1.5 In Which the Dark Lord's Home is His Castle

1.5 In Which the Dark Lord's Home is His Castle

Ive heard that burning to death is the most painful way to go. The way Harold screamed made me believe it.

I felt frozen, suddenly sick at what Id done as the man dissolved into flame. It was as if an inferno had erupted in the core of his body, and every inch of him was either crisped completely black or venting concentrated fire. Skin charred, cracked, poured smoke and little flickers; every hole in his head blazed orange and I swear I could see the moment his eyeballs boiled away. It was the most horrific spectacle I had ever beheld, and the fact that I had done this to another living person left me utterly paralyzed with the shock of it.

The sound of his sword clattering to the floor was lost in the noise of Harolds screams as he himself buckled to his knees; I tried to back away, but was already pressed against the ramparts and any further movement threatened to tip me over.

And thenit receded. The flames faded, and to my amazement, everything charred on him regenerated right before my eyes. As the fire died, his skin smoothed out, eyes re-forming out of seemingly nothing. Even his hair grew back.nove(l)bi(n.)com

In the next moment we were left in silence, staring at each other in shock. It took me a further second to grasp what had happened. It was still a healing spell, a powerful one, I had just added an extra component. And so, it had healed him. Fully.

With fire.

Harold, too, came to an obvious realization: he was now alone on a rooftop with someone who could do that. Clumsily, he snatched up his fallen sword and tried to launch a wild swing at me. Maybe the last several minutes of being chased around the fortress had primed survival instincts atrophied from a lifetime spent in a first world country, but despite my horror of a moment ago at this terrible spell Id created, I didnt hesitate for an instant.

Immolate!

What did you do to him!?

There was Kasser, yet again, standing in the doorway and looking a bit the worse for wear for his tumble down the staircase, and also utterly sick at the spectacle of Harold thrashing about and being burned from the inside out, again.

A strange calm had descended on me. It was almost like the last moment before the combined spell had formed in my mind; I had the indefinable sense that things were slotting into place, as they should be.

Oh, him? I had to raise my voice a bit to be clear above Harolds anguished wailing, crouching to collect his sword from where hed dropped it again to step past him toward Kasser. Well, its a bit complicated to explain. Why dont I show you?

The noise Kasser made was just as wordless and primal, though his was a roar of pure rage as he charged me, sword first.

This time I just focused my mind, not bothering to vocalize it.

Immolate.

He burst into flames just as neatly as his companion, collapsing to his knees mid-lunge. It was amazing how quickly Id gotten over my shock and revulsion at inflicting this; it still wasnt fun to watch, but knowing the suffering was temporary and theyd in fact be even better than theyd started out once the healing effect finished working changed the equation for me. Actually, a distant part of me wondered, did that make it even worse? This was no combat spell; it was effectively just an implement of torture. What was the difference between me doing this, and Virya doing it to me?

Of course, that question had an immediate answer: Virya was torturing someone who posed no threat to her, purely for her own sick satisfaction. These guys had been trying to murder me a minute ago, and had been very close to succeeding. I had exactly one means of stopping them, sohere we were.

Collecting Kassers sword, too, I chucked it over the parapet. Funny, now that I looked closely; the swords were scimitars and clearly not made of metal. I might almost have taken it for black glass, except for the oddly organic pattern on the blades. Well, I decided to examine that later, just holding Harolds blade at my side for now.

Harold was in the fetal position by the time his friend stopped burning; Kasser scuttled backward from me, all his rage of the last several minutes gone in an expression of pure terror as he retreated to press his back against the battlements. They were fine, I knewphysically. But the looks on their faces They way it was them fleeing from me, suddenly, in a reversal of our relationship up till now

Never mind shock or guilt over causing such pain. In that moment, with my enemies cowering at my feet, I was overcome by such an all-encompassing sense of vindication that everything else faded away.

This was This was right. Those who opposed me should be on the ground before me, gibbering in terror and submission. I raised my head, staring down at fallen foes, and behind them I could see a thousand shades of every idiot Id ever met in Japan or California who deserved to be set on fire but was protected by the laws of a comfortable modern world. Every asshole who dared look down on me as if I were less than them, from my stuffed shirt father to that sweaty jackass just this morning whod wanted his precious special edition but hadnt bothered to pre-order

And then suddenly I became consciously aware of the direction my thoughts were taking, and it all vanished like a popped soap bubble, leaving me sick with guilt. Maybe Virya hadnt been wrong to choose me, after all

I backed up, eyes on them, sword ready to swingbut more realistically, since I knew nothing about hand to hand combat, prepared to cast another Immolate. Im pretty sure it was the latter prospect which kept them both glued to the battlements, as far from me as they could physically get while I retreated to the door. Grabbing the latch, I stepped back through and pulled it shut behind me.

This one also had a bar. I could see why, too: the bar and the brackets to hold it had been pounded into the walls and the door after its construction because the latch itself no longer shut properly, something having knocked out a chunk of the door frame where it should connect. Somehow I hadnt noticed this while fleeing through it in a panic and also trying to teach myself spell combination. I lowered the bar into place, trapping Kasser and Harold on the roof, took two steps to the side so they couldnt stab me through the cracks if they found their courage again, and slumped backward against the wall.

My first moment on Ephemera not spent fleeing for my life, and I already had so much to process I couldnt even get around to dealing with the reality of the fact that I was stranded on an alien planet full of medieval thugs. That last moment there on the tower was still ringing in my head. Despite what Virya had said, Ive never thought of myself as a bad person. Sure, I can be rude, Ill own that, but its just my way of coping with an unfair world. I tend to shoot my mouth off, but thats not a bad thing per se, just not socially acceptable in Japanese society; if anything it wouldve been an asset once I finally moved back to California. Americans love snark, and you dont even have to have lived there to know it, just watch their movies. And yeah, more of my girlfriends than otherwise have called me an asshole, but not until after the breakup, mostly, and you cant really expect a woman to be reasonable under circumstances like that.

This, though. Thatmalicious glee at inflicting such a brutal humbling on someone. I did not know I had that in me, and I didnt care for the discovery. Its one thing to be a bit of a jerk sometimes, thats not the same as being a bad person. The kind of monster who can set someone on fire and then feel smug about it.

None of it meant anything, I told myself. Those fuckers had been trying to murder me. Anyone would feel jubilant about putting them in their place! I wasnt by nature called to be some kind of Dark Lord, Virya had chosen me at random. She had to have. It was the other guy, Shinonome Yoshi, whose fault this was. The kid had practically stepped right out of a proper isekai: midway through his teens, the sort of vague good nature whod return a dropped phone even to the most insufferable girl in Tokyo, no evidence of any life goals or a personality, apparently no bonds tying him to life in Japan to judge by how fast he jumped at the opportunity to be whisked away to another world. Aside from being fatter than the average harem hero, he was practically the template. I was just some poor bastard whod been standing nearby when Sanora picked him, so Virya grabbed me.

Although, that didnt explain why time had frozen to apparently test us both. And, I guess from the outside, the different ways wed both reacted to the obnoxious gyarus dilemma mustve looked

Oh, wow. Looks like you got this sorted out, huh? Figured out the spell combination, then? Biribo saved me from spiraling any further down that rabbit hole by returning with another scroll.

Mechanically, I held out a hand without answering him and he dropped the scroll into it. As soon as I moved my other hand toward it with the intent to unroll, the ribbon broke. So they responded to intention? Neat. I felt strangely abstract as I opened the scroll, activating the magic and absorbing the word, feeling the spell take shape in my mind:

Summon Slime.

I breathed in and then back out, slowly. A few minutes ago, this would have made me very angry. Right now, I was just too tired.

Biribo?

Boss?

Is there any chance that on Ephemera, slimes are huge, fearsome monsters befitting the demonic armies of the Dark Lord?

He flicked out his tongue, and I have the distinct impression his little lizard face was grinning at me. Well, now that weve got the luxury of time to experiment, seems like theres a good way to find out!

Indeed. Summon Slime.

It popped into being on the floor by my feet, a gelatinous orb roughly the size of a honeydew melon. Mostly transparent with a pale blue hue, and no visible features; no eyes or obvious core the way you sometimes see them depicted in manga. Or maybe not, I dont read that kind of manga as a rule. Justa blob.

As we both stared in silence, the slime extended a gooey pseudopod to probe at the wall next to it, then began oozing slowly across the floor.

Yeah, I said, hearing the weariness in my own voice, that seems about right. Welp, looks like Ive just conquered my first castle. Lets go see what were working with.

Uh, sorry, boss, but the foundational code that makes reality work isnt on that list. I kinda figure the goddesses dont want you messing around with that.

Typical.

Hum. Think about it in terms of what they do, and the limitations on em. Enamor only works on people youre sexually attracted to and has a very specific and limited result. Spirit Bond only works on monsters but results in a more general sharing of magic.

I see, I seeyoure right, theyre both connecting sort of spells, just with very different rules. Similar, but not compatible.

Exactly!

Heres a thought

It was hard, adding a third spell to the mix; my concentration was stretched to the limit to focus on all three at once. I suspected three was going to be the hard limit on how many spells I could mix into a single combo. Already the strain of keeping all three active in my consciousness forced me to lose focus on what I was doing. Id been pushing and pulling at Enamor and Spirit Bond, noting the different ways the magical sigils shifted around me when I flexed my mind at them. Now, it was all I could do to hold all three concepts in my awareness.

To my surprise, they suddenly snapped together of their own volition, as if the third component was exactly what the others had been waiting for. Blinking in shock at the sudden removal of the mental pressure, I found myself in possession of a brand new spell: Enjoin.

Huh, Biribo said aloud. Thats, uhno offense, boss, but

No, youre not wrong, I admitted, studying the shape of it in my mind. Once it was a complete spell I could intuitively understand what it did and how, unlike when I was trying to make different spells fit together. Thats interesting, though. Its basically a spell with the input conditions of Enamor and the output of Spirit Bond. SoI can share magical powerswith a monsteras long as I wanna fuck it.

Right. You made a completely useless spell. Unless you got some serious issues, I mean, and hey, here on Team Evil we dont judge

Just shut up. What if theres a hot girl with magic I might want to absorb? Could be useful for that.

Boss, the only magic people can learn is Blessings, and youve already got more than anybody else except the Hero.

Hm. What about a sexy sorceress who knows better spells than I do?

He buzzed closer to me, peering over my shoulder as if he could read the writing on reality around me. Im kinda spitballin, boss, but I dont think it works like that. Spirit Bond shares natural magical gifts, which only certain non-human creatures have. Spells learned by a Blessing are a different category of thing.

Right. I sighed, then grinned. Okay, fine, I made a completely useless spell. Still wasnt wasted time. Im getting a handle on how the system works. Do you notice how Tame Beast doesnt actually do anything in that mix? Its likeits code was able to make the code of the other two work together across their incompatibility. So it has no conditions or output, its justspare parts.

Well It connected a spell that only works on people to one that only works on monsters, so I guess from a certain point of view a beast is halfway between Biribo suddenly buzzed upward another meter, turning to face the front doors of the mess hall where Id been experimenting. Heads up, boss. Looks like mom and dad are comin home.

Right. I carefully straightened my clothes, wishing I had something more impressive to wear than the polo shirt and slacks of my store uniform. Heres hoping this goes better than with the last bandits we met.

Long as they dont actually succeed in killing you, boss, I dont see how it could go worse.

Thanks, Biribo. Thank you for that.

Anytime, boss, I got your back.

I took the time to remove the fire and healing slimes from view; having cast Tame Beast on each already, all I had to do was think at them and they obeyed. Biribo had said smarter animals would be trickier to control, but slimes were such simple creatures that connecting my mind to theirs completely overwhelmed whatever motive they had. I wondered, briefly, if I could use spell combination to add Tame Beast to Summon Slime and produce one under my control from the beginning? And if that worked on my more enhanced slimeswell, that would involve adding a third spell, which was hard, and Wait, what if I used Spirit Bond on the magic slimes? Could I set myself on fire or acquire a healing aura? On second thought, the first one might not be a good idea.

I pushed all this aside; experimentation later. Confronting bandits now.

The layout of the mess hall said something about the culture which had built it: they had an inherent class consciousness, like most medieval societies did. The mess was divided, with most of the tables in its main open area and a raised dais with a single long table where the forts commander and officers would eat, lording it over the rank and file. It was up on that raised platform that I was currently carrying out my magical experiments, and now busied myself directing my new pet slimes to slither away out of sight. It was easy to find hiding places, as the bandits whod taken over this place were more egalitarian than its original designers; most of the dais had been given over to disorganized storage, and to judge by the dust on the floor, didnt see much use. In fact, most of the tables in the main area were equally dusty, leaving only one with a cleared area around it and dishes still strewn across. Apparently this was a small gang, no more than a handful of people.

For my purposes, that was probably for the best.

I could hear them now, voices and indeterminate sounds that might have been a scuffle, coming from the front of the hall and growing louder, though still muffled by distance and the intervening walls. The moment they opened the front door, it all became much louderand more confusing, as the shouts and laughs and growling echoed in the cavernous space. I lurked half-behind a stack of barrels, breathing slowly in one of the old anti-stage fright exercises my piano tutor had taught me. Not that Id had stage fright in years, but fear was fear and this was rather more urgent. These were bandits. Murdering, plundering barbarians; Kasser and Harold had killed a man just for breaking in here and tried to do the same to me, and there were just two of them.

But I wasnt the same hapless refugee whod been dumped in their laps. I had Heal if things went wrong, and more immediately Immolate was almost as horrifying to watch as it probably was to be subjected to. I could definitely intimidate a few medieval thugs into submission, now. Id have to do something appalling, but Id had time to psych myself up to it this time. There was nothing else for it. Make my grand entrance that Id practiced in my head, identify and combust the leader, start giving ordersit would work. It would have to, that was all.

Then they came swaggering in through the mess hall doors, and in a turn of events I should really have learned to expect by now, all my careful plans got run over by a truck and sent to another world.

There were five of the bandits. I didnt inspect them too closely beyond identifying the apparent leader by the way the others hung back and looked to him: he was a big man, at least a head taller than me, with a coarse beard and his long hair in braids. Three of the others were carrying bundles and objects I didnt really register, and set about laying them out on one of the tables. The leader, meanwhile, was laughing in a booming voice and casually tossed his own burden across another table.

The burden in question was a girl.

Finally, home sweet home, he chortled, grabbing his victim by the neck and pressing her face-down into the tabletop. She was a fighter, snarling nonstop and struggling despite having her arms bound behind her; she aimed what looked like a powerful kick at his groin, but the bandit leader twisted aside, taking the blow on his hip. In annoyance, he lifted his captives head up and smashed it back down, momentarily stunning her. All without seeming to even register he was in a fight. Where the fuck are those two ass berries? See if I leave them in charge of anything again.

Boss, do you gotta do that where we eat? one of his followers objected. It was a woman, I noticed with some surprise, deep-voiced and nearly as burly as the leader, but definitely female. The smallest of the bandits was half-hiding behind her, while the other two men hung back.

He just turned a leer on her. You can stay an watch if you want, Goose. Dont say I never took ya anywhere romantic.

Then he started tugging at his captives clothes and I found myself stepping out into the open.

This was not how Id planned to do this, butfuck, I couldnt just let this go on. Maybe I shouldnt have been surprised; things like this are common enough even in the modern world and were practically routine during lawless and primitive eras. If anything, my shock at the sight just emphasized how out of my depth I was here. Still, theres some shit thats just not to be tolerated. Now, if only I had a plan for this and wasnt thrown back into improvising

Ara, ara, ara, I drawled, projecting as if I were on stage. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at meeven the captive woman, twisting her neck to blink in my direction past the blood trickling down her forehead. And meanwhile, I found myself wishing to trip and break my neck. Really, first confrontation with the bandit gang and here I am channeling the spirit of my cranky grandmother. I was so off my game.

Still, the Omuras didnt raise a quitter, despite what they probably think, and Ive pushed past too many embarrassing foibles on stage to let a thing like that slow me down.

Just who raised you, boy? I demanded of the bandit leader, affecting a condescending tone. Release that young lady immediately. I will not have a guest in my castle so shamefully mistreated by my own staff.

They all continued to gape at me. Well, I can certainly carry a conversation by myself.

"I am Omura Seiji, I proclaimed, raising my chin and putting on a smirk. The Champion of Virya, the Dark Lord sent to subdue this land. And you lucky mongrels have the honor of being my first minions. You may bow.