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◈ Reincarnated as the Villain's Heir

Chapter 51: My Brother Is Too Strong

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"Gah!"

"That was fairly fun."

I cut down Ihalt, who had contracted with Epsilon, the Demon Flame Beast.

At that moment, my eyes met Ihalt's.

"I-impossible..."

"I know a fire user with far more talent than you. If you're only that strong despite having a contracted demon, well..."

Ihalt glared at me hatefully, but then vanished into the darkness.

I had said that, but these guys were normally strong.

At the very least, Ihalt was probably stronger than Lilisha at the moment.

In a sense, that was only natural.

Since they were boosted by contracted demons, Summon Masters tended to become stronger than ordinary magicians.

However, the influence of the contracted demon showed strongly, so if they contracted with something half-baked, they would reach their ceiling quickly.

Still, these guys seemed to have made some improvements through summoning magic.

They had talked big about all sorts of things, but Epsilon lacked a little power.

In that sense, Brother Vaid was fighting. No, he was not.

The opponent he was playing with had contracted with a more powerful demon.

"Lord Alphys, good work! I'll wipe your sweat and everything!"

"I actually wanted you to gain some experience too, but this is Brother Vaid's mission. We can't ask for too much."

While Luchel wiped all over my face, I shifted my gaze to Brother Vaid.

Right now, he was holding down two people several levels stronger than the man I had defeated.

Brother Vaid's decision to give me the guy called Ihalt had been reasonable.

The current me would have trouble fighting those two at the same time.

In particular, Krantz, the one contracted with Phantom, was troublesome.

Erasing not only his form but also his mana was cheating.

Meanwhile, I had only finally made it so my mana could not be sensed after layering all sorts of tricks with dark magic.

"Diabaran, is it? This is my first time seeing someone contracted with a Netherworld demon flower that devours even demons! Since you have tentacles, you should always be conscious of the opponent's blind spots!"

"Wh-what are you saying to me? In that case... Miasma Pollen!"

Black pollen was released from the magic circle.

I immediately covered Luchel's nose and mouth and left the area.

"Mmm, mmm!"

"Be quiet. If you breathe in even a little of that, your mind will be damaged."

After taking some distance, I used Black Hole to suck up the pollen.

Meanwhile, Brother Vaid was perfectly calm.

"This man... It has no effect on him at all..."

"Hmm, I made a mistake... He died!"

Apparently, Brother Vaid had been holding Krantz by the neck the whole time and had suffocated him.

Krantz hung limply from his grip, foaming at the mouth.

In other words, Brother Vaid had been dealing with that man while holding Krantz.

Was he a monster?

Brother Vaid deliberately let the man fire his summoning magic.

Then he was moved by it and conquered it.

Those who faced Brother Vaid, who praised their techniques while completely shutting them down, usually had their spirits broken.

The man had already used everything he had, and he could not hide his impatience.

"Hah... hah... hah... hah..."

"What is wrong? Come at me as grandly as you like! Show me more techniques!"

"What... What are you? I have never seen anyone like this!"

"Now, come!"

Brother Vaid stood ready with a heavy presence, and the man backed away from him.

Ah, he was going to run.

The moment I thought that, the man released some kind of blinding pollen and fled.

Ah, he had done it now.

"What?"

"Brother Vaid, he's running."

"Wait! Please do not go!"

Was he a man whose lover had run away?

When Brother Vaid pointed his greatsword at the man's back, he released a pulse mixed with black and purple.

When the pulse struck the man directly, he staggered and began walking in a strange direction.

"A-ahehe... I'll kill, kiiill, kiiilll..."

"Good! You feel like fighting now! Come!"

As if wringing out all of his mana, the man began attacking his surroundings indiscriminately.

Brother Vaid happily received or dodged everything.

Once it got like this, it would be long.

"Luchel, let's rest a little."

"Wh-what happened? Did that guy go insane?"

"Brother Vaid's pulse is chaos. When someone touches it, all sorts of things become chaotic."

The man rampaged while drooling.

Brother Vaid parried everything and enjoyed himself until the man's mana ran dry.

Yes, Brother Vaid did not use pulse as an attack technique.

By striking an opponent who had lost the will to fight with his pulse, he forcibly made them fight like that.

If he felt like it, he could probably destroy an entire country with that extremely dangerous pulse.

After that, the man was played with thoroughly by Brother Vaid until his mana depleted and he collapsed.

Running from Brother Vaid was a bad move.

Well, your choices were either getting killed on the spot or going mad and dying.

If you wanted to preserve your dignity as a person, I recommended fighting until the end.

"Ahee, ihih, ufuhii..."

The man crawled along the floor with wriggling movements.

Once it reached this point, he would not go back to normal.

"Hmm, is it over already?"

"Brother Vaid, we can't extract information like this. What are you going to do?"

"Hah!?"

Brother Vaid looked at me as if asking what he should do.

This kind of mission was exactly what you should not leave to Brother Vaid.

Just give him missions where the clear condition is enemy annihilation, World King.

"Luchel, heal him. With the current you, you should be able to manage somewhat."

"Yes!"

When Luchel sent her regeneration pulse into the man, he slowly began changing.

Light returned to his eyes, and he grew calmer.

"Ah, I..."

"Thank Luchel. Now, who are you people, and what is your goal?"

"Who would tell you..."

"I see. Then it can't be helped. Curse."

Normally, it probably would not work, but against him while he was weakened, it should be effective.

Curse inflicted a curse and produced various effects.

The man began trembling violently and sweating.

Judging by his red face and the way he held his body with both arms, he had gotten sick.

"Cold, cold. My head hurts... My stomach hurts..."

"Talk, and I'll have Luchel heal you."

"Wh-who would... Ugh! My stomach!"

"Oops. If you won't talk, then you can soil yourself right there."

At that moment, I felt even Luchel beside me recoil.

Hey, why? Say "as expected of Lord Alphys" like usual.

"Lord Alphys, that is a little..."

"What is a little? Either he spills everything, or he loses his dignity as a person right here. It's a simple choice."

"I-I'll stand over there!"

"Hey."

That filthy angel was quick only when it came to running away.

This would be over as soon as he talked.

"Aah... Aaah..."

Hey, he actually did it.

A tragic smell began drifting through the area.

"Alphys, there are things one should and should not do."

"I don't want to hear that from you, Brother Vaid."

Had I even made my own brother recoil?

Perhaps the man found himself too pathetic, because he finally began sobbing.

I had not thought he would refuse to talk until he soiled himself.

Well, he had been unlucky.

Yes, unlucky.

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