Chapter 51: How About you Mimic Death!?

(*Celia’s POV*)

On top of this thing being stupidly powerful for a fucking Mimic, fighting it in this tight dungeon with small halls, isn’t fun… Actually, I have lost so much damn HP from this thing… Sure, I can just use healing magic, but I will run out of MP, eventually.

Which wouldn’t be a problem, if I could do more than fucking chip damage to it… I have been fighting it for an hour, but I’ve barely done 10,000 damage to it.

Celia: “Velta! I choose you!” I yell after dodging an attack.

Velta: “Come again?” She asked with a confused tone.

Celia: “Come out and help me with this fucking Mimic, please!” I plead.

Velta: “No thanks. I am not a fighter, but a tricksy talker.” She denied.

Celia: “Then what the Hell am I supposed to do!? I have barely damaged the damn thing…” I say with a defeated tone.

Velta: “Use a big hammer? Frankly, the fact that you haven’t switched to blunt force attacks yet, just made me think that you had no way to do so. Can you?” She asked.

Celia: “…”

Mena, my loving daughter, please know that the gift you’ve given me a while back, which was a war hammer, actually ended up helping me! She wanted to give me, my mothers, and my wives gifts, but we already had many clothes and jewelry. Instead, she gifted us very expensive weaponry with her massive allowance.

I accepted the war hammer, just because she is my daughter. And I figured that I might at one point need it. I truly, truly need to pamper my daughter soon…

Celia: “Velta, please remind me to pamper my daughter when we get back to the world of the living.” I ask.

Velta: “How come?” She replied.

Celia: “Because this war hammer was a gift from her!” I reply with a happy smile before smashing the Mimic with my new weapon, after taking it out of my storage.

In that one attack, the Lock Mimic took 2000 HP worth of damage. And now the fucker was panicking. Serves you right! Doesn’t feel so good when you’re on the receiving end, huh? With an evil smile, I continued to attack the Mimic.

The Mimics attacks were desperate, but I didn’t care. I took each attack head on, and I didn’t even bother to block any of them at all. The damage could be easily healed, after all. My main priority was to kill this demon. And that it was I am going to do!

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*An Hour Later.*

My war hammer, that I will now fondly name after my dear daughter, Mena, was forced down onto the Mimic by my hands. As this was the last strike, I put my all into it. Funnily enough, I accidentally destroyed a huge part of the floor and some of the wall.

Once the stupid Mimic was finally dead, the lock on Alenta’s cell door disappeared into sparkly particles. I went over to her cell and opened up the door. She was still chained to the wall, much like Mika and Sia were chained up.

After healing myself, and cleaning off all of the blood on my dress and body, I put my war hammer, I mean, Mena, away in my storage, and then took out a knife. I used said knife to cut off Alenta’s restraints. Alenta seemed happy to be free.

Alenta: “Ah, I have been trapped here for over twenty years… It feels so good to be free!” She said with a happy tone.

Celia: “It took over twenty years for Alice to bother and save you?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Alenta: “It’s only been actually a few months. I am just being dramatic.” She replied with a shrug.

Celia: “Can…Can the next administrator of Hell really be this whimsical?” I ask with a sigh.

Alenta: “I am usually way more mature, but I had to find ways to entertain myself in this boring cell. I’ll calm down, eventually.” She replied with a shrug.

Celia: “I sure hope so… Anyway, let’s get out of here.” I say before taking out the crystal thingy that Alice gave me.

Alenta: “What’s that?” She asked with a curious tone.

Celia: “Hm? Ah, it’s something that Alice gave me to notify her that we’re ready to teleport back to her. I am just supposed to crush it.” I explain.

Alenta quickly took the thing out of my hands… Before I could ask her reasons why, she took a bite of the damn crystal… What’s worse, is that she seemed to enjoy it…

Alenta: “My daughter sure is a trickster.” She said with a laugh.

Celia: “Explain, please?” I ask with a confused expression.

Alenta: “She lied. Alice can’t actually teleport us back to her layer. That crystal was just one of her homemade rock candies. It was watermelon flavor, by the way.” She explained.

Celia: “Please don’t tell me that we have to go ALL the way BACK up to her layer…” I say with a fed up tone.

Alenta: “We do.” She answered.

Motherfuckeeeerrrrr! I was double played! Again! I am going to go in-fucking-sane! Why do these people feel the need to trick me so fucking often? Alice could have told me the truth, and I would have still gone back down to save Alenta…

Alenta: “Please don’t hate her. It is hard to trust people here in Hell. As such, most people tend to trick others. Which is why I didn’t inform you of the Mimic until you had no choice but to fight it.” She explained with a remorseful tone.

Celia: “I see… but I am still upset about it. I have helped many people after coming to Hell, and only a few of them didn’t trick me in some way.” I say with a sigh.

Alenta: “I’m sorry about that… Anyway, for now, we just have to go through each layer again. Do not worry, as a Hell administrator candidate, I can just travel to each layer as I please.” She reassured.

Celia: “Oh? So we can just go straight to her layer?” I ask with a happy tone.

Alenta: “Nope. We have to go through each layer one by one. But we just have to teleport there, open up another door, and repeat those actions a few times.” She answered.

Celia: “…”

With a sigh, I agreed with Alenta’s plan. Luckily, Alenta could open up a door to a different layer wherever she pleases, so it will be way faster this time. Oddly, once again, Velta is being silent. I swear that Alenta heard her earlier, though…