Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 253

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My face, viewed not through a mirror but from the perspective of a complete stranger, is genuinely beautiful.
“I, viewed not through a mirror but from a complete stranger’s perspective, am truly beautiful.”
Ah, this bastard was me. The way she talks is absolutely idiotic.
“You’re genuinely an idiot.”
Now that I’d finished admiring the beauty, it was time to punch her.
My fist drove straight into Mitchell Neftis’s face. There was no impact sensation, but I could see her sculpted nose crumple from the blow. At the same moment, my own face throbbed with pain. I hadn’t been hit, yet it hurt as if I had been!
“Ugh, my sculpted nose!”
“If you hit us, we feel the pain! That’s exactly why you’re an idiot!”
Since the attack struck directly at my sense of pain, neither my skill nor my transformed body mattered. This was the first time I’d felt pain this intense since my fight with Iyongi. I rolled across the floor, cursing Mitchell for calling me an idiot while I endured the long-forgotten agony.
“How did you even survive entrusting your body to an idiot and worrying like that, you absolute idiot!”
“Because Seian likes you, so I put up with it—why are you an idiot!”
“This idiot’s in a bad mood!”
Your love is heavy. I’m in a bad mood. Was being in a fusion state acceptable as long as Seian liked you?
“Your love is heavy and twisted and makes me sick, you idiot.”
“I don’t want to hear that from someone who stole Seian’s underwear, you idiot.”
“That was mostly Mitchell’s psyche’s doing.”
“Hey! I don’t have those kinds of perverted desires! Do you want to die!”
This idiot actually had a head of stone—she pulled out the legendary Frozen Blade.
If we get hit by that, we’re dead, you idiot! Let’s calm down and talk this through!
“Agh! It’s freezing!”
Mitchell pulled away from me, flailing her arm as she tried to wrap the ice mixer around it, unleashing an incomplete spell. A clean hole punched through my room’s wall. Now that I thought about it, the cold resistance belonged to Evan.
“Wow, damn, how does such an absolute moron even exist.”
“Shut up, you fool!”
For someone claiming to be a Duke’s daughter, her speech was remarkably crude. No wonder people called her a mad dog.
“I’m ashamed that you were once my other self.”
“What? Did you like me? Are you grateful?”
The blockhead wiped her nose with a sniff, looking exactly like some village idiot. My vision swam. So that’s why Mother was pleased when I became more composed.
“Sister! Are you alright!”
Oh. Rael must have heard the wall collapse and come running. I hesitated over how to explain being split into two, but he approached me without so much as a glance at the smaller Mitchell, examining my body.
“You used magic to destroy the wall, didn’t you? You mustn’t recklessly use such a precious existence when you’re upset. Your injury would be a loss to the world, after all.”
After Rael confirmed I had no injuries, he said he’d restore the room before returning next time and left. Rael truly has impeccable manners. He even exited through the door despite the collapsed wall.
“Our consciousness is split in two, but we have only one body. We cannot be divided.”
Hmm… I’m not sure what that means, but I suppose that’s how it is. As I nodded vaguely, Mitchell gave me a look that made me feel strangely embarrassed.
“You’re just nodding vaguely without understanding what’s happening.”
Tsk. Since we were one person until just moments ago, she reads me all too well. As I clicked my tongue softly, Mitchell lamented that I was an idiot.
“You’re an idiot too, so why do you keep calling me an idiot?”
“When I got the Division skill, I thought you’d be the first to test whether self-separation was possible.”
“….”
I couldn’t deny it. That had been a genuinely stupid blunder on my part. But I had my excuses too.
“You weren’t even on my radar back then.”
“I know, so don’t bother saying it.”
“If I hadn’t become interested in division skills because of the mana amplifier, I never would have thought of you at all.”
“Shut up! Don’t say stupid things using my face!”
“It’s my face too!”
“This is my body originally! You’re just freeloading off the fusion!”
“Without me, you never would’ve gotten close to Seian Crowell!”
“Bringing that up now is cowardly!”
This was exhausting. Since we were equally matched in stupidity, the argument just wouldn’t end. The cacophony of this blockhead was agonizing, but Mitchell Neftis started grinning wickedly the moment Seian Crowell’s name came up.
Now that I thought about it, that bastard—my other self—had even risked his life trying to claim Seian Crowell’s body.
“Hehe, well, I’ll admit you made things interesting.”
“Stop laughing like that, you trash.”
“Come on, let’s fuse again and go find Seian Crowell. This time we settle it for good.”
“Gerth comes first.”
“Ugh, you stubborn bastard.”
Mitchell Neftis muttered something about whether that’s what got Seian Crowell interested, then urged me to fuse again since we’d confirmed separation was possible anyway.
Something felt deeply wrong about this. Normally, wouldn’t two consciousnesses resist merging into one? It felt even stranger because my consciousness seemed to take priority over Mitchell Neftis’s. This body belongs to Mitchell Neftis. Half of my consciousness is hers. So shouldn’t I feel resistance to wandering around doing whatever I want?
“Why are you so eager to stay fused?”
“Because I can’t have nighttime fun with Seian Crowell without you.”
“You lunatic, stop dodging the question.”
“?”
“?”
Wait—is this madman actually serious? He wants to live peacefully fused with me just so he can sleep with Seian Crowell?
“Are you some lust-crazed monster? Is that the only thing in your head?”
“Hey! You don’t want to do it with Seian Crowell?!”
“Of course I want to! I’m going to!”
“Then we need to fuse!”
Right! We definitely need to!
For a moment I was about to agree, but then I slapped Mitchell Neftis hard across the face. My own cheek stung from the impact. But it cleared my head.
“You con artist! What kind of trick are you trying to pull?!”
“Tsk.”
So that’s where Mitchell Neftis’s skill at being mysteriously evasive with friends came from. Reina Letem had once said I was obviously stupid but oddly good at acting noble. It must have been Mitchell Neftis’s consciousness at work inside me.
“I separated you because there was a purpose.”
“You mean making a Legendary through division fusion, right?”
“You understand well.”
“Because I am you.”
“So your rush to fuse earlier—was that to avoid this question?”
“You already know, so why ask?”
That makes sense. If I thought of it, then she could come up with the same idea too. I’ve only separated our consciousness, but we’re still sharing all our memories and experiences up to this point.
“If I use Legendary Division and Fusion well, it should be possible. But I’m not going to use it now.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll do it when the time comes. Just wait.”
“You handed over control of other skills, but you’re keeping Fusion to yourself, and you’ve hidden Concealment too—is that the same intention?”
“Yeah. I’m worried you’ll waste it on something pointless.”
“Then you knew from the beginning what this would be used for.”
“Ugh.”
The beautiful woman cursed at me with her face. Mitchell, muttering that this was exactly why she didn’t want to talk at length, grabbed me by the throat and tried to force a Fusion.
“I’m doing what I want to do, so don’t meddle! I don’t get involved in your affairs either!”
“Kek! You were enjoying things with Seian Crowell just fine!”
“Was that only good for me?!”
Damn brat with such a rotten personality!
Mitchell, unconcerned that her own throat was getting sore, made choking sounds and shouted Fusion. The separated consciousness merged together smoothly.
I heard later that I’d been bedridden for a full day afterward. When I first fused and woke up in the Prison, all the procedures were already finished, so I didn’t know at the time. It seems there’s a side effect of losing consciousness after fusing my sense of self. I can’t use this whenever I feel like it.

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With the break approaching, I spread the news everywhere that I was going to have a wedding with Gerth. When I sent out notices saying I’d be in Ilam preparing for the wedding, seven classmates from the Magic Department, three seniors, and thirteen juniors said they’d come to Ilam.
The Department Head Professor naturally had to come for the ceremony, and the Academy Headmaster said he’d go to congratulate us and see my father.
I even visited the Imperial Palace to deliver the invitation, but unfortunately Cecilia said she couldn’t attend the wedding in Ilam due to official duties. However, she said that when the Serpent King’s Tower moves, she’d send a housewarming gift, so I should look forward to it.
The fact that Cecilia told me to look forward to it was absolutely terrifying. What on earth was that woman planning to give?
My friends returned to their respective homes, Seian Crowell was sulking and wouldn’t talk to me, and I gratefully accepted the reward points I earned from perfect attendance at morning exercises, boldly discarded my report card, and returned to the Serpent King’s Tower.
Carrying bundles of peaches I’d received from Mekala, I stood on the tower’s highest level, but no one was there to greet me. Sensing something was amiss, I spread my ice wings and leaped down into the courtyard, where I found demi-humans gathered together in a shelter.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Ex-wife! Perfect timing! Your mother woke up!”
“I only have Eleanor as my mother.”
“Don’t be so cold—come here quick!”
At Apet’s cry, the demi-humans and beasts parted like the Red Sea. So all these people were living in the tower. The tower really was far more spacious inside than it looked from the outside.
“Evan. Welcome back.”
Gerth was so happy to see me that he tried to do a reverse Lion King lift on me, so I beat him to it, hoisted Gerth up, and spun around doing the reverse Lion King. For some reason, Gerth looked embarrassed. I was delighted.
“This is more embarrassing than I expected.”
“I was happy because I could grab the outer edges of Gerth’s chest and his armpits.”
“Stop.”
“Gerth’s chest is firm but surprisingly soft in places, and when I press his armpits he flinches—I’m incredibly looking forward to our wedding night.”
“Stop talking about that.”

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