“Director Ellen, you’ve returned.”
The Wizard stationed at DEM Corporation headquarters spoke with deference.
“Mm!”
Ellen nodded in response.
“Director Ellen, something seems off about you. Did something go wrong during your battle with the Spirit?”
The Wizard appeared to notice Ellen’s unusual demeanor.
“It’s nothing, don’t concern yourself with it!” Ellen’s pink eyes glinted. “Or perhaps you wish to challenge the strongest Wizard?”
“I wouldn’t dare, I spoke out of turn!”
The Wizard hastily admitted their mistake.
“Good.” Ellen lifted her head, preparing to enter.
“Oh, right, where is Isaac now?”
As if remembering something, Ellen turned and asked the Wizard.
“The President seems to be hiding in the private underground shelter with the board members. Shall I inform him?”
“No need. I’ll go find Isaac myself. Just stay here and don’t say a word.”
“Understood.”
The Wizard remained in place, while Ellen quietly made her way to a secluded spot.
“Ara ara, you’ve certainly had a tough time, Miss Ellen.”
A girl’s soft chuckle emanated from within Ellen’s shadow.
“Kurumi, you should indeed thank Ellen, but you don’t actually think Ellen’s consciousness is controlling this body, do you?”
Ellen said, running a hand through her pale golden hair.
“Ara ara, so it’s Miss Qianye I should be thanking!”
Kurumi’s captivating figure slowly emerged from the shadows as she spoke.
That’s right. It wasn’t Ellen’s own consciousness controlling this body, but mine—the consciousness of Phantom Qianye.
Indeed, I had turned Ellen into my familiar, possessing a greater degree of control over her body than she herself did. Thus, I could use her body to help Kurumi and me infiltrate DEM Corporation.
This was the first step in our plan.
The next target was the main boss of Date A Live—Westcott.
As a transmigrator, possessing the advantage of foreknowledge of the plot, it was naturally impossible to ignore such a hidden danger.
However, Westcott was not the only danger in the storyline; Mio Takamiya, the love-crazed yandere, was also a huge problem for the future.
And yet, Westcott in his Demon King form was the only combatant capable of matching Mio Takamiya.
Furthermore, he was a key figure in creating conflicts and driving the plot forward, even the sole antagonist.
Therefore, I ultimately decided to transform him into a familiar as well.
To deceive everyone, I used cognitive interference to create the illusion for the other observing Wizards that Ellen had successfully repelled the Spirit, which then fled in a panic. ‘The taunts Ellen heard were all created by me using an Angel, intended to weaken her will and accelerate her downfall.’
Then, using Ellen’s identity, I ascertained Westcott’s location and brought Kurumi inside.
“Kurumi, everything is ready now; all that remains is the final action.”
“Naturally!” Kurumi displayed a captivating smile.
“Now then, let’s begin our operation!”
****
“Westcott, was that Ellen Mathers you sent out?”
Inside DEM Corporation’s luxurious underground shelter, reserved for the privileged, Director Dowmack forcefully slammed his fist on the table before him, causing the wine glass atop it to sway.
“I sent her to capture a Spirit. Is there a problem with that, Director Dowmack?”
Westcott sat calmly on the sofa, gazing at Dowmack with a look of pure delight.
“What do you mean, ‘no problem’? Ellen is our strongest Wizard here. You don’t seriously think those trash outside can withstand a Spirit’s attack, do you?”
“And so? If the Spirit is captured, then won’t this problem simply disappear?”
“Easier said than done. Aside from ‘Material A,’ which you privately captured, which other Spirit has been successfully captured?”
Dowmack lightly tapped his own table.
“Moreover, what significance does capturing Spirits have for the company’s development? Only with the existence of Spirits can Spacequakes occur, and only with Spacequakes will there be an endless market for our Realizer devices.”
“You only care about your own amusement, completely disregarding the company’s growth. I believe a motion for impeachment should be brought against you at the next board meeting.”
“No problem. That is your right.”
Westcott smiled pleasantly. He knew this vigorous and ambitious director was full of ambition, but that was precisely what delighted him.
“Isaac, I’m back!”
A pleasant female voice emanated from the shelter’s entrance. Ellen’s figure appeared at the shelter’s doorway, though no one knew exactly when. It seemed the Wizard guarding the door had respectfully allowed her to enter.
“Ellen, you weren’t able to bring the Spirit back. It appears the Spirit capture mission failed!”
Westcott maintained his pleasant smile. As a pervert who found joy in death and suffering, even his own failures brought him delight.
“No, no, no, Isaac, you’re only half right.” Ellen shook her head, her golden ponytail swaying.
“I didn’t succeed in capturing the Spirit, but… I did ensure the Spirit was brought here.”
“Hehehehe… hehehehe… Ah hahahahaha!”
No sooner had Ellen’s words faded than the sound of a girl’s deranged laughter suddenly echoed from all around, and simultaneously, the entire space plunged into darkness.
“What is this? Why has my body become so heavy?”
Dowmack slumped over the table, finding it incredibly difficult to even move a finger.
“Westcott, Mathers, what are you doing?”
“Hehehehe, it has nothing to do with them. This is ‘our’ doing.”
The seductive laughter of a girl emanated from the shadows, as one after another, girls with identical appearances emerged within the shelter.
“Nightmares? How is this possible?”
Dowmack stared in terror at the girls before him, uttering, trembling.
In contrast, Westcott remained unusually calm despite the situation.
“Nightmares, and the unknown Spirit manipulating Ellen’s body. Your plan is truly perfect!”
“I don’t think this plan is all that perfect. I suppose it’s just that your ‘daddy’ author isn’t spoiling you anymore.”
‘Ellen’s’ pink eyes glinted with an eerie light.
“Furthermore, as for the codename you assigned me, you can call me Succubus.”