Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Mil didn't answer him immediately. He was still holding her in his arms, and it would be very awkward to keep holding her after Angela revealed her true form—it might be awkward for the protagonist of other books.

Mir remained very calm and even reached out to pinch the young lady's fairly well-developed breasts.

Angela, who had been groped, couldn't stay calm. Her face flushed, she slapped Mir hard on the head. Mir didn't feel anything, but she clutched her slender hand in pain.

"Did you give me some kind of 'sleepy tea' today?" Mil's expression instantly turned serious, as if he wasn't the one who had just done something despicable.

"Haha, it seems the little brother didn't drink any at all." Angela tried her best to keep a lighthearted expression, but her tone betrayed her.

“No, it doesn’t count as not drinking…” Mil grabbed Angela’s arm with one hand and peeled a fruit candy for himself with the other. “Actually, even alcohol would have been better.”

"That was a miscalculation. Next time, let's try using alcohol." Angela tried to break free from Mir's hand, but failed due to Mir's unreasonable brute force.

“You won’t get a next time, Miss Angela.” Mil looked at her with an expression of pity. “The people you killed will not allow you to get away with it any longer.”

"While you were taking a shower, I used my [Speed ​​Up] to quickly flip over your flowerpots and then refill them. I never imagined that someone as sweet-looking as you had already killed so many people..."

This morning, Mil did indeed do just that, driven solely by pure curiosity and intuition. However, he unexpectedly discovered something: buried in the soil of the flowerpots were severed hands, seemingly already treated, each hand appearing as if it had just been cut off. This reminded Mil of what Angela had said while cutting flowers.

"And why did you take a shower so early this morning?" Mir ignored Angela's increasingly gloomy expression and continued, "The smell of blood on you is very faint~ I didn't even smell it~ If I hadn't accidentally seen some traces, I wouldn't have known that Miss Mir had 'red mud' on her body..."

After Mir finished speaking, Angela seemed to have given up on breaking free from Mir's grasp. Anyway, even if she broke free, she would be caught again, so she might as well maintain the status quo for now.

“Fate really does play tricks,” Angela chuckled. “If fate hadn’t sent my little brother to find me this morning, I might not have been discovered…”

“Fate?” Mill scoffed. “Perhaps it is fate, but actually my intuition has never lied to me. Sometimes it can even help me guess the winning lottery numbers at crucial moments.” Although it’s not always right.

Mir had indeed done that before, but lottery tickets are practically impossible to find in another world, and money from the real world cannot be used in another world.

"So, little brother Mir, are you interested in me?" Angela pulled her collar down a little, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, and began to try to seduce Mir.

[Magic. Charm]

“I can tell that little Mir isn’t the type to care about others, right? Maybe we can cooperate. I might consider dating him.” Angela’s collar was dropping lower and lower, which was extremely tempting for a man.

A normal man might have agreed to her request and had sex without thinking twice, but Mir just stared blankly at the expanse of white skin on her chest.

Angela tried to seduce Mil for a long time but Mil didn't respond, so her hand, which was constantly pulling down, stopped there.

"Keep pulling, you're almost there." Mil's tone sounded very disappointed.

This guy wants to get something for free!

"Little brother Mir, won't you consider what your sister said?"

"Hmm~ What you're saying is hard to understand, but it's definitely a huge temptation for men..." Mil rubbed his chin, pretending to think.

Seeing Mir's expression, Angela gradually smiled.

“But I refuse!” Mill’s demeanor changed drastically in that instant. “One of the things I, Mill Chiris, love to do most is to say ‘NO’ to those arrogant people!”

Angela seemed surprised to be rejected, and wore an incredulous expression.

“So, young lady, you have two choices now,” Mil tried to put on a serious expression, but the three fingers sticking out of his hand betrayed him. “First, you can accept arrest, which might not end well. Second, you can be killed by me right here.”

After saying that, Mir's free hand began to slap, as if it would imprint itself on Angela's pretty little face in the next second.

"Hehehe..." Angela couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Little brother, you should look behind you. Don't you realize I'm stalling for time?"

Chapter Forty-Five: Freezing

The instant Angela finished speaking, Mir felt something binding him. The feeling of that thing was awful, like someone throwing a lump of mud down your collar in winter and then slapping you hard across the back.

Mir immediately wanted to turn his head to see what it was. Normally, a person would first turn their head to see what it was, but Mir was different. The doll's body allowed his joints to twist abnormally, so under Angela's horrified expression, he turned his neck 180 degrees.

Mir finally saw the thing binding him—a lump of mud whose substance was indistinguishable. This lump of mud had no specific shape, constantly writhing, and no specific color, its color constantly changing. Its texture had already been described earlier; now it was wedged between Mir's joints, rendering him immobile.

Strangely, Mir could clearly sense the gaze of this unidentified substance; this thing was actually alive!

Unfortunately, Mil couldn't identify the creature, probably due to his limited knowledge.

At this moment, Mir was in a very difficult situation. He was unable to move because his joints were stuck, but the lump of mud also seemed unable to move freely, as most of its body was used to cover Mir.

"Quickly, take this knife and kill him. Once this knife is infused with magic, it can unleash power equivalent to a D-rank spell." The mud, whose gender and age were indistinguishable, spoke from somewhere, gesturing for Angela to retrieve a small knife stuck in his body.

Angela didn't hesitate at all. She pulled the knife from the mud and slashed at Mir without any hesitation.

but……

Thirty slashes, thirty-five stabs, and sixty-three critical hits.

This attack completely stunned the three people present. Angela hadn't infused the knife with magic; she seemed to be just an ordinary person without any magic.

Like I said before, luckily I'm thick-skinned, otherwise I might have been killed instantly by this combo (lol).

The three are now in a stalemate. The Mud Monster is unable to move because it is binding Mir, and Mir is also unable to move because it is bound. The only one who can move is being held by the arm by Mir and cannot escape, and attacks are ineffective against him.

"I should have known better than to be reckless!" That was Mil's only thought at that moment. He should have called someone else first, but the urge to show off led him to give a commentary after capturing Angela. Now that he thought about it, that move was incredibly stupid.

He tried casting a fireball to burn the lump of mud, but the mud was not affected at all; in fact, it grew even larger. Angela, on the other hand, screamed in agony from the intense heat.

"Help! Carlo! Sac! Summer Night! Anyone who comes, please come and save me!" This guy shamelessly started yelling for help.

At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had been lazy and hadn't learned more useful magic. Now, he didn't even have a magic to escape his predicament and could only cry for help.

……

Carlo and Sac were standing on a high tower overlooking the entire city of Ur. Due to the ban, there were few people on the streets late at night. If anything unusual happened, their eyesight would be good enough to spot it in time, but whether they could get there in time was another matter.

"Hey! The culprit has appeared!" Sack called out to Carlo.

"Huh? Where?"

Sack pointed in a direction for Carlo to see.

"That kid Mil is chasing and playing with him. The guy's disguise has been removed. I don't know what Mil was thinking. He caught the murderer but didn't notify us first. He was chatting with the criminal there."

Carlo squinted and looked, unable to make out the killer's appearance clearly, but at least it wasn't a complete black mass anymore.

"Call the others first. We're the closest to him, so let's go there first."

After saying that, Sack carried Carlo on his back and floated down from the tower, and Carlo made phone calls to others while being carried on his back.

The two weren't far from Mir. After a while, they saw Mir stuck to an unknown creature, his head rotated 180 degrees, staring at the sludge that was sticking to him. He was also holding a girl's arm, and the girl was frantically chopping at Mir's arm with a knife. It looked like she had been chopping for a while, and she had already cut a gash, about the depth of a paint chip off a figurine.

"What kind of performance art are you doing, kid? Did we disturb you?" Carlo's tone was extremely relaxed, not at all like someone whose companions were trapped.

"Can't you see I'm trapped? Come and save me! Otherwise, I'll wash your mouth with lubricant when we get back!"

Hearing Mil's threat, Carlo had no choice but to come and help, because the kid had indeed done it before.

"It's useless," the mud monster warned the three in its distinctive voice, "Physical attacks are ineffective against us, and even magical attacks..."

The mud monster didn't finish its sentence because Carlo's attack came before it could finish.

【freeze】

This isn't ordinary ice-based psychic energy; its essence is to freeze matter directly, which is fundamentally different from magic that creates ice. It's a very powerful ability, strong enough to freeze even magical energy. Furthermore, this skill is highly compatible with ice or water magic. Unfortunately, Carlo, being a shut-in and lazy, also lacks talent for learning magic, so he hasn't learned that many spells.

The effectiveness of freezing depends on the strength of the opponent. The higher the strength, the slower the freezing speed. In this case, defeating the opponent will break the frozen state. If the opponent's strength is too much greater, the effect will be negligible.

However, once someone is completely frozen, they cannot be unfrozen by the person himself unless he personally unfreezes them. Others who want to help the victim need to perform precise operations to do so. If left unattended, the person who froze the victim will remain frozen for about a month, even in their thoughts. The stronger the victim, the faster they can break free.

The Mud Monster, now entangled with Mil, could no longer focus on resisting Carlo's freezing. As a result, the fool's body was covered in frost, and he froze there, unable to move.

It must be said that Carlo's control is quite strong. Although the mud and Mir were entangled together, Mir was not affected by the freezing effect.

After the mud froze, Mir struggled slightly, and the mud broke into chunks.

"Hey? Isn't this the florist?" Carlo said, looking at Angela who was being held by Mil.

"So, does the murderer have anything else to say?" Mil stretched his joints, which had been stuck for a long time, and asked Angela with ill intent.

(This part can be interpreted as) comical.

Chapter Forty-Six: The Red Lake

When Angela saw that her only helper had died, she knew she had no way out. Her magic was borrowed, and she couldn't escape or fight back against these three guys.

"There's really no other way, I'll just go with you." Angela spread her hands, looking helpless.

However, after she finished speaking, she took advantage of the three people's relaxed vigilance and pulled out something that looked like pepper spray. This thing looked only the size of a palm, but it sprayed out a mist that covered the entire street. Carlo couldn't help but cough. Although Mir was a puppet, he was also affected to some extent and let go of Angela's hand.

Only Sak, being a member of the Soul Spirit race, was completely unaffected. He even used his abilities to purify the strange thing, and anything that could be purified by his abilities must not be a good thing.

"Stop her! Don't let her get away!"

After the fog cleared, Angela was no longer visible to the three of them.

"Damn it, I was careless again." Carlo slammed his fist against the wall in frustration.

“At least we know who the murderer is, right? Next, we can issue an arrest warrant.” Sack seemed relatively calm.

"So, can we go get some late-night snacks? I'm getting hungry." Mil's attitude was completely different from the other two. He didn't care much about catching the murderer; filling his stomach was more important.

However, right after he said those words, he suddenly felt something, as if something was directing him. He knew very well that his intuition was acting up again. He could have ignored it, but the feeling of suppressing it was unpleasant. He felt an itch in his heart, a feeling that was stronger than the usual trivial matters, as if it were urging him on.

Mil didn't know what his intuition was urging him to do; he only knew that if they didn't catch Angela soon, they would be in trouble, and trouble would obviously hinder his plan to eat.

"Tsk..." Although Mil wanted to prioritize eating, it wouldn't be good if anything could interfere with his eating.

"Come with me." With that, Mir ran forward first.

The other two, without suspecting anything, followed him. They had experienced the accuracy of this kid's intuition before when they teamed up with Mil. Once, they were trapped by the enemy in a labyrinth completed by ritual, with more than ten thousand traps waiting for them, but there was only one real route. Yet, they managed to safely walk out, relying solely on Mil's illogical intuition, without even seeing a trace of a trap.

Mir didn't rely on his abilities to run over, but instead maintained the same speed as the other two. His solo action just now had taught him a lesson, and it would be interesting if that happened again and the other two couldn't find his location.

The three, being psychic, were in good physical condition and soon arrived at the place guided by Mil's intuition—Ur City Park.

"Why here? Something doesn't feel right."

Mir ignored Carlo's words and walked straight toward the lake. The other two did not say anything more and followed him toward the lake.

When Sak saw the lake, he gasped in horror, because the lake was not normal, so abnormal that it was obvious at a glance.

The once calm lake water began to flow erratically and irregularly, and its color gradually turned into a blood-red hue, as if someone had added some kind of paint to it.

Mir and Carlo were unfazed. If they were frightened by such a sight, they might as well go back to the real world and grow purple sweet potatoes.

But Sack was different. When he saw this scene, it seemed to trigger some bad memories, which caused his rationality to drop drastically. He used his ability to purify himself several times in a row before he could alleviate the decline in his rationality.

"what happened to you?"

The other two noticed his unusual behavior, as his heavy breathing was quite obvious and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.