Chapter 111

**Title:** Mirabel and Lin Lesbian Kiss.jpg

**Author:** Yukiwang Carami

(A scene of the Death God clashing with the Gumiho)

I’m sorry. I attracted attention just to show this. Mirabel and Lin’s fight level is seriously real, right? It’s truly a battle of the strongest beings in the world. Is that the so-called loser, Mirabel? My heart is racing.

As I write this post on the Taosul gallery, a battle unfolds before the eyes of Carami that could earn instant upvotes and recognition.

It’s truly a magnificent monster battle that seems worthy of the screen.

The enormous Gumiho charges at the Death God, stomping the ground. The Death God swings down the sickle. Its size is so immense that it gives the illusion of wanting to cut the world in half.

The Gumiho showcases an agility that belies its heavy frame. It dodges the sickle and twists its body, swinging its tail.

Because of its tremendous mass, the impact feels as if it’s wielding a building.

Kuuung!

The Death God is flung back. Without wasting a moment, the Gumiho pursues, lunging forward to bite.

The Death God, who possesses floating as a basic trait, slips back smoothly without any sign of regaining strength and raises the sickle.

Screech!

The sickle soars up. The Gumiho is split in two from its chest to its head. Unable to withstand the shock, it falls back.

However, it quickly regains its stance, shakes off its head, and the injury restores to a perfect circle in an instant.

“Wow~”

An exclamation escaped from Carami’s lips.

No blockbuster movie I’ve seen compares to the fight unfolding before my eyes. The vibrations and sounds shaking the heavens and earth cannot be conveyed through the screen.

‘Popcorn! Is there no popcorn!?’

Is it really possible to watch something like this without eating popcorn?

Sadly, there was no popcorn available. Instead of that, Carami grabbed a handful of grapes to munch on.

Why that fight is happening.

It was so exciting that I completely forgot why I was here.

A fierce battle with monsters rampaging everywhere. Meanwhile, the two masters of the situation remained still, gazing at each other.

“It’s you, isn’t it? You sent the Death God to kill Lin.”

“That’s right. It was certain to harm my Master.”

“Thanks to that, I got closer to my Master, though~”

“…I should have gotten rid of you back then.”

She should have been sharper. Mirabel lightly bit her lower lip, scolding herself for her complacency.

“You’re quite funny. You talk grandly about freedom, yet you broke the contracts of other slaves?”

“I definitely feel sorry for them.”

To grant freedom without going through Carami’s hands. It was a disservice to those slaves. Because of that, they were unable to enjoy the joy of liberation.

They must surely resent her.

“But I couldn’t help it. I had no time to consider others back then.”

Since Carami left, Mirabel hadn’t had a decent night’s rest. She was always the one to lie on top of Carami, seeking sleep.

Without feeling his warmth, scent, or comfort, she couldn’t sleep no matter what she did.

As a result, she had to forcibly awaken her mind with magic and reduce her fatigue.

For several months.

The tiredness in her eyes was unmistakable evidence.

But without Carami, she learned how to reconstruct the shackles using only his magic. She severed the contracts of the Cat People to collect magic and rebound herself with the chains of subjugation once again.

Only then could she finally get a bit of sleep, even if it was just a light doze. Feeling sorry was one thing, but this was another. No regrets about her choice.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter. If necessary, I can contract them again, right?”

Although she was far away, and the monsters were still fighting, Carami didn’t hear it, but if he had, it would have been something he’d roll his eyes at and storm into.

On the other hand, Lin’s sensitive ears didn’t miss it. Her ears perked up curiously.

“Reattach the shackles…?”

“Yes. I know how. I even reattached my own shackles. Why? Would you like to put them back on?”

“Yes.”

Lin’s immediate response.

No matter what, she wants to be shackled again. She wants to live as Carami’s slave. To achieve that, she would even return to being a one-tailed fox.

“Do it for me, Lin.”

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“Why should I? It’s my privilege. Other people are done after one time.”

Mirabel’s face was tinted with superiority as she spoke.

Being Carami’s slave is a glorious position that anyone who has tasted liberation desires. However, once liberated, even Carami cannot re-contract.

Only Mirabel can do that. She is the only one who can offer the ecstasy of slavery once more to those freed slaves.

The nickname of the Death God’s representative couldn’t suit her better.

“You won’t do it… So I’ll make you.”

“If you can.”

Lin stretched her lips provocatively at Mirabel’s taunt.

Round two.

No proxy battle using monsters, the parties themselves are stepping in.

They understand each other’s danger best.

They must not allow even a moment of carelessness.

Lin puts her hands together to form a seal.

“Solar Eclipse.”

World conqueror, unparalleled in all.

An inviolable realm where even the gods cannot interfere.

The sun and moon, radiating light from their places, combine into one. Twilight descends, engulfing an infinite darkness in a daze.

Mirabel, trapped in darkness, looked around as she tried to shed light, but nothing changed. Surely her magic was exhausted, and the spell was active, but no light was visible.

A darkness darker than pitch that swallowed even light.

An eclipse where sunlight and moonlight are both obscured.

Even if she lowered her head, she couldn’t see her own chest in this world of darkness, but the Gumiho’s “Eye of Illumination” reveals the fate of her target even in the dark.

Just as focusing on light is intensified when illuminated in darkness. The same goes for destiny.

‘Let’s take a look, shall we?’

A hobby that Lin developed after mastering the power of the Eye of Illumination. Peeking into the destinies of others, especially finding it amusing to observe the fates of those whose destiny’s fragment is black.

It was enjoyable to see them laughing unaware of their impending doom, and it was amusing to wonder if they could survive, searching for even a glimmer of light among the darkness.

“……”

The fate of Mirabel, as seen by Lin, was all a blur. No fragment possessed a clear color.

Even in the Eye of Illumination, and with the solar eclipse unfolding.

This meant only one thing.

Mirabel’s stature is immensely high.

Even peeking into destiny is not permitted, meaning that Lin’s actions could not significantly influence Mirabel’s fate.

It was an impossibility.

She is a Gumiho, the fox deity, isn’t she?

“It’s not good to peek into others.”

A softly spoken voice of Mirabel cut through, akin to that of a teacher educating a child.

Mirabel initiates the celestial vow.

Lightly tapping the ground with the tip of her staff.

Ting.

A clear and pure ringing sound resounded gently.

A book rises above Mirabel’s hands.

Commonly known as [57 Tips for Acquiring Teacher Go’s Soul☆: The Divine Punishment Edition].

The first magic book given by Carami.

A precious gift that awakened Mirabel as a witch.

The pages flutter open, as if blown by a breeze.

Words spill out in all directions.

That is knowledge.

Knowledge never exists in isolation.

Even if not closely connected, it is still linked piece by piece.

Knowledge births knowledge, and that knowledge births more knowledge.

The Magic Tower, a collection of all the world’s knowledge, referred to as the peak of knowledge or the tower of truth.

There are countless forbidden texts that can drive one mad just by touching them, let alone knowledge unknown to the world.

Z2dKbDJFSCtSbEo3WFlpUEN0eDQxYUVWY1A5eHVGRnoxS1k2enpOeVFzRG1yZ0svRGxsaFVOZkhSb3AvT1pSKw

Mirabel had plundered even those rare tomes. Not missing a single one. All the knowledge of the Magic Tower resides in her mind; thus, she is the Magic Tower itself.

Entwined like a mind map, the knowledge produces books. Books float around Mirabel. Countless millions of them.

“This time, I won’t make a mistake.”

Mirabel had committed sins in the past.

She failed to grant Carami the joy of liberation and disappointed him.

As a result, she was abandoned by Carami.

The Magic Master was a battlefield for Mirabel to prove her own worth, to make Carami desire her once again.

She must not lose.

Even if her opponent is a god.

Ting~

Mirabel taps her staff once more.

“Akashic Record.”

A record system that contains the beginnings and endings of the world, surpassing destiny. Mirabel’s transcendent magic that materializes the knowledge she possesses into a library.

In the eclipse where not even a small glimmer of light is permitted, light bursts forth from the bookshelf like a cluster of stars unfolding in the endless universe.

“Impossible…!”

An occurrence that should not happen takes place.

Light illuminates even the shadows.

As Lin gathers her strength to apply pressure, it seems the darkness is consuming the light, yet beams of light sprout sporadically, unable to be fully blocked.

The strength of the two is roughly comparable. If one were to note differences, Mirabel is Carami’s slave.

The blessings bestowed upon a master to a slave.

The support of abilities that come with the contract of servitude.

That blessing, Mirabel received in full. It was something Lin, who claimed to be a slave after the contract was broken, could never surpass.

Paaaah!

The scale of power subtly sways towards Mirabel.

The eclipse is swallowed by the light of knowledge.

Like cleanly cleansing unseen corners, the maid’s light dispels the shadows of the fox.

As the eclipse faded, what appeared was the Dream Realm. The two stood facing each other once more.

What has changed is that the enormous Gumiho has been bisected and collapsed under the Death God’s sickle.

Thud.

With trembling legs, Lin finally knelt on one knee. She was out of breath, panting heavily. Meanwhile, Mirabel appeared unaffected, her expression unchanged.

Cleaning up the mess was the maid’s duty.

The Death God, having completed its task, returned to its original size and stood guard over its master.

“As I said, I will take my Master with me.”

Mirabel aims her staff at Carami. Carami, who had been munching grapes, gently floated up and landed softly before Mirabel.

Carami, observing Mirabel with her neck craned for a long time, couldn’t help but smile like a Labrador upon seeing Carami.

Mirabel, grinning and stretching her arms toward Carami.

Knowing what that meant, even after a long time apart, Carami understood perfectly. She stuck her hand into Mirabel’s armpit and hugged her tightly.

The moment she embraced Carami, Mirabel clung to her waist like a koala.

“Hehehe.”

She laughed joyfully.

“I’ve come to serve you, Master! Have you been waiting long?”

“Ah, yes…”

Carami’s mood was actually somewhat sour.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down.

What had she been waiting for?

Was she waiting for when she would die?

Had she come for revenge for being treated as a slave?

As if hiring the Death God for assassination wasn’t enough, Mirabel, who had sent Carami to her mother, had come back.

First the Gumiho, now the Witch.

The future looked bleak.

---