Only Villains Do That 1.5 In Which the Dark Lord's Home is His Castle

1.5 In Which the Dark Lord's Ho is His Castle

Ive heard that burning to death is the most painful way to go. The way Harold scread made believe it.

I felt frozen, suddenly sick at what Id done as the man dissolved into fla. It was as if an inferno had erupted in the core of his body, and every inch of him was either crisped completely black or venting concentrated fire. Skin charred, cracked, poured smoke and little flickers; every hole in his head blazed orange and I swear I could see the mont his eyeballs boiled away. It was the most horrific spectacle I had ever beheld, and the fact that I had done this to another living person left utterly paralyzed with the shock of it.

The sound of his sword clattering to the floor was lost in the noise of Harolds screams as he himself buckled to his knees; I tried to back away, but was already pressed against the ramparts and any further movent threatened to tip over.

And thenit receded. The flas faded, and to my amazent, everything charred on him regenerated right before my eyes. As the fire died, his skin smoothed out, eyes re-forming out of seemingly nothing. Even his hair grew back.

In the next mont we were left in silence, staring at each other in shock. It took a further second to grasp what had happened. It was still a healing spell, a powerful one, I had just added an extra component. And so, it had healed him. Fully.

With fire.

Harold, too, ca to an obvious realization: he was now alone on a rooftop with soone who could do that. Clumsily, he snatched up his fallen sword and tried to launch a wild swing at . Maybe the last several minutes of being chased around the fortress had prid survival instincts atrophied from a lifeti spent in a first world country, but despite my horror of a mont ago at this terrible spell Id created, I didnt hesitate for an instant.

Immolate!

What did you do to him!?

There was Kasser, yet again, standing in the doorway and looking a bit the worse for wear for his tumble down the staircase, and also utterly sick at the spectacle of Harold thrashing about and being burned from the inside out, again.

A strange calm had descended on . It was almost like the last mont before the combined spell had ford in my mind; I had the indefinable sense that things were slotting into place, as they should be.

Oh, him? I had to raise my voice a bit to be clear above Harolds anguished wailing, crouching to collect his sword from where hed dropped it again to step past him toward Kasser. Well, its a bit complicated to explain. Why dont I show you?

The noise Kasser made was just as wordless and primal, though his was a roar of pure rage as he charged , sword first.

This ti I just focused my mind, not bothering to vocalize it.

Immolate.

He burst into flas just as neatly as his companion, collapsing to his knees mid-lunge. It was amazing how quickly Id gotten over my shock and revulsion at inflicting this; it still wasnt fun to watch, but knowing the suffering was temporary and theyd in fact be even better than theyd started out once the healing effect finished working changed the equation for . Actually, a distant part of wondered, did that make it even worse? This was no combat spell; it was effectively just an implent of torture. What was the difference between doing this, and Virya doing it to ?

Of course, that question had an imdiate answer: Virya was torturing soone who posed no threat to her, purely for her own sick satisfaction. These guys had been trying to murder a minute ago, and had been very close to succeeding. I had exactly one ans of stopping them, sohere we were.

Collecting Kassers sword, too, I chucked it over the parapet. Funny, now that I looked closely; the swords were scimitars and clearly not made of tal. I might almost have taken it for black glass, except for the oddly organic pattern on the blades. Well, I decided to examine that later, just holding Harolds blade at my side for now.

Harold was in the fetal position by the ti his friend stopped burning; Kasser scuttled backward from , all his rage of the last several minutes gone in an expression of pure terror as he retreated to press his back against the battlents. They were fine, I knewphysically. But the looks on their faces They way it was them fleeing from , suddenly, in a reversal of our relationship up till now

Never mind shock or guilt over causing such pain. In that mont, with my enemies cowering at my feet, I was overco by such an all-encompassing sense of vindication that everything else faded away.

This was This was right. Those who opposed should be on the ground before , gibbering in terror and submission. I raised my head, staring down at fallen foes, and behind them I could see a thousand shades of every idiot Id ever t in Japan or California who deserved to be set on fire but was protected by the laws of a comfortable modern world. Every asshole who dared look down on as if I were less than them, from my stuffed shirt father to that sweaty jackass just this morning whod wanted his precious special edition but hadnt bothered to pre-order

And then suddenly I beca consciously aware of the direction my thoughts were taking, and it all vanished like a popped soap bubble, leaving sick with guilt. Maybe Virya hadnt been wrong to choose , after all

I backed up, eyes on them, sword ready to swingbut more realistically, since I knew nothing about hand to hand combat, prepared to cast another Immolate. Im pretty sure it was the latter prospect which kept them both glued to the battlents, as far from as they could physically get while I retreated to the door. Grabbing the latch, I stepped back through and pulled it shut behind .

This one also had a bar. I could see why, too: the bar and the brackets to hold it had been pounded into the walls and the door after its construction because the latch itself no longer shut properly, sothing having knocked out a chunk of the door fra where it should connect. Sohow I hadnt noticed this while fleeing through it in a panic and also trying to teach myself spell combination. I lowered the bar into place, trapping Kasser and Harold on the roof, took two steps to the side so they couldnt stab through the cracks if they found their courage again, and slumped backward against the wall.

My first mont on Ephera not spent fleeing for my life, and I already had so much to process I couldnt even get around to dealing with the reality of the fact that I was stranded on an alien planet full of dieval thugs. That last mont there on the tower was still ringing in my head. Despite what Virya had said, Ive never thought of myself as a bad person. Sure, I can be rude, Ill own that, but its just my way of coping with an unfair world. I tend to shoot my mouth off, but thats not a bad thing per se, just not socially acceptable in Japanese society; if anything it wouldve been an asset once I finally moved back to California. Aricans love snark, and you dont even have to have lived there to know it, just watch their movies. And yeah, more of my girlfriends than otherwise have called an asshole, but not until after the breakup, mostly, and you cant really expect a woman to be reasonable under circumstances like that.

This, though. Thatmalicious glee at inflicting such a brutal humbling on soone. I did not know I had that in , and I didnt care for the discovery. Its one thing to be a bit of a jerk sotis, thats not the sa as being a bad person. The kind of monster who can set soone on fire and then feel smug about it.

None of it ant anything, I told myself. Those fuckers had been trying to murder . Anyone would feel jubilant about putting them in their place! I wasnt by nature called to be so kind of Dark Lord, Virya had chosen at random. She had to have. It was the other guy, Shinono Yoshi, whose fault this was. The kid had practically stepped right out of a proper isekai: midway through his teens, the sort of vague good nature whod return a dropped phone even to the most insufferable girl in Tokyo, no evidence of any life goals or a personality, apparently no bonds tying him to life in Japan to judge by how fast he jumped at the opportunity to be whisked away to another world. Aside from being fatter than the average harem hero, he was practically the template. I was just so poor bastard whod been standing nearby when Sanora picked him, so Virya grabbed .

Although, that didnt explain why ti had frozen to apparently test us both. And, I guess from the outside, the different ways wed both reacted to the obnoxious gyarus dilemma mustve looked

Oh, wow. Looks like you got this sorted out, huh? Figured out the spell combination, then? Biribo saved from spiraling any further down that rabbit hole by returning with another scroll.

chanically, I held out a hand without answering him and he dropped the scroll into it. As soon as I moved my other hand toward it with the intent to unroll, the ribbon broke. So they responded to intention? Neat. I felt strangely abstract as I opened the scroll, activating the magic and absorbing the word, feeling the spell take shape in my mind:

Summon Sli.

I breathed in and then back out, slowly. A few minutes ago, this would have made very angry. Right now, I was just too tired.

Biribo?

Boss?

Is there any chance that on Ephera, slis are huge, fearso monsters befitting the demonic armies of the Dark Lord?

He flicked out his tongue, and I have the distinct impression his little lizard face was grinning at . Well, now that weve got the luxury of ti to experint, seems like theres a good way to find out!

Indeed. Summon Sli.

It popped into being on the floor by my feet, a gelatinous orb roughly the size of a honeydew lon. Mostly transparent with a pale blue hue, and no visible features; no eyes or obvious core the way you sotis see them depicted in manga. Or maybe not, I dont read that kind of manga as a rule. Justa blob.

As we both stared in silence, the sli extended a gooey pseudopod to probe at the wall next to it, then began oozing slowly across the floor.

Yeah, I said, hearing the weariness in my own voice, that seems about right. Welp, looks like Ive just conquered my first castle. Lets go see what were working with.

And where do these Blessings co from?

Oh, several possible sources. Most commonly a Spirit gives em as a reward for performing its task. So of the more veteran Blessed can get artifacts or spells that enable them to bestow Blessings on others, but thats really rare. Occasionally the goddesses will give one out directly to a chosen individual. Its also a pretty common reward for vanquishing the final boss of a dungeon, in the unlikely event soone whos not already Blessed manages to do that.

Every explanation only raised more questions. Spirits? Dungeons, final bosses? That bit in particular made my eyelid start to twitch and I focused my attention back on directing the burning sli to crawl back and forth across the floor. I could almost deal with being stuck with an impossible task on this weird-ass planet, but adding honest to god video ga chanics to the mix just seed insulting.

Andthree kinds, I repeated more slowly, compelling the fire sli to climb up a table leg. The stuff it was made fromakorshil, if I rembered the pronunciation rightshowed no ill effect from the heat and fla. It did resemble wood, at a glance, but was oddly pale and the grain had a different shape.

Far as most folks are concerned, two, Biribo said, flicking his tongue out at . The Blessing of Wisdom is so rare a lot of people dont even know it exists. Of the few who have it, most keep it a secret. That kind of advantage is maximized by nobody knowing youve got it.

And thats the one that gives you a familiar.

Your personal spy and advisor, thats the biggest benefit! Also gives you the ability to understand and speak any language. And later on, as you develop it, potentially so more exotic benefits.

That explained that; Id only noticed belatedly that Harold and Kasser had definitely not been yelling at or at themin Japanese. The local language was so intuitive Id just used it without even realizing the difference.

Hm. So its the other two Blessings that let you actively use magic.

Yup. The Blessing of Might allows you to use artifacts, pieces of equipnt which have magical effects, and the Blessing of Magicwell, thats the one youve been using already.

Right. Scrolls and spells. I wasnt about to admit it out loud but I appreciated how patient he was in his explanation; this was the second ti hed gone over it. I was deliberately disciplining myself not to chase tangents. It would take a while to understand everything about how this world worked, and for right now I was painfully aware that Kasser and Harold were just the lookouts posted to hold down the fort while the rest of the bandit gang was out raiding, or whatever bandits did. Theyd be back soon and I had better be on more solid footing by the ti they got here.

So, these artifactswhat kinds of things are they?

Oh, all kinds! Most commonly weapons, armor, clothing or jewelry. Each onell have a specific effect but theres way too many to describe. Like, a sword thatll cut through most anything or armor thatll protect from magic, those are pretty basic ones. Rarer artifacts can have really fancy powers!

Right. And where do I go about finding artifacts and more spells? After the sli one, there had been only two more scrolls in the pile the unfortunate peddler had unknowingly bequeathed to : Ta Beast and Spirit Bond. The first enabled to control the slis I could now summon. The second was useless so far, as its purpose was to share magical attributes between the caster and the target, and slis didnt have any of those. It might co in handy later, though, when I found more exotic monsters. So far, it seed the peddler had been carrying a basic monster-tar package of spells, plus Spark, Enamor, and Heal. Spark was a common enough survival spell, mostly used for campfires and lanterns and the like; Enamor was uncommon and of a morespecific sort of utility. Heal, my familiar insisted, was an incredibly rare and powerful spell which had no business being in the sa collection as the others.

Sa places you get the Blessings in the first place, mostly, Biribo answered. Thats the main reason Blessed tend to keep going off adventuring. Thats the kinda stuff you gotta do to get new spells and artifacts.

Okay. I made the fire sli crawl back down. They didnt move quickly and when I wasnt using Ta Beast to exert my will directly, they just sort of burbled around, like the glowing pink sli nearby was doing since I wasnt paying it any attention. So for most people, Blessings are mutually exclusive. You get one, and thats all you get.

Bingothats for everybody except the Hero and the Dark Lord. You two have all three Blessings, plus an extra gift from your patron goddess.

Right, spell combination Which Id already been practicing with while listening to Biribo talk. Combining Spark with Summon Sli resulted in a sli that was perpetually on fire; combining Heal with it summoned a bright pink sli which glowed like my Heal spell, and presumably had healing properties though I had refrained from injuring myself to test that. Hm. Any idea what extra power Yoshi got?

No tellin, boss. If hes smart, you wont find out until its too late.

As ominous as that phrasing was, Yoshi did not strike as the cunning type. I guess itd be asking way too much for Virya to give her champion a helping hand against the Hero, since shes kidnapped to this dieval shithole and all

I turned my attention back to experinting with spell combination. I had the trick down of summoning a spell in my mind without firing it off, and then adding others, but apparently I couldnt just jam any old spell together any way I wanted. When I worked at it, the glowing symbols I could see in my minds eye would shift and rearrange themselves in response to my will, but there was apparently an underlying logic to it that I didnt understand. Spells didnt all fit together, or only in certain ways, and since I couldnt actually read any of the magical notation I was working completely blind. Basically I was trying to code software in a programming language I didnt know, while also being a displaced musician who knew fuck all about coding to begin with.

While trying different combinations of my very few spells and mostly getting no results, I kept up absentmindedly with Biribos conversation.

Not to nitpick, boss, but Viryas already leaned on the scales a lot for you. I wouldnt complain, if I was you.

Oh, please. Leaned how, exactly?

Simple: that Heal spell. That is a major piece of magic that had no business being in that peddlers basic collection.

Pff. If the Goddess of Evil wanted to give the Dark Lord an extra piece of magic, why the hell would she pick Heal?

Seriously? To keep your ass alive while youre getting your feet under you. Plus, and you may wanna pay attention to this part because its important, there are consequences if shes caught cheating, so its much smarter for her not to give you sothing destructive and attention-getting. The goddesses are supposed to be hands-off with the Hero and the Dark Lord. Rules of the ga. If Yoshi or Sanora catch Virya giving you any special treatnt, then Sanora gets a free move. Heal is a lot less likely to draw their notice than Asteroid Strike.

That broke my concentration; the half-combined spells I was trying to mash together flickered out and the tad fire sli started wandering off without my attention.

Afree move? Like what, exactly?

Shes not allowed to kill you, but theres a lot you can live through, boss.

Hm. Is Heal really that big a deal?

Lem put it this way, boss. If soone Blessed with Magic decided to specialize in healing, they might start with, say Close Laceration or Numb Pain. As they exercised their Blessing, got more spells and gained the power to use em, they could add stuff like Antivenom, Suppress Fever, Set Bone, Reconstitute

Okay, I get it. There are a lot of different healing spells.

Most of em very specific. A healing-specialized sorcerer isbasically just a doctor with low overhead; theyll have a bunch of different options to treat various dical issues, just like practicing dicine the hard way. What youve got is the absolute pinnacle of all healing magic. The ability to heal any injury or disease, instantly, with no effort. Boss, kingdoms would go to war to control a sorcerer who could do that. There is no way that scroll just happened to be in the possession of so rando who was trying to peddle basic beginner spells to bandits out in the middle of nowhere.

I see, I murmured, activating the magic again. It made sense when he put it like that, but I still couldnt find it in to be grateful to Virya. Her boredom and selfishness was the reason Id been plucked out of my life and dumped here; as far as I was concerned, we wouldnt be square until Id used Immolate on her a few tis. Wait, does this an Sanora will try to cheat, too?

As long as its not where you or Virya can see? Absolutely. They both do, its why theyve got that rule.

So much for being the Goddess of Good.

Its all a ga to them, boss. Good and evil are just words to anybody whos got any amount of control over the world. I dont think those are gonna fit together. Whatre you trying to do?

Not trying to do anything, just getting a feel for it. I had been attempting to connect Enamor and Spirit Bond at that point, which I was pretty sure wouldnt even do anything useful if it worked; I was only still poking at it because I had the frustrating feeling that they were close to connecting and I was missing sothing. As I pushed them together repeatedly, the luminous sigils of magic kept shifting around as if they were trying to connect and couldnt quite find a way. If I could just understand how, it could help create actually helpful spells once I found so more scrolls So you can see my half-ford spells, huh?

Well, I am your familiar. Dont worry, its just you and . Anybody else watching wont be able to see it.

Can you read this gobbledygook? It would help a lot if I knew what these symbols ant. I thought I should be able to speak every language?

Uh, sorry, boss, but the foundational code that makes reality work isnt on that list. I kinda figure the goddesses dont want you ssing around with that.

Typical.

Hum. Think about it in terms of what they do, and the limitations on em. Enamor only works on people youre sexually attracted to and has a very specific and limited result. Spirit Bond only works on monsters but results in a more general sharing of magic.

I see, I seeyoure right, theyre both connecting sort of spells, just with very different rules. Similar, but not compatible.

Exactly!

Heres a thought

It was hard, adding a third spell to the mix; my concentration was stretched to the limit to focus on all three at once. I suspected three was going to be the hard limit on how many spells I could mix into a single combo. Already the strain of keeping all three active in my consciousness forced to lose focus on what I was doing. Id been pushing and pulling at Enamor and Spirit Bond, noting the different ways the magical sigils shifted around when I flexed my mind at them. Now, it was all I could do to hold all three concepts in my awareness.

To my surprise, they suddenly snapped together of their own volition, as if the third component was exactly what the others had been waiting for. Blinking in shock at the sudden removal of the ntal pressure, I found myself in possession of a brand new spell: Enjoin.

Huh, Biribo said aloud. Thats, uhno offense, boss, but

No, youre not wrong, I admitted, studying the shape of it in my mind. Once it was a complete spell I could intuitively understand what it did and how, unlike when I was trying to make different spells fit together. Thats interesting, though. Its basically a spell with the input conditions of Enamor and the output of Spirit Bond. SoI can share magical powerswith a monsteras long as I wanna fuck it.

Right. You made a completely useless spell. Unless you got so serious issues, I an, and hey, here on Team Evil we dont judge

Just shut up. What if theres a hot girl with magic I might want to absorb? Could be useful for that.

Boss, the only magic people can learn is Blessings, and youve already got more than anybody else except the Hero.

Hm. What about a sexy sorceress who knows better spells than I do?

He buzzed closer to , peering over my shoulder as if he could read the writing on reality around . Im kinda spitballin, boss, but I dont think it works like that. Spirit Bond shares natural magical gifts, which only certain non-human creatures have. Spells learned by a Blessing are a different category of thing.

Right. I sighed, then grinned. Okay, fine, I made a completely useless spell. Still wasnt wasted ti. Im getting a handle on how the system works. Do you notice how Ta Beast doesnt actually do anything in that mix? Its likeits code was able to make the code of the other two work together across their incompatibility. So it has no conditions or output, its justspare parts.

Well It connected a spell that only works on people to one that only works on monsters, so I guess from a certain point of view a beast is halfway between Biribo suddenly buzzed upward another ter, turning to face the front doors of the ss hall where Id been experinting. Heads up, boss. Looks like mom and dad are comin ho.

Right. I carefully straightened my clothes, wishing I had sothing more impressive to wear than the polo shirt and slacks of my store uniform. Heres hoping this goes better than with the last bandits we t.

Long as they dont actually succeed in killing you, boss, I dont see how it could go worse.

Thanks, Biribo. Thank you for that.

Anyti, boss, I got your back.

I took the ti to remove the fire and healing slis from view; having cast Ta Beast on each already, all I had to do was think at them and they obeyed. Biribo had said smarter animals would be trickier to control, but slis were such simple creatures that connecting my mind to theirs completely overwheld whatever motive they had. I wondered, briefly, if I could use spell combination to add Ta Beast to Summon Sli and produce one under my control from the beginning? And if that worked on my more enhanced sliswell, that would involve adding a third spell, which was hard, and Wait, what if I used Spirit Bond on the magic slis? Could I set myself on fire or acquire a healing aura? On second thought, the first one might not be a good idea.

I pushed all this aside; experintation later. Confronting bandits now.

The layout of the ss hall said sothing about the culture which had built it: they had an inherent class consciousness, like most dieval societies did. The ss was divided, with most of the tables in its main open area and a raised dais with a single long table where the forts commander and officers would eat, lording it over the rank and file. It was up on that raised platform that I was currently carrying out my magical experints, and now busied myself directing my new pet slis to slither away out of sight. It was easy to find hiding places, as the bandits whod taken over this place were more egalitarian than its original designers; most of the dais had been given over to disorganized storage, and to judge by the dust on the floor, didnt see much use. In fact, most of the tables in the main area were equally dusty, leaving only one with a cleared area around it and dishes still strewn across. Apparently this was a small gang, no more than a handful of people.

For my purposes, that was probably for the best.

I could hear them now, voices and indeterminate sounds that might have been a scuffle, coming from the front of the hall and growing louder, though still muffled by distance and the intervening walls. The mont they opened the front door, it all beca much louderand more confusing, as the shouts and laughs and growling echoed in the cavernous space. I lurked half-behind a stack of barrels, breathing slowly in one of the old anti-stage fright exercises my piano tutor had taught . Not that Id had stage fright in years, but fear was fear and this was rather more urgent. These were bandits. Murdering, plundering barbarians; Kasser and Harold had killed a man just for breaking in here and tried to do the sa to , and there were just two of them.

But I wasnt the sa hapless refugee whod been dumped in their laps. I had Heal if things went wrong, and more imdiately Immolate was almost as horrifying to watch as it probably was to be subjected to. I could definitely intimidate a few dieval thugs into submission, now. Id have to do sothing appalling, but Id had ti to psych myself up to it this ti. There was nothing else for it. Make my grand entrance that Id practiced in my head, identify and combust the leader, start giving ordersit would work. It would have to, that was all.

Then they ca swaggering in through the ss hall doors, and in a turn of events I should really have learned to expect by now, all my careful plans got run over by a truck and sent to another world.

There were five of the bandits. I didnt inspect them too closely beyond identifying the apparent leader by the way the others hung back and looked to him: he was a big man, at least a head taller than , with a coarse beard and his long hair in braids. Three of the others were carrying bundles and objects I didnt really register, and set about laying them out on one of the tables. The leader, anwhile, was laughing in a booming voice and casually tossed his own burden across another table.

The burden in question was a girl.

Finally, ho sweet ho, he chortled, grabbing his victim by the neck and pressing her face-down into the tabletop. She was a fighter, snarling nonstop and struggling despite having her arms bound behind her; she aid what looked like a powerful kick at his groin, but the bandit leader twisted aside, taking the blow on his hip. In annoyance, he lifted his captives head up and smashed it back down, montarily stunning her. All without seeming to even register he was in a fight. Where the fuck are those two ass berries? See if I leave them in charge of anything again.

Boss, do you gotta do that where we eat? one of his followers objected. It was a woman, I noticed with so surprise, deep-voiced and nearly as burly as the leader, but definitely female. The smallest of the bandits was half-hiding behind her, while the other two n hung back.

He just turned a leer on her. You can stay an watch if you want, Goose. Dont say I never took ya anywhere romantic.

Then he started tugging at his captives clothes and I found myself stepping out into the open.

This was not how Id planned to do this, butfuck, I couldnt just let this go on. Maybe I shouldnt have been surprised; things like this are common enough even in the modern world and were practically routine during lawless and primitive eras. If anything, my shock at the sight just emphasized how out of my depth I was here. Still, theres so shit thats just not to be tolerated. Now, if only I had a plan for this and wasnt thrown back into improvising

Ara, ara, ara, I drawled, projecting as if I were on stage. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at even the captive woman, twisting her neck to blink in my direction past the blood trickling down her forehead. And anwhile, I found myself wishing to trip and break my neck. Really, first confrontation with the bandit gang and here I am channeling the spirit of my cranky grandmother. I was so off my ga.

Still, the Omuras didnt raise a quitter, despite what they probably think, and Ive pushed past too many embarrassing foibles on stage to let a thing like that slow down.

Just who raised you, boy? I demanded of the bandit leader, affecting a condescending tone. Release that young lady imdiately. I will not have a guest in my castle so shafully mistreated by my own staff.

They all continued to gape at . Well, I can certainly carry a conversation by myself.

"I am Omura Seiji, I proclaid, raising my chin and putting on a smirk. The Champion of Virya, the Dark Lord sent to subdue this land. And you lucky mongrels have the honor of being my first minions. You may bow.