Chapter 479 – Episode 479: Graduate Student’s Song 5
In life, there are things that people do unconsciously when they become habits. A person who has worn glasses for a long time may push up the glasses when they are not worn, or a person who is accustomed to throwing the phone in his hand may throw a drink on the bed.
My body moved before I thought, and when I came to my senses, I felt like I was doing something. The invitation I held in my hand felt exactly like that.
‘… When did I get this?’
It felt like it was stuck in my subconscious, so I couldn’t believe that another dream had already occurred to me… ?! I was almost shocked, but fortunately the letter did not come from an unidentified dream demon, but from a wizard constellation.
This is a magic letter that you read when you receive it. Is this some kind of slave contract?
Anyway, the letter that a wizard constellation sent directly to the point of rudeness talks about the magic power of a dream demon. Well, if a magician with no face or name suddenly spoke to the dream demon, it would most likely be due to the magic power of the dream demon.
“Constellation? “That stationery.”
“Are you okay?!”
The surrounding Avatars, who were talking about the dream demon’s magic blocking, belatedly approached me and looked around at me, but they couldn’t find anything strange.
That’s right, this letter was really just a letter designed to be read secretly, and it didn’t pose any threat whatsoever. The reason I can guarantee that I have only seen the Avatars use magic is because this letter explained in detail why they committed such a rude act.
“It’s okay, it’s just communication through magic.”
“Is that so? “I wonder if you know any constellations.”
“No, it’s our first meeting. … Because I’m really fine.”
Not through writing, but through voice.
‘Ah, ah, can you hear…? … ?’
After I was dazed for a moment due to the sudden appearance of the letter and the telepathy in my mind, the incarnations flocked around me like a puppy worried about its owner.
After smiling and reassuring them, I paid attention to the voice in my head. Contrary to his attitude of forcibly handing over letters, his timid voice was stuttering and slow, even though he was not speaking directly but conveying his intentions through telepathy.
Even though I’m not wearing earphones, it feels like I’m talking on the phone with wireless earphones on, so I can vaguely get an image of the other person just by their voice. Even if I didn’t know anything else, I couldn’t deny that I was very scared and that I had a timid and frustrating personality.
Sending a letter like this on such a topic must mean something was very urgent. Anyway, how do I answer this?
‘I can hear you, but who is it?’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t reveal my constellation name. Because of some witchcraft… Ah! Ha, but uh, I can show you my face!’
As soon as you put a message in your head, with the feeling of sending a thought in a cliché manner, a response comes back right away.
She hastily reveals herself as if she is afraid that this person will cut off her conversation. If telepathy felt like talking on the phone without an electronic device, this time she felt like she was looking at a hologram without the VR goggles.
Sensory related, magician, a?
I felt a little nauseous, perhaps because of the magic leaking into my avatar, but that lasted only for a moment. He sits on the sofa and looks at the table, and it looks as if someone is sitting across the table.
A wrinkled, pointed conical hat that reminds me of a witch rather than a wizard. In addition, because of the small and timid voice and the small body, I began to see a person who was more suitable to be called a witch rather than a wizard, or a little witch rather than a witch.
The other incarnations looked at me with concern, but since nothing bothered their senses, they slowly left to do their own thing. Suddenly, a little witch sits down on the sofa, but when I see her leaving with documents, I guess she’s the only one who sees me.
‘Well, that’s it.’
‘Yes.’
From the cone hat to the robe, the entire color is purple, close to black. Although she has a small body, her clothes are large, so her hands, which are only half sticking out of her sleeves, are wriggling around. It’s amazing to see him asserting with his entire body, from his voice to his gestures, that he is timid.
As I look at her with those interesting eyes, she closes her eyes and asks me a question as if she is confessing.
‘Well, don’t you hate me!?’
‘Huh?’
Indeed, it was a random question.
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Yvonne, a witch whose constellation name cannot be revealed.
Looking at his attitude, even his name seems like an alias, but there’s no reason to dwell on that. The reason I was trying to continue the conversation was because, on the contrary, she harbored negative feelings toward herself, such as her fear and frustration.
So, after listening closely to her story, I was able to understand why she suddenly asked questions like ‘Do you hate me?’
‘Wow, I think I saw something about magic being hated in a novel somewhere.’
‘Is that so?! Glad you understood… !’
This is because Yvonne was under a spell that caused her to be hated by the dream demon.
That’s why, instead of sending a letter officially through the academy, they send a letter through a transparent familiar, have me read it unconsciously, and then convey the message to them through telepathy, etc.
If I start to hate her and make up her mind to drown her, troublesome things will happen to each other, so I can disconnect at any time and run away. She was shaking and repeating the story over and over again, saying it was hard to believe, but I was able to understand it quickly.
Well, I saw quite a few snippets of the hated medicine and the hated Junie in translations of shit I saw in her past life. I really disliked it because it felt like a misfortune porn creation that ruined a good relationship without any special meaning and made people regret it later with tears in their eyes.
‘Anyway, how did you fall under that spell? Also, it is a magic that is singled out and hated by the demons.’
‘Well, our world is a world of witches who fought against the devil who is destroying the world.’
When I stopped expressing my hatred, Yvonne seemed to have calmed down and stopped stuttering. If you summarize what she slowly explained, it was truly a fantasy story.
Now that she has become a constellation, Yvonne is naturally the last survivor of a destroyed world. And it is said that her world was a world where there were good witches who used magic for people and bad witches who used magic for their own selfish desires.
The problem is that an evil witch who was too greedy used excessive magic and summoned the devil from another world.
The demon king brought about by the bad witch’s magic instantly swallowed the bad witches’ desires and grew in size, threatening the world, but was eventually dealt with by Yvonne’s colleagues. Desire, anger, and corruption collapsed before dreams, hopes, and love.
… Doesn’t this feel like that ProX Cure?
A world where it seems like if the name were changed to something like a magical girl instead of a witch, a 12-episode animation would come out. After all, there is a world of fantasy and a world of fantasy, so it is possible that there is also a world of magical girls.
‘But that demon king is the demon king of dreams?’
‘To be exact, he is the demon lord of nightmares. It causes people to have terrible dreams and absorbs negative energy…’
‘The dream demon I was thinking of was there.’
‘Yes?’
‘It’s nothing.’
It seems that the demon lord is the real dream demon I dreamed of, that is, a guy like Freddy Krueger who attacks people with nightmares. This is the Yas Machine, which is actually a one-tool for making women horny, so I might be a little jealous.
Anyway, I was listening to it with interest because it felt like a magical girl story, so why did you contact me like this? Are you planning on doing research to lift the curse?
She seems to have noticed my questioning gaze and shrinks again, lowering her head and continuing her story.
‘When I come to this world. … A few dream horses created by the Demon King came over with us.’
‘Is that possible?’
‘I guess they were stuck on my soul like a curse.’
For some reason, I was sneaking around like a person who had committed a crime.
When I click her tongue without realizing it in her timid voice, I see her neck shrinking into her robe like a turtle that has been hit. Did the God who created this model world handle things more sloppily than expected, or did it end up like this because the entire soul was transferred?
Isn’t it like putting a new fish in a fish tank and the parasites spread? The fish that lived comfortably in that fish tank are bound to become dissatisfied.
Doesn’t this fish tank have water management?
‘So, when I heard that you were researching the magic power of dream demons, I urgently contacted you!’
‘Hey.’
‘Yes, four!’
‘You have Hwashin or not.’
‘There is a little bit of this.’
‘Are they all wizards?’
‘Yes. They are all witches I chose.’
Research into the magic power of dream demons, the servants of the dream king who suddenly began their activities, witches cursed by dream demons, and incarnations talented in witchcraft.
‘Send all of that to the academy lab. ‘Do you know the name of our incarnation?’
First, it seems like I have a free slave, so if I use it, I guess something will come of it.
