20 Ten. That day's thoughts disappear to the other side.

Name：My Lover Was Stolen, And I Was Kicked Out Of The Hero's Party, But I Awakened To The EX Skill “Fixed Damage” And Became Invincible. Now, Let's Begin Some Revenge Author：六志麻あさ
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"Don't worry, Irina. I will not kill you. Except..."

I was crushed limbs and looked down at Irina getting a bitter squeal.

"There are two conditions. The first is to confess what you brave parties have done."

"Confession...?

Irina whispers her eyebrows.

"Describe in detail what happened two years ago and save it with voice magic. I'll spread it all over the world."

"Well, that's..."

Irina blued.

"Is that what monastic high-ranking magic has? With as much power as you have, you should be able to save it as a nonreplicable phonetic magic. It's proof that you spoke for yourself."

I looked to Irina.

"If you don't do it, I'll kill you. All right?"

"Yes..."

She has no choice.

If we confess our sins to the rest of the world - some may or may not believe - Irina's credibility will be lost.

─ ─ Irina recorded her confession of sin with voice magic, as I ordered, and sealed it in a small treasure ball (orb).

"Doh, go ahead..."

On the side of the crawling Irina, a treasure ball is placed.

"Shea, take it"

"Yes, Master Chrome"

Shea picks up the treasure balls and makes me nostalgic.

Let's just say that this will eventually flow all over the world at the right time.

"Second condition, then."

And this is where it comes from.

Vengeance, to complete.

"Be under my command."

"What...?

Irina with a pocan face.

"I can [subordinate] the subject. To put it bluntly, it's my subordination, a presence that has given me part of my power."

Conditions around here and the skills that can be granted were examined in advance.

For use in finishing revenge on Irina.

"I, besides...?

"Serving a once betrayed lover as a subordinate-- humiliating, isn't it, Irina? This is my revenge."

"Wow, I get it. I serve Chromium."

Irina blushes her lips and nods.

I can tell by the look on your face.

"What, is this the extent of your revenge?

I guess I mock you inside.

"Something Cheap If Your Life Will Save You"

"I'll lower your head as much as you want"

"If you're going to offend me, as much as you want,"

You seem to hear such a voice in your heart.

But... I was laughing inside again, too.

You thought my revenge would be enough, Irina?

"Make this woman my [subordinate]. Are you off the subject of [fixed damage]?

I'll check with [Darkness] today.

'Exactly. While you are [subordinate] Irina, [fixed damage] will not hurt her. Nor can [subordinates] harm you'

Answer [Darkness].

"Then, as I just said, make Irina my [subordinate]"

"Confirm the will of the operator. I certify Irina Varim as a [subordinate] of the operator '

At the same time, a pale glow lit Irina's forehead.

A black and purple pattern floats there.

It's like a hauntingly designed shape of a heart.

"Now you're my [subordinate]. Afterwards, pledge your loyalty."

"Yes, Chromium--no, you should call me Master Chromium. Excuse me."

Irina says respectfully.

As I crawled, I lowered my head and rubbed my forehead against the ground.

"I beg your pardon. With your orders, you can accomplish anything."

She's in good shape.

"Then let's empower my men"

I told him quietly.

"It would be inconvenient to keep your hands and feet crushed. I'll make sure you move freely."

…… Oh, thank you. "

Irina with her face up.

The look shines.

I chewed up the satisfaction.

Drop the hope you once gave to despair in the next moment.

Well, have fun.

"Come on, take it-- [Subordinate] Irina."

[Darkness] selected skills that could be imparted from among and imparted to her.

The name of the skill is...

[Warcrafting],.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh... oh, heh, heh...!?"

Irina exclaimed.

A crushed hand, his leg, creepingly swelled up and became an insect-like bare leg.

White, smooth skin is covered in armor-like crust.

The beautiful face becomes full of wrinkles and turns into a ghostly look with an expression that is neither angry nor sad.

"No... what, this... no...!

Irina kept screaming despair.

There should be no pain.

You just have to be feeling the fear and disgust that your body is replacing with something other than yourself and turning into that of an ugly warcraft.

The beautiful and clear Virgin disappears from this world.

All that remains is a bloodthirsty little bucket.

Skill effects keep her looking like a warcraft until she dies.

"This is your end, Irina."

I stared at the [subordinate] warcraft.

"At the very least, she seems to be the Virgin, and I command you to dedicate yourself to the cause of mankind until you die... to hunt for the remnants of the Demon King's Army."

"Gi, okay, no, no, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

The Warcraft, who was a former Irina, barked.

Her consciousness as a human being remains intact.

But you can't speak people's language, and you can't disobey my orders.

Irina's, her life as a human is over.

From now on, we will continue to fight the remnants of the Demon King's Army.

Keep the order I gave you until your life runs out.

He's low on offense, but he wouldn't die easily because he set it to an unusually high type of Warcraft only for regeneration.

Soldiers of the Demon King's Army hurt me, and while I continue to taste the pain, I do not die.

You keep fighting, Irina.

In the appearance of a miserable warcraft, while retaining reason as a person - crying in despair.