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…I don’t really get it, but apparently this is what passes for a date in this world.
<Evil Points acquired.>
<Evil Points acquired.>
“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!”
“Mwa-ha-ha! Faster, faster, fasteeer!!”
Grimm and I fly through the streets of the capital.
Well, to be more precise, Grimm’s sitting in a wheelchair that I’m pushing around at breakneck speeds through the capital.
“Commander, this wheelchair is incredible! So light…so fast! I can never go back to an inferior model! You’ve ruined me for all other wheelchairs!”
“Yep! This here’s a Kisaragi wheelchair. High-quality aluminum frame, run-flat tires, high-speed design! You’re the fastest woman in the kingdom, Grimm!”
Apparently, back when Grimm was surveying the room after being resurrected, she had been looking around for her wheelchair. Sadly, it met a pretty gruesome end at the hands of Gadalkand’s foot, so I had the Kisaragi Corporation send me a new one on the teleporter…
“Amazing! This is the best night of my life! Hey, Commander, look over there! It’s another couple!”
“Brace for impact! We’re going in!”
“H-hey! Stop, you twoooo!!!”
Grimm and I have been harassing lovey-dovey couples throughout the city by charging at them with the wheelchair. It looks like the city guard finally caught on, and we’re now being chased by a woman in uniform.
“You there! Stop right there! I can’t believe what you’re doing! This is a romantic spot for couples to share a tender moment! You’re ruining their evenings! If you want to wreak havoc, go somewhere else and take that thing with you!”
Not wanting the entire city guard after me, I screech to a halt. Grimm glances up at me in confusion.
“Wait, isn’t wreaking havoc why we came here in the first place?”
“It sure is. Why’s she interrupting us?”
“Wait, so you two were disturbing the peace on purpose? Well, that changes things. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you both to come with me.”
Grimm sneers dismissively at the uptight guardswoman.
“Ah, you poor lamb. You’ve been forced to work late into the night. Be more honest with yourself and take a look around. Why should you give up your nights for these infernal couples? Secretly, you’re seething with envy and hatred, aren’t you? Let them suffer as you have suffered…”
“Um, well…actually, I have a boyfrie— Ow! Hey! Stop that! I’ll toss you in jail for assaulting a guard!”
Leaning forward in her wheelchair, Grimm starts kicking the guard’s shins, landing several blows with her bare heel.
“Wait…you can use your legs? Why are you in a wheelchair, then?”
“It’s the backlash from a curse cast long ago. In exchange for borrowing Lord Zenarith’s power, there are various…conditions…”
The backlash from a curse?
“Okay, but that still has nothing to do with why you’re rolling around here and raising hell, so knock it off! …You do dumb stuff like this and then wonder why you can’t get a man… Honestly…”
The guardswoman mutters under her breath, prompting Grimm to retrieve what appears to be a doll from her bosom and point at it menacingly.
“Oh, you’ve said it now! Commander, allow me to give you a proper demonstration of my power! O Great Lord Zenarith, I beseech thee! Deliver disaster unto this woman! May she suffer from vertigo!”
“…Gah?!”
The officer pinches the bridge of her nose, wobbling from side to side as she loses her footing.
…………
“Wait, that’s your power? It’s a little…underwhelming, don’t you think?”
“Look, Commander, curses are an art, not a science. Even with all my power, I succeed maybe eighty percent of the time. The success rate drops like a rock each time I use the same phrasing. Curses also require a sacrifice, and even then, I might fail and suffer the curse myself…like with my legs…”
Grimm looks down sadly at her legs, rubbing at them wistfully.
“…Oh, I see. So you used a curse to weaken someone’s legs, but something went wrong, and you took the curse instead, costing you your ability to walk, huh?”
“…What? Oh no, the backlash from this curse just prevents me from wearing shoes.”
…Now I feel stupid for pitying her.
“Wow, that ability is totally useless… I feel kind of bad for you actually, so I’m just going to let you go now…”
The guard, now fully recovered from her vertigo, looks upon Grimm with pity.
Grimm scowls in response, glaring at the officer, producing several more dolls from her top.
“Useless?! I’ll show you useless! Feel the full wrath of my curses! O Great Lord Zenarith, I beseech thee! Deliver disaster unto this harlot! May she suffer the pain of stubbing her toe on a dresser!”
“…?!”
The guard cringes, closing her eyes in anticipation of the pain…
“Aaaaaagh!”
Rather than the guard, Grimm clutches at her right foot and lets out a pained scream.
“Careful! Don’t squirm so much in the wheelchair or you’re gonna— Oops.”
“Urgh!”
Writhing in agony, Grimm tips over her wheelchair, falling to the ground and slamming her head against the cobblestones below. She goes totally limp as the guard and I stand there dumbfounded.
…I see. So this is one of Lord Zenarith’s…conditions…
But…
…Does this mean I have to take her back to the shrine?
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