Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85
Stella seemed to think she had sufficiently intimidated Liriope and seized the initiative, and she offered patronizing comfort with an air of ease.
“You see, this room is a domain I designed myself. Here, I’m all but sovereign, so it’s perfect for us to have a quiet conversation undisturbed.”
Of course, the invited guest had never consented to any such thing, but naturally that mattered little to Stella.
Liriope repeated her words back slowly, as if chewing them over.
“A conversation?”
“Yes, I thought perhaps there might be some misunderstanding from what happened before.”
“A misunderstanding?”
“That’s right. A misunderstanding. A very serious one, at that.”
[The things that happened before? When Milena was tormented on my first day in the Inner Sanctuary and I was exposed, even attacked you? Hah. How laughable. If you’re now trying to claim it was all some delusion, I’m afraid you’re far too late for that.]
But Liriope let out a scoff at Ode’s words. Now it was her turn to mock him.
‘How naive, Ode.’
[What did you say?]
‘Stella doesn’t even think she’s done anything wrong in the first place. Why would she play the innocent now, right in front of me?’
As expected, Stella’s next words played out exactly as Liriope had anticipated.
“That cloak—you really just found it by accident, didn’t you?”
With a mocking smile, Stella looked Liriope up and down, her words dripping with certainty.
“You discovered it lying somewhere the moment you stepped out of the Outer Sanctuary and stole it, didn’t you?”
[What, what is this? This girl is still going on about the cloak?]
Ode appeared stunned by Stella’s obsession with the cloak, which far exceeded what he’d imagined.
Of course, regardless of how Liriope and Ode reacted, Stella held out her hand with an air of absolute resolve.
“But you can’t just pick up someone else’s belongings and keep them without permission. That’s theft. Come now, I’ll return it to its owner for you, so take it off and give it here.”
Though she still wore a smile, if one looked carefully, Stella seemed somewhat anxious.
More precisely, it would be accurate to say the girl was in heat.
In the gleaming pupils of her eyes, which devoured the cloak draped over Liriope with their gaze, greed, longing, and obsession burned bright.
“Didn’t you hear me? Why are you just standing there like that?”
As a result, Liriope’s utter stillness wore through what little patience Stella had left.
“Give me the cloak, will you? Right now, hurry up……!”
“I received it.”
“What?”
“This cloak. I received it from its owner. In person.”
Contrasted with Stella’s fervent attitude, Liriope’s composed demeanor appeared all the more listless and devoid of enthusiasm.
Stella quietly turned over the absurd words she’d just heard, then let out a laugh.
“My, weren’t you taught that lying is wrong?”
“You seem to want to believe it’s a lie.”
Yet there was not the slightest flicker of change in Liriope’s expression.
When Stella’s brow twitched in response, a bombshell of words came tumbling from Liriope’s lips.
“But it’s the truth. That person doesn’t just give me this cloak—they bring me all sorts of things. Why, it seems you’ve never received anything like that from them, have you? Are you jealous because you want it? Would you like me to give it to you? To be honest, I find it a bit awkward and troublesome that they keep insisting on giving me these gifts that are difficult to deal with, and keep coming to see me all the time.”
From Liriope’s lips, word after word flowed without pause, burrowing into Stella’s ears like filthy mud, clinging there thickly and refusing to let go.
Given that the subject was someone Stella held dear, the content was truly shocking and grotesque—she could not believe Liriope’s words at all.
But Liriope’s serene expression remained unmoved, as though it spoke only of truth, and Stella’s face grew ever more hideously twisted.
In any case, whether Liriope’s words were true or false, one thing was certain: they had made Stella furious.
“So what’s your answer? Do you want this cloak? If you want it that badly—enough to cling to me like that—should I just give it to you?”
Whether or not Liriope was aware of this, she lifted the hem of her cloak lightly with her hand, where it had flowed smoothly down her body, and asked Stella one more time.
Then molten eyes, burning with killing intent, fixed on Liriope as though to tear her to shreds.
“Ah, as for your excuses about the lie…… let me hear them after I’ve taken that first.”
In the hushed tone that emerged from her throat, a savage aura roiled and churned.
“No, actually, I won’t give it.”
But Liriope fearlessly switched tactics and provoked Stella once more.
“Say, Stella? You’re not even a beggar, so why are you asking for someone else’s clothes for free?”
In the next moment, the smile that bloomed on her face was the spitting image of Stella’s own usual expression.
“Or are you, perhaps, actually a beggar? Ah, well. Those from the Outer Sanctuary are basically all beggars underneath, no matter how nice the wrapping, right?”
It was inevitable that Stella could no longer restrain herself and exploded at such blatant mockery.
“You fresh little brat—do you really want to die today?”
Whoosh!
From Stella burst forth the most immense and dense mana anyone had witnessed from her, flaring up like fire from her slender frame in an instant.
A dense Web of Light wove around Liriope from all directions at once, ensnaring her.
But it never reached Liriope.
Clang, clang!
Stella’s magic shattered against a firm Defensive Barrier, scattering into fragments of light.
But it was not Liriope who had blocked it—it was Peter, who had appeared before her.
He moved with vacant eyes, as though being puppeteered by someone, just as before.
At the startled Stella, Peter unleashed Cutting Magic.
Stella immediately erected a Defensive Barrier.
Crash!
“What……!”
But what was happening?
It was surely the same magic Peter had used to attack Liriope at Stella’s command, yet its power was unbelievably greater.
And so Peter’s Cutting Magic, contrary to Stella’s expectations, pierced through her Barrier and slashed horizontally across her body in a wide diagonal.
“Ugh!”
Stella rolled clumsily to the side and barely evaded the strike. In exchange, nearly half of her silken hair was sheared clean away.
The moment Stella registered this, her face contorted.
“You, you, damned bitch—how dare you cut my hair……!”
But it was not over.
Without a moment to catch her breath, attacks from the other children came pouring down on Stella in rapid succession.
Clang, clang!
She threw up several Defensive Barriers and barely managed to block the assault.
After that, multiple spells struck at Stella with cunning precision.
As she continued to weather these relentless attacks, Stella realized that what had happened before was no mere fluke.
For whatever reason, though all the children were using the exact same magic they had wielded against Liriope, each and every spell possessed destructive power that bore no comparison to before.
Was this what it felt like to toy with a rat trapped in a jar?
Though they should have been able to dispatch her in one blow, the barrage of magic carefully skirted lethal wounds—blinding vision with light, scorching skin with flame, shredding flesh with razor wind.
In no time, Stella’s form crumpled on the ground bore little resemblance to her original beauty and refinement.
Even so, her desperate effort to shield her face at all costs was commendable.
“This…… what is this? How is this even happening?!”
Watching her Barriers shatter once more, Stella cried out, unable to comprehend how the situation in which she had held such clear dominance had suddenly spiraled into this.
“How, how……! How can they move freely in my domain? I’m their master……!”

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