Chapter 165

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Their wrists and ankles were shackled in iron chains, the ends of which led into the mirror behind them.

It was a sign of submission to Anaxia.

“Let’s play together. Hm~~?”

The dreamers winked.

It was a ploy to cloud the opponent’s mind by radiating temptation.

Of course, I simply brushed it off.

“Since there are two of them, we should split into teams.”

A dream demon’s mental attacks worked better on the opposite sex. Although they were low-level guys, there was no need to make things easier for the enemy.

I distributed the group very rationally.

“Ash, Hestio, Ephael. You have the Incubus Servant.”

“Yes, sister.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Why not the succubus?”

Then Thesilid, who was not called, summoned the holy sword and spoke.

“Then I’m on the Succubus Maid group......”

“No. You just rest.”

“What?”

I declared solemnly, pulling out Serpens.

“I’ll deal with the succubus alone.”

Do people take me for a crazy girl to pit Thesilid against a succubus?

‘Never!’

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ cheers you on with a furious affirmation.]

[‘The Critic who adjusts the balance’ says you’re having a hard time stopping the protagonist from building a harem.]

[‘The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials’ is dissatisfied.]

I loaded my sword with aura and stomped the ground.

“Here I go!”

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Of course, the succubus maid was knocked out in one blow.

“Sp, sp, spare me.”

“Yeah. No. Bye.”

I let her go without pain, but I guess there must have been emotions in my sword, as Thesilid, who was watching from the side, said in a dazed tone.

“You seem to hate succubi a lot.”

“Yes.”

As I sheathed my sword, I looked around to see if the other three were doing well.

“O-Oh no! I can’t believe my honey trap doesn’t work!”

A half-naked, mumbling Incubus servant huddled into the corner, and his ramblings soon became a will.

“Good job.”

“It was a dream demon, but it’s nothing special.”

Ephael expressed his disappointment over what he expected.

Since I was a kind leader, I was happy to explain.

“Because he was a low-level dreamer, it seems like there wasn’t much he could do other than hypnotize.”

“What about the stronger ones?”

“Well, if we are talking about the Succubus Queen, she could transform into your perfect ideal type and take you down within 10 seconds.”

“Oooooh......!”

“Stop the silly expectations. You can’t even see a demon’s artwork straight.”

The two dream demons crumbled into powder, leaving only a maid uniform and tailcoat.

I rummaged through their clothes hoping to find anything to loot.

One item came out from inside each set of clothes.

[‘The scale that judges the soul’ congratulates you on scoring an awesome costume that you couldn’t get even after using cash in the cash shop.]

‘Well. Can this be called a costume?’

What was held in my hand was a vest and harness made of black leather straps.

“Hold on, why is RUWS here......”

[‘The Spoiler Inspector’ opens his eyes wide.]

Oops, sorry.

“Uh, hmm, the mirror of the most frustrating novel you’ve ever read?”

Durururu!

Hm, right. I knew it.

[‘The Critic who adjusts the balance’ marvels at how you managed to finish the original novel given your personality.]

[‘The Eyes that Watch Over the Chaos of All Things’ notes that you were also eager to leave comments.]

[‘The Critic who adjusts the balance’ asks if it was comments filled with trolling and hate.]

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ chuckles at the comment ‘Our main character is just set for slow growth, right? RIGHT!?’]

For some reason, this is painful to listen to. Resisting the urge to cover my ears, I hurried down the aisle.

This time, there were stairs instead of a hallway.

As I went up to the second floor, the level of the bosses also rose to S level.

Well, it wasn’t something that could compete with the might of our paladins, so we quickly defeated it.

The problem was, once again, the mirror.

“What the hell? It doesn’t reflect anything.”

“Really?”

Hestio and Ephael snooped around in front of the mirror for a while, but the mirror was as white as a sheet of paper.

There was no reflection for them, but it was the same even when Thesilid and I stood in front of the mirror. This means that four people from our group do not have the correct answer to the riddle.

<All four are not eligible? This is a difficult one.>

Now the only one we could trust was Ash.

“Go, youngest.”

“You are our hope.”

Fortunately, Ash lived up to our expectations. The mirror finally reflected the image that would become a hint.

A red-haired girl appeared, glaring at us with fierce eyes and at that moment, Ash’s expression became distorted.

“Crazy.”

“Wow, the youngest swore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sister and brothers. But......haaa, really......”

Our youngest showed a strong dislike.

As we wondered and asked “What? What is it?”, Ash let out a long sigh and blurted out the answer.

“My ex.”

Durururu!

Thanks to this, we had just unintentionally learned a lot about each other’s pasts.

While his older sister and brothers were all single from birth, the youngest, who hasn’t even had a coming-of-age ceremony yet......

“You say you’ve been in a relationship......?”

“Brother Ephael?”

“Ash, you suddenly feel so distant.”

“......?”

Ephael pretended to walk away from Ash.

Thesillid and I glanced sideways at each other.

[‘The Scales that Judges the Soul’ considers the 17th regressor’s still pristine past as desirable, while deeply regretting the transmigrator’s lack of experience.]

[‘The World-building God’ complains about this kind of double standard.]

[‘The Spoiler Inspector’ looks at the protagonist with suspicious eyes and is deep in thought.]

About that time, Ash looked back at me and said solemnly.

“Sister, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Last time I was very rude.”

“About what?”

“Before I started offering murder contracts for cheap, I should have asked if you had an ex-boyfriend.”

“Do you want to get scolded?”

“No.”

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