Master’s Smile

There are two ways to mentally contaminate Satanikia.

One is to amplify the negative emotions in a woman's heart and turn them into puppets by devouring them, as they are causing confusion in the King's capital.

The other is that Satanikia herself enters into the spirit of the subject and nests, devouring emotions and turning them into puppets.

This method is used to manipulate a man whose skills do not extend.

Satanikia, who likes women but hates men, seldom uses this means.

Probably just manipulating a good woman makes a piece, and until now, that's enough.

"But if it's to despair her, I don't know what else to do."

Satanikia shrugged so as she entered the depths of her spirit.

Crankheit, the woman who looked down on him and mocked him.

I wanted to manipulate her until she was worn out, but her resistance to mental contamination was tremendous.

I had no choice but to take over the master that Crankheit would cherish and use this man to despair her.

"Hahaha! Looking forward to it. What looks and cries and what delicious emotions it gives me..."

Just think about it. Who's overflowing?

Satanikia was in a very good mood.

"... and yet, it's nothing, here"

Satanikia realized there was a fuss.

He has had several dives into the spirit of a man before.

What I was seeing at that time was the memory of the transferred subject.

Memory creates emotions.

Therefore, Satanikia, an emotion-grabbing creature, also sees its memories...

Inside the master there was no mirror that appeared as a memory, and even darkness continued.

"Well, this hasn't happened before."

Few are the numbers, but these people do exist, too.

These men have memories in their hearts.

I mean, on the surface, I'm giving out empty, manicured emotions...

"If you smile all the time, it's easy to see that you're working on it."

I don't know why you're doing that...... Satanikia isn't interested.

Take over this man and give Crankheit despair.

To that end, I don't care why the master started to smile and fix it even if he just took over the body.

"Let's get this over with."

When Satanikia shrugged so much, she went further back… into the back of the master's mind.

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"Oh..."

As we proceeded through the darkness for a while, the space glistened.

This means that Satanikia has gone as far as where I remember.

Normally, I don't even want to see a man's memory, so I ignore it and move on...

"Isn't this the woman...?

When he saw the woman in his memory, Satanikia stopped moving forward.

There was a crank-height with silver-haired hair.

"... but the atmosphere is kind of different"

Satanikia puts her hand on her chin and thinks.

The crankheight he knew had a spare grin and a sense of colour drifting from somewhere.

However, it created a rather gloomy atmosphere in my memory, and my body had many marks of injury.

As if it were a child being abused......

"Oh, this guy's out too..."

In my memory, the master naturally comes out too...

"I don't know, it's different now"

I'm not so shocked because I first met the master earlier, but the master in my memory wasn't laughing.

With an iron mask, it was a cold looking expression.

"And that woman is different too..."

Earlier in the real world, Crankheit's gaze toward the master contained only favorable things, such as love and reverence.

But the gaze she was pointing at the master in her memory contained plenty of negative emotions, including skepticism, fear and ridicule.

"Whoa..."

When I was seeing into it, various memories flowed from the back.

It was the life that the Master had followed.

I had memories of a Dragon woman who gave birth to two horns.

She was laughing at the master, along with her sisterly dragon.

The white scales, which were both spotless, were impressive.

I had memories of a devout Sister woman in a monastic outfit.

She had a gentle grin on orphans and believers, but it was vigilance and strong hostility that was directed at the master.

I had memories of a truly ancestral vampire woman in a bright red dress.

I was looking at the master with a cold, obvious look down on the others.

She was in a position opposite the master and beside him was a family of vampires in small maid clothes.

I had memories of a dark elf woman in a worn out garment.

She was just sending her pure intent to kill to the master, playing a fierce sword trident with him.

I had memories of a faceless woman wearing light armor.

Together with more than one companion, she was staring at the master.

But that expression was frozen and showed no emotions.

I remember a woman with bright red hair.

The master was reaching out where she was falling apart.

I remember a slime woman with blue skin.

She sat relaxed with her master in a field with a refreshing breeze.

The figure, however, was not human in shape, but in the form of a normal slime often found in the field.

I had memories of Arlaune's woman.

She was native in the deep woods, banging poisonous words on the master who came.

I remember a long brunette.

She meditated her eyes as if she were dead and was held in the arms of her master.

"This guy is a memory of the woman this guy met..."

There's nothing particularly strange about it.

But all the memories coming from the next were that these women were involved in.

I never remembered these women not being present.

"Am I done here?... but it's not the deepest place yet."

My memories are broken.

Originally, that's the deepest point of mind for humans, but Satanikia realized by intuition that it wasn't.

In order to take over, we need to nest in the deepest places.

Satanikia goes further into the back.

"... that's crazy"

Bosoli and Satanikia mutter.

Nothing. The darkness is spreading.

If you put it in the depths of your mind, you usually go out to places where you have no memory or anything.

That's where he can take over for the first time, but it's not the deepest part of his mind yet, even though it's a place in the master that he doesn't remember anymore.

So what the hell is this darkness...

"Huh! Something from the back..."

Satanikia is relieved to see if she still remembered.

But what came from the back this time was not a visualized memory.

I just felt a few words.

God. Apostle. Generate.

One last word appeared after such reclining words.

- - Maria.

"... what? This woman's name, or...?

It was the moment Satanikia heard the name.

The bumps and all senses were closed.

The scenery I've ever seen, all the sounds I've heard, will be out of reach.

"Hey, what!? What the hell...!?

Satanikia wolves plainly.

I've never broken into someone's spirit before and fallen into this situation.

Once in, Satanikia's victory already.

You can invade the depths of the other person's spirit and take over that body.

That's supposed to happen...... he couldn't even move now.

"Hih......!? Come on, damn it! Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Dopri and Darkness bind Satanikia's body.

I can't move my arms or my legs.

If you can't escape, you can't shake the restraint off.

Satanikia's freedom had been totally deprived here.

He desperately tries to move his body, but he doesn't even freak out.

- - Do you see the memory, you?

I heard that voice.

"Huh!? So, who is it, Temee!? Are you the Demon King?

In front of Satanikia, a man stood.

... No, I don't know if it's a man.

It's just that a man of black colour stood.

Around is darkness and the human form is black. Originally, the color should overlap and not be visible, but the human form was clear as if it were rising.

"Hino!?

Satanikia, which had spoken a good word of prestige, but when the human form reaches out, its void also collapses quickly.

For him, this is the first time he has not even known what is happening.

If normal, his victory is assured at the time he dives into the spirit.

Yet there is an invisible human form in front of me, imprisoned by darkness, that reaches out to my immobile self.

You can't possibly think it's horrible.

- - You can't look at people's memories on your own, can you?

"Ah, ah...! Wow, okay! I'll be out of you in a minute! Never again will you lay your hands on the Demon Kingdom! So, let me go... - Gu Hi!?

Satanikia weeping and begging for her life.

No more shame or outrage.

There is a theory that a human being is an organism that fears what it does not understand.

And that's equivalent to human...... no, it also applies to Satanikia, a demon with more intelligence than that.

Instead, I guess it's because he's better intelligent than a human being, all the more horrible to find that there is a being in front of him that I don't understand at all.

But even such desperate requests don't listen to black people.

The hand grabbed to cover his entire face so as to close Satanikia's words, which were overflowing at all times.

In his tear-moistening sight, Satanikia saw a human face that had never been shaded and invisible.

- - - If you saw Maria... that far, you wouldn't be able to let her go home alive, would you?

That, indeed, was the face of the master.

But not the gentle, creeping smile Satanikia saw, but the face of a man whose eyes, nose and mouth were stained black.

After that, Satanikia never returned from the spirit of the Master.