Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“A magical beast?”

“That’s right. Are you a magical beast?”

“I am a monster!”

I answered without thinking and blinked my eyes. That demon understood everything I said too.

Both the demon holding me and that pretty demon seemed strange somehow.

“A monster, you say. The way you handle magic power does seem rather monster-like. Who taught you?”

“No, is that really important right now? Now, little miss. Who said such mean things to you?”

“…?”

This was really strange.

The continuing conversation felt unfamiliar.

So I tensed my whole body and looked back and forth between the two, then met the snowman’s blue-gray eyes.

Even the way he blinked was pretty.

As far as I knew, there was only one thing in the world that sparkled and was that pretty.

“…Snowman.”

“Hm? A snowman said that?”

“I don’t think that’s what she means.”

The blue-clad person holding me and the snowman tilted their heads.

I pointed at the snowman with my finger and shouted.

“It’s a snowman!”

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Not the snow that barely accumulates in the capital city where our family lives, but the special snow that falls in this villains’ domain.

As soon as I arrived here, I saw that thick, abundantly piled snow.

And snowmen too.

The people here didn’t mind when monsters came and carved ice to make snowmen.

Snowmen that looked like they might come alive and move.

But now, a real snowman was actually alive and moving right before my eyes.

“Did you make the demon out of snow? Damn demons! So sparkly!”

As I glared at that person without blinking and shouted loudly, the snowman muttered expressionlessly.

“Sparkly and pretty. Such generous praise. Is today my birthday?”

Was he asking?

“Demon, don’t you know your birthday? Stupid! I know my birthday!”

“…Very clever indeed.”

“Kehehehe, she called you stupid, keke.”

“That’s right! I’m smart! I can do everything!”

I put more strength into my eyes once more, then took a deep breath.

And clenching my fists and putting strength into my whole body once more, I shouted the most important thing.

“I am a snowman assassin!”

Completely forgetting that I was currently being held by someone.

And then I thought.

‘That’s right. Assassination rules!’

Oh no. I had forgotten.

‘It’s fine! I just need to attack right away!’

As soon as I started gathering magic power in my legs, the snowman’s eyes narrowed slightly.

And then.

“Hehehe, uh, uhuh? Little one, that’s dangerous…!”

As if that was a signal, I kicked off the ground (“Keurgh!”) with all my might and shot forward, throwing the poison needle I had hidden in my sleeve.

“I’m hunting snowmen!”

Thud.

And just like that, I was stuck against someone’s stomach and frozen in midair.

I struggled and shouted.

“Th-this! Pretty snowman demon…!”

“What a noisy assassin.”

“Damn snowman! You’re laughing! …But is that hair made of snow too?”

“The baby even curses.”

“Ugh, cough cough! Stop being so calm and hold the kid for a moment. Ow, my stomach, she definitely put magic power into that! Hurry, I’m dying here.”

“Keep holding her.”

“My lord…?”

“Let go of this! Eeek!”

I shook off the two trembling arms myself, then threw the poison needle I had hidden.

“She does… everything she sets out to do.”

“Don’t just admire her….”

The owner of those two arms behind me fell to the side and started making groaning sounds.

The poison needle didn’t even reach the snowman.

I reminded myself once again that the snowman was a mage, and that mages were very strong.

And as I always did, I moved my magic power to retrieve the poison needle.

“Oho.”

“Uh…?”

Suddenly the snowman’s eyes glinted sharply like shards made of stars.

I looked into those eyes while continuing to wave my hand.

This was strange. The poison needle wasn’t returning to my hand.

“Where, where is it!”

I definitely threw it, and since I put magic power into it, it should come back when I call it.

But it wasn’t coming.

I swallowed the strange feeling that welled up and tightly blocked my throat, as I was used to doing, and shouted even louder.

“Give me back my poison needle! Evil snowman!”

“…Oh my, goodness.”

Then the blue-clad person got up groggily and grabbed my body again, lightly patting my back and muttering.

“I had my suspicions. This child really did come here as an assassin.”

“Grrrr… come back….”

Regardless of what they were doing, I desperately reached toward the several poison needles floating around, wrapped in the snowman’s magic power.

My little jellyfish-like hands wriggled in the air.

Then the demon behind me, who had been sighing, muttered.

“…Could assassination possibly mean heart attack? That’s a possibility.”

“Be quiet. Capture her again.”

“…Um, yes. Capture, you said. Yes.”

Capture?

At that moment, I stopped wriggling.

Soon after, several illustrations I had most easily encountered underground came to mind.

There were also situations of what happened when assassins failed their missions, and that was.

‘That won’t do.’

The blue-clad person pulled me, who was standing there dazed, back into his arms in the same position as before, supporting my bottom.

Unable to move at all, I finally grasped the reality.

Complete failure.

“I need to become something useful to our lord. That’s the only way to go back.”

Back to the nanny and researchers again….

As I muttered, the snowman’s eyes twitched slightly.

I just breathed for a moment, then glared at him.

The snowman was looking straight at me. This monster would answer whatever I said.

I blinked my eyes, then impulsively raised my voice even louder and shouted.

“…Why is this happening?”

“What do you mean?”

The snowman looked at me and slowly blinked his eyes.

The stars filling his eyes disappeared and reappeared.

I shouted again as if vomiting something out.

“I sent my magic power, so why won’t it move!”

Then the snowman answered.

“Because my magic power is stronger.”

I see.

I pressed my lips tightly shut and stared intently at that strange snowman.

He even continued speaking.

“You’re a small-time mage, and I’m an archmage.”

“…Small-time…”

It was a word I’d never heard before.

“More importantly, why are you carrying around something so dangerous? You have no fear.”

“I, I’m not afraid. Because I’m a monster!”

“This is something you should be afraid of, assassin.”

I suddenly realized that breathing had become easier than before.

So I stopped struggling and asked loudly.

“Then Snowman! So right now you’ve captured my poison needles and my hands and feet with magic too?”

“…What?”

“Huh? My hands and feet?”

“They won’t move! They’ve all become hostages…”

I thought they would be released soon, but apparently that snowman was holding them like the poison needles.

I had truly failed.

I looked back and forth between the Blue-Clad Person who had captured me and the snowman who was confining my poison needles with white magic power, then hung my head low.

And I struck the blue-clad person’s arm a few times with my fist while crying out mournfully.

“How frustrating, how frustrating!”

“Frustrating…? No, more importantly, your hands and feet! I definitely took measures as soon as you came inside, so why did this happen? I’ll call Professor Shura right away.”

“Put her down here. And tell him to examine her while hiding again this time.”

“Yes. I’ll be back.”

The Blue-Clad Person left the room with an unsmiling expression.

After gently setting me down on the white mass that was on the Lord’s Desk.

I sat there with a plop and muttered mournfully.

“Just you wait. Next time I won’t fail…”

“Sure thing.”

“Snowmen melt. Next time I’ll bring fire.”

“Hmm. There are real ice statues outside, so that won’t work.”

“I’m going to do it. …Huh?”

But that was only for a moment. I stopped speaking mid-sentence and looked down. I felt a strange sensation on my bottom.

Then I saw a white, smooth surface between my legs.

White fur was tickling me like tender grass.

“…”

I pressed my lips tightly shut.

And without realizing it, I wiggled my toes and lightly bounced my bottom a few times.

When I got excited and did it more, I ended up flopping forward from my sitting position.

“Oof, ooh!”

“Don’t lie face down, lie on your back properly, assassin.”

Whoosh, my body was flipped over.

I stared blankly at the spotless ceiling. The sensation touching my back was erasing all thoughts.

…No!

I struggled to think while fighting against the strangely heavy weight of my eyelids.

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