Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Chapter 158 : Ultimate Love

"No... Let go of me!"

Fillo was at a loss, caught by her tail.

She didn't expect the other to chase after her directly...

In her nervousness, the tail wrapped around her waist became hard to hide, and she unconsciously let it out, only to be caught by the other, making it even more impossible for her to escape.

"I won't let you go until we clarify things today."

This 'prince' dressed as a man was wall-pinning the demon disguised as a maid.

Michel held Fillo's tail with one hand, while the other hand pressed her against the wall with a thud.

Fillo felt some regret; she shouldn't have helped her earlier—

But no matter what, these were all consequences of her own actions.

...It was time to face it.

Fillo spoke the words of compromise she had been thinking about since coming here:

"Michel... I'll find a way to turn you back! I've already found my elder sister. If we ask for her help, we might be able to retract the magic I cast on you and restore you to your original state—"

However, Michel's answer surprised her:

"But I refuse."

"...Eh??"

Looking at the serious-faced Michel before her, Fillo was dumbfounded.

"Are you crazy... Giving up on being a proper man to really become a woman?"

"Yes."

She nodded seriously.

"I can feel it, the demon power of Fillo flowing within me..."

As she spoke, Michel showed an enraptured expression.

"...Don't say such strange things!"

Fillo felt goosebumps rising even on the tip of her tail!!

"I'm really grateful to Fillo."

She paused, then said seriously:

"It's you who made me reconsider my position."

...Has this person really not taken the wrong medicine??

Fillo felt the tip of her tail, which was being held by the other, trembling.

Fillo's thoughts were actually quite simple. Just the out-of-line actions she had taken before were enough to make her feel guilty...

And now, if her actions had awakened some strange fetish in the other, she felt a deep sense of guilt towards Michel, involuntarily giving rise to a profound feeling of sin.

"Changing gender will surely bring many inconveniences in the future... Have you really thought it through? What about the woman you like, your fiancée?"

"Although I feel sorry for her... a loveless engagement is irresponsible to both parties. I will apply to father to break off the engagement."

The reason was now quite sufficient. She was no longer male, so breaking off the engagement wouldn't be as difficult as before.

"Don't you have a woman you like?? If she sees you like this, won't she be heartbroken??"

"As for a woman I admire... Of course there is!"

At this point, Michel's cheeks were tinged with a blush, then as if making up her mind, she spoke her inner thoughts:

"I... I like you, Miss Fillo!"

"——"

The sudden confession left Fillo's mind blank.

"And didn't you say before that you weren't interested in men? Now that I've become a girl, isn't that just right?"

"...Wait a minute!! You're willing to become a girl just for this reason??"

For some reason, Fillo felt very angry.

"Is this reason not good enough?"

She tilted her head and asked back.

"You should think this through carefully! Why would you become a girl just for me—"

Completely incomprehensible!!

How does this person's brain work?!

Although Fillo felt she wasn't very smart herself, this human was just too strange!!

However, when she heard the other say she liked her, her body reacted for some unknown reason.

Her heart was beating too fast.

She was a demon... falling for a human... was absolutely not allowed.

"I've already thought it through carefully."

Her eyes shone with seriousness.

"Being a girl for so long... I've considered it thoroughly. This is the conclusion I've reached after careful deliberation."

"...So you're serious?"

"Yes!"

All along, she had been treated as the perfect, universally adored Prince.

Growing up in such an environment, gradually, Michel began to understand some of women's thoughts.

A life surrounded by the opposite sex wasn't as enviable as it looked.

Girls are gentle, cute, and fragile, needing protection.

But all those women surrounding her were eager to take something from her, which Michel found somewhat frightening.

Gradually, Michel began to fear their existence.

After the new engagement was announced, she thought she would spend her life as a 'prince' according to the arrangement.

Before meeting Fillo, that's what she thought.

Among the countless diverse women she had met, Fillo was definitely the most special.

Her thoughts were simple and direct, making Michel feel very relaxed when with her, deeply fascinated.

—'If you don't want to get married, then let me turn you into a woman?'

She inexplicably agreed to this reckless suggestion, but it was precisely this transformation into a female identity that gave Michel the opportunity to rethink herself. It also gave her a certain degree of salvation.

"Actually, it's not that I want to become a girl..."

Taking a step forward, she moved closer.

"Then why..."

"I just want to live more clearly."

If she were female, although there would be many constraints, she could also break free from the shackles she had been bearing until now.

There were many things that Michel as a male couldn't do.

"So... I'm fine like this, don't bother trying to change me back."

It wasn't about wanting to be a girl, but about wanting to be herself.

"I know, Fillo, you're a kind demon... Although you're a demon, you've never hurt any humans. That's why you helped me, right?"

"I didn't do it to help you, I did it to revitalize the demon race..."

"Then why didn't you directly 'plunder' me before? As a demon, that level of action should be normal, right?"

"...Th-that's because—"

Fillo was caught off guard by this sudden counter-question.

"I know, Fillo is different from others..."

She gently embraced Fillo with her female body.

"Only you... only you know the real me."

There isn't much difference between demons and humans,

At least in terms of body temperature, they're similar.

Feeling the body heat transmitted from her, Fillo thought absent-mindedly.

"Why won't you let me take back the demon power from your body?! It would be much more convenient for you too, wouldn't it? You're the heir to this country... If you don't remain a man, what about your right of succession to the throne??"

"I've wanted to get rid of that troublesome thing for a long time."

Since childhood, Michel had grown up under the expectations of adults.

'Becoming an excellent heir to the kingdom' became her entire reason for living.

But Michel didn't want that.

She could be the prince of Oz Kingdom, the second in line to succession, but she wasn't Michel.

She wanted to change, to be acknowledged, to gain new value.

"Moreover, this demon power is the connection between Fillo and me. I don't want to let it break so easily."

"...Stop saying such strange things!"

"I'm not saying anything strange! Miss Fillo, I like you, please be with me!!"

"...You've really gone mad."

Fillo struggled to break free from her embrace.

"I-I'm a demon! No matter how much we like each other... we can't possibly—"

She almost cried out these words.

There can be no future between demons and humans.

"—That's not true at all!"

Michel refuted forcefully.

"I'll definitely find a way with the demon side. Apart from starting a war, we have many ways to achieve mutual benefits. In this world, there is no absolute opposition! Even between humans and demons! Moreover... Whether I'm a man or a woman, human or demon, it doesn't stop me from liking you!"

"...You've really gone mad."

Fillo pounded on her shoulder with a red face, but just couldn't break free from her.

No, perhaps she never wanted to break free in the first place.

"This way, won't you become a trash prince who's broken off engagements twice? Which noble lady will be willing to engage with you in the future?!"

"That's right, so— Miss Fillo, please take responsibility and be with me!"

"You must be joking~~~~!!"

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"...Ah."

"What's wrong?"

On the way back,

"Nothing... just a 'Mission Complete' prompt box suddenly popped up..."

"The mission issued by the conquest system before was completed?"

"That's what it says..."

Yvonne checked the system prompt box in front of her, filled with confusion.

How could the conquest mission for the demon part be completed when she hadn't done anything yet?

Are there such good things in this world?

"What should we do next?"

"What we need to do now is, of course, find the other 'Silver Shoe'."

"—There's no need to look."

A familiar voice sounded behind the two.

The black-robed witch appeared abruptly behind them.

"Ah... Miss Witch?!"

Seeing this familiar figure, Yvonne was very excited.

"You've come to the capital too? When did you arrive, why didn't you tell us in advance—"

She was about to go forward to greet this old friend, but was stopped by Elsa beside her.

"...Evie, don't go over."

"What's wrong?"

Yvonne was somewhat confused.

Dorothea had taught Elsa magic before, so she thought the relationship between these two should be quite good.

Elsa couldn't explain clearly either.

She just felt that now, in front of her and Evie, under the shadow of that black robe, this person whose expression couldn't be clearly seen was emitting a dangerous aura.

"Should I say as expected of 'me'? You've done a beautiful job."

Under the black robe, the shimmering Silver Shoes were faintly visible, then she stopped in front of the two.

"This is... the Silver Shoes!"

Elsa was surprised to find that the Silver Shoes she had just been wearing were now on the other's feet.

And there were two of them!

"Haven't you realized yet? 'I' and 'you' are of the same origin... If the Silver Shoes recognize you as the owner, naturally I would have the corresponding qualifications."

And there were two of them.

"Who exactly are you..."

Remembering what King Oz had said, Elsa felt her hair stand on end, with a bad premonition in her heart.

It was precisely because they were the same person that she could understand what the person in front of her wanted to do.

If...

If the Evie from another world really had an accident due to some changes.

Then what would this person do? Or rather... what would she herself do?

Even if it was an impossible task.

Even if there was only a glimmer of hope.

She absolutely... wouldn't give up.

Searching for answers in endless cycles, searching for an exit, searching for a way to save her—

If so, the answer was already very obvious.

Elsa's heart was now filled with endless regret.

Why couldn't she realize it from the beginning?

The reason she appeared around the two of them, her reason for helping herself and Yvonne,

It was all for—

"I thought you wouldn't be able to complete it at this time point... but you've far exceeded my expectations."

The black-robed witch snapped her fingers crisply.

—「System Change」—

"!!"

The witch lightly tapped her heel three times, and the system frame that had been floating in front of them disappeared as if the signal had been lost.

Then, Yvonne felt her body become empty, collapsing softly into the arms of the black-robed witch who suddenly appeared behind her.

"Evie!!"

Elsa wanted to rush to her side, but found herself getting further and further away from them under the manipulation of unknown laws.

The surrounding scenery also began to change, and they seemed to have arrived in a distorted alternate space.

"...Dorothea, what exactly have you done?!"

Elsa looked up and questioned.

"This 'system' originally belonged to me, now I'm just taking it back... Is there any problem?"

After answering Elsa's question, she smiled and hugged Yvonne, her feet leaving the ground and floating in the air, her face showing an almost obsessive expression.

"It's really wonderful... You, who have already reached the conditions for clearing the game, are still continuously creating new 'stories'... If I have you, this world will continue to turn—"

"What exactly... do you want to do?"

Yvonne asked through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible.

"All conditions have been met, I'm going to proceed with the 'rollback'."

—Rollback.

As a player, Yvonne of course knew what these two words meant.

"...Can such a thing be done?"

"Of course, I am a witch after all."

She smiled, her expression as if making a usual joke.

"You must be joking—"

Yvonne used her last strength to resist the witch.

"—I absolutely won't let you do this!!"

"Why don't you understand? I am 'Elsa' too!"

Yvonne shook her head vigorously.

"You're not her, and she won't be you! After experiencing different stories, you've long become different people!!"

"No, we are the same!! We are the same person!!"

The usually calm witch's face began to distort.

"—The parameters are the same, even the system data is identical, we can be perfectly backward compatible— This is the best evidence!!"

"So what— You're not my 'Elsa'!! Similarly, I'm not your 'Evie'— You understand this too, that's why you haven't made a move against me all this time, right? Stop deceiving yourself—"

"—Then what do you want me to do?!"

The witch wearing the Silver Shoes floated in mid-air, letting out a hysterical roar.

"...I'm sorry."

The hood slipped off, revealing a face identical to hers with a sorrowful expression, making Yvonne's heart tighten.

"I... have no way back anymore."