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Two figures were looking at Leina’s party from a far enough location.
One was Nanael:
“Sigh, that sure took a load off my shoulders... and it's your fault for being so selfish in the first place, I mean, gimme a break.”
Seemingly not paying attention to the angel’s idle complaints, the other stood up. She was Queen Aldra:
“It sure was irksome. Leina, Elina, and all the other Beautiful Fighters came out.”
She then spoke in a histrionic voice, knowing none of them would be around to hear:
“The power of the Demon was crushed. One of the Queen’s responsibilities is now gone. So, we shall declare it here once again: whoever is daring enough to believe she can defeat us and become the Continent’s next Queen, join Queen’s Blade as a Beautiful Fighter!”
The Queen’s Blade as a ritual was now over, and now the standard Queen’s Blade which decided the queen who would rule the world of humans was about to begin.
Who will get to be the next Queen?
They won’t know that until they fight.
***
A cursed land covered in miasma and poison, blocking access to all kinds of creatures. In the center of this dangerous zone called the Swamp towered the witch’s castle, and that’s where a huge bird landed.
“I’m baaack~”
The bird which had landed in the courtyard changed into a pink humanoid body, and then took on a woman’s shape.
“The great Melona is heeere.”
“That was some hard work.”
She could hear the Swamp Witch’s voice from the other side of the screen, on the terrace overlooking the courtyard.
“So you’re here?”
“Yes. The fortune-telling told me that thou would be coming back, so I thought I could wait here and give thee a warm welcome.”
“You WILL keep your promise, won’t you?”
“Depends on the outcome.”
“Sheesh, witch, a slave-driver as always.”
As she said so, the shapeshifter greatly expanded her abdomen.
“Fine, this is gonna be tough, tho. Creating a new body and everything.”
It was something that could be deservedly called “giving birth” again. She was reconstructing the Demon’s body at the cost of her ever-changing body’s flesh.
That was the secret mission the witch had given her.
“I’ve done it once, I thiiiink it should go just fine... ngh... aaah...”
With an expression of agony, her body changed.
“This is... gonna burst...”
The witch—who watched attentively as the body of an adult woman was born inside Melona, tore itself off from the other and got wrapped in an amniotic body—stood up in the end, unable to bear her emotions.
“Yes, yeees! This is mine body indeed! Mine true appearance!”
In response to the witch’s voice full of joy, a thunder roared in the swamp.
“With this, I can finally speak mine true name.”
The witch cut through the amniotic membrane and gently embraced the woman’s body covered in bodily fluids from the womb.
Jet-black horns growing from her head, wings. It was the very picture of the Demon that the Beautiful Fighters had defeated at Maramaks.
“True... name?”
Melona asked, now in the form of a baby—having lost most of her body reforming the Demon.
“I shall tell thee, mine name.”
With a thin smile, the witch locked lips with the Demon’s.
Before long, the witch’s body crumbled, lifeless, and the Demon held it from falling.
“Mine name is Werbellia... the Swamp Witch.”
[Episode 10 END]
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