Vol. 2 - Ch. 2.2 - The Slaves Of The Phantom Ship (2)
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"N-Not to your liking either? T-Then, here's collection number three."
As Duma clapped her hands, a mannequin-like man crawled through the doorway. The man's limbs were cork-like, with no ends beyond the ankles and wrists. On his back, he carried a round wooden board.
The man approached Duma and Nephira, who were sitting in the so-called human-chairs, with a thumping sound. Duma laughed as she placed her elbows into the backside of the man in a kneeling position.
"Kike ke ke ke! I-Is a 'Human-Table'!"
"Ooh, Suzuki! You can put the snacks on it! Let's have a tea time!"
Nephira happily took toffee out of the leather bag she was carrying but—
"It is NOT TEA TIME!!"
Takashi angrily swatted the candy off with his hand. The candy Nephira had brought was scattered on the floor.
"Oh–… I went to the trouble of bringing it with me… Suzuki… Don't be so careless with food…"
Takashi was so angry that he didn't even care about the sad look on Nephira's face. He gave Duma a fierce look.
"What a bullshit chair set you have made!!"
"L-Lord Hero! Calm down, please!"
Takashi looked back at Excella, who shouted from behind him and pointed at the pathetic human-chairs, humans who had been transformed into puppets.
"BUT! Human lives are being played with! They've turned them into such a body that can't even utter a single word!"
"Kike ke. T-That's not true. C-Can speak just as well as when they... W-Were alive."
"Huh…?"
(I-If that's the case, they're still conscious?)
Duma lightly poked the head of the Human-chair on which she was sitting. And then—
"Yes, Shair!"
The Human-chair spoke cheerfully.
When Duma poked him again, as expected, he repeated, "Yes, Shair!" with a blank expression.
"Y-You see? I-Isn't he talking?"
…
Takashi was completely fuming with rage.
"DON'T 'Yes, Shair!' MEEEE!!! Chair!? Because he's a chair, you bastard bitch!!"
"Calm down a little, Suzuki. You're getting too angry."
"So, Nephira, why have you been nonchalantly sitting on a human-chair all this time!? STAND UP!!"
Nephira stood up as if she was losing her patience with the raging Takashi. Duma looked down at the human-chairs while giggling with a "ketaketa" laugh.
"N-Nothing to complain about, right? Y-You guys?"
"""Yes, Shair!!"""
"That's ALL they will F-ING say!!"
In a fit of anger, Takashi hit the backboard of the human-table. Then a distressed male voice came from the table, "UGH–…"
(Huh…?)
"H-Hurts… It hurts…s"
The human-table was speaking bitterly.
"H-Hey! This man, is still conscious!"
"Kike ke ke. I-it looks like he didn't have enough fluid in his system…"
As soon as she said this, Duma's mouth opened wide as if it was about to burst open. As soon as her needle-like teeth were out, Duma bit into the neck of the human-table. The human-table rattled and spasmed.
"Y-You, What are you DOING!?"
"T-This is how, my bodily fluids, I-I inject into them, for d-dollification."
"No… help me… father, mother…!"
The man's emotion-filled face of tears disappeared in the next instant. The man became as expressionless as a mannequin and quietly returned to his table position.
"N-Now, his ego is c-completely gone!"
"You're kidding me! Put it BACK where it was!"
"I-Is already, impossible! Kike! Kike ke kike ke ke ke ke ke ke!"
(T-This bitch–! Unforgivable!)
Takashi glared at Duma fiercely.
"Didn't I tell you at the Demon Lord's army's campaign meeting not to kill for no good reason?"
"U-Using them, as c-chairs or tables. I-Isn't that beneficial?"
"YOU…!"
The undead and skeleton soldiers around them began to move slowly as if sensing the imminent danger to their Lord. The rotting undead soldiers opened their mouths as they crept closer and closer to Takashi.
"Th-This human… Cuteeeeeeeee…!"
"But…but, but, but, but!"
"Those who stand against Lady Duma, must be eliminateeeeeedd!"
(Fuun. You are all very well controlled. My original cuteness is not enough to stop you, huh?)
Even so, Takashi was neither upset nor afraid. It was because he had a technique that Master Leelou gave him for times like this.
(The one and only special technique that exceeds offensive power and magical power—— That is "Pritis")
Takashi held his arms above his head. After he had captured the attention of the undead who surrounded him,
"Pritis's 48 Gestures—Twenty-Fifth Gesture, 'Puffy Face'!"
Takashi's cheeks puffed up like a hamster.
"C-Cute…–!"
Nephira was the first to murmur this. And then the undead followed suit and began to moan and groan.
"OOOOOHHHHH…!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH…!"
"The undead seem to be in pain!"
Takashi nodded in agreement with Excella's voice. All right! Their minds are wavering between my orders and Duma's!
In other words, Pritis could be used against the undead and skeletons of the Immortal Fleet. Gaining confidence, Takashi takes one look at Duma. Duma was also trembling slightly.
(Just one more push.)
"Hey, Duma. Don't do this ever again, okay? Do you understand?"
A moment after Takashi spoke while maintaining a puffy face,
"GI–GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! C-C-CUTEEEEEEEE!!"
With fangs bare, Duma leaped at Takashi.
(Hu… HUH–!?)