Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life Chapter 419

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Chapter 419: Dark Demon’s Stroke of Genius

"Perhaps it's due to the limitations of ritual crafting. After all, not many precious materials are used."

Dark didn't pay much heed to the strength of this magical spirit card and simply took a look at it through the magic energy feedback.

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　　[Card name: Vampire Fraulein]

　　[Type: spirit card]

　　[Level: ✪✪✪✪✪✪✪]

　　[Race: undead-type]

　　[Attribute: shadow-type]

　　[Magic energy: 3500]

　　[Attack: 3200]

　　[Defense: 2500]

　　[Ultimate: Vampire Arcana(吸血鬼秘仪), Vampire Fangs(吸血鬼獠牙), Blood Sacrifice(鲜血祭祀), Death’s Embrace(死亡初拥)]

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In 《Yu-Gi-Oh》, [Vampire Fraulein] was a 5-star monster card with excellent effects. In terms of appearance, it wasn't much different from this magical spirit card Dark had crafted.

But by now, the fact that he crafted characters from the series in his previous life would no longer surprise Dark.

Even with the four ultimates, he merely took a glance and then stopped paying attention to it.

The original purpose of turning Ophelia Bullard into a card was to save her. The crafting itself was just a means of saving her life.

Of course, if this magic card could still be used after Ophelia Bullard's soul and consciousness were transferred, he would be happy to keep it.

After all, this was a 7-star magic card. Within Dark's deck, only Bastemon could compare with it.

But at the moment, the top priority was to summon her.

"Summoning a 7-star magical spirit, huh?"

Dark turned around and scanned his magical spirits one by one.

"Moo moo!"

Miltank stepped forward to volunteer.

Normally, to summon a third-tier magical spirit through sacrifice, there had to be at least one second-tier magical spirit as a base.

The only second-tier magical spirits still on the scene were Miltank, Leomon, and Honedge.

"Hawcha!"

[7-4=3]

Hawlucha, who had done a quick calculation, suddenly swooped down from the sky.

Dark nodded and began the tribute summoning.

"In the name of Dark Demon, with [Miltank] and [Hawlucha] as tributes, I hereby summon [Vampire Fraulein]!"

As the two magical spirits amounting to 7 stars turned into light, a huge tribute summoning array appeared in front of everyone.

White Gawd stared at the gradually beaming tribute summoning array with great anticipation.

Having successively experienced both great joy and sorrow in such a short period of time, he couldn't wait to rush over and give Ophelia Bullard a tight hug the moment she appeared.

However, when Ophelia Bullard really emerged from the tribute summoning array, he unexpectedly froze in place.

Although one could still see a faint shadow of Ophelia Bullard in her facial features, the vampire lady holding a black parasol was completely different in both stature and age.

Her dainty and innocent look was clearly of a girl fifteen or sixteen years of age, and her long cherry blossom-like pink hair exuded a dreamy and illusory aura, making her look as though she was an exalted noble lady who had walked out of a fairy tale castle—if you ignored the pair of scarlet eyes and pitch-black bat wings.

In front of so many people, White certainly couldn't pounce on such a girl.

And Ophelia Bullard, who ultimately survived even though she was determined to die and had even said her last words, also felt quite embarrassed upon facing her son.

In the end, the touching reunion scene between mother and son did not happen.

"Ophelia!"

Professor Silver's solemn voice interrupted the meeting between mother and son.

As Ophelia Bullard turned to face the professor who believed in her, the embarrassment on her face grew even stronger.

Now that she had been crafted into a magical spirit, her absolute loyalty to the demon king that resulted from the embrace had completely disappeared. When she recalled all the bad things she had done not so long ago, she couldn't help but drown in remorse.

At this moment, she really wanted to find a bottomless hole to crawl into and bury her head in the sand.

"Professor."

Dark suddenly interjected, "Professor Silver, let's do the interrogation when we get back."

Upon hearing this, Professor Silver openly glanced at Ryan Hex.

Professor Hex rubbed his nose, his eyes darting around as he spoke, "Don't look at me, I don't know anything."

But Professor Silver earnestly told him, "Thanks to Professor Hex, this night passed without any serious mishap."

In fact, Professor Ryan Hex played a very important role in this ritual. If he hadn't been there to look after the students, Silver wouldn't have felt this reassured.

Ryan Hex let out a couple of laughs and said, "No, I’m a professor after all."

Professor Silver nodded and said, "Once we get out, I’ll have to trouble Professor Hex again. I hope you can bring Tom Nixon to the infirmary. I’ll send White and the others back to the dormitory."

Ryan Hex immediately patted his chest and replied, "No problem."

Thereupon, Professor Silver pointed at the Ferris wheel, and a breeze instantly surged up, carrying down the unconscious Tom Nixon.

At this time, Dark had already started packing up his magic cards.

He first recalled the magical spirits back into their cards one by one, leaving only Leomon by his side, and then released DemiDevimon from the [Curse Cage].

With just [Leomon] and [Vampire Fraulein] left, the magic energy consumption was something he could still afford.

Then, he waited for Professor Silver to bring Tom Nixon down before dispelling [Wonderland].

In this way, the entire hall once again became empty.

Ophelia Bullard suddenly reminded, "The ritual has already ended, so this demon king castle will not last for long."

Professor Silver nodded and told her, "Handle your own body."

Ophelia Bullard closed her parasol, bashfully shuffled to the blood magic circle, and then picked up her own body.

"Mom, I can..." White hurriedly trotted over, wanting to help.

Ophelia Bullard shyly replied, "No need, I can do it myself."

After becoming a magical spirit, she discovered that her physical strength had been enhanced. It took no effort for her to carry her own body.

It was just that the feeling of holding your own body was a bit weird.

……

"In the name of Sarah Silver, magic summon—[Windstorm Carpet(暴风魔毯)]!"

Following Professor Silver's chanting, a magic carpet that seemed to have flown out of 《Aladdin》 appeared in front of everyone.

The difference was that this [Windstorm Carpet] was wider, and had a raging storm continuously howling underneath.

"Come on up, everyone," said Professor Silver.

The group boarded the magic carpet one after another.

No one spoke along the way.

In this atmosphere, even Ophelia Bullard and White Gawd couldn’t say a word.

After they left, the demon king’s castle—the center of the ritual—collapsed with a loud bang. All the dangers and obstacles along the way turned into magic energy dust.

Amidst the deafening rumbles, the hastily constructed ritual finally came to an end.

On top of the spiral clock tower, Professor Medea walked out of the pumpkin carriage.

She lowered her head and looked down at the quiet castle, took in a deep breath, and let the cold air pour into her mouth and nose, seeping deep into her lungs.

"What a good omen!"

……

Whoosh——

After hauling everyone out of the secret passage, Windstorm Carpet braked to a stop in the corridor.

Professor Silver then got off the magic carpet, followed by the others in succession.

She turned back and did a simple fix to the entrance of the secret passage, planning to set aside some time to reseal it later.

Then she turned to look at Ryan Hex and said, "Professor Hex, Tom..."

"Leave it to me!" Ryan Hex immediately gave his words.

Then, he carried Tom Nixon and swiftly walked away.

Looking at Ryan Hex's prosthetic leg, Professor Silver couldn't help shaking her head while remarking, "It seems that Cazer's craftsmanship is really good."

With this, the only ones who needed to be taken care of were White and Robert.

Up until now, White and Robert actually still knew nothing about the ritual.

But Silver didn't plan on explaining it to them either.

"Let's go to the tower of Knight House first."

After saying this, Professor Silver led the way to the tower of Knight House.

In the wee hours of the night, the castle was exceedingly quiet, making their footsteps echo inside the passage.

With Professor Silver easily dismissing all the patrolling golems they came across, they soon arrived in front of the tower of Knight House.

Accompanied by a professor, White and Robert would not be locked outside due to the curfew.

But before entering the gate, White suddenly turned around and asked, "Professor, can I come along with you?"

With a stern look, Professor Silver shook her head.

At last, White let out a sigh, longingly gazing at Ophelia Bullard.

Silver's heart softened, prompting her to say, "Since Ophelia has already returned, you two will have plenty of time to meet. Go back and have a good rest. You don't have to come to the first summoning class."

Pursing his lips, White vigorously nodded and walked into the gate of the tower of Knight House.

As the gate closed, Ophelia Bullard, who had been staring at White, finally retracted her gaze.

"Alright, it's your turn now." Silver fiercely glared at her and said, "Follow me!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and waved. Thereafter, a Wind Spirit flew out and circled around the three of them.

The breeze then blew up, slowly lifting them into the air. Soon, they flew to the highest point of the castle—the top of the spiral clock tower.

Medea had been eagerly waiting for them. She walked towards Ophelia Bullard, but after taking half a step, she exclaimed in surprise, "Leah, how did you become like this?"

Ophelia Bullard once again awkwardly looked to the side, unable to hide her shame.

"Let's go inside the carriage first." Professor Silver pointed at the carriage, and the four people entered the pumpkin carriage one after another.

Despite already looking spacious enough from the outside, after entering it, one would find that the pumpkin carriage was even more spacious inside, almost three times larger than what it looked like on the outside.

As Dark observed the space inside the carriage with some curiosity, he recalled Leomon into its magic card, leaving only DemiDevimon to accompany him.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After telling him to take a seat, Professor Medea took out her wand and flicked it. A teapot and several teacups thereby flew over, moving on their own to pour the tea.

As the sweet aroma of black tea wafted out, the atmosphere inside the carriage eased up a little.

Dark picked up the teacup, blew on it, took a small sip, and then quietly waited for the trial to begin.

Ophelia Bullard sat by herself opposite them, lowering her head like a child who had done something wrong.

Professor Silver solemnly said, "Let's get straight to the point. What have you done using [The Great Prophecy]?"

Ophelia Bullard’s chin nearly stuck to her chest. "Letting the demon king escape?"

"That's it?" Professor Silver frowned and asked, "And then to atone for your sins, you chose to take your own life?"

Ophelia Bullard explained with difficulty, "There's no other choice. In fact, I had already been transformed into a servant of the demon king when I was in Bastille Prison. Everything I did must be out of loyalty to him."

Professor Medea suddenly raised her hand and questioned, "Wait, are you sure you’ve succeeded?"

Ophelia Bullard slowly said, "I used the ritual and [The Great Prophecy] to create a possibility, but it requires the cooperation of the demon king himself."

Professor Medea responded, "In other words, you went to such great lengths just to create an opportunity for him to kill himself?"

Ophelia Bullard lowered her head and said, "You can understand it that way."

The carriage became a little silent due to this answer.

Dark suddenly asked, "So, did the demon king kill himself?"

Ophelia Bullard’s head sank even lower. "He did."

"This will be very tricky to deal with." Leaning back into the chair, Medea crossed her arms and said, "If what you said is true, then the holy church should be in an uproar by now, right? Well, do you have anything else to say?"

Ophelia Bullard briskly raised her head, her scarlet eyes radiating with excitement. "When I was about to die, I could feel that the demon king had accepted the 'fate' I created for him, but the ritual didn’t end after that."

She turned to look at Dark and earnestly said, "By continuing and adjusting the ritual, Dark Demon had not only saved me, but also created a brand new 'fate' for the demon king."

Silver frowned and said, "Don't keep learning things from Medea, just speak clearly."

Beside her, Dark had a flash of insight and seemed to realize something.

Ophelia Bullard promptly explained, "To put it simply, the demon king was originally completely sealed. He didn't even have the chance to kill himself—but then I created an opportunity for him. Naturally, he would accept it and choose to kill himself. But because there’s a continuation to the ritual, after committing suicide, he will have to follow its subsequent trajectory and bear the same fate. In other words, in the process of transferring into his vessel, he’ll also encounter a fate similar to 'one’s sense of self being worn away'. However, he’s not as lucky as me..."

Ophelia Bullard looked at Dark and gratefully said, "Although I don't know how Dark did it, it’s definitely not an ordinary method. Without his help, the demon king will definitely fall into dire straits due to the influence of the ritual, such as losing his memory, or simply becoming a fool!"

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