S-Stop ittt!!! Don’t you dar-

“Problem number 1. Syviel. The manipulative elf female we’ve… you’ve had sex with.”

?! Manipulative?! D-Didn’t you see? Syviel lo-loves me!!!

“Haaah...Where do I start…

“Let’s see… ah. Legs. Woman. Cut off her other leg since you’ve already done the left one.”

“O-kayyy~”

Soma picked up her sword, and leisurely strolled towards Syviel.

“W-w-w-w-w-wait a m-minute, don’t come near me! DON’T COME NEAR ME!!! Noooooo!!! My legs! Don’t touch my legssss!!! Stay away! Stay away!!! Help!!! Help me!!!

?! Y-You… you two elves, you’re the support squad right?! Why aren’t you moving?! Get over here and help meee!!! FASTER!!! SHE’S COMING! SHE’S GOING TO HURT ME AGAINNN!!!”

Syviel spotted the two elves not too far from her, and did not hesitate to ask for help. She could take all the assistance she could get, or she’d experience the loss of another leg again.

“?! Aaahhh, money right?! Alright, I will recompense you with a tenth of my Inpathium stash, how bout’ that, feeling up for it now?! It-it’s not a bad deal right?! Please! HURRY!”

They still stood completely still, as their faces were stiff as logs. They were extremely uncooperative for some reason, which was the worst case scenario of Syviel.

She was not aware of what White had done to them psychologically with a single gaze. She could not comprehend the happenings outside while trapped inside the Earth Sphere, as she continued to bleed out from the severed portion of her left leg.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, she had actually casted a number of serviceable utility spells to stop the bleeding. Even though she knew high-grade health recovery skills, items or herbs could heal back her limbs and numb the sensations of pain to a certain extent, no one in their right minds would want to voluntarily experience it at all over again from the beginning.

“NOOOO STOP COMING CLOSERR!!! A-a quarter!!! ...No?! Argh, A THIRD! That’s it, help me! Help meeee!!! Why are you two not moving?! Y-you don’t believe me?! Y-you’ve heard of the underground mining business haven’t you?! I’M RICH! I’M FILTHY RICH! Y-You have to save me from this psychopath, she’s going to cut my leg off again! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! I CAN’T TAKE THE PAIN ANYMORE! I’M GOING TO TURN CRAZY FROM THE PAIN!!! DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH SUFFERING I’M GOING THROUGHHH?!

-Alright, I’ll give you everything! EVERYTHING! SO MOVE!!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME… PLEASE!!! HELP ME PLE-

… Aaahhh… ahhhh….”

But the two elves were helplessly motionless, even after her desperate pleas. 

Soma was now right in front of her, with the sword gripped in her right hand, glowing red.

“I don’t like torture, but since I hate you a lot, and a lot and a lot, and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot and a lot-”

“-Stop wasting my time.”

!!!

“Y-hyes!!! S-so, *cough*, I willingly accept, from the bottom of my heart. I will be open to new and enjoyable experiencesss~, if it means administering the most painful treatment I can inflict to your body~ Welp, I shouldn’t dwell too long talking to you, Master’s orders are absolute after all~

Here. We. Go~”

Soma was wearing the brightest of smiles she could ever make out on her face, as she raised the heavy sword high up effortlessly with her right arm.

Arglav and Karna shut their eyes with a grimace, as the horrific scene they expected to happen before them unfolded.

A thud as it went through the flesh.

The sound was somewhat muffled.

Blood splattered everywhere.

“!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My legsssssssssss!!! My leeeeeeeegggggssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!”

Soma frowned and lowered her sword onto the ground. She used her thumb to wipe off the blood that got on her cheeks.

“Haaah, ...as I expected..., torture without love… the feeling is too bland... Ahhh, ahhh… stop screaming will you, you little bitch. You fucking bitch. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.”

Soma stepped on the throat of Syviel continuously with her leg equipped in a metal sabaton. A distinct cracking sound was heard, as Syviel stifled a scream of pain as she suffered from the snap on her neck.

A light yellowish color appeared around Syviel’s neck, and her expression calmed down slightly as if she'd received some form of healing magic from that.

“Masterrr~ Is this really fineee~? Do I really get a reward after this~? I’m not a fan of torture myselfff~ Unless… if it's with yo-”

“-Reward? Why do you speak of a reward, when you’re just as low as her. ...I haven’t forgotten while I was buried inside, ...you… you forced yourself onto me as well a week ago, haven't you?

Don’t go spreading your dirty liquids all over my body ever again. Do you think, I’m someone for you to mark? HUH? And I had to go through the trouble of creating suggestions through his subconscious to actually work through this scent of yours.

Pungent. Filthy. I would’ve really intended to order you to die at the slightest opportunity I get, if it wasn’t for my own inability to carry these things out myself.

Do you understand now, noisy woman? Proceed like I ordered you to, you have absolute no other value to me at this point.”

“Nnnnnggghhhhh~!!!!!!! …...Ma...mas….masterrr~.... *haaah haaah*I… I don’t dislike this kind of Masterrr~”

Soma started to get turned on from the hate directed towards her, as her knees became unsteady, and she had to use the handle of her sword to support both of her arms and body. Another round of liquid sprayed out from beneath her armor, as a very familiar scent entered White’s nose.

Her leg stepped deeper into Syviel’s neck, as the female elf’s eyeballs widened even larger than before from the pain Soma was causing her to experience.

It was not known whether she did this deliberately or not.

Is she… getting off of this…? Th-this woman, she’s a more hardcore masochist than I expected… I should not get involved with her ever again after all of this is done...

White flinched a little and moved a little backwards in disgust.

But he wasn't aware of the Blood Contract within him yet. Escaping from Soma, was a foolish notion.

He refocused quickly, and returned to look at the motionless Syviel, who had been screaming since a while ago. Her body reeked of piss, and she had an irreparable and tearing scalp. Both of her legs were also gone.

At this point, if Syviel did not have the knowledge that these injuries could be recovered with magic, she would have already given up on living with her handicapped body.

White pushed the unsteady Soma away and stood before Syviel, who was clutching her neck in pain.

At the fact that this had happened because of his orders, White did not even feel an inkling of remorse or empathy for the woman in front of her.

“Haaah, haaah, haaah, haaah…!!!”

Syviel could finally begin to breathe, as she took in mouthfuls of air in quick succession.

“...Though…”

White squatted down and looked at Syviel with a lower eye level.

“?! Hiiiiiiiiii!!! Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t come!”

Syviel, noticing someone else was in front of her, retreated instinctively to avoid further deplorable acts towards her body.

White narrowed his eyes with disinterest, and then stood back up again.

“...It’s pretty surprising you’re this energetic while begging for your life... After losing this much blood at that too. I say, ...how many more tricks are you hiding...? You’re using some kind of magic to lessen the pain I assume. A normal person, would’ve gone insane by now, … right? Syriel?”

“?!”

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The familiar voice that had called her name correctly startled her. The woman slowly looked up, and saw the displeased look on White’s face.

“!!! Yo-you… G-grade…D…!!!”

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?! H-huh? What are… what are you talking about? She’s Syviel right?!

The boy had been watching within the empty space as he viewed the monitors before him.

He could only watch helplessly as the other him wreaked havoc with his body.

But this statement shocked him.

If his other self claimed to know everything he himself didn’t… then....what does this mean?

And then, the monitors flickered off and on crazily all of a sudden, as radio static disrupted his vision on the monitor again.

A sharp surge of pain went through his head.

Gyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hmm… you’re in pain now? Good. That means it’s working as I intended it to be.” (whisper)

“Master, did you say something~?

… Master? Master?”

Soma began to grow worried, as a nervous expression showed on her face. White was slightly unresponsive while he was muttering something under his breath.

“Mas...ter…?”

Soma suddenly felt like she was isolated from what her Master was thinking, and that made her a little itchy inside.

She didn’t like secrets.

...The itch was getting harder and harder to get rid of by the second.

“...........................................…”

...But before Soma’s darkening thoughts transitioned into lifeless eyes, White snapped out of it.

Soma quickly returned to normal and returned a smile at White, as if nothing had happened before.

“? No, nothing. Well then…”

White tilted his head to the right while staring down at Syriel who was sprawling on the ground.

“We’re on crunch time right now, ...so I don’t have time to entertain you anymore. You had your fair share of pain, so I’ll end it here. You’re the first act, ...after all.

...Grade D, ...was it? Well then, Syriel, this Grade D is going to ask you for your final words...?”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“...Ah, you wanted to say something? I can’t hear it very well through your broken vocal chords… Well that’s just too bad. I can’t hear anything at all in the end. It’s such a pity, don’t you feel so too, White?”

White wasn’t looking at the monitors, but the flashing images that were surging into his mind like recovered pieces of his memory.

Through the series of dominating acts he had done towards this elf he was intimate with…

...He had finally recalled the first piece of memory he suppressed deep inside.

Yes, everything was done like this in order to draw his inner emotions out and release everything he had suppressed within him.

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...

One of the two guard elves under the elf Tasha, or Tricia’s command, went missing from his days in the village.

The vague way to tell apart each of them.

Bangs to the left of her white bobcut, holding a battle axe on her left hand. Syviel.

Bangs to the right of the same haircut and color, wielding a rapier on her right hand. Syriel.

It was a small thing that would otherwise go unnoticed, but White had picked this up and had always observed the use of their dominant hands internally. There were also slight habits in their speech that made White differentiate them, but he wasn’t certain about this.

The most important fact was that Syviel had everything left, while Syriel had everything right.

It was understandable how he could notice that easily, because people inherently wield weapons with their dominant hand. That was how he’d already identified both of them from the very first time he had met the ‘twins’, but it was just an unconscious awareness.

Such a pointless detail, was overshadowed by the sweet sensations of sex with the elves.

This was where the strange feeling of incongruity started to sprout within himself.

The time when the woman White had assumed to be Syviel appeared beneath the dungeon when he was looking for the Master Craftsman, she lifted the battle axe she was holding, on her right arm.

The shakiness she showed when using the axe in actual combat, also showed her inexperience with using an unfamiliar weapon.

Because she was Syriel all along. She used, a rapier and not a battle axe...

This revelation, resurfaced some more horrible flashbacks that were being hidden.

White clutched his head painfully, as dark emotions began to surface.

At this moment, the constraints binding him slowly lifted. White opened the door to the empty apartment and gestured with a bow.

A sudden gravitational force was pulling White towards the exit as if the ground was moving akin to a conveyor belt.

Well then, go ahead. I’m going to give you temporary control over our body. Syriel’s life, lies on your oh-so-important decisi-

“-No need.”

White answered abruptly, much to the surprise of his other self.

...Pardon…?

Finally recovering from the pain on his mind, White stood back up and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, before lowering them towards the floor again. His eyes narrowed in sorrow, as he returned to the front of the monitors and huddled back down once more.

“...I see why... I have so many missing parts of my memories. I...I have almost forgotten about it, the side effects of not having the medicine regularly... The things you’re trying to show me..., ...they’re all causes of mental stress that were uncontained… right?

… ...Then it’s easy to resolve this.

Take me through.

Take me through everything. My hands.”

I intend to take you through everything, whether you break or not. That is not my problem, because if you do, it becomes easier to take over that wa-

“-Cut the bullshit, you've control over that woman don't you? So what are you waiting for? Kill her. Kill that puppet. You are my hands, correct? Then do it.”

His other half was stunned momentarily, but ultimately smiled at the words of his host. Although his long white hair had obscured his eyes which made it hard to tell the emotions of White,  it was definitely not a positive expression.

It was unknown what part of his suppressed memories that he had seen, to cause him to have such a drastic change of heart.

World Function #1: Assimilation; Demon King has been activated.

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“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Syriel was seemingly trying to scream something with furrowed eyebrows, but she could only make out little gasps. Those would soon, become her final ‘words’ before her imminent death.

Given the order for execution through a thumbs-down hand gesture, Soma made quick work of her target as Syriel’s head was severed cleanly from her body.

...Or at least, what should have happened.

“?!!!”

But the head reattached back to Syriel’s body.

There was a gel-like string attached to the back of her head.

Soma and White followed the other end of that string, and it led to a certain individual.

The individual that had been there the whole time.

“Tch, I totally forgot about that thing…!!! I'm sorry, Master!!!”

White did not respond to Soma, as he continued to stare vigilantly at the person at his front who opened their mouth slightly to speak.

“Displeasinggg… Truuuly displeasing…

That is not how you torture someone.”

Before them, stood a woman wearing a beautiful set of armor and sword.

The slime woman.

She hung a very devilish smile on her face, as her ocean-blue eyes shined brightly as if locking onto a prey.

But part of her body had melted away, distorting her facial features.

Syriel regained consciousness at this time, and began touching her whole body to confirm if she was indeed still alive.

“?!!! My… my wounds…!!! Ha...hahaha… I’m… I’m back…? Hah… hahaha...ha- Y-you are?!!!"

Syriel noticed the slime woman behind her, gently smiling.

"I am your saviour. I'm the one who treated your wounds. Now go on~ I'll hold them back. You can escape now~"

And then, the slime woman gestured a path towards the village.

"I-is that so?! Haha... hahaha...

I-I'm free...

I'm finally going to escapeee!!!"

The hallucinations of the happy atmosphere in the village began to resurface within her mind.

That's right, this nightmare was finally going to be over...

"Wh-"

Soma wanted to say something, but the slime woman stopped her with a finger on her mouth to gesture her to keep quiet. Soma knew she couldn't win over her right now with the lack of mana.

She could only watch as Syriel escaped away from her.

Soma was biting her lips so hard that it bled, as a look of immense frustration showed on her face.

"I'm sorry... Master... I should've killed her sooner..."

"..."

Realizing that the slime woman was keeping her torturers at bay, she gloated in her mind as she hurriedly ran with unsteady steps away from them.

"I'm safe! I'm safe! Thank goodness, thank goo-

...

...?

Syriel's sense of security slowly faded away all of a sudden, as she felt something wrong inside of her body. She stopped in her tracks and moved her right hand to feel her skin slowly. 

And then, that part of her skin teared off upon contact with her fingers.

?!!!

Color slowly drained away from her face.

The cogwheels that drove her feelings of despair had begun to turn again, as she realized what was happening.

…!!! Aaaaa?!!! AAaaAaAaAaAAAAaAAAAaAAAAHHHHHHHhHHHHHHHhHHHHHHHHHHhHHHHhHHhHHHHHHHHHhHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHH!!!”

Her entire body started to corrode from the inside out.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Syriel’s dissolving hands were scratching her whole body, which were also melting away slowly but sure.

The unexpected turn of events took a full minute, as everyone present watched the gruesome scene of tearing skin and spilling blood took place.

The constant screaming slowly faded away, as even the vocal chords no longer existed.

Finally, Syriel the elf remained with nothing more than a puddle of blood. There was nothing of her left to recover from.

When attention was gathered at the slime woman again, they noticed quickly that her usual calm demeanor was already long gone, and it was replaced with a certain aura of ferocity; It felt as if the slime woman had finally followed the natural instincts of a cold-blooded monster.

It was now apparent that the slime woman had revived Syriel at a whim, just to kill her again for her own entertainment and pleasure.

“This is how you do it~”