he no longer contemplated this demonic expression, he thought it was an illusion when he realized that Isolet had regained her appearance as an innocent and harmless girl.

‘I would have sworn to see the other crazy man in her eyes. Is she really out of reach? There is no guarantee that this freak will not observe us at the moment.’ He growls in his brain while having a slight tingling under his hair.

‘TSS~, I am intimidated by him when I had held his head; it’s unworthy of my person. The pawns must remain on my chessboard; it is imperative to achieve my goal. It’s easy to control the other pawns, but what about the king and queen? In an ordinary chess game, these two pawns can only be controlled at the very end of the game, hence the difficulty of my task.

-Certainly, difficult, but not insurmountable. After all, I am what mortals call god; it may be a lie, but dissect it to find the truth, who can?’ He mumbles in his thoughts before returning to the item on the table.

‘It’s a simple part for someone like me. According to her, I have to find the right cup or drink if I don’t want to die young. In her speech, she makes me believe that there is a right choice among the others; but it may be a lie. She makes me believe that without saying it. However, it’s not sure either that she’s so determined to kill me.

-Taking these into account, I think that the real trap is not in the rules of this game, but elsewhere. All I have to do is find it while saving a little time.’ Arriving at this conclusion, the mediator looks straight into Isolet’s eyes.

“Do you know the fairy tale of Cinderella and the Prince of Darkness?” He asks while taking the cup of tea that Isolet had offered him in the first place.

The latter raises her eyebrows slightly, unaware of what he is talking about. “I have heard incalculable numbers of tales, but my memories never mention such a tale.”

“It’s not wrong; it’s a famous tale about a planet that is found in an insignificant universe but has had a lot of upheaval because of its luck or misfortune of having sheltered darkness.” He made this intro while approaching the cup of his lips.

“But let’s go back to our sheep.” He stops while smiling at Isolet who naturally gives him back his smile with hers.

He then puts down his cup and looks at Isolet’s. “Once upon a time, a naive little bourgeois wanted to flee the prince of her country who had fallen under her charm.

-Do you know why? Because she loved the prince of darkness, who sowed chaos throughout the kingdom.

-This same prince of darkness had even killed her parents during one of his hobbies (slaughtering). But she was as if charmed by a naive and unshareable love. Worse than anything, she was unable to take her courage and confess her feelings to the prince of darkness; out of fear.” He said with a smile from one ear to the other when he saw that he had captivated all of Isolet’s attention.

‘What the mess is he talking about? There has never been such a tale in Cendrillon’s tales: The other freak would probably have scolded me with these words if he were present.

-And I would have answered it this way while imitating the innocent and harmless smile of this crazy woman: I know, but the lie is a weapon; as long as it allows us to reach the sensitive point, then it doesn’t matter.

-HuHu, I can already imagine the face he would make me if he heard me answer him like that. It’s sneaky, but Cinderella is still naive. But let’s go back to our little crazy girl who loses patience.’ He mumbles himself like a mental disturber.

He takes another look at Isolet before continuing. “Because of her fear of the prince of darkness, she did not dare to confess her feelings and was killed like her parents while regretting not being able to confess. The moral of this story is fear. This fear that you are taught from a young age.

-Do not approach the flames, because they will consume you; but yet, how do you explain the fact that your parents cook good little dishes using this same source of heat? It’s the same for animals, the oceans, and everything else.”

“I didn’t have parents.” Isolat instantly retorts while keeping her smile.

“I know, but I ask you to set up Cinderella, otherwise my story will not make sense.” He growled s while slamming the table with the Isolet’s cup of tea.

The latter squints when she sees her players abandon his two first cards.

As for the mediator, he finally looks at the large cup that contains the rest of the tea that is in their two cups of tea.

But he didn’t touch it. Instead, he crosses his fingers on the table.

“In short, there are two types of tale that fool us as soon as we come into this world; tales that instill fear in depth of us and root it in our souls.” He stops and checks that Isolat is listening to him.

He immediately smiles when he sees the latter attentive. “Now, let’s move on to the other type of tales.

[Once upon a time, a caring tigress, funny and clever, called Kitty. She decided to embark on a crazy quantum adventure; on the way, she faced multiple obstacles, she overcame the insurmountable because she was the most persevering and above all, the cutest of all tigress.]

-This kind of tale teaches us empathy. To put us in Kitty’s shoes even for a minute,…to live her life roughly.

-Until today and the end of time, these two narrative styles will compete for first place; empathy, and fear.” He ends with these words.

-Clap, clap, clap, clap…

-!!

When he raised his head, he realized that Isolat was applauding him.

Before he understood what was happening in front of him, the latter spoke in a vibrating voice. “I’m sad to learn new things from you.”

Hearing her compliments, only one thought came back to his mind,

‘I may have to leave here.’ He shouted with his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

For some reason, he only saw fire in the current state of affairs; and unfortunately for him, it was the case!

Just as with the illusory smile of everything to the hour, Isolet’s sad face was carried away by the wind of reality. “Well, I’ve had enough of your shitty and metaphorical tales; where exactly do you want to come?” She says with a smile no less charming than the previous ones.

“…I’m with you here and now to talk about the nature of things as they are.”

“Hmm, I’m curious to know what you want to make me swallow again. But know that you no longer have much time in front of you; you must make the choice and be quick if possible. I started to have some trouble holding back my impulses.”

“Your murderous impulses, you mean?”

“No, remember, I am peaceful by nature, I abolish all violence; a perfect goddess of compassion.” She retorted while creating an angelic halo above her head.

“Y-Yeah, I see that.” The mediator said with skepticism while pouring a small amount of tea on the table.

Observing that no corrosive anomaly occurred, he continued his story after placing the container.

“That’s my last tale; so, listen to me closely. – [Once upon a time, a pure creature devoid of all darkness lived in harmony with the universal laws established by her creator. But for some reason, she decided to attack herself.] This is at the root of all our problems; and by this, I want to talk about you!”

Isolet frowns for the very first time in some time.

But the mediator, determined to go to the end of his story, rushes to continue speaking. “You are at all your problems. Your disillusionment, your ingratitude, your inexorable and determined courage to deviate from the path you must follow at all costs, but above all, your constant fear of what is beyond your understanding.

-Violence; To summarize things, is only ignorance! You are ignorant of what could happen to you and this world; just like the other freak, who is ignorant of his own problems.” He roars while sweeping the cups of tea and all the utensils in front of him without scruples.

He then looks at Isolet angrily while pointing his finger at her. “If I am here, it is to solve the shit that you two have caused over the centuries and that you are unable to settle by yourself. So listen to me and follow my instructions by attending this fucking meeting I’m about to organize.

-It’s up to you to solve your shit! This is what I would say in normal times. But this is no longer the case since you tried to make me choose between three choices that are as deadly as each other!”