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Episode 353: How is it to live in my body? (3)

People cannot remember the future, but such memories remained clearly in Giselle's mind.

It's nonsense, but if you say that Giselle is crazy, then everything makes sense.

Spirits have entered the heads of truly crazy people. Such people distort their own memories and believe that events that did not actually happen actually happened.

Of course, the memories of the crazy and Giselle were a little different. The memories of real crazy people are not this clear and vivid. They are vague, hazy, and obviously fake.

Still, the spirit believed that for the time being. Otherwise, it would have been a situation that was completely incomprehensible.

'I'll just listen to you for now. Then, when the opportunity arises, I'll steal your body.'

It was a bit crazy, but the power itself was amazing the more I looked at it. The spirit had never had a body like this before.

I really wanted to take this body that held such great power.

Of course, it was impossible. There was no way that someone with such a strong mind, simmering with anger for decades, would have his body taken over by himself.

It's going to be tough unless you break down and go completely crazy.

'No, it's probably going to be even harder since it's already been seasoned.'

A crazy person has no answer.

It was natural to desire a body, and there were many things I was curious about about the human named Jiselle. I planned to ask her when I had time about the memories I had seen.

After testing her newfound powers several times, Giselle spoke to the spirit.

"I guess we need to come up with a name. What should I call you?"

The spirit knew the name it had used in its previous life, but it was given to it by the Duke. Jiselle wanted to give the spirit that had become hers a new name.

The spirit that had been thinking deeply spoke in Jiselle's head.

- How about a dark fire dragon?

"… … ."

I'll just stick to whatever good things I hear, Jiselle said, shaking her head.

"Just call it dark."

- I like it long… … .

"Don't argue and just come out and see."

- Come out? How?

"If you use my mana, you will be able to take shape."

- Oh, oh! Really? Should I give it a try?

As Giselle gave permission, black smoke began to gather in front of him. The smoke soon transformed into the shape of a fluttering human figure.

Based on Jiselle's mana, the spirit has acquired a materialized body.

"Keuhihihi!"

The only place that was shining on his body made of black smoke was around his eyes.

Dark laughed, shaking his body. He knew instinctively that he could do this kind of thing.

But the body I had been occupying was so weak that I didn't have the mana to come out.

"Good, very good, master."

Since I decided to become a slave, I can say the word master without hesitation. It's also because I'm the type of person who isn't greatly affected by things like pride.

Dark, who was shaking my body, said.

"Can I use a little more mana?"

"why?"

"Try to change into that guy's appearance too."

Dark said, pointing at Arel. Arel still had a blank expression on her face, unable to understand this phenomenon.

"Go ahead and try it."

Swish.

As a huge amount of mana drained from Giselle's body, Dark began to take on a new form.

Eyes, a nose, a mouth, and even clothes were created just like Arel's. It was as if a doppelganger had transformed.

After some time, another person who looked exactly like Arel appeared. Of course, the impression was noticeably different.

If you sensed a strong will and passion from Arel, the cloned Arel simply seemed mean.

It was amazing how such different vibes could come from the same face.

"Eww!"

Arel stepped back in surprise when a person who looked exactly like him appeared. Dark continued to move his hands around with a mean expression.

"Haa… … This is pretty good. I feel like I've gained freedom."

The body Dark created was merely a time-limited clone created using only Giselle's mana and his own abilities.

The mana that makes up the body naturally disperses into the air little by little. When all the mana disappears, the body also disappears.

Dark's actual consciousness is inside Giselle. It's not like he's completely transferring his consciousness to the clone, but rather just controlling it, but even to this extent, he feels quite free.

Jiselle checked her body and clicked her tongue.

"It's not very efficient. Come in now."

A huge amount of mana was drained to create Dark's body. Still, the ability to create a body that can move independently by linking consciousness was quite useful. There will be times when it will be useful in the future.

"Ugh… I want to play a little more with this body."

As Dark spoke, Giselle shook her head.

"I'll give you some time later, so you can play then. For now, come in. If you cause any trouble with the body you made separately, I won't let you off easy."

"Hmm… … We're one body, so what? I could go out with this body right now and cause an accident right away."

When Dark glanced up, Jiselle smiled faintly.

At the same time, Dark's body dispersed into smoke again and began to be sucked into Giselle.

"Huh? Huh? What is it?"

Dark is already a being subordinate to Giselle's consciousness. So the body Dark created could also be controlled by Giselle's will. It was also created with Giselle's mana in the first place.

Dark licked his lips as the body he was controlling disappeared. But that wasn't the end of it.

- What, what is it!

Suddenly, the space of consciousness where I was became dark. I couldn't see or hear anything. It felt like I was trapped in an endless abyss.

Jiselle blocked the mana going to Dark and trapped him.

- Ugh, ugh! Save me!

The fear of being trapped in the dark and slowly fading away was immense. Dark gasped as the world became bright again.

- I won't open it... ... .

"Okay, if you listen well, I'll let you go out and play often."

- Oh, I see.

Jiselle smiled contentedly. Dark's power was a mixture of magic and spirit power. The Duke's family also called it a spirit, but to be exact, it was something that also had spirit power.

"But what is your identity?"

- What? You came here to catch me without even knowing who I am? Then how do you know about my strength?

"I just read it in a book. Explain it yourself."

Dark, who had been thinking for a moment, sighed and said.

- I don't know either.

"You don't know?"

― Yes, at some point I opened my eyes and it was just this world. I was living quietly, instinctively moving my body to survive. Honestly, I don't even know how many years I lived like that. I just did it because I wanted to live.

Since he himself said he had no recollection, there was no way to know his identity right away.

But Jiselle nodded slightly without showing any regret.

'We'll find out when we catch the duke.'

The Duke must have had a purpose for seeking out Dark. Knowing why would answer many questions.

Anyway, thanks to Dark, Giselle can now use magical powers.

Not only can you use mental magic, but you can also convert magical power to create various phenomena.

You can think about how to apply and use it whenever you have time. I think you'll mostly use it to destroy something anyway.

So, at the end of the experiment, a group of people came up in a hurry.

"Edwin! Edwin!"

"Confucius!"

"Save Confucius!"

It was Count Mowbray and his soldiers. They were surprised to see the top of the tower blown away and came running.

Edwin, who was in a daze, cried out when he saw the Earl of Mowbray.

"Father! Father! Please save me!"

Everyone who came running towards that sight froze in place.

"Eh, Edwin? Are you awake?"

Edwin shouted, pulling hard at the chain as the Count of Mowbray asked in a trembling voice.

"Father! It's Edwin! Get me out of here! That guy! That guy's the devil!"

At Edwin's words, the Earl of Mowbray looked at Giselle, not knowing if it was a demon playing a role or if it was really his son.

Jiselle said with a soft smile.

"The evil spirit has been completely exorcised. The tower collapsed because it resisted until the very end. Wow, it was a really strong force. But you don't have to worry anymore. The evil spirit has disappeared."

"Oh!"

Edwin cried again as the Earl of Mowbray looked delighted.

"No! That guy ate the evil spirit! That guy is the devil! That guy broke the tower too! Father, please get me out of here quickly!"

"Th, what is that… … ."

Count Mowbray looked at Giselle again, unable to come to his senses.

Jiselle was still smiling softly.

"It's because you haven't regained your consciousness yet after being possessed by an evil spirit for a long time. You'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Meanwhile, Giselle clenched her fists a few times, not forgetting to glare at Edwin.

Then Edwin was startled and shut his mouth.

Come to think of it, he's the guy who destroyed the ceiling of the tower in one breath. He even ate the evil spirit. If we cause trouble here, we'll all die.

Looking at Edwin, who had regained his senses, Giselle spoke softly.

"Prince Edwin, have you come to your senses now?"

"yes yes."

Edwin nodded repeatedly. If he didn't want to die, he had to look good.

Jiselle approached Edwin and patted him on the shoulder.

"Yes, now that the evil spirit has been cast out, I think it would be best for you to listen to your father and live a good and 'quiet' life from now on. If you cause trouble like this again, I will have no choice but to come back."

As Giselle emphasized the word 'quietly', Edwin nodded his head, trembling.

When the matter was concluded, Giselle smiled and said to Count Mowbray.

"Confucius, you should just rest. Now, shall we talk about compensation?"

"Look, compensation? T-that's right. Of course it is. Oh, hurry and move Edwin to his room!"

There was no separate story, but in any case, he solved the most troublesome problem for the count's family. As a nobleman, he should be compensated accordingly.

Count Mowbray looked at Edwin, who had been freed from his chains, with eyes filled with emotion. He had lived in such agony and pain.

He hugged his son without realizing it.

"I'm sorry, this father was wrong."

"Ah, father… … ."

"I won't be so harsh on you from now on."

"I, I made a mistake too. It was because of my shortcomings… … ."

"No, no. Don't think like that. If you lack something, just go slowly. I was being short-sighted."

Edwin wept in the arms of the Earl of Mowbray. How long he had waited for such warm words from his father.

Now I know. In fact, I just couldn't overcome the pressure and became crooked.

His father was strict with him because he simply wanted to raise him to be a good successor.

After being beaten by that devil for a few days, I could see how comfortable that life was.

"Oh, I'm sorry… … . I, I'm weak… … ."

"No, no. You are not weak."

Count Mowbray also kept patting his son's back with reddened eyes. He was just happy that his son had returned to normal.

How much he regretted and regretted after his son went crazy. How much he promised himself that he would never do it again if only he could return to normal.

Jiselle looked at the sight with pleasure. All family members should take care of each other like that.

After the emotional reunion between the rich and the poor, Edwin was carried down the tower by his soldiers.

"Come on, Baron Dougley. Let us finish our conversation."

Count Mowbray and Giselle also moved. Arel was still busy chasing after Giselle with a blank expression.

As they moved, Count Mowbray spoke bluntly.

"Thank you very much indeed. What kind of compensation can I give my baron? Tell me anything you want. I will give you everything I can."

"I have a very big request. Can you please grant it to me?"

Count Mowbray nodded confidently at Giselle's words.

This is the South, rich in resources. He is also a great lord with a lot of money and troops. That is why he was able to maintain neutrality between the pro-prince faction and the duke faction.

Also, Count Mowbray is famous for managing his lands meticulously. It is not for nothing that he is so strict with his children.

So, it was quite difficult for the Duke to talk to the vassals under Count Mowbray. Knowing his upright nature, they also left him alone for the time being, thinking that he would remain neutral.

Count Mowbray continued in a curious voice.

"I have never heard of your name, Baron Douglas. Are you a nobleman without a land? If so, I will provide you with one of my own."

This is a huge offer. It would take a lot of power to provide such a reward.

But Giselle shook her head and laughed.

"I don't need money or a fief. I just need your power."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Jiselle, with the smile wiped from her face, looked at Count Mowbray with profound eyes and said.

"Join the Prince's faction. Fight against the Duke's family under the royal banner."

At those words, Count Mowbray's face hardened.