Memoirs of a Wicked Magician - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
“That’s a truly foolish question.”
Liriope smiled mockingly and sent a burst of Mana forward, striking Caliona, who had been lying on the ground since moments before.
Instantly, the puppet that Stella had created within the designed space evaporated without leaving a trace.
Yet the remaining children still stood firmly before Liriope.
In truth, the only real people in this place were Liriope and Stella—just the two of them.
It had been that way since the moment they entered this room. This was Stella’s domain, and only Liriope had been invited here.
Stella’s fatal mistake had been dismissing as mere coincidence what she witnessed when Liriope had so easily invaded her space before, letting her guard down.
Stupidly, she failed to recognize that Liriope’s magical hierarchy was far superior to her own.
Stella had exhausted herself trying to erase the false creatures attacking her from within the domain, but her efforts were repeatedly thwarted.
Having never faced such opposition before, she could not accept the situation and thrashed against it.
“Why? Why won’t they disappear? Why……! Everything should obey me! I created them—why won’t they listen to me?!”
This space was Stella’s realm, where she was sovereign.
So of course everything should bend to her will—then why were those false ones helping her enemy Liriope and attacking her, their master?
Confronted with Stella’s distorted face, unable to accept such an impossible reality, Liriope offered the answer in a tone dripping with contempt.
“You’re truly dull. Do you still see this place as the space you designed?”
In that instant, the space began to distort.
Threads of Light—Stella’s signature magic—appeared in the air like a spider’s web.
As darkness crept in, the threads gleamed all the brighter, all the more beautiful.
Sharp as polished glass, the threads bit into skin, delivering piercing agony to the prey caught within the web.
“Ah—screeeeeeeee……!”
Stella shrieked.
Droplets of blood seeped into the sublime white light of the web, glittering like precious jewels.
The pure white threads, suffused with murderous intent, burrowed deeper into Stella’s body as if to carve her apart piece by piece.
“Ah, yes. This suits you perfectly.”
Liriope gazed upon the sight with cold, appraising eyes.
“I always thought this would be a fitting end for you.”
Stella convulsed and screamed, thrashing about, but with each movement came only deeper wounds across her entire body.
In that moment, she realized the true horror: she was actually dying.
In desperation, she sought escape and attempted to dispel her Spatial Design Magic altogether.
But why? When she withdrew her magic, nothing changed.
Only then did Stella remember the words Liriope had spoken just before.
“It’s impossible. How could this be your created space? It makes no sense……!”
Stella snarled.
“It makes perfect sense. Which is why you’re dying here now.”
Liriope spoke with brutal finality.
Stella could not accept what she was hearing.
All the magic unfolding before her now was so hauntingly familiar—how could it possibly belong to someone else? How could she be dying within it?
How could any of this be real?
“Aaaaaaahhh!”
Like a moth caught in a web, slowly devoured alive, Stella shrieked as her entire body was torn apart by unbearable agony.
“Liri?”
A soft, hesitant voice reached Liriope’s ears at that very moment.
Liriope turned slowly toward the source of her name.
“Sister.”
In her field of vision appeared Caliona, her expression distant and bewildered, as if she could not comprehend what was happening.
“What on earth is this……?”
She looked uncertain, as if doubting whether she was witnessing reality or illusion.
Her wide, disbelieving eyes darted between Stella, bound in Threads of Light and covered in blood, and Liriope, who stood calmly observing the scene.
Liriope waited until Caliona had fully grasped the situation.
“What’s happening? Liri, this—you didn’t do this, did you?”
To Caliona’s incredulous question, Liriope met her gaze and answered.
“I did.”
Truth be told, when Liriope first sensed the presence trying to break through her domain, she had hesitated for a moment.
While she had intended to deal with Stella today, letting Caliona witness such violence was another matter entirely.
Liriope had resolved to systematically eliminate the things that created distance between herself and Caliona, and to show her sister that she was not so fragile as to require protection.
Simply disposing of Stella and informing Caliona afterward would have sufficed for that purpose.
But in the end, Liriope chose to show her everything.
“How…… What is all this…… Wait, never mind that—are you hurt? Did Stella do something to you? She tried to kill you first, didn’t she? Is that why this is happening? That cursed spider of a woman…… Liri, are you all right? You’re not injured, are you?”
And Caliona, even now, wore such an anxious expression as she worried first for Liriope, drawing a smile from her younger sister.
“As you can see, I’m unharmed. And to be precise, I was never really in danger. But sister.”
Liriope opened her mouth as Caliona hurried toward her. And at Liriope’s next words, Caliona’s footsteps stopped dead.
“I’m going to kill Stella now.”
It was an unambiguous declaration, delivered in a tone so serene it was almost unbearable.
Watching Liriope, Caliona felt as though her comprehension of this situation had shattered entirely, replaced by utter confusion.
So she found herself forced to ask another question, one that sounded foolish even to her own ears.
“What…… are you saying, Liri?”
Caliona had never, in all her life, heard words about killing someone come from Liriope’s lips.
To Caliona, Liriope had always been a tearful, delicate younger sister—and given that this was her essential nature, Caliona had never once imagined she could change so drastically, for any reason or cause.
“Kill Stella…… You can’t even harm a bug. But wait…… does this mean something so terrible happened to you that you’ve decided she deserves to die?”
Yet one thing Caliona could perceive clearly: Liriope’s sincerity.
Caliona’s thoughts spiraled toward one conclusion—that Liriope must have endured such profound injustice and anguish for this innocent girl to speak such words.
She clenched her teeth and glared at Stella with fierce, murderous eyes as the girl hung suspended in the air, appearing to have lost consciousness.
“I’ll repay everything you’ve done to her twice, three times, a hundred times over. So Liri, you step back for now.”
But Liriope simply shook her head and did not move from her place.
“You’ve always wanted to hide everything filthy and dangerous from me. I know it’s for my sake, but that’s not what I want.”
Instead, the Threads of Light constricting Stella tightened further, drawing out convulsive moans from the unconscious girl’s lips.
Caliona’s lips trembled in shock. Faced with her younger sister’s unwavering gaze, the words caught in her throat scattered and dissolved.
But perhaps it was a mercy that Liriope did not give her the chance to speak further.
“Listen, sister. You don’t seem to understand, but I’m not so weak that you need to sacrifice yourself to protect me. I’m certainly not some naive child who knows nothing.”
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“I’ve made my decision. If there is anything that stands in the way of you and me, I will remove it entirely. That’s why I’m doing this now.”
Liriope held her gaze on Stella for a moment longer, then turned back to face Caliona directly, meeting her eyes.
“So why should I not be beside you? Why do you alone get to make such decisions?”
This was the words Liriope, returned to the past through Time Regression, had always meant to say to Caliona—words she had long yearned to speak.

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