True Magician

Chapter 195

An unknown place.

At some point, I decided to make myself a little place to relax in the form of a table covered with all sorts of odds and ends and two chairs, because I was simply bored. There was no particular reason for the second chair, just aesthetics, I would say, but someone else had other plans.

- "It seems like we've been seeing each other too often lately, don't you think, Rizevim?" I asked my unexpected guest after taking a sip of coffee. "How do you manage to find me so easily?"

Of course, it was Rizevim, who was currently leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head on her clasped hands, smiling sweetly, clearly enjoying herself. Her outfit had changed again, and now she was wearing heeled sandals, a ribbon choker with a bow around her neck, and a light, loose sundress.

Everything was white, which created the image of an innocent, light, and free attractive girl, except that Rizevim was definitely not like that. In fact, her entire look was chosen as if she was going on a...

- "A date? Yes, that's right. I did some research and realized that you would like this look," she giggled, then stood up and twirled around. "What do you think? Does it look good on me?"

- "Yes," I admitted honestly, to which Rizevim put her hands on her hips and struck a victorious pose. "And right now, I don't know what to be more surprised about. That you can find me as if I were wearing some kind of beacon, or that you can now read my mind."

- "It's all the power of love, Romani," she used the most slippery answer possible and sat back down on the chair. "Don't you know that nothing is impossible for a woman in love?"

- "In your research, did you happen to learn the meaning of the word 'yandere'?"

- "Of course!" she replied. "But I'm not that type. After all, I haven't killed any of the women you've paid even the slightest bit of attention to, let alone married, right?"

I rolled my eyes.

Not killed yet. Heh.

- "Oh, I just thought I couldn't leave your questions unanswered. That would be extremely rude of me towards my beloved, wouldn't it?" Rizevim said to herself.

- "Wow, really?"

- "Yes, yes," she nodded, completely ignoring my sarcasm. "You know what Sephiroth Grail is capable of, don't you?"

I raised an eyebrow and used the third spell on her, because in her case there was nothing to fear. Rizevim's soul already belonged to me because of the peculiarity of the Touch of Heaven, and...

- "Disgusting..." I grimaced with an appropriate expression on my face. "How did you even have the brains to decide to do that?"

- "Nothing is impossible for a woman in love," she declared with an extremely proud expression on her face. "Yes, I had to endure a lot of pain, but it was worth it."

What caused me to have such unambiguous feelings?

Well, if her soul had been fairly pure before, for a demon, I mean, now it looked like something out of the movie 'The Thing'.

Attached to her own soul were shapeless black connections, like organic nerves and stretched skin, a fusion of several other souls. And under their influence, the original pure white color of her soul turned gray, which I saw for the first time in my entire life.

The connections themselves gave off my mana, which was disturbing, but who did the attached souls belong to...

- "So you can see souls after all. Just as I expected from my beloved," Rizevim began. "It was easiest to get the souls of the dragon and the yokai, but the fairies took some work, and the remnants of my father's soul, which he had kept for a rainy day, were perfect for the angel's soul. The original Lucifer was a terrible father, but he was an excellent planner. Your mana, which I had to gather bit by bit over a long period of time, became the perfect material to bind them together and attach them to my soul."