Needle Maiden

"What! This yarn!

Gah kicked in the stomach and the slave woke up.

Oh, not again.

Calling me Kiki Kii, like a demonic bloodline... now, my own husband.

The slave turned his barely invisible eyes to it.

"What have you lost in quality! You can't do that. The Needlework is the Nuir family!?

Kicking doesn't hurt that much.

Short, fat legs can also chirp with body movements due to lack of exercise.

It was just hard to be stomped on because of its weight.

"Ahhh!

"The Nuir family is the only one who can make protective stitches! And yet, what the hell is this yarn! There's hardly any power in it!

Because of the good reaction of the vain slave, his hands, which were sometimes stepped on, were red and black, and he had stopped even making the sound of a broken bone.

She is a spell spiritualist.

That said, his power is weak, and he is his daughter, who was put up for sale.

All I can do is summon the Spirit.

You can't capture them and take away their power.

No, what you can summon is the ability to be hardly a spellsmith either.

When I learned of this power, the Master praised her.

Spellspirits are easily hated by spirits.

So her power to summon the Spirit was like a treasure to a spellsmith.

It was also to capture the Spirit that the Master visited the village where she was in the country.

Most villagers hated the spellspirits, but...

The village daughter of a rural, poor farmer raised her fever to her master and abandoned her raw house with her special powers and a neat looking man she did not see in the countryside.

That was the division of destiny.

If she's not found by a spellsmith,

If it was the magician who found her,

If she cared about the Spirit

... her fate would have been something different.

My daughter's power was not permanent.

What wills the Spirit and the unrecognized Spellmaster think only of exploiting the Spirit.

And the Spirit is willing.

Naturally, the Spirit escapes.

It's been three or four years since her powers on the side of the Spiritualist passed in a new land.

For in the escaped land of the Spirit there are also fewer new spirits to bear, and eventually they will not.

From a spellsmith to a spellsmith, she is sold out and used as bait to call the Spirit, and her daughter mourns.

Why, I just wanted to be happy.

"We're going to pay high money again and hire a spellsmith! Shit!"

Your husband's cry echoes in his head.

Drop him off angrily out of the room with a vain eye...

My daughter remembered the teacher's face.

Giggy, Giggy

A spider rings on his back.

"Nhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu"

As the Spirit stopped feeling any signs of shards, the spider began to devour her daughter's power.

The spider used his powers better than his daughter.

Your husband will surely bring his master.

"Ahahahahahahahahaha"

I'll eat you delicious.

She is able to use the ability of the spider to capture and take it away.

At last, she was becoming a real spiritualist.

Who overflowed from her mouth that she was a spirit-feeding spellsmith, who would surely taste better than the Spirit.

If you eat it, the teacher, he says,

Mine forever.

Then, I'm sure, I'll be happy.

The spider's belly sticking to the slave's back was integrating with her body.