“Well then Misha.”
I turn round by the altar and Misha walks over to me.
“Are you going to tell me?”
She quietly watches me.
Misha falls into her usual deadpan silence when I say that.
“……..Want to know……?”
“Because you’re my friend.”
Misha looks down slightly.
“You don’t want to say?”
Misha shakes her head.
“Want to say.”
“You change your mind?”
*Kokuri* Misha nods.
“……..Arnos is my friend. Is kind…..”
Misha looked at me with her usual eyes devoid of feelings.
“……..At midnight on my 15th birthday, I’ll disappear……..”
She delivered her confession in an indifferent tone.
“This related to you being a magic doll?”
It’s not a particularly surprising story from a technique like this.
“Magic doll is not correct.”
Was it a metaphor then?
“Misha Necron does not exist.”
Fumu. I see. Was it such a thing?
I can see most of the circumstances now going by what I’ve heard so far.
“In other words, you are originally Sasha?”
When I said it Misha blinked at me in surprise.
“…….How can you know that…….?”
“It’s almost impossible to cancel any contract made by Contract <Zekt> unless the difference in magic power is enormous. Yours and Sasha’s magic power levels are very similar yet she cancelled the contract.”
One of the few methods did come to mind.
“However, if you and Sasha are the same person then only one of you needs to cancel it since in effect you signed the contract with just one person.”
“……Arnos is smart…….”
It’s not something worthy of being praised. I guess the people of this time don’t know that there is magic to split a person into two people.
“It’s similar to a magic called Soul Fission <Dielga>. The body and soul are divided but they gradually return to their single original form.”
“I’m a simulated personality created by magic. I don’t originally exist. I’ll return to Sasha on my 15th birthday. That’s why that girl called me a magic doll.”
Because she’s a temporary life she’s a magic doll huh?
That explains the same magic power and why Misha is in white clothes despite the fact she has the same blood. They always knew she’d disappear.
“Is this the work of Aivis Necron?”
Misha is surprised again.
Looks like I’m right.
“Soul Fission <Dielga> is not a simple magic. In this age, it has really limited use. Also, the success rate dramatically drops if it’s not cast on a fetus. You carry Aivis’ blood. It’s not a big leap to suspect him.”
And he has a reason.
“<Dielga> and fusion magic together have a purpose. Fusion magic can fuse together two magics but it has a flaw due to it’s limited fusion time.”
Even the fusion magic I improved still has a limited duration.
“However, it’s a different story if you originally divide one thing into two. Using the power of Misha and Sasha who will return to one person Aivis came up with a way of eliminating the duration defect of fusion magic.”
Use <Dielga> to divide then use fusion magic to amplify the magic power. The original magic power will increase many tens if not hundreds of times and because it was originally the same thing it will permanently fuse together and never separate again.
I must admit even I find it quite an absurd thing to do. The complexity of the method, the difficulty of the magic and the risk to Sasha are all enormous.
Even if she survived the fusion could her body withstand the power? Even if it did, would her mind survive?
Well, even if Aivis is rotting he’s still a mazoku I produced directly. It will probably be fine.
“There are other possibilities I thought about but how’d I do?”
Misha nods. Guess I was right after all.
“Separation Fusion Reincarnation <Dino Jikusess>”
“That the magic cast on Sasha?”
Misha nods again.
It’s a magic made by combining fusion magic and <Dielga>. It must have been developed to produce a stronger mazoku. This is probably the reason that he started studying fusion magic.
“That’s why you said we can’t meet on your birthday.”
“Why are you apologising?”
“…..I was silent……”
“Don’t worry about it. When you want to say something you should just say it.”
Misha looked down and muttered.
“I wanted to spend the time normally.” She says while raising her gaze to meet mine before continuing.
“Since I was born my fate was decided. I’ll disappear and only Sasha will remain. Even so, those 15 years would be pretty good I thought.”
Even compared to the short lives of humans her life is too short. For mazoku it’s a life so short it will be an instant.
“With only that much time I wanted memories but no mazoku would talk to me. Half a Necron. I’m not supposed to exist. Even in the school, it was the same.”
Fumu. Certainly, I’ve never seen Misha talking to another mazoku. Even Emilia will only do businesslike exchanges.
“I thought so.”
Misha’s eyes are strong and stare straight at me.
“Arnos spoke to me and became my friend. You took me to your house and your parents happily spoke to me.”
It was trivial but Misha cherishes those memories so much.
“A miracle happened in my life.”
A girl I spoke to on a whim considers it a miracle. What kind of past have you walked until now? It’s easy to imagine.
This age is certainly peaceful but it’s still not without tragedies.
Misha calls me.
“Thank you for calling my name. I was happy.”
The thing I wanted to say tomorrow has arrived. I gently place my hand on the head of Misha who’s saying such a silly thing.
“Are you happy? Are you really satisfied?”
“I’m not afraid because I never existed from the beginning.”
Yare yare. This is quite the problem.
“You are here and you are my first friend. You didn’t think I was going to let my friend die did you?”
Misha’s eyes rounded but she immediately shook her head.
“……Impossible even for Arnos…… I do not exist from the beginning. I’m only returning to the original. I’m not dying, I’m disappearing. I cannot revive.”
Resurrection <Ingaru>. If the soul survives the death then by looking into the abyss at the origin of the soul they can be revived, however, the origin of Misha is Sasha. After Misha disappears, even if I use <Ingaru> the origin of Misha which is the source of the resurrection won’t exist anywhere.
“A body and soul cannot remain divided forever.”
Originally one thing divided into two by magic. The time limit is 15 years. After 15 years the body and soul that is not restored cannot continue living.
To begin with, the state of division between Misha and Sasha is unnatural. Magic can temporarily cause unnatural things to exist and can also restore unnatural things.
That being said magic cannot indefinitely maintain artificial things caused by magic.
If it does maintain it then a distortion will inevitably form somewhere.
“Because Arnos is kind.”
I don’t understand at all.
“Kind words are good and all but just those won’t save you.”
Misha shakes her head.
“I was truly saved by you so it’s alright now.”
What do you mean its alright?
While thinking Misha reached up and patted my head.
Another action I don’t understand.
“What are you going to do?”
“Are you sad?”
“Sad? This me?”
The sad one should be Misha.
“Do you regret becoming friends with me?”
“Why would you ask that?”
Misha kept quiet for a moment the spoke.
“….Misha Necron does not exist…..”
She says it in her usual indifferent tone. Because she will disappear she’s worried about me making friends with someone who will disappear.
Stupid. This complete idiot.
I grabbed her slender body and pulled her to me hugging her strongly.
“There are two things that I don’t know.”
Strongly. Strongly. I hug Misha.
I will tell you that you are here.
“Regret and impossibility.”
While being hugged by me Misha turns her cold eyes to me.
“I told you. I am the founder, the Demon King. I will grant your wish.”
Even with her usual deadpan expression Misha seems puzzled.
“I want to reconcile.”
She must mean Sasha.
“That is my wish.”
Is that what she wants in her last few hours?
She still doesn’t believe I’m the founder.
I won’t let my words become lies.
“Don’t worry. I told you I don’t know what impossible is.”
I release Misha.
I began walking towards the large door out of the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To where Sasha is. I’ll make sure you make up.”
When I laughed Misha smiled happily.
“Misha. Will you make me one promise?”
Misha looks at me.
“You must keep thinking that there is a tomorrow right up to the last moment.”
She remains silent.
“Do you want to spend the time normally?”
Misha nodded at my words.
“Alright. Let’s go and quickly catch Sasha.”
We start heading back the way we came.
I stare ahead and the sound of Misha’s steps follow me.
There’s nothing to be scared about she said. Because she doesn’t exist.
Is that really so?
She may have just given up and accepted it.
Take a good look Misha.
I am Arnos Voldigod.