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    Chapter
    325: The Puppeteer Subjugation Battle

    Instinctively,
    I felt it.

    This
    meeting, barely five minutes underway, was heading for disaster.

    Judging
    by the looks in their eyes, neither side seemed willing to budge.

    Watching
    Celsia step forward protectively, puffed up like a balloon, I
    thought:

    —How
    can I trust that demon bastard who already stabbed me in the back
    once?

    Trust
    isn’t something that appears and disappears so easily.

    You
    might barely earn it even risking your life together exploring a
    Labyrinth, but the Puppeteer had already betrayed the thread of faith
    woven by the Contract.

    It
    takes a very long time for fractured trust to recover.

    Having
    already caused a major ruckus once, the outcome of this meeting might
    have already been decided.

    ‘Is
    now the chance?’

    The
    Puppeteer had left the base on his own, alone.

    I
    surveyed our forces.

    Celsia,
    a greatsword warrior in her 50s with experience in the lower levels
    of the Labyrinth, Denshi, a versatile supporter, and, most
    importantly, Idelbert, who had finished recovering.

    In
    addition to the Knights and guards scattered outside.

    Celsia
    must have thought:

    It
    wouldn’t be strange if the Puppeteer, who had already broken the
    Contract and changed his mind once, changed his mind again later.

    Even
    now, one zone is in chaos and many are suffering because of the
    Puppeteer.

    Why
    not eliminate a clear evil, worthy of being called a demon?

    It
    might be better to execute the Puppeteer now and eradicate the
    unpredictable danger.

    “I
    see.”

    The
    Puppeteer, hearing Celsia’s words, murmured with a look as if he were
    looking at someone pitiful.

    “Hundreds
    of years ago or now, the royal bloodline doesn’t know its place.”
    Click.

    The
    moment the Puppeteer snapped his fingers, Magical threads flashed.

    Clang!

    Celsia,
    raising her greatsword, barely managed to block an attack aimed at
    her neck, and the battle began.

    KWA-AAAAAAAAANG!

    The
    oversized axe imbued with Divine power and Mana and Idelbert’s
    gauntlets slammed into the table where the Puppeteer had been sitting
    just moments before.

    The
    clear explosion and the dust from the dirt-floor camp obscured the
    view, but I caught the Puppeteer’s movements within my range of
    perception.

    WHOOSH!

    The
    bolt Denshi fired pierced through the cloud of dust.

    My
    gaze followed its trajectory, fixed on the Puppeteer at the end.

    The
    Puppeteer’s body, moved by Magical threads, tore through the tent
    ceiling and was suspended in the air as before.

    The
    bolt Denshi fired was also frozen in mid-air as if time had stopped.

    I
    clicked my tongue, using Weakness Detection magic on the Puppeteer,
    who had caught Denshi’s bolt with Magical threads.

    ‘What
    is this?’

    Swoosh—
    Swoosh—

    The
    focus of the Weakness Detection magic, which had been targeting like
    the crosshairs of a sniper rifle, lost its way and bounced around
    when it touched the Puppeteer.

    Even
    Idelbert’s weaknesses had been detected, but this Weakness Detection
    magic wasn’t working.

    There
    were cases where my skills were lacking and I couldn’t see the
    weakness, but this was the first time a weakness bounced around like
    this.

    ‘Does
    this mean there are no special weaknesses in that puppet’s body?’

    No,
    that wasn’t it.

    Something
    was wrong.

    [Don’t
    look at the body. It’s just a puppet.] I listened to Bunny’s briefing
    in my head.

    The
    exterior was a beautiful human woman to anyone who looked, but when
    you took it apart piece by piece, the Puppeteer’s body was very
    different from a human body.

    The
    redness and softness of the skin were just elaborate finishes.

    Even
    the slightest movements of the joints were perfect puppets controlled
    by Magical threads.

    [Then
    isn’t it impossible to kill him completely?]

    The
    Puppeteer can possess those afflicted with the Puppet curse in the
    form of a ‘Link’.

    As
    long as tens of thousands of puppets exist, isn’t the Puppeteer
    immortal unless they are all killed?

    [Heh
    heh. You still don’t know something.]

    He
    chuckled softly at my question.

    [The
    fact that you can’t see the weakness means that the weakness is
    hidden that much more cleverly. Widen your view, Balkan. It’s your
    specialty.]

    As
    I was thinking about Bunny’s words, the Magical threads the Puppeteer
    launched came to capture me.

    —Let’s
    go together.

    The
    Puppeteer’s voice was conveyed along the threads.

    —Let’s
    go together. Come to me with your slave.

    The
    voice was filled with intense obsession and greed.

    —Tell
    me about the Hero’s appearance that I haven’t seen. I’ll show you the

    Hero’s
    appearances that you haven’t seen. Don’t you want to see the Hero,

    Mother
    Earth? I can show you. In return, your…

    Slash!

    I
    swung my axe in a straight line, cutting the threads that carried the
    voice of the vile younger sister stalker, and took a step back.

    I
    stepped back from the flow of battle and once again surveyed the
    situation.

    Outside,
    I could hear the sounds of battle from the Knights who had realized
    that a battle had broken out inside the tent and that the
    negotiations had failed.

    Perhaps
    the Puppeteer was moving the imbeciles, the rioters, and the other
    puppets in the Outlaw Zone to prevent their joining.

    Inside
    the tent, the battle was still in progress.

    PA-A-A-A-ANG!

    Idelbert
    and Celsia, the warriors, were trying to drag the fight into close
    combat by unleashing gusts of wind or jumping, but the Puppeteer
    remained suspended in the air, not giving them any distance.

    Even
    when they occasionally rushed in with explosive speed, their approach
    was limited because countless threads bound their bodies.

    WHOOSH!

    Even
    when Denshi, who had a proper means of ranged attack, fired his
    crossbow, it was only blocked by Magical threads.

    ‘First,
    I have to attack those threads.’

    The
    Magical threads that moved the Puppeteer’s puppet body, attacked us,
    and blocked attacks.

    I
    had to cut those threads first to approach the Puppeteer.

    ‘…Huh?’

    Only
    then did I feel a strange sense of incongruity.

    ‘A
    body without weaknesses. Why is he blocking attacks?’

    If
    it really was a body without weaknesses, there was no need to block
    our attacks.

    The
    Puppeteer could ignore the puppet’s body being damaged, cut down the
    others with Magical threads, and then possess Denshi and take me
    away, and that would be the Puppeteer’s victory.

    But
    he wasn’t possessing Denshi, and he was focused on preserving the
    puppet’s body.

    ‘…Power
    source?’

    Mana
    to manipulate the Magical threads.

    A
    place to contain the scattered Magical Energy.

    Just
    as I kept Mana and Divine power in my heart and dantian and drew them
    out whenever I needed them.

    ‘If
    that puppet’s body is acting as a kind of power source and
    warehouse?’

    Weakness
    Detection magic reacts when there is a clear weakness, and a power
    source can clearly be seen as a weakness.

    But
    if that power source is evenly and delicately divided throughout the
    body.

    Weakness
    Detection magic would have no choice but to bounce around without
    catching any one clear weakness.

    ‘There’s
    no reason to protect the puppet’s entire body so desperately.’

    If
    I had a hypothesis, I had to test it, and to do that, I had to break
    through his defenses.

    “Injure
    him!!”

    At
    my shout, Idelbert’s cat tail and Celsia’s armored body twitched.

    “Just
    make one small wound!”

    Hearing
    his disciple’s cry, the master immediately slammed the black cat tail
    into the ground.

    KWA-A-A-ANG!

    When
    the ground was struck so hard that it created a small crater, large
    rocks flew into the air along with the dirt.

    “Huuuuh—!”

    Celsia
    swung her giant greatsword like a baseball bat, smashing the rocks
    floating in the air.

    KA-A-A-A-ANG!

    The
    sound of metal and stone colliding created a huge explosion, and
    dozens of sharp stone fragments shot towards the Puppeteer at a
    fierce speed.

    “Tsk.”

    The
    Puppeteer clicked his tongue and swung the puppet’s arm, causing the
    Magical threads to move in clumps and pull something in.

    “Kuh-heuk?!”

    “My
    body, my body is moving on its own!!”

    Three
    unnamed guards with Magical threads piercing their entire bodies were
    pulled in front of the Puppeteer.

    CLANG!
    CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

    “Kuaaaaak!”

    The
    stones hit the armor they were wearing, making a cheerful sound.

    The
    armor hit by the stones was dented in several places, but it wasn’t a
    major injury.

    The
    guards, thrown away again by the Puppeteer’s gesture, rolled on the
    ground.

    “…”

    The
    Puppeteer couldn’t laugh, even though he had successfully blocked the
    attack.

    “Heh
    heh! I grazed him!”

    Denshi
    reloaded his bolt with an excited voice.

    In
    the timing when the Puppeteer was using the guards as meat shields to
    block the attack, Denshi had succeeded in hitting the tip of her toe.

    Pshhhhh…

    The
    Puppeteer’s Mana and Magical Energy leaked out from between the
    severed little toe.

    According
    to Bunny, the Puppeteer’s ‘real body’ had already been destroyed by
    the Hero.

    The
    puppet in front of me now was a kind of power source, a warehouse to
    store the Puppeteer’s Mana and Magical Energy.

    If
    the puppet’s body was destroyed and all the Mana and Magical Energy
    escaped…

    What
    would happen to the Puppeteer?

    “…Ah,
    really…”

    Judging
    by the low murmur as if he was angry, it seemed that at least some
    proper damage could be done.

    “Since
    you’re the Hero’s brother, I was going to take you as gently as
    possible…”

    Shhh!

    The
    Puppeteer’s Magical threads instantly sealed the wound, suppressing
    the escaping Mana and Magical Energy.

    At
    the same time, an eerie Magical Energy began to be contained in the
    Magical threads she was moving.

    “…It’s
    all your fault if you’re dragged away roughly like a dismemberment
    dildo.”

    “Alright.
    Then you.”

    Swish—

    I
    pointed the axe blade at the Puppeteer and shouted. “It’s a
    dismemberment onahole type. You stalker bitch.”

    And,
    I activated the newly acquired blessing.

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