Queen Giselotte appeared suddenly and was no longer herself.
Theresa tries to control her confusion and calmly grasp the situation.
(No way, she is resurrected by using a human being as a substitute. ......)
It is not impossible. In terms of feasibility, it is the most likely candidate because the conditions would be rather loose.
However, it would be like giving up the body of a human being and putting the spirit into an insect.
It is something that should have been eliminated as an option because of its extremely limited power.
No one has tried it, and almost no one has tried it, and therefore the effects are immeasurable.
What happened to Queen Giselotte?
He asked her as she sat rudely at her office desk, looking down half-heartedly at Theresa.
"Well, I didn't realize that your first question was about the dependents. I wonder if your heart has become more like a person's."
"You want to talk, don't you? Then answer the question.
"You're scaring me. You shouldn't stare at me with such murderous intent.
Theresa braces herself, trying not to be disturbed by the smile on her face.
"The spirit of the dependent is safe. I'm just dreaming right now, I guess. If I completely destroy my spirit, my true self will come out.
"I see. I'm relieved. So if I remove you from the body, the queen will return to normal?
If you can do it, do it. But my spirit and the spirit of my dependent are half-melded. Do you think you can force me to tear it away from you and expect it to remain sane?"
It is dangerous to take them at their word. But if her words and actions were not an act, it was clear that she was greatly influenced by the queen.
"So you can't touch her. I encouraged her to attack me without question, but she really has become naive, hasn't she?"
"...... admit it. But the main reason is that I don't feel you are much of a threat now. Even the princess of flash is not a vessel to hold the one who is called "god".
"I won't deny it. And this body has some serious problems.
For some reason, Gieselotte smiled pleasantly and jumped off the desk.
"Look, look, look!"
The next moment I put my hand on the crude collar.
"Huh?"
His neck snapped.
As soon as he took off the collar, he jumped upward and caught his head with one hand.
"What the hell is that?
Theresa stood up so fast that she bounced off the chair.
Her face, resting on her hands, smiles carefree like a little girl.
"It's funny, isn't it?"
"This is no time to be amused! Wait a minute. Can you speak? And there's no blood. ......"
The severed surface was pitch black, with no bone or flesh visible.
The face in the palm of his hand is still smoldering and happy. The head was completely severed, but it was no different than if it had been connected.
"It seems as if you cut off the head and at the same time magically worked on the severed surface. As if they were connected, even though they were severed."
"Such a thing ......"
Is it really possible? But in fact, her neck is in its current state due to a magical effect.
"Basically, it's a ward, this. "Basically, it's a ward, this... but only according to modern magical theory.
The head on the palm of the hand looks into the severed surface of the neck.
"The cut surface is covered with a thin magical membrane of almost zero thickness. The two membranes are adjacent to each other in a different space-time from here. Theoretically, it could be an application of transition magic."
"Stupid ....... Are you saying that you are in a state of constant activation of the transfer magic?"
"You can't compare it to transfer magic itself because it has a different function. If the two are determined for sure, the connecting and the connected, then there is almost no need to use magic power to maintain them. In the first place, it is this body that supplies the magic power to maintain this magic.
"Even that ......."
"There's more, okay? The cut surfaces are given a special effect such that they repel each other. This collar reverses that effect. So if you don't wear this collar, your head and body will remain separated. You're really mean, aren't you?
The reason why they seem to be enjoying themselves is because they are not interested in Gieselotte's body itself.
(Then, we should consider the queen as a mere stepping stone for his resurrection.)
We do not know what they are thinking, nor do we expect them to answer our questions.
Then what we should find out now is...
"Who has cast this spell on a person of the queen's stature?"
Giselotte's memory must have it.
Shiva. The Black Warrior."
I wasn't surprised. He was the only one, or rather, the only one who could manipulate magic outside of modern magical theory.
The true identity of the magician is still unknown to me.
But it is certain that he possesses magical power far beyond that of ordinary people.
(No way, you're going to get his body and spirit too?)
Just as I was about to get buried in my thoughts, the queen's face was presented to me.
"I wonder what she is thinking? I'm very interested."
Gieselotte lifted the edge of her mouth with a grin, but changed her expression to one of boredom.
"But that's too bad. I guess we're out of time. It looks like the man will be coming soon to take a peek. Hmmm... He's trying to get through the gap in our warding. I wonder if he's bold or cautious. ......"
After the collar is fitted, the head returns to its original position.
"I'll tell you what I need you to do for the last time. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell him about me. Only you, a member of our species, can recognize me. That's why I came all the way here."
"What are you talking--"
Gieselotte thrusts an icy stare at Theresia.
"I am asking you to keep my presence from that man's knowledge. Otherwise, I will wipe out this academy that you cherish so much, and I will wipe out King's Landing as well.
Theresia, who was absolutely mortified, turned around and smiled cheerfully.
"It's not difficult, is it? All you have to do is keep your mouth shut."
"You think he won't notice?"
"I'm sure he'll find out sooner or later. I'm not underestimating you. I'm just trying to buy us some time."
Gieselotte turns on her heel. She walks to the door,
"This is for your own good, too. Don't think he's on your side."
"What do you mean, ......?"
Gieselotte turns her head and says pleasantly.
"You are aware of it, aren't you? You're a treacherous b*tc*, you're a god-killer.