SPY GIRL
“Dammit, why do I always get stuck with the busywork?!”
A member of Apollo Familia, a prum by the name of Luan Espel, cursed the mountain of memos he was being forced to carry. The War Game was fast approaching, with only five days left before it began, and yet Luan had to work first thing in the morning, ferrying messages to and from the castle. He was still a lower-class adventurer, and this, along with his race’s reputation for being little help in a fight, often led the others in his familia to view him as perfectly suited to being a runner instead.
“Just you wait…None of you will be laughing when I’m as powerful as Finn!”
It was Luan’s greatest wish to be just like Braver Finn Deimne. It was an ambition that had gone unfulfilled for some years now and probably would for many more.
Luan dived down an empty side street, crying about his woes to nobody in particular.
“Argh, this is such a pain! Can’t somebody switch with me?”
“Sure thing. Why don’t you let me take over?”
All of a sudden, Luan Espel came face-to-face with his own doppelgänger—identical to him in every way, even down to the clothes and voice. Unable to believe his eyes, he froze, then a few seconds later, a blow to the back of the head knocked him out cold.
“Are you done, supporter girl?” asked Hestia as Lilly exited a secluded warehouse.
“Yes,” Lilly replied. “He’s told me everything I need to know.”
Here, the War Game had already begun, and Lilly and Nahza had worked together to kidnap Luan so that Lilly could infiltrate the castle using her transformation spell. Lilly had been interrogating the prum to find out his standing within the faction, along with his relationship with the other familia members and how he addressed them, all so she could carry out her impersonation perfectly.
“He sure opened up quick,” said Hestia, terror forming in her eyes. “Y-you didn’t torture him, did you?”
“Sort of. I held this stink pouch to his face, and he spilled everything.”
“I’m just glad it came in handy…” said Nahza, a faint grin on her lips. Behind her was the dry smile of Miach, who had aided in its manufacture.
Now that the deterrent had served its dual purpose as a torture device, Lilly put it back in her pocket and closed her eyes.
“Your scars are mine. My scars are mine.”
In the blink of an eye, Lilly’s spell transformed her into the spitting image of her captive.
“Right, I’m off to the castle, then,” said Luan Espel.
Lilly remained disguised behind enemy lines for many days, and nobody suspected a thing.
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