Please Bully Me, Mis Chapter 138 : The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

The feeling was as if one's entire being had been thrown into the air, then gently cradled and floated down from the clouds.

Upon reaching the bed, Elsa realized that Yvonne was actually quite lucid.

More precisely, she seed to be in a state of half-drunkenness.

"You... isn't there anything you want?"

After this dizzying sensation that made one's blood race had ended, she suddenly asked Elsa this question.

"It's not so special day, why are you so keen on giving

a gift..."

Feeling sowhat drained, Elsa turned to face her, her tone inevitably a bit helpless.

She was spoiling herself too much.

"What's wrong with that... I just want to give you sothing."

Yvonne wore an expression of incomprehension.

Was wanting to give a gift to one's girlfriend such a strange thing?

Not wanting her to spend money, and also wanting to continue the euphoric feeling of falling from the clouds, Elsa pressed her face close again.

"But apart from Evie, I don't want anything else~"

"Using such cunning words to smooth things over again, hmm..."

But this cunning was also part of her charm, impossible not to savor.

Elsa was already quite satisfied with the current situation.

This relationship was like a piece of candy for her.

Afraid it would lt if held in the mouth, but when not eating it, constantly thinking about its sweetness, unable to resist wanting to lick it once, while carefully sealing it away at other tis.

She didn't dare ask for too much.

"Eh... you don't even want a birthday present?"

After returning to the royal capital, although she seed the sa as before in front of Yvonne, having spent so much ti together, Yvonne could see that she was forcing herself to so extent.

What could make her happier?

Under the influence of alcohol, her mind beca fuzzy, no longer able to think clearly.

The first thing that ca to mind as the simplest way to make a girl happy was to give a gift.

But if she wanted to give a gift... having a nominal excuse would be best.

Then she thought of birthdays.

Elsa's birthday...

Co to think of it, she didn't know Elsa's birthday.

Yvonne suddenly realized that although she had so understanding of Elsa through knowledge from another world, that information was still too limited.

There was still so much she wanted to know.

But this didn't seem to be a good topic for her.

"...I don't have one."

When it ca to this, her gaze shifted away from Yvonne, her expression becoming sowhat desolate.

"I don't have... a birthday."

"............"

A perfect landmine.

What had she just asked?!

Yvonne felt deeply regretful. She suddenly rembered that in the ga, the protagonist's birthday was set by the 'player'.

On the set day, the conquerable characters would have special voice lines—probably a setting to enhance imrsion.

But for Elsa herself, as the original protagonist, there was no specific birthday.

For a vagrant child, being able to eat and survive was already difficult enough, how could there be any thought of celebrating birthdays?

"I'm sorry, did I make you think of sothing unpleasant?"

She lightly shook her head.

"It's not like that..."

As if to prove her words, Elsa thought seriously, her expression still flickering.

For her, it probably didn't count as a particularly good mory.

"If I had to say, it should be in winter..."

Her mory was extraordinary; she still had impressions of things from when she was very, very young, including when she was still in swaddling clothes.

So Elsa could vaguely deduce from those impressions that it was probably a cold season.

Yvonne felt that birthdays were quite important to a person's significance.

In dieval Europe, people believed that birthdays were the day when the soul was most easily invaded by demons, so on one's birthday, family and friends would gather around to give blessings, and give cakes to bring good luck and drive away demons.

People in this world believed that on one's birthday, it was the day God accepted them.

Although she could feel that Elsa liked her very much, for Elsa herself, she didn't seem to care that much.

She could also sense that feeling of complete disregard for oneself from Miss Dorothea.

Would she beco like that in the future...

Yvonne was sowhat worried about this.

To achieve a certain goal, she would not easily change what she had decided.

But... even so, she sincerely hoped that Elsa could cherish herself a bit more.

—If only she could be happy about her own birth.

Although it was just her own wishful thinking, Yvonne still wanted to do sothing for her.

"Because I'm an abandoned child... there's nothing that can be done about that, right?"

Lying beside her, she spoke casually in a languid tone. At tis like this, her acting skills were always particularly convincing.

Unlike Evie, I wasn't born with expectations.

If even I don't like myself, then I can only love this child in place of Elsa's parents whom I've never t.

"Really~~ How could they abandon such a cute child~~ They really have no eye for quality—"

"Evie... it tickles, it tickles~"

Hugging her head and rubbing it back and forth, taking advantage of her drunkenness, Yvonne let out such exaggerated sighs.

"Although the person who abandoned Elsa... was very cruel... I really want to lecture them properly, but... I'm still grateful to them."

"After all... if it weren't for that person, I wouldn't have t you..."

Recalling past events, her wandering thoughts seed to return to that cold winter.

Thanks to this warm embrace, her frozen body began to beat with life again.

It felt like being saved.

Loneliness understood by soone important is no longer loneliness, it's love.

If all the misfortunes she had suffered before were to welco the happiness of today, Elsa felt that this was not a bad trade at all.

Thank the gods, thank this inexplicable world.

For allowing them to embrace each other like this.

"So... kiss

again."

"Mmm..."

Saying such rule-breaking things and kissing again... when did she learn to use such cunning tactics?

Ah... I taught her just now...

She learns too quickly.

Usually it was fine, but whenever the two started doing sothing intimate, Elsa would feel a sense of guilt.

Thoughts like 'What am I making this young lady do for —' would constantly pop up.

However, most importantly, she was still filled with joy.

In all the ti she had lived until now, being embraced by her like this was the happiest.

—Thud.

After kissing for a while like this, she finally couldn't support herself and fell headfirst onto the pillow beside Elsa.

"...What's wrong?"

"Nothing... my head still hurts..."

With her face buried in the pillowcase embroidered with Pelo tribe's characteristic woven patterns, she let out a muffled sound.

"Looks like the effects of the alcohol haven't worn off yet. Let's call it a day..."

"But...!"

I didn't seem to drink that much...

Although their drinking cups were quite large, it was just one cup...

No way...

Shouldn't willpower be able to overco such a small matter?

The feeling of wanting to do sothing for her—this emotion in her chest wouldn't stop.

Wanting to make her happy.

To keep her... always, always happy.

"Damn... it still hurts so much!"

However, her head started to ache uncontrollably—

"...You're really feeling unwell, aren't you?"

Seeing her face turn pale as she covered her mouth, Elsa felt heartache as she stroked her smooth skin.

If she vomits here, there would be no mood for that kind of thing at all!

Even if she had to force herself, she didn't want to stop.

"Although it's a bit late, I'll go to the kitchen and make sothing to help with the alcohol."

"Ah..."

The mood was just getting good~~~

What a big failure!!

Yvonne suddenly felt a sense of defeat, falling into self-absorption.

"We can do that kind of thing anyti..."

Within her Fillo of vision, Elsa got up and put on her clothes. Before leaving, she sat on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through Yvonne's hair.

"Evie's health cos first, okay?"

She used to think that after starting a relationship, the more passionate one would be her. She never expected the situation to reverse, with herself becoming the shaless person who wanted to hug the other all day.

"You told

before, Evie, that you don't want misunderstandings between us. So when Evie is feeling unwell, you should say it directly too."

"But... this little thing basically doesn't count as anything."

"—It's not a little thing to !"

Hearing her raise her finger in a sowhat angry manner,

"I want to beco Evie's number one person to rely on! So forcing yourself is forbidden—"

After saying these slightly forceful words, she imdiately returned to her considerate state.

"Besides, you must be hungry too. It's a rare opportunity, let's have so late-night snacks!"

"...Eating late at night will make you gain weight."

Yvonne started worrying about her weight before even eating.

"Hmph, anyway, Evie is the type whose energy all goes to her chest—"

Saying this, Elsa reached out her hand resentfully,

"...Ahhh~ Enough! Don't just touch

as you please."

"Sorry, but it really feels like they've gotten bigger again..."

Seeing her say this with such a serious face, Yvonne beca unsure.

"...I'm not happy about this at all!!"

No matter which part gains weight, girls are very conscious about their figure.

"Hehe, so do you still want to eat late-night snacks?"

"...Yes."

No one can escape the law of deliciousness.

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"Well then—what should we make next~"

There seed to be so leftover fried crispy at from the dayti.

Crispy golden fried at.

Drizzled with a sweet and sour sauce made from simred tomatoes, it was simply exquisite.

But at this hour, the originally crispy coating had probably cooled and beco tough after being left for so long. Re-frying wasn't a good option either.

Besides, since it was fried food, wouldn't it be too greasy as a midnight snack?

Fried crispy at tastes good, but it might not be very skin-friendly...

If she could find so leftover bone broth from the day... throwing it into the soup pot to cook, letting the fried coating absorb the broth, would also be delicious.

As for the tea to help with the alcohol... she'd use the dried fruits she brought to brew it.

Elsa pondered over the late-night snack nu as she approached the temporarily set up outdoor kitchen, wearing a shawl.

......

Rustle rustle rustle rustle—

At this mont, Elsa noticed a discordant rhythm coming from the darkness and imdiately beca alert.

...Why does it seem like there's movent in the kitchen?

At this hour, could there still be soone there?

Elsa remained vigilant as she tiptoed towards the door emanating light.

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"Damn it... Why, why is food made by re humans so delicious?!"

The silver-haired girl was using her hands to stuff fried crispy at into her mouth.

However, unlike normal people, her hair was an abnormal silver color, and she had ominous black pointed horns on her head.

A whip-like slender tail was swaying within Elsa's field of vision.

...A demon??

Elsa imdiately realized the other party's identity.

How could there be a demon in a place like this??

"...!! Who's there?!"

Sensing an unusual presence, Fillo stood up, quickly preparing for battle, her mouth still stuffed with a large piece of crispy at, both cheeks oily.

Upon discovering that the newcor was Elsa, she was overjoyed.

She never expected that coming out to find food would lead her to catch such a big fish while waiting!

"Very good—I'll take your magic power!"

Now that her stomach was full, she could do it!

"............"

Elsa helplessly raised her hand towards the reckless demon charging at her.

"What is this?? Why does my body feel so heavy???"

"—This is 'Gravity Magic'."

"!! Wh-What?!"

"I'm saying... are all you demons so embarrassing?"

Although the other party looked quite formidable, in reality, she was terribly weak.

According to Dorothea's theory, magic power is a channel for communicating with this 'world'.

It can be viewed as a special 'language'.

Through the decomposition, recombination, and composition of the elental particles of the four elents, new magic can be realized.

Miss Dorothea's dinsional magic was also such a product.

Based on this, she taught Elsa so tricks for using magic.

And these were things that only soone like herself, who could skillfully control the power of the four elents, could achieve.

Just by lightly crooking her finger,

This foolish demon was already down and unable to get up.

...It's really exactly as they say, so weak...

"Ugh... Kill !"

Curled up in the corner, Fillo looked like she was about to cry.

It's over, it's over, it's over—

Caught by a human—

Am I going to die?

Sister!! I'm sorry—

Fillo's eyes were filled with tears, looking as if she was prepared for heroic sacrifice, but her trembling tail betrayed her fearful state of mind.

"You must be Miss Fillo, right?"

"...How do you know ??"

Hearing her na from the mouth of a girl she had never t before, Fillo's eyes widened in surprise, forgetting to blink.

This was too easy to identify.

Silver hair, ominous black demon horns, and a whip-like tail.

Her appearance matched Michel's description perfectly.

Although she had been worried earlier that Fillo might use her abilities to change into another form, was it because she didn't have enough magic power? Elsa hadn't expected her to foolishly maintain her original form.

"I should be the one asking, why did you pounce on

as soon as you appeared? Have I done sothing to make you hold a grudge against ?"

Rather, when she saw that the plate of fried crispy at that was originally ant for Evie and herself had beco empty, Elsa felt her blood pressure suddenly rise.

"Speak—what are your intentions?!"