“So, how do you plan to deal with them?”
Kurumi asked, her gun still pointed at the group of DEM executives.
‘Well, if I recall correctly, they…’
I meticulously sifted through my memories of these DEM executives’ roles in the original story. As far as the main plot went, their only significant act was voting to remove Westcott, which resulted in Ellen severing one of their arms.
Beyond that, they attempted to drop a satellite on Tengu City, hoping to eliminate Westcott, only to be thwarted by Shido and the Spirits.
Their involvement ended there.
At most, I could recall the side story where they used Artemisia’s brain data to create five Realizers, thus kickstarting the *Date A Live* narrative.
In essence, they were a group devoid of both competence and conscience, skilled only in infighting. Eliminating them would have no bearing on the main plot.
It might affect the strategy for Natsumi, but that was a concern far in the future.
Perhaps another crisis would arise to assist with that.
After a lengthy period of contemplation, I finally turned to Kurumi.
“San-san, you’ve expended quite a bit of time during the battle, haven’t you? Why don’t you replenish it with them?”
“Hehehehehehe, I’ve been wanting to do this for ages!”
Kurumi let out a delighted laugh, her tongue darting across her vivid red lips.
From the surrounding shadows, countless pallid arms abruptly emerged.
They seized the high-ranking, influential figures—those who could sway even nations like Japan—and dragged them into the engulfing darkness.
“No, no, no…!”
The powerful elites shrieked in terror, but their cries were futile. I hadn’t even memorized their names before they vanished into the shadows.
“Phew, that was truly delicious!”
Kurumi stroked her stomach as if she had just enjoyed a satisfying meal, her left eye’s clock still spinning rapidly counter-clockwise—a clear sign that she was replenishing her time.
“However, you truly are a pervert, Westcott!”
My gaze fell upon the only human remaining in the shelter: Isaac Ray Peram Westcott, the primary antagonist of *Date A Live*.
Currently, he was watching the spot where the directors had vanished, a look of utter delight on his face, as if their demise brought him immense satisfaction.
“To find pleasure in death and suffering—what a truly perverse taste.”
“Ah ha ha ha, there’s nothing for it! That’s just the kind of person I am.”
Westcott cackled maniacally.
“So then? How do the Succubus and Nightmare intend to deal with me? You’ve killed all the DEM directors, yet you’ve left me alive. I presume I still have some use to you!”
“That’s certainly true!” Kurumi declared, pointing her handgun at Westcott’s head. “I want to know: where is the Second Spirit?”
“The Second Spirit?” Westcott instantly understood.
“You want material A, do you? How unfortunate for you, I won’t tell you a thing!”
“Then I’ll slowly torture you until I extract the Second Spirit’s whereabouts.”
Kurumi’s handgun moved a fraction closer, menacing Westcott.
“Regrettably, as the Succubus has observed, I am a pervert who finds pleasure in death and suffering—even if it is my own pain.”
Westcott’s expression twisted even further.
“Furthermore, even if I were to die, you wouldn’t learn the Second Spirit’s location, and my experiments on the Second Spirit would still proceed.”
“Is that so?” I stepped forward. “San-san, in that case, allow me to try.”
“So, what do you intend to do?”
“Nothing much. Just trying out a method I originally intended to test on you.”
As I spoke, I extended a slender finger into my mouth.
“Mmm-hmm~❤️ *Chu~ Ha!*”
With my finger, I extracted a pink, heart-shaped crystal from my mouth.
It was a fragment of a Spirit Crystal, forged from my own spiritual power. I then placed it upon Westcott.
“Ugh… Aaaaaah!”
Westcott’s face contorted with an expression that was both agonizing and ecstatic.
The Spirit Crystal fragment slowly dissolved, transforming into pure spiritual power that seeped into his body.
A crest identical to Ellen’s also appeared on his lower abdomen.
Yet, that wasn’t all. Westcott’s body was undergoing further transformation.
His once sharp, chiseled features softened, and his neat, silver-grey short hair began to lengthen. Even his stature started to shrink.
“I see, so both body and mind are completely reshaped?”
Westcott seemed to be simultaneously in agony and enjoying the change.
“What a truly marvelous ability!”
Now it was my turn to be bewildered. There had been no such reaction when I used this on Ellen previously.
[Oh dear, my sweet daughter, did you just use the Vassalization skill on a male creature?]
Celia, after a long absence, sent me another message.
“Is that not allowed?” I asked.
[It’s not that it’s forbidden. It’s just that the Vassalization process transforms the target into a lesser succubus. Generally, it’s quite successful with female creatures, but male creatures are a different story.]
Celia’s voice echoed in my mind, explaining the intricacies.
[If it’s a male creature, it must first undergo a gender transformation process before Vassalization can succeed.]
“Hmm? Are there no male succubi, then?”
[How could there be male succubi? However, males possessing succubus abilities do exist.]
“Oh!”
I finally understood what was happening.
“So, that means Westcott is currently turning into a beautiful girl!”
[Yes, your ability is remodeling his body, transforming him into a female. To put it in more scientific terms, it’s deleting the Y chromosome that determines male characteristics.]
[However, the Vassalization ritual cannot conjure an X chromosome out of thin air, so it needs to be supplemented from an external source.]
“Supplemented from an external source? Isn’t there one right here?”
I glanced down at Ellen’s body, which I currently occupied, and a mischievous idea sparked in my mind.
Thus, after a series of ‘scientific’ (or rather, magical) operations, Westcott was transformed into a blonde loli.
Why blonde? Because Ellen’s genes were used, and following the anime trope of hair color inheriting from the mother, the hair color matched Ellen’s.
In other words, Ellen was now the biological mother of the current “Westcott.”
This was precisely why I found it so delightfully perverse.
“Qianye-miss, you truly are…”
Kurumi started to say something, but, unable to find the right words, she chose to remain silent.
“San-san, there’s no need to fuss over such details!” I waved my hand, signaling Kurumi to disregard it.
“What’s important is to give this little loli a new name first. Let me think. Didn’t Ellen call him Ike? Ai… I’ve got it! I’ve decided to name her Aili!”
Thus, I named her after Saber’s child form.
“Aili-chan, do you understand?”
“Understood, Master!”
Aili Westcott sat slumped amidst the folds of a black suit, her eyes, now pink hearts, gazing fixedly at her new master.