The greatest
"I sent your men outside."
The dark-blond-haired young woman with thick fringe covering her eyes approached the worn-out, weasely man sitting on a sofa and spoke up in a soft voice while leaning down to rub his back with one hand.
"Ugh… Thank's Bibi… That new stuff… it definitely makes my magic stronger. I can feel it. But… fuck… it… it fucks me up too… I… I can barely feel my limbs…"
The weasely man groaned and leaned limply to the side as if the slight touch was enough to push him over.
"You work so hard. You will be the greatest spellcaster. There is no doubt about it!"
"...fhuck… Bibi…I lof yhou sho much…"
The young woman stepped closer, moving her hand from the man's back to his head and caressing his hair, which made him let out something akin to a moan as even his mouth was going numb.
"...!"
"Whatsh ish it…?"
Suddenly, Bianca flinched and straightened her back, making the weasely man ask in a weak but worried voice.
"Shh… incoming communication spell."
"...!"
The young woman silenced him, placing her index finger on his mouth, and then…
"Hmm? Good. Well done. Such a good girl you are~ Yes, you are~"
"!?!?"
The voice that came out of Bianca's mouth was completely wrong! The high-pitched going into annoying shrill was no more, and instead, the amused voice of a man replaced it, causing the weasely man to jolt in shock…
…only to realize in horror that he couldn't properly move or even speak anymore…!
"Sure. If you're done over there, then I'm about to be done over here. Tell him I'll come by tomorrow."
The supposed Bianca continued speaking in a foreign male voice, using a voice reserved for addressing small children or cute animals. This added to the surreal and creepy atmosphere, causing the weasely man to start believing he must be in a delirious nightmare caused by the magic-developing stimulants.
Definitely.
What he was seeing simply couldn't be real after all.
Simply couldn't…!
"Oh, that's right. Ask him if Rolph and Aithne got adopted already or not… No? Good."
The nightmare Bianca added, the smile the weasely man knew and loved so much nowhere to be seen on her stoic, stone-mask-like face.
"That's because I'm going to take them in, of course~ And not just them~"
She added, with the same kind of indifference, making the disparity between her normal and current behavior simply horrifying.
"Wait for me to come back. I will explain things while rewarding you when I get back. Continue being a good girl and make sure to keep my Zorivia safe…"
The nightmare Bianca said, reaching to her head, grabbing her dark-blond hair, and…
"!?!?"
Taking the wig off, revealing short black hair slicked back under a hairnet - the sight of what made the weasely man's eyes bulge out in disbelief.
The removal of the wig uncovered her eyes, and the weasely man felt chills running down his spine.
Those weren't his Bianca's almond-shaped eyes plastered in slutty makeup.
They were the cold eyes of a demon whose only pleasure came from tormenting and causing suffering to humanity!
"~!"
"!?!?"
The nightmare Bianca glanced over at the weasely man, and upon spotting his face contorted in terror, her own face bloomed into the most beautiful smile…
The only problem was her eyes that left no doubt at all.
The nightmare was basking in the torment it caused.
Said nightmare didn't lost itself in the moment, though, and casually moved through the room where it finally opened one of the drawers and took out another set of clothes coupled with a light-brown wig of medium length.
It then proceeded to change out of Bianca's clothes, all in the weasely man's peripheral vision.
Beneath the layers of fabric laid a human body but one bound by countless thin ropes and wide tapes, forcing the flesh into the desired shape. Upon removing the fake breasts came the time for the ropes and the tapes sticky with a strong adhesive.
The nightmare removed them all in absolute silence, not even a single noise or even a grunt left its mouth.
"!!!"
For a moment, some massive appendage flicked in and out of sight as the nightmare moved its waist but it got quickly covered by new clothes.
After changing but before putting on a new wig, the nightmare walked back to the numb man and even leaned down just to properly be in his field of vision.
Presenting itself with the male frame donning male clothes and the face of his beloved Bianca.
Then, it revealed a damp cloth and, while still completely silent, it moved it up and rubbed it against half of its face…
"...!?"
Causing the weasely man to tremble as the deception of makeup was washed off, exposing half the face of the man hiding beneath the cosmetics.
As if satisfied with that reaction, the nightmare finished taking off the makeup and tossed the cloth at the weasely man's feet before putting up and styling the new wig and moving behind the sofa, towards the large chest with Bianca's clothes…
"...?"
The weasely man couldn't move, but he did hear the sounds of the nightmare opening and rummaging through it, then a soft thump, that finally changed into the sound of something being dragged.
And the nightmare returned, moving casually with a needful of dark-blond hair in hand…
…hair that was still attached to the body of the real Bianca.
A dark-blond-haired girl with wide-open glossy eyes with dilated pupils, bleeding out of her nose, drooling, and completely out of it.
"Yhou…!"
The weasely man jolted up and attempted to roar but only managed a pained groan, only able to twitch instead of get to his beloved, who couldn't even feel being dragged across the room by her hair.
"Fhuckeeeeer…!"
*thump*
Suddenly, the weasely man bared his teeth and growled, forcing his limbs to move by the sheer power of will, dragging himself off the sofa and starting to crawl towards the nightmare that captured his beloved.
"...oh… such a shame… you would be so fun to torture…"
"...!?"
But then, to his shock and terror, the nightmare spoke up, expressing his great disappointment.
*thump*
"Yhou…!"
The nightmare dropped the young woman, and her head smacked against the floor, causing the weasely man to growl, but that was basically all that he could do.
The next moment, the nightmare grabbed and tossed him back onto the sofa before doing the same to Bianca.
"Your wish will come true. You will be remembered as the strongest spellcaster~"
"?!?!"
After placing Bianca's head on the weasely man's lap, the nightmare had the audacity to lean in close, showing off an odd ivory-colored coin the size of a bottle cap, and whisper to his victim's ear in Bianca's voice!
"???"
But then… the nightmare simply left…
The weasly man was confused to no end… he was still alive. His beloved Bianca, although completely out of it, was breathing steadily, and despite her open eyes, it seemed as if she was merely sleeping.
Was that… it?
Was it over?
Maybe… maybe it actually was just a…
*crack*
*WHOOOOOOOOO-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
But within the next heartbeat, the sound of a magic pellet being crushed filled the air that turned into a blazing inferno immolating all within its reach, swallowing the room, erupting from every window and door of the building, and blowing up the roof as the pillar of howling flames reached towards the heavens turning the middle of the night into a hellscape.
"HOLY FUCK! G-get help! Boss's magic fucked up! GET EVERYONE YOU CAN TO HELP! WHERE'S THE WELL!? DOES ANYONE HAVE WATER OR ICE PELLETS!?"
Some of the thugs guarding the building were immolated with it, but from amongst the few lucky ones, one raised and shouted urgently.
"...! G-Greg…! M-Miss Bianca was with Boss…!"
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE THEN! MOVE!"
A light-brown-haired young man gasped, causing the thug taking the charge to roar at him, pointing at the burning building.