King of succubus

This name is rude for an ignorant person like me who didn\'t even know that he was affected by a curse.

Yes, especially from someone, who refuses the treatment assigned to him by the goddess, who wanted to save him; going so far as to fight against her.

It is the brainless mortals who think so.

To avoid being misunderstood and being categorized in this class, I must wash my honor to regain my title of the most sage.

It is not easy to be the mediator of these two monsters with disproportionate intelligence; to do so, you have to be smarter than them.

Who is more qualified for this position if only me; the god(dess) of wisdom?

I am not trying to justify myself, but to show the facts that will lead you to understand even a roof can, my dangerously divine intellect.

First clue,

Did I know that this woman\'s tea was actually holy water disguised as poison?

The answer is yes of course.

What about her intentions from the moment she tied me up before digging up my heart?

And above all, what about the curse that the other loony had thrown on me?

The answer is in a single clue. According to my memories, I always called this loony: ignorant; so why did I suddenly change his nickname to loony/crazy little boy/freak?

If this clue is not convincing, then here is another one that will do the trick.

With a little concentration, any mortal would remember that I had a first goal in mind when I came to meet this crazy woman.

The goal was to get rid of the smell of the other freak on my artificial body.

After leaving him, I changed my body envelope at least ten times. But yet, his smell remained on me.

At that moment, and just like mortals, who are beginning to understand me, I also had a revelation of my ultra-competent neurons that made me proud.

Why is his smell still on me? I didn\'t change my clothes, but my body envelope; so why?

When I asked myself this scary question, I understood that he was not an idiot, but a loony, who had been having fun with me from the beginning.

He had not only used me as an excuse to evacuate his troops in a specific dimension to him and only accessible by him but also cursed me without me realizing it.

The most important thing is not to know what the curse is likely to cause me, or why he did it, but when?

That’s the most important and the right question.

When did he cast this curse on me? I didn\'t have any physical contact with him, I approached him but didn\'t touch him.

The curses that can harm my greatness are counted by the tip of the finger and cannot be thrown at all times.

But in this case, how the heck could he do it? The answer is, however, white like this girl, who was in front of me and who perfectly knew how to play the role I expected from her.

The answer is none other than his shadow.

I forgot to walk in his shadow; even if I don\'t remember too much, since I hadn\'t paid attention to this detail at that time; but it must be the cause. It reminds me once again how psychologically disturbed this guy is.

But that\'s precisely why this game is worth it.

I love being put to the test; it is also this pleasure and desire for difficulty that has largely motivated my application for this position: mediator.

Where do I come from? Why do I suddenly appear? No, the right question is to know since when I appeared; it is only by finding this answer that I would really know.

Because I don\'t know it myself.

Between being a fragment of COD, and ignoring my own identity, which of the two is a lie? Maybe neither of the two is true.

The lie shapes the world.

Speaking of shaping the world with lies, its lies are also endowed with more power than all its other competitors. All this may be just a lie.

Coming back to our sheep after long bullshits, and after understanding that I was under tampons, a tampon that I couldn\'t get rid of, I then came to her meet; the goddess of light, the only one who could help me to get swing with this curse.

As for whether the other freak had calculated so far, I didn\'t know; until I heard this crazy woman tell me that she was late against him.

This means only one thing, she learned things before, during, or after she rid me of the curse.

Finally, it\'s not important to me.

"It\'s time for me to leave," I say as I get up from the chair.

Honestly, I was not convinced that she would let me go without opposing; but strangely, she did not stop me.

I don\'t know if she believed me when I pretended to be ignorant of the existence of the curse.

It may be the opposite. Should I believe her in the fact that she believes that I was unaware of the existence of the curse?

Thinking about it, the strangest thing is to see her so calm even after all this.

And just like with the other guy, I feel like I\'m missing something. A clue that I forgot, or an action on her part that I misinterpreted.

She answered me with a smile when I asked her if she thought I was aware of my condition or not.

Even if everything suggests that she believed me, it may not be the case, we are all liars.

I\'m a mediator, but it looks more like I\'m an opponent. But all this will be a thing of the past from this day on.

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"Good luck on the road," Isolet said goodbye in this way.

But it sounded different in the mediator\'s ears. He stops just before opening the door.

"Why are you talking to me about luck? Are you not supposed to say goodbye to me? Why wish me luck?"

"Hehe…, Because I feel like you need luck more than anything else right now." She said, pretending to be ignorant.

\'Does she tell me that she\'s going to attack me? Or maybe she\'s talking about a loony guy? Or maybe she\'s just putting pressure on me?\' Waves of questions arose in his mind as he tried to understand Isolet\'s words.

But finally, he smiles mysteriously before turning to her. "To think carefully, I think it\'s better to let you escort me."

Isolet frowns. "Wouldn\'t you try to abuse my hospitality?" She then supposes.

"Huhuhu, since I\'m as fragile as a glass, I don\'t think I can get home safely; there are too many bad wolves roaming outside."

"...I see; I hope you don\'t think I\'m also part of the pack of these evil wolves." She smiles while opening a white portal behind the mediator.

The latter also smiles. "I don\'t know what you\'re referring to, but my grandfather (who never existed) always taught me a trick to protect himself from a thief."

"Oh well? I\'m curious to know this trick too, maybe it could also help me stay in the sights of burglars."

The mediator immediately responds as if he were waiting for Isolet to ask him.

"The trick is very simple; you just have to entrust your pie to the thief in question."

"...What, that\'s all?" She said laughing.

"Be careful, don\'t take this trick lightly. It is useful in a situation like mine. For example, if you doubt that your aggressor is in front of you, you just have to ask him to escort you."

Isolet\'s smile is slightly offended when the mediator takes her as an example.

"Be careful, my dear, you may be wrong about the evil wolf."

"It doesn\'t matter if I am mistaken about the identity of the evil wolf, after all, a wolf remains a wolf; there is no kind or evil wolf. As long as I suspect a particular pack, they will probably defend me until I get home; unless she wants to be accused of attempted murder." These were his last sentences before he crossed Isolet’s portal leaving the latter speechless.

After a minute of silence, and making sure that the mediator was no longer with her, not to mention his traces, Isolet sighs before speaking out loud.

"An attempted murder, huh? It\'s interesting. To hear him, one would almost believe that he is confident of his immortality; am I wrong?" She said as she returned to her chair.

She then poured tea into one of the still-empty cups of tea and pushed it to the chair where the mediator was sitting.

At that moment, the cup of tea began to float in front of her before being emptied of a single sip.

Seeing this, she smiled innocently before pouring another drink into the empty cup that was still floating in front of her.

At the same time, a dark silhouette reappears in the chair without a shooting guard.

"I expected everything but that; who would have thought you would use our intermediary to find me, dear brother?" She said with sparkling eyes.

Simultaneously, Alvine cancels the magic of visual obstruction on his body and looks at Isolet from head to toe.

"I knew you were going to be a beautiful woman after your maturity, but the result is beyond my expectations." He whispered while putting his cup of tea on the small plate.

Isolet smiles cheerily when she hears his compliments. "For my part, I would never have believed that even my big brother, known to be the most beautiful, could be so cute once he survives the cycle of reincarnation. I think I would have regretted my whole life if I had managed to kill you at that time."

Seeing her confess her crimes with so much nonchalance, Alvine swallows another in the cup of tea. "And me in all this? Knowing my inclinations about beauty, can you imagine how I would feel if I could have killed you when you assimilated my darkness? A woman with a whimsical beauty, I have seen