Otome Game Mob Villain

Chapter 559

"Look, I told you. That sword is no shield."

"Wha—?!"

By blocking the massive boulder with his greatsword, Gabriel's front was left wide open.

Seizing the opportunity, I activated "Fire Spear" repeatedly. The snake heads couldn't regenerate fast enough, and Gabriel, struck directly by the fire spears, let out a pained roar, staggering backward.

"What's that...?"

As Gabriel's clothes burned away, revealing his chest, I noticed a jade-colored orb fused into his body. It was puzzling.

The jade orb, which should have been small enough to swallow, had now grown to the size of an adult's palm, likely due to absorbing the mercenaries.

When I probed it with my energy, I could hear the agonized voices of the mercenaries emanating from the orb, their faces twisted in despair.

Could it be that the mercenaries are still alive?

It might be worth trying something.

"You... you bastard! Don't get cocky!"

Gabriel, enraged, unleashed a wave of dark magic, and the black serpent heads regenerated instantly.

But he was breathing heavily, his shoulders rising and falling.

It seemed that regenerating the serpent heads consumed a significant amount of his magic.

If I dragged this into a war of attrition, his magic would eventually run out.

But if I did that, what would happen to the mercenaries absorbed by the jade orb as a source of magic?

It definitely wouldn't end well for them.

So, what should I do?

As I pondered this while facing Gabriel, something on the ground behind him caught my eye, glowing faintly.

Maybe I could try combining that with something else.

While dodging Gabriel's fierce attacks, I began gathering a large amount of magic in my left hand.

"Fool. You know magic doesn't work on me, yet you still gather it?"

Gabriel spat out those words, and the serpent heads lunged toward the magic I had gathered in my left hand, their mouths wide open.

It was almost as if they were seeking food.

But this magic wasn't for an offensive spell.

Once I had gathered enough magic, I quickly leaped out of the serpent heads' effective range.

"Let me show you an interesting spell."

"Hmph. Whatever you do, it's pointless."

Gabriel snorted and closed the distance aggressively, but I remained calm, a slight smile on my lips.

"You're not the only one who can manifest magic into 'something.' Appear, Support Magic Body!"

I raised my left hand high, and the magic I had gathered transformed into the figure of a young boy in midair.

He had my usual appearance, with the same eye color, hair color, and even the same outfit I wore to hide my identity—complete with a hat and a red mask covering his eyes.

As he landed on the ground, he opened his eyes, which had been closed in meditation, and flashed a bright smile.

"Ta-da! Manifested by magic, Mini Zero-Red, at your service!"

The boy before me was none other than Memory, the embodiment of my memories.

During the battle with Elba, I had pushed my body to its limits, and as a result, my magic capacity had unintentionally increased significantly.

The transformation magic I was currently using was also a product of that.

And the increase in magic power had unexpectedly affected Memory as well.

Previously, he could only speak when I summoned him through magic, but now he could initiate conversations whenever he wanted.

Additionally, when I held hands or made physical contact with someone, Memory could communicate with them through magic.

By the way, there's now one other person besides me who knows about him.

None other than Fara.

After the battle at the Narrow Fortress, while I was bedridden, Fara stayed up all night nursing me. To reassure her, Memory apparently contacted her through telepathy to let her know  I was safe.

"I've been watching Fara through you for a long time, so I thought she could be trusted. Besides, your wife is my wife too. It was fun talking to her about various things."

Memory said this with a laugh.

However, after Fara found out how much I had overexerted myself, she made me drink a highly unpleasant magic recovery potion every day.

"What the hell is that brat? You're mocking me!"

Gabriel, seemingly feeling insulted, veins bulging on his forehead, sent the serpent heads charging at us.

But Memory just smiled confidently and snapped the fingers of his right hand.

Immediately, sharp rocks erupted from the ground, piercing and destroying all the serpent heads.

"Wha—what?!"

Gabriel's eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Memory quickly snapped the fingers of his left hand, generating a massive spike of rock to follow up with another attack.

"The one mocking here is you. I'm not as kind as Zero."

"Gahhh!"

Gabriel blocked the attack with his greatsword, preventing a direct hit.

But the impact sent him flying, crashing into the towering wall I had used as a foothold earlier.

The wall collapsed, sending up a massive cloud of dust.

"Wasn't that a bit overkill?"

"Nah, you're just too soft."

Memory shook his head dismissively.

As a manifested magic support body, he had a ruthless side, and his demeanor was somewhat villainous.

"Alright, stop thinking about nonsense and execute the plan. Otherwise, I'll take him down myself."

"Alright, alright. No need to glare at me like that."

I flinched under his intense stare.

With Memory's physical manifestation, I could share thoughts, vision, hearing, and various other senses through our magical connection.

However, if not handled carefully, this could become a disadvantage rather than an advantage.

When I first successfully tested this magic on a whim and met Memory face-to-face, I was overjoyed.

But immediately afterward, an overwhelming flood of information rushed through my mind, causing a nausea far worse than any 3D motion sickness, and I ended up vomiting on the spot.

Even though I was looking forward, I could see my own face and the background from Memory's perspective.

When he moved, I felt his movements, causing my own body to misinterpret the sensations and stumble.

Every sound and voice, including my own, echoed and distorted.

It was a mess.

Now, after blocking unnecessary information and getting used to it, it's no longer a problem.

Since Memory himself is made of magic, he can activate spells on his own, and as long as he's within a certain range, I can supply him with magic.

As long as I don't lose consciousness or run out of magic, Memory, as a magic support body, can keep fighting.

"...?! He's coming, Zero."

The moment Memory glared ahead, the dust cloud was blown away, and Gabriel reappeared, accompanied by even larger serpent heads.

He looked even more menacing than before.

"Mini-Red, it might be better not to destroy any more serpent heads."

"You're too soft. Like a French toast soaked in sugar and milk, topped with soft serve, chocolate, red bean jelly, honey, condensed milk, and sweet bean paste—ridiculously sweet."

Memory shrugged and shook his head, joking around.

Just imagining that level of sweetness was enough to give me heartburn.