No More Pain For This Villain.



Ren's POV:

"So what are you—" I was cut off mid-sentence before I could even complete what I was saying.

"Ruu~ dinner is ready! Come down," Mom called me downstairs.

Sigh.

"Well, it looks like Mom's back. We can continue this talk after dinner. Until then, stay inside the room," I said to Blaze. I didn't want my parents to know that I own a mythical-grade talking puppet that I summoned by performing a demon cultist-like ritual.

Sigh.

"Whoa—"

Zoop.

Blaze's silhouette disappeared from my vision, and it flew inside my chest like a ghost or something.

"I don't have to stay inside your room when I have this cozy room all for myself," Blaze's heavy voice resounded inside my mind, scaring the shit out of me.

"You truly are parasitic," I thought. He is connected to me by mind and lives off by scraping mana out of my mana core to maintain his physical form.

"Hey! Trying to pick a fight with me, pretty boy~?" Blaze responded through our minds. It looks like I can communicate with him through my mind.

"Cool, right?" Blaze sounded a little too hyped.

"Yeah, yeah, but keep quiet and stop talking until I tell you," I commanded.

It's surprising and annoying at the same time to get responses through your own mind.

"Aye aye, Princess~" Blaze said. I could sense him giggling while saying this.

"And stop calling me with weird names," I said. Why was I getting bullied by a palm-sized smoke sphere?

"It's not my fault that you are pretty, Princess~" Blaze said.

Tremble.

"Fuck this mind transmission!" I could feel myself furrowing. Without taking this any further, I walked downstairs since Mom and Dad would be waiting for me at the dinner table.

After dinner, I returned to my room and closed the door tightly. Thankfully, Blaze didn't show up in front of my parents, and he also didn't send me any mind transmissions.

Plop.

"Blaze, you can come out now," I said as I plopped down on the chair that I pulled away from my desk. It's still covered in blood, and I have to clean it, or Mom would be terrified by the mere sight of it.

"Haa, it's difficult to keep quiet," Blaze said. I saw some hazy crimson smoke arising from my chest. Soon, it formed a will-o-wisp-like shape with a weird face.

"I know. Well, tell me about yourself. I didn't know that there was something trapped inside that dagger," I asked. There are a lot of questions that I have about the appearance of Blaze, so I went ahead and asked him about it.

"Well, there are so many things that I wanted to know about you, actually. But let's start with me for now," Blaze sighed. He said he wanted to know about me. I don't know why.

"Then let's begin with your story, Smokeball," I said, retorting to sum up all that pretty boy thing he said earlier to me.

"Smokeball, huh? Well, okay, Princess~" Blaze called me Princess again.

"I don't know why, but I feel like I am arguing with myself," I thought.

"And that's all there is to tell about my story. Any further inquiries?" Blaze asked verbally since I told him to talk to me like this and not to use mind transmission. That freaks me out.

I couldn't respond to him. There were a lot of things that I heard for the first time, even if I've played the game multiple times and thought I knew everything about this world

. But Blaze's story was completely out of my knowledge and made me rethink this whole world itself.

"But they are literally confusing to me," I thought.

"Hey!! I heard that one. Keep your thoughts under the meter," Blaze said. He is having fun while reading my thoughts, and I have reciprocal feelings about all this.

"Well, I don't care," I thought.

"You should care about me a little more, pretty boy~" Blaze responded like a grumpy old man to my thoughts, teasing me. But this time, he responded verbally as I requested.

Sigh.

First thing is that Klashier and Blaze aren't like any other living beings. They were not born but created by some unknown entity whose identity Blaze doesn't know since that entity disappeared after creating these two.

But creating them was a mistake. The creator wanted them to be great weapons that can help mortals grow themselves, but Klashier and Blaze's pair is like magnetic poles. While they are of the same origin, they repel each other. They balance one another but also conflict with each other.

The major difference between Klashier and Blaze is that Klashier is a top-tier spiritual beast, while Blaze is... well, he is a useless and useful weapon at the same time, I thought and immediately regretted it.

"I heard that one. Apologize right now," Blaze said, and I ignored him.

"So when I say useless and useful at the same time, I mean that Blaze is a different type of weapon that wasn't introduced in the game but exists in this universe.

Blaze's power is equivalent to the power of the being using him. In my eyes, it was fine, but when Blaze explained the whole scenario to me, I was shocked.

If Klashier is contracted by a common person or a high blood elf, his strength will be the same with limitations. On the other hand, Blaze's power is limitless. It's only on the person holding him that his power is based. This made every powerful individual, including even gods themselves, greedy for his power, causing wars on the surface of the earth, mass destruction, and massive loss of livestock just to achieve Blaze.

That led some gods to the decision of sealing Blaze away in the dimensional rift between heaven and earth. And Klashier was like the other half of Blaze, so they had to seal him with Blaze, or the seal might not work, and Blaze could've set himself free, causing ripples in the world's balance. Gods created a pair of daggers to tear between these dimensions. For making the daggers, they used the bones of a silver-scaled dragon. It is the only being that can tear through space and time, so they used the molars of a silver-scaled dragon. And of course, for this purpose, they killed the last silver-scaled dragon and vanished their whole species.

"I think that was worth it," I thought quite immorally. They killed one and saved millions, so I think that was inevitable.

"Hey! You are being insensitive towards that silver-scaled dragon," Blaze roared at me.

The daggers were like keys to this dimensional rift. They helped gods trap Blaze and Klashier. And after their goal was achieved, they tossed these daggers aside. They found no worth in keeping them, so they appointed a guardian to protect the daggers.

After two hundred years, Mrs. Marilyn somehow found one of the daggers and brought it with her, and it eventually was passed down to me.

"How lucky I am. I must thank Mrs. Marilyn for such a wonderful present," I said. Indeed, I was lucky because who would have imagined that I could get a weapon that even gods desire?

"Oh my, now tell me who is the parasite, Princess Ruu~" Blaze teased me again, calling me by my nickname that Mrs. Marilyn used very often.

"Then where is Klashier now?" I asked. By the storyline, the one who is released first is Klashier, but here it was Blaze who appeared from the dagger, so it was obvious that someone already summoned him using the other dagger, but who?

"I don't know who got my brother out from that damn trap, but I know that person is a strong being since I could sense his aura even inside the dimensional rift," Blaze answered.

"Well, that's saddening," I said, as I hoped that Blaze would know where the second dagger is and we can collect it.

"But you still have me, right?" Blaze questioned me with a troubled voice.

"Because your strength is going to be equivalent to my strength. And for your kind information, I am a human and a commoner at that, so there is a limit to my bloodline potential," I said. The bloodline potential is a big card in play since it determines your potential and how much you can grow in terms of mana arts and all that stuff.

Pffffffff.contemporary romance

Suddenly, Blaze started laughing and twirling in the air as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

"Why are you laughing, Smokeball?" I asked.

Fuuu.

Blaze breathed deeply and calmed himself. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I think I have a solution for this bloodline problem, Princess~." I could see him smirking at me, and I didn't have a good feeling about this.

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[A/N: Do you like this bickering between our princess and Smokeball? Well, I do]

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