“Well then, I won’t hold back anymore.”

I’ll be honest. I’ve been feeling quite resentful ever since I possessed Cecily.

Starting with the Killing Doll incident, which happened soon after I possessed her, I’d been involved in various incidents and troubles. I hadn’t had a chance to do anything about myself.

When the locked room incident during the freshman reception happened, Anita arranged for all the punishment.

At the sport festival, while I managed to blow my fiancé away, Eivind ended up getting hurt. Afterwards, there was that unnecessary reunion that took the focus off that.

When I accompanied Cecily on her visit home… well, it was a family matter from the start, so it wasn’t really my business.

Then there was the incident with Eivind’s mother. What else could I’ve done there?

—And now…

At last! Finally, a villain who was really a bad guy had appeared before my eyes!

Every time I waved my hand, an explosion occurred.

Every time I laughed, thunder roared.

Every time I stomped my foot, the ground cracked and stones erupted.

Every time I did something, screams of fear and despair rose up all around.

Amusing? …No, it’s delightful.

“Wait, hold on for a moment! The victim is getting involved in your attack! Let’s stop for now!”

“Did you forget why we are here, Future Sage Eivind Dahl?!”

“I’m definitely not here to clean up after your mess?!”

Even as he shouted that, Eivind let the horses escape, created a barrier around Mark, and put out the fire before it spread to the warehouse.

That’s really cool of him.

But I wasn’t just going on a rampage to unleash my frustrations.

I wanted to show her this.

Cecily, I’m doing all of this with your magic.

[Eh?]

When I told Cecily, who was completely terrified, she seemed confused.

I hoped it got through her even a little bit.

Cecily, I—Nora—am no longer needed.

You’re no longer just a piece of “withered grass.”

You’re a fine magician.

You’re already strong enough without me.

But still, I still want to stay inside of you. I am such a terrible woman.

“Enough already!”

I’ll put off getting sad for now.

I sashayed through the now quiet scorched earth.

Then, I placed my foot on the stomach of the limp prince.

“I’m glad you’re safe, Prince Maximilian.”

“What is the biggest threat saying?!” Eivind retorted beside me.

I ignored him for the time being. In fact, the prince was spitting at my feet.

“W-why did you help me?!”

I tilted my head at his aggressive questioning tone, still smiling.

“Because I wanted to?”

“If you were really going to save me, surely there was another way?”

What’s with this guy? Is that how he thanks someone who saved him?

No matter how beautiful his magical power was, he was still a child.

Didn’t he understand that if he did something bad, he’d be eliminated?

I exerted more strength on my leg as I smiled.

“I haven’t been told anything about you yet but let me guess. Some Scum King ever ask you for your body?”

The eyes underneath his long bangs went wide.

“W-who told you that?”

“Nobody. Sorry for being a genius.”

“I’ve never seen such a modest self-proclaimed genius before.” A certain modern genius grumbled. Seeing that he wasn’t doing anything else, he was probably leaving this matter to me.

He sure trusts me a lot.

Well, I’ll answer as a friend.

“With how pure your magic is, I can see why he would target you. Were you relieved of your duties and lost your position after Eivind appeared? Did you plan to pretend you were kidnapped and start anew somewhere? Maybe I should praise you for not choosing suicide, but… sorry, I can’t just accept that?”

It seemed that what I said was on point.

Mark’s obvious sulkiness was very cute and appropriate for his age.

“What’s with you… Were you just being nice when you said you were going to help me?”

“Did you misunderstand something? I only helped you for my own sake, you know?”

I didn’t move my foot and leaned in closer to Mark. As a result, I inevitably put more weight on him. Quite unexpectedly, his stomach was firm and well-trained.

“And here I thought it’d be problematic if there wasn’t a decent successor after that scum. Well, I’m glad that isn’t the case. There’s a decent boy right here.”

His body receives a passing grade to be Cecily’s husband—I thought to myself with satisfaction.

I forced his annoying bangs up and peered straight into his blue eyes.

“So, I want Mark to become the next king. Properly, of course.”

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