I Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble and Want to Enjoy a Laid-Back Harem Life – I Have No Intention of Getting Involved in the Main Story, Just Want to Live Comfortably with My Female Slaves, but Everyone Around Me Keeps Treating Me Like a Hero - Chapter 2.17

Hamenos.

I pressed my foot down on her, grinding it against her body.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!?”

She let out a piercing scream.

“W-Why…? How are you using magic!?”

“Heh.”

In this space where magic was supposed to be sealed, I bound Hamenos with my spells, making her expression twist in horror.

“I have a few questions for you.”

“…W-What do you want?”

“You couldn’t have orchestrated this alone.”

“W-Wait, what are you—what are you doing!?”

“And why were you gathering magic?”

I pressed my foot deeper into her body, forcing my way inside. Reaching in, I grabbed hold of several bl00d vessels.

“Hah… haaa… Th-That’s—”

With a swift tug, I ripped them apart.

Bl00d sprayed across the floor, painting it crimson.

“I-It d-doesn’t… hurt…? But this bl00d… Ugh… Agh…? M-My consciousness is slippiinnnggg—!”

Next, I severed a nerve.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!?”

I continued my work, twisting and reshaping her body into something new.

“Heh. Wings, complete.”

“W-What are you doing!?”

What I had created was a single black wing sprouting from her right shoulder.

“You didn’t steal magic from the World Tree on your own. And you certainly didn’t construct that spell by yourself. Think about it logically—if you had the ability to do both, you wouldn’t have relied on brute force and a club in battle. You would’ve used both. But you didn’t. I can do both, so I know. This isn’t even a deduction—it’s just common sense.”

“H-Hiiii…!”

“However, you did use a portion of the stolen magic for spellcraft. That part, however, came from someone else.”

“Aaaaaaaaaahhh!?”

Her mind began to break.

She was losing her sense of self, her spirit crumbling under the sheer weight of the realization.

Still, I refused to let her escape.

I forcibly reconstructed her consciousness, ensuring she could still hear and respond.

“You’re incapable of using magic. I can tell just by looking at you. I spent all this time reshaping you, talking idly just to confirm it. You can’t use magic. Which means there’s a third party involved. Who is it?”

I grabbed the wing I had created with my foot and yanked it slightly as I questioned her.

“…Y-Yes…”

At last, she nodded.

“I was born unable to use spirit magic… and in this kingdom, that meant I was nothing.”

“…What?”

She began to speak.

“An elf who can’t use spirit magic isn’t considered an elf at all. I was forced to try again and again, punished with violence and abuse for something I simply couldn’t do. And when I failed, I was discarded. Thrown away like garbage. I was branded useless and cast down into slavery—into the same category as the worst criminals, even though I did nothing wrong!”

“……”

“But I had one strength—my physical prowess! When they tried to enslave me, it took over a dozen people just to restrain me! My physical abilities were undeniable!”

“……”

“If I hadn’t been born in this closed-minded elven kingdom, things would’ve been different! I could’ve honed my talents and contributed in my own way! But instead, they killed me—they stripped me of my identity, imprisoned me for eternity, and forced me to live as a slave with my unnaturally long lifespan! Tell me, what’s wrong with wanting to destroy the nation that did this to me!?”

“I didn’t ask for your life story. Answer my question. Or should I give you a tail next?”

Without hesitation, I ripped off the wing I had just created.

“Whaaaaatttt!? I just shared my tragic past, and this is how you react!? C’mon, show a little empa—gyyaaaaaaahhhhhh!?”

As I watched her wing regenerate, I redirected my foot toward her lower body, this time aiming to create something new.