Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

"Although she is a dragon, she is still just a child. So you can call me prejudiced or say that I'm judging a dragon by human standards, but in short, I don't want her to be stained with too much human blood."

"That's quite gentle, Lady Satella. But if it's just you alone, are you confident you can handle so many of us? Four against one, the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable."

“Fighting isn’t about numbers.” Stopping about fifty meters away from Roswaal, Satella tilted her head and asked, “I heard that you’re the strongest mage on the entire continent, Roswaal, right?”

"I am unworthy of such honors. Being bestowed with the titles of 'Red,' 'Green,' and 'Yellow' is merely an honor bestowed upon me by the kingdom."

Red represents fire, green represents wind, and yellow represents earth. Being granted these three titles proves that Roswaal has reached an unparalleled pinnacle in the realm of these three magical elements.

but……

That's just the pinnacle of human potential.

"Since that's the case, then I'll show you magic that's comparable to that of a god."

As she said this, two crimson magic circles appeared in Satella's pupils, reflecting each other.

His voice and expression instantly became utterly indifferent.

"—Hostile nature, confirmed. Now, begin... analyzing the enemy's spellcasting, and... constructing the corresponding specific spell..."

The immense pressure conveyed by his words caused Roswaal to warily activate the magic circle behind him, and a surge of magical power began to stir.

"—Based on the information from the 103,000 grimoires in the 'Library,' the magic formula for breaking through the defense barrier was reverse-calculated... Failed. No magic matching the conditions was found. Preparations are underway to execute a specific spell to counter the intruders. The magic formula has been obtained."

"…………"

The girl began to sing—a "song" that was beyond the comprehension of the human mind.

"—!"

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The oppressive feeling emanating from the girl was indescribable, as if the entire space was glued shut, making it incredibly difficult to move.

In order to break free from this almost suffocating sense of oppression, Roswaal chose to strike first.

"Go to hell!"

It looked as if space itself had been torn apart, creating a rift, and a thick ribbon of fire, water, and wind magic scorched the air as it hurtled toward Satella.

then……

"Snapped!"

The magic was deflected.

"…………"

The girl was still singing, her voice like a nightingale's. Red light particles appeared behind her, eventually forming a pair of red wings, the color of which was more like blood than flames.

These wings, still in their rudimentary form, deflected Roswaal's magic, and with fully formed wings, the girl floated into the air.

The magnificent wings that appeared behind her stirred the breeze, her black dress fluttered gently in the wind, magic circles appeared in her red and purple eyes, and her snow-white skin appeared almost pale under the moonlight. At this moment, Satella possessed an almost otherworldly beauty.

Like an angel, yet also like a demon.

Then, he turned his head, and the magic circle in his pupils moved with it, staring at Roswaal and the others on the ground.

"—!"

In that instant, Roswaal suddenly had a feeling.

It's not theory, logic, reason, or even fallacy; it's something more fundamental, closer to instinct, that's calling out.

Although I don't know what those wings are, I have a feeling that if I looked at "it" even once, just from the front, all of Roswaal's existence would be destroyed.

"what……"

My body began to tremble.

"Attack with all your might!"

To dispel the fear in his heart, Roswaal roared.

"..."

Satella moved, gently flapping her wings.

Just so.

A storm was generated in space.

A storm of magic.

Ram and Rem, who had rushed forward bravely, were instantly sent flying backward. This was only because Satella showed mercy out of consideration for the original story.

Otherwise, like stones being crushed into dust, their flesh would be torn to shreds by the violent magic in an instant.

"—!"

Roswaal managed to defend himself with a sturdy wall made of earth magic, but even so, he was covered in cold sweat and groaning inwardly as he hid behind the wall.

"What the hell is this?!"

—This is not some weird thing, but Index's ability from "A Certain Magical Index".

Index, who was underestimated by many in the original work, is actually very strong, terrifyingly strong.

The crucial step to becoming a demon god is mastering 103,000 magic books, all of which Index has memorized. However, her own magic power is automatically absorbed by the books, so she cannot use magic.

If she could use magic normally, disregarding those few half-demon gods, she could almost be called the number one person below the demon gods.

Now, Satella, who uses the system's abilities to utilize Index's power, discovers that the 'Automatic Scripture' is now merely an aid, and she can completely control this power.

"…………"

Satella began to sing again, and amidst Roswaal's trembling expression, her incomprehensible voice once more resounded in this space.

The surrounding matter, like light particles, gathered together to form a floating Western sword.

The Sword of Harvest God.

A sword of immense power, capable of even fighting automatically.

In Norse mythology, there is no legend that the sword was ever defeated. Ragnarok did not destroy it. Even the chief god Odin or Thor could only fight the sword to the point of mutual destruction.

Holding the sword, Satella swung it in front of her.

He wasn't aiming at any object; he was just swinging the sword forward, essentially slashing at the air.

but……

"—!"

He was completely unable to move—not because fear had robbed him of his strength, but because his body was completely imprisoned by something of a higher level. Roswaal could only watch helplessly as Satella unleashed a brilliant sword strike at him.

Ultimately, the invisible slash did not hit Roswaal, but struck the mountain behind him.

And so, as if it had never existed, the mountain vanished. No evidence of its existence—not even broken rocks or scattered dust—was left behind.

"It's...it's a lie, right?"

Ram and Rem, who had just gotten up from the ground, clung to each other as if all the warmth had been stolen from them, their bodies trembling with fear.

Dozens of meters away from his original position, Roswaal lay on the ground, exhausted, panting heavily.

Then, turning her head, she shouted at the mansion, "Beatles! If you don't do something soon, you can expect to be collecting my corpse!"

"...That was Betty's second move."

In response to his voice, a drill-shaped loli slowly appeared on the mansion's observation deck—Beatleth, a great spirit created by the witch of greed, Echidna, who wields the Yin attribute.

“Betty said she would only help you three times… and do you think Betty’s magic would work on Him?”

This was the harsh reality: Beatrice, who had been calmly observing from the sidelines, had come to the conclusion that her side was simply no match for Satella.

"Don't be ridiculous! How would you know if you didn't try?!"

A hysterical roar.

Roswaal's sole purpose in life was to slay the dragon and resurrect his beloved teacher. With this goal in mind, he endured humiliation and lived for hundreds of years.

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Now, because of Satella's existence, this wish is almost impossible to fulfill. Roswaal's ability not to completely break down is already a testament to his strong will, but even so, he has now completely lost his composure and is showing signs of becoming almost a madman.

"Don't you want to resurrect your mother? Don't you want to leave the Forbidden Library? For centuries, your 'Book of Wisdom' has remained unresponsive; the person you're waiting for will never come! ... Centuries of loneliness, centuries of endurance—have you ever considered breaking the contract by committing suicide? Rather than dying a pathetic death in the Forbidden Library, wouldn't it be better to die a glorious death with your last glimmer of hope?!"

"...Betty said she would only help you three times, out of consideration for you being Mother's disciple, and it would never involve anything else...Betty wouldn't be as ruthless as you!"

Even though her inner feelings were completely exposed, the little girl, biting her upper lip and on the verge of tears, still answered in the same way. Then, following her promise to Roswaal, she released magic towards Satella.

Author's Note:

PS1. Thanks to Wanling Fantasy, Shub.Nicholas, ForceR.X, Mushiyu, Liangshuibuleng, Mouli for the razor blades, and please call me Erha for the 40 razor blades.

P.S. 2. This chapter has 4,000 words. Although it still seems abruptly cut off, it's really not that the author, Ji, wanted to cut it off. There are still 2,000 words to go, and if I released them all at once, I wouldn't need to update tomorrow...

PS3. To address some questions you might have beforehand, such as why Satella has a flawed version of Imagine Breaker and can still use magic, it's because I've set it up so that 'personal abilities' and 'system abilities' scores don't interfere with each other. Also, in the anime, the Auto Book wasn't destroyed by Touma Kamijou.

PS4. I'm humbly asking for some recommendation votes. Recently, my book collections have been increasing by more than 500 every day, but my recommendations haven't increased at all since a week ago. My friends say that my book collections are dead. I'm so worried. Does this mean that not many people are actually reading my book?

Chapter 49 Satella's Wrath

Beatrice, standing on the observation deck, was undoubtedly within the estate's grounds, and the source of her magic was precisely this estate.

In other words, Beatrice, who was inside the mansion, was at her strongest at this moment.

"call--"

Her petal-like eyes were slightly heavy. Although the elf named Beatrice did not have Roswaal's [Magic Blessing], her status as a great elf gave her a unique advantage in Yin magic.

Over four hundred years of research have even given rise to magic outside the system's capabilities—magic that shouldn't exist within it.

"It exists in a fixed state!"

"—!"

In that instant, time, space, and even Satella herself were frozen in place.

However, a closer comparison of Satella and Beatrice's current situations reveals that Beatrice, who is struggling to maintain the magic, is having a much harder time than Satella.

"Now's the time—"