Chapter 59: Rose Cyclamen (Part 2)

Rose Cyclamen.

Charlotte Cyclamen’s biological mother, and now the woman who became my mother.

For the real Charlotte Cyclamen, not me, she was the sworn enemy who annihilated her family, and the object of love

and hate.

And she was also one of the conditions for me to return to Earth, and for Charlotte, she was the enemy who had to be

avenged along with the crime of annihilating her family.

That woman was an important figure for Charlotte and me in many ways, in a bad way.

Anyway, perhaps because the shout filled with hatred and anger was heard by the woman and Leticia.

The two stopped fighting and looked at me, keeping a distance.

Rose Cyclamen’s expression was expressionless.

That expression, where no expression could be read, reminded me of when I first saw the woman in Charlotte’s memory.

If it weren’t for me, even the slightest change couldn’t be felt, as if the woman had put on a solid mask on her face.

I ignored the small tremor flickering in the woman’s eyes.

That’s because, what would that woman, who killed even her family members who lived together for decades in one

day, feel sorry for and her eyes tremble when she sees me?

It must be a mistake.

I thought so and looked at Leticia.

Leticia frowned as if she didn’t understand this situation itself, and then her eyes widened.

And then she looked back and forth between me and Rose Cyclamen with a deeply wrinkled face.

Given the common family name Cyclamen, the quick-witted her would have roughly guessed that Rose and I were

related by blood.

That’s why she’s showing that reaction.

In fact, Rose Cyclamen and Charlotte Cyclamen’s appearance was similar, it was genetics that could tell who

Charlotte’s appearance was inherited from.

Yeah.

Certainly, Rose Cyclamen and Charlotte Cyclamen in the memory were similar.

They were similar, but what is that…

It’s very different from the appearance of Rose Cyclamen I saw in Charlotte Cyclamen’s memory?

It’s not simply a matter of her hair being short.

Unlike then, I couldn’t feel even a bit of the energy that overwhelmed others just by standing.

I just felt ‘Ah, she’s strong’, but I didn’t feel any particular pressure.

I mean, I couldn’t feel the ominous atmosphere and magic I felt when I first saw her.

Strangely.

Besides, her appearance seems a bit different… Wait a minute, is she even a demon in the first place?

My eyes, which couldn’t understand, turned to Rose Cyclamen.

Regardless, Rose opened her mouth for the first time with a still expressionless face.

“It seems you’ve noticed.”

“…What?”

“Your acting has improved a lot. Pretending not to know. Well, a thousand years have passed since you were sealed,

so it wouldn’t be strange if you changed.”

I guess you still remembered my face.

Rose continued with a calm face.

“No, you couldn’t have forgotten. You resented and hated me, and you wanted to tear me to pieces, so you couldn’t

forget even if you tried. You recognized me even though it’s your first time seeing this appearance, so it seems like

you still hate me.”

“….”

“…Heh. Yes, your anger is natural. I knew a day like this would come someday, but I was surprised when I heard that

you were with a human, and that too, a sage.”

I was so resentful, wasn’t I?

It wouldn’t be strange if I sided with humans since I’m half-human, but you want my neck.

The first crack appeared on Rose’s expressionless face, and she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Seeing all that, I almost made a sullen expression for a moment.

She talks to herself and chatters, was she originally that kind of character?

I only remember Charlotte’s memory of her being a silent and cold woman.

Can a demon’s personality really change after a thousand years?

By the way, did she not notice that I’m not the real Charlotte?

Rose Cyclamen looked like she thought I was her real daughter, as if she didn’t feel the slightest bit of incongruity.

That was creepy, and at the same time, I made a complicated expression for a moment at the fact that I had almost

perfectly assimilated with Charlotte Cyclamen, and then I erased the expression.

Whether it’s Damian Radius or Charlotte Cyclamen, I am me.

Since I’m possessed, I’m the owner of this body, and there’s no need to be shaken.

I am me.

If I waver even for a moment and show a gap, I could die in the meantime.

The opponent in front of me is that strong.

So there’s no need to be confused.

There’s no need to be confused.

I am me.

Even if this anger and hatred are Charlotte Cyclamen’s emotions now, they are the emotions I feel now.

Charlotte Cyclamen’s goal is revenge on this woman.

It’s forced, but since I’ve taken over her body, I had to release her anger and hatred for her.

Honestly, I don’t like this woman either.

Even if there was a reason and purpose, from the moment she annihilated her family, this woman and I cannot coexist.

Rose looked at me, who had been silent all along, closed her eyes once, and said with the same expressionless face as before.

“I’ve been talking too much, unlike myself. Since you know who I am, that’s enough conversation.”

“……Conversation? Don’t be ridiculous. There was no conversation to be had with you from the beginning.”

“You still have a foul mouth.”

“Ha. Why, should I at least be respectful since you’re my parent?”

“….”

At that moment, Rose’s figure disappeared.

I widened my eyes and hurriedly looked around to chase her movements, but it was too late.

“Cough…!”

Crack.

With the gruesome sound of bones twisting and crushing, her knee kick hit my abdomen.

I unknowingly made a sound of air escaping from my mouth.

As if not to end it with that, a fist was successively planted in my chin.

Beyond the shaking vision due to the successive impacts, I saw coldly subsided red eyes.

This much with just martial arts?

In terms of race alone, Charlotte would also belong to the highest-ranking demons.

She was by no means weak in terms of physical strength.

It’s not like she’s not strong.

However, Rose Cyclamen was on a different level.

She might be on par with the Demon King, or maybe even stronger.

I bit my lip, seeing Rose’s fist wrapped in red lightning as if she were going to completely knock me out.

It’s dangerous to take that head-on.

My intuition rings the alarm.

But I’m not alone.

Momentary overwhelming magic that suppresses the area.

A huge fireball hit Rose from behind, who raised one eyebrow indifferently.

A gust of wind blew.

I barely rolled on the floor, avoiding a direct hit from the fireball, and while the arm that was burned was

regenerating, I flicked the other hand.

Shash, Shash.

[Crimson Flower]

An upper-level skill of Crimson Thorns.

The shadow that rose from right under Rose restrained Rose’s body like thorns covering a rose and turned into sharp

blades, piercing Rose’s body.

Skewering.

She will slowly die in the pain of having her body pierced.

It would have ended with this for an ordinary opponent.

But the opponent I and Leticia are fighting is not an ordinary demon, nor a moderately strong demon.

A demon that seems like it could easily trample even the highest-ranking demons.

A vampire who has lived since the mythical age when various gods and goddesses lived not long after this world was created.

Of course, it would have been nice if it ended with this, but, well.

It seems like it’s not the main body, but even if it’s not the main body, it’s the same that it’s strong.

A clone? Or a homunculus?

Appearance can be changed with magic, but strength and magic are heterogeneous, so is it a homunculus rather than a clone?

If so, she couldn’t fully contain the power of her main body.

A homunculus superior to the main body, there’s no way she would make such a thing.

In the end, if it’s a homunculus, its durability and regeneration ability will be far inferior to the main body.

So the smoke cleared.

What was visible was the figure of Rose, limp, with her body, right leg, and left arm pierced.

I clicked my tongue.

I aimed for the head and heart, but she gave up other things as if it were impossible and protected her vital points,

the head and heart.

But if it’s not the main body, the regeneration ability will be reduced.

There was no need to look at Leticia, dozens of magic circles were floating behind Leticia’s back.

A demon won’t die from that much.

It doesn’t matter to me, our relationship.

From the moment I expressed hostility, Leticia didn’t ask anything.

That was good.

It was her proof that she firmly believed and trusted me.

She’s the one who recognized me, completely changed in gender and appearance on earth, it’s okay to say it’s a past. I

intended to say it as is if she questioned, actually.

There’s no reason to hide it, and anyway, it’s just sharing information about the enemy, so I was going to tell her

about Charlotte Cyclamen’s past.

Boom, Boom. Thud, Boom!

Well, I didn’t know it would turn out like this.

I rubbed my shoulder at the sight of Leticia, who was coldly firing various attack magic.

I shouldn’t get cocky.

“…As expected, you have the skills to reach the Demon King. The rumor that you reached the end of magic wasn’t a lie.”

“You…!”

Smoke rises.

And what was seen through it was the figure of Rose Cyclamen, standing with a large hole in her stomach and

covered in blood.

Her arms, legs, and everything else were a mess, but her relaxed appearance made me wonder, and then I frowned.

High-ranking vampires never die unless their heads are shattered into pieces, their hearts are staked and completely destroyed.

As if to prove that fact, the hole in her stomach and the minor wounds were slowly closing and healing.