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XXXVI.

Since the clown was summoned, every day has been like an incredible dream. Days that are so satisfying and happy that they can only be described with the word ‘dream’.

Her master.

It’s because of the man who changed his name to Gray.

From the moment we first met until now, I did not want to show that kind of side to my Master, who had showered me with faith, trust, and affection with all my being, something I had never received from anyone except one person since I was born.

To her, her Master Gray was special. From the moment we first met, until now. There was never a single moment that was not special to her. He was that kind of man.

There was a side of me that I never wanted to see in front of him.

He was resisting the temptation to see the blood boiling in front of him.

I wanted to be a beautiful woman in front of him, not an ominous woman.

That’s why I never fell asleep in front of him. Still, when she closes her eyes, memories of that day come back and haunt her.

There was no need for the clown to worry about this. There was no need to do the same at the moment when the candidate competency evaluation was conducted.

“Come here.”

Even when that damn demon scum showed up, she was able to handle it well enough. If only that scum hadn’t taken out the undead,

also,

“What are you! This is crazy!”

If the mid-level demon who is irritated towards you does not change its momentum after cutting off its tail,

“Command completed. Master.”

Unless the Arcana Witch took care of the Abomination before her.

So if all eyes weren’t focused on you,

You don’t have to worry about this.

I never wanted to go back to that time, when everyone in the world hated and shunned me. At least never when the Master is next to you.

At least,

“, profit! Come out!”

Even if this damn demon bastard hadn’t called for reinforcements so clearly,

I wouldn’t have worried.

-I do not have time!

– Absorb blood!

-drink! Blood! Absorb it! Blood!

-Are you going to let me run away?

A voice of temptation that makes one temple tingle.

‘I hate it!!’

In the ears of the clown, who once again harshly swung the red side towards the demon and strongly denied it inwardly,

“It’s okay.”

“!!”

Gray’s voice reaches me. One after another.

“No matter what you look like, I will never be disappointed.”

“There is nothing to avoid you, much less to be scared or afraid of you.”

“None.”

“So… … .”

“Cut it up. That.”

[You may not believe it, but I hope you believe it. someday… That someone will definitely appear who will fill your emptiness with ridiculous beliefs, foolish trust, and blind love. As I did.]

‘Iknow, right. There really is such a man.’

“Okay! ‘Self’.”

Perhaps, if the color of emotion was expressed in the voice, the word ‘self’ that the clown spoke just now would have been a vivid and bright pink.

◈ ◈ ◈

“So… … .”

“Cut it up. That.”

The emotion of ‘happiness’ creeps onto the face of the clown, who is forced to do what he doesn’t want to do, and who has to show a side of himself he doesn’t want his loved ones to see.

A space where the word battlefield is more appropriate than a stadium.

It seems somewhat out of place for a woman in the middle of a gruesome battlefield where the black blood and flesh of demons are everywhere, but as a clown, it suits her perfectly and is a happy smile that feels beautiful.

“Okay! Baby.”

The friendly response that matched the emotions blooming on his face made me smile like a clown without realizing it.

The clown has never told me what his true state is. However, there have been a few times when I was surprised while looking at me with a sad expression.

And although no one else knew why she did that, I had an idea. The same thing is happening right now.

Because I know her past as a clown.

Summoning an Arcana is not like ‘playing a trap card’.

However, it does not bloom due to affinity like other summoning classes.

In the process of flowering from a card to an arcana, the card master looks into the arcana’s life.

The wounds, the pain, and all of life.

If you think you are just getting a powerful ‘summoned beast’, the card will never be an arcana and will not respond to the summon.

It’s like a warning from the ‘first card’ to the card master.

-Can you handle it? This terrible emptiness? Pain? Hurt?

And I smiled and summoned the clown.

There is a clear difference between the cards of other arcana and the Jester.

While other Arcana are the ultimate class of a class, such as wizards or swordsmen, so they naturally use divine power, whereas clowns cannot use divine power.

It is not simply that she cannot build up divine power in her body, but because of the bad karma she left behind in her life, divine power completely rejects her.

Instead, she absorbs the life force from blood and flesh, which all living things possess, and uses that power. In a sense, the power of life force, which is more powerful than divine power.

From the perspective of an ordinary person, its appearance is so grotesque and eerie that it can be mistaken for a monster, a vampire, or even a demon.

You may feel disgusted or afraid. Or they will ostracize you, or at least feel uncomfortable about it.

‘What if the clown wasn’t my girl? Well, maybe I did too.’

What if a clown sticks his fangs into their necks and sucks their blood? Does not matter. Summoning her to Arcana means that I have looked into, understood, and acknowledged her life in its entirety.

Bugle-! Bugle-!

While he was lost in thought for a moment, the demonic blood that had been gathering together turned into one large sphere and was quickly absorbed into the clown’s side.

In the end, all the black blood on the floor disappeared and the clown’s side became a brighter red than ever before.

Damn!

I swung the blood-red side I was holding in my right hand once.

When the intermediate demon, who was surprised by the momentum and took a step back, was confused because nothing happened,

“It is a dinner permitted by the Master~.”

With those words, he threw the white card he was holding in his right hand into the air without knowing when he had taken it out.

“Enjoy yourselves~.”

Churrr. fluttering-. fluttering-.

The high-flying stack of cards spread in all directions on its own without any wind blowing, and began to fall very, very slowly.

A mid-level demon that was groaning because its cut off tail did not regenerate,

All the spectators, including nobles and students, who were watching in the stands,

Even the later dean,

Everyone’s attention is focused on the white cards that fall too slowly.

It was around that time that a change occurred in the white cards that were slowly falling from the sky, like the first snow falling in winter.

―Kikik! Kikikikikick!

―Kikikick!

-Giggle! Kikiki kick

―Kikikikikiki!

Laughter fills the stadium, which can be like the sound of children giggling at some times, and at other times it can be felt as grotesque.

Red liquid oozes and squirms as if blood is bleeding from all the white cards.

The liquids began to draw on the pure white card.

A picture of a clown painted blood-red.

‘Wouldn’t it be just like that if I drew a clown in blood on a card the size of my palm?’ This is the picture that comes to mind.

Soooo!

The clowns, who are small enough to create the illusion that they are hearing such a sound effect, pull away from the falling white cards with all their might and jump down one by one.

“What, what!”

Intermediate demon.

The mid-level demons, who are said to be considered a full-fledged combat force in the demon world, are frightened by this phenomenon they are seeing for the first time and retreat in a panic.

However, the red ‘mini-me clowns’ that jump down from the sky swim freely in the air like fairies and plant cute little blood-red sides into the demon’s body one by one.

Parts of the face, neck, chest, legs, stomach, and even the severed tail.

Little clowns who stick their faces in every exposed area and anywhere and burst out laughing, ‘Kikikikik!’

“You can eat it~.”

As if waiting for the clown’s permission, the little clowns put the side to their mouths and start inhaling.

“Aaagh! What, what!!”

It shrinks into the muscles of a demon covered in black scales. As if the wind had gone out.

“Ugh! Wow!”

Since they are demons called a fighting race, they tried to shake off their bodies and attack the small clowns with magical power and burst into flames, but the small clowns did not suffer any damage from the demons’ touch, as if it were an illusion.

“Kaaak!”

The scream of a demon.

Meanwhile, there are ‘mini-me clowns’ who suck the blood of demons and show their satiety while making ‘kikikiki’ laughing sounds.

My clown is smiling and showing great satisfaction in the middle of the scene.

“ya!”

What a beautiful scene and what a fatal woman!

Sze-. Sigh…

In my admiring ears, I hear the sound of a broom sweeping the floor.

She is a witch.

“Do you have a case of tuberculosis?”

“I try to maintain cleanliness because it is closely related to my health, but I am not a schizophrenic.”

The witch’s eyes were serious as she firmly said that she was not a hypochondriac. But I decided to keep it a secret from the world that they had decided to call it mycorrhea.

“Then, why… … ?”

“Oh? Ah!”

When I asked while pointing to the witch’s broom that was being used to sweep the floor – of course, that’s what a broom is for in the first place, but I know that a witch’s broom is not just for that purpose, but rather a replacement for a wizard’s staff – an exclamation point seemed to appear above my head. Then he chuckles and laughs.

“This is not cleaning.”

After answering that, he moves the broom he was sweeping the floor with faster and hits the floor like he did when dealing with Abomination.

The area where the dust has been swept with a broom shines with a sacred blue light. The lights gradually attracted each other, forming a huge circle of hexagons, surrounding me and the witch.

“Suhojin. This is Præsídĭum. It’s not perfect, but it will definitely prevent their surprise attack.”

“They? Surprise?”

“Yes. Those are them.”

Where the witch pointed her white, thin finger, there was a completely lifeless corpse of a mid-level demon and four or five shadows surrounding the demon.

“Those… . No, what is removal?”

“It must be a demon. That’s why you need this protection spell.”

“Asmodians? A brief surprise attack?”

“Yes. They will attack the master.”

I guess so. Because I am the weakest. If beings presumed to be five or six demons appear, I will do the same.

Because I am, at best, an expert level piece of trash.

‘Since when on earth did the expert level become trash!’

I want to confidently say that, but among these monsters, the only word that comes to mind is that experts and such are just trash.

There’s probably a sign above me that says ‘Can you sleep at that level?’ They may have the same title.

“That… I guess so.”

Do you feel comfortable after admitting it?

It’s not that comfortable. I feel more miserable because I admit it. It was a moment when I promised myself that I would train like crazy again when I returned.

“You don’t have to think like that.”

I couldn’t ask what the witch was saying out of the blue. Many thoughts were running through my head.

As if she understood my feelings, the witch continued speaking without waiting for me to ask a question.

“If Master had not been there, we would not have been able to appear in this world in the first place. The fundamental reason why we are able to deal with the intermediate demons and the corpses they have placed lies with the Master. Also, if we only consider individual strength, summoning classes such as elementalists and phantom beast summoners, as well as beast tamers and puppet masters, should all be treated as weak.”

“That… Go?”

The witch’s clear, clear tone, as if she was reporting based on rational judgment without any personal feelings, felt persuasive, and it comforted me.

“Yes. Just as the spirits or phantoms they summon protect the summoner and fight for the summoner, we will also follow the Master’s orders and protect the Master. So certain that it cannot even be compared to them.”

I feel like I heard the words omitted later in my ears. The words ‘I will protect you.’

“Above all! This situation is not the master’s fault.”

The witch said that casually and glared at Dean Hu, who was on the other side of the wall, not at me. Those eyes contained such a reprimand that it was difficult to believe that they were directed at the superhumans of Circle 9.

“What are you going to do now? You who have reached the clumsy truth.”