Taosl is a tycoon, and while it's fun to watch the adorable SD characters bustle around and work, it's also essential to develop them.
The process of developing your characters is also an integral part of the game.
The process is fairly free-form, and many things about your slaves change depending on how you raise them. Personality, skills, traits, characteristics, etc.
Mirabelle was one of those slaves.
An unawakened witch.
Mirabelle the Apprentice Witch.
Like Eve, who evolves accordingly when given an attribute stone, she awakens as a different witch depending on the route.
Each route has different specs and different spells to use, but the build with the highest point total is [Calamity Bringer: Mirabelle, the Witch of Revenge].
True to her name, she is capable of wiping out entire nations with her magic, and that's what happens when you focus on her evil tendencies.
The low point is now an affectionate witch.
Just a cuteness one-two punch.
She's a support type who's inferior in combat but has a nasty buff in Tycoon Sales, so you can leave the dungeon pushing to other characters.
"But what's that?
[Reaper's Agent: Mirabelle, Witch of Judgment] "What is that?
The Witch of Judgment?
I've raised Mirabelle in every possible build, but I've never seen anything like that.
With every step she takes, thunder cracks in the dry sky and birds plummet to the ground.
In the center of all this chaos, Mirabelle walks effortlessly.
"What the hell kind of magic did you make her learn? Are you sure she's not just another mage?"
Myra yells from the side, but I can't hear her.
Myra's head was spinning just thinking about what went wrong and how.
Whatever it was, I had to stop Mirabelle from going on a rampage. This would lead to her destruction.
Delopin's wizards fire magic at Mirabelle, but she simply draws a celestial oath in the air and the magic dissipates like smoke.
In her other hand, the spellbook flies open. A circle of ominous, indigo-blue magic rises from it, and white mochi-like things slip out of it over the mages' heads.
They look like spirits.
The wizards fall to their knees in a heap.
I immediately raised my fist in triumph.
"Haha! Do you think our Mirabelle will be so favored?"
"Who do you think you're cheering for!"
Oh, I didn't realize it.
I turn my thoughts back.
Mirabelle's sudden outburst. I suspect the cause is that witch. I need to get that thing out of her hands.
"We need to get rid of the Tome, and you have the majority stake, so please cooperate."
"Why do I have a bigger share? You gave me the book, so it's your fault!"
"It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't come after me, and didn't you say you were going to get the tome back? You should take it."
"Oh, well, we can bicker about that later. She's your slave, don't you have a contract or something? How can I stop her with a command?"
"How can I force a cute slave to... is a joke. It doesn't work."
Mirabelle is in denial.
"You'd have to be at least as good as my skill level to control a slave at will.
It works fine with the slaves, but not with Mirabelle, who is now awake.
Furthermore, Mirabelle's magical abilities are among the strongest in the world. This means she is also the most resistant to magic.
Since my skills are classified as magic, they are no match for Mirabelle.
'That's why I put all kinds of restrictions on slaves who are usually difficult to control.
Shackled.
Pierced.
Branded.
And sealed so that she can only manipulate magic when her master wants her to.
Some slaves need to be branded afterward, but never Mirabelle. As a slave lover, how could I do that to Mirabelle, I can't. I can't.
"What a crappy relationship. Anyway, we just need to get rid of that witchcraft book, right?"
"No violence."
"No violence."
A golden circle appears at Myra's feet. She puts her weight on her foot and puts it down with a thud, and the circle bounces up and wraps around her like a hula hoop.
Then the circle shatters like glass, turning into golden shards that seep into Myra. The surface of Myra's body glimmers with a golden sheen as the shards are absorbed.
"Julius!"
"Yes, Priest."
"I'll deal with her, just keep the casualties to a minimum."
"I will comply."
The paladin called Julius left his seat and joined the lord's knights.
"Whoa...."
Myra spat out a thick breath of air.
She took a moment to savor her divinely enhanced body, then bent her knees.
Kwang!
It shot out like a cannonball.
"Kek!"
The shockwave sent me rolling several times across the floor, covering me in dirt.
In an instant, Myra was closing in on Mirabelle. She clashed with Mirabelle's shield, sending golden sparks flying in all directions.
"Is that power control...."
I scramble to my feet and collect myself.
I'd blamed Myra for the blunder, but it wouldn't stop an awakened Mirabelle.
Besides, you can't leave a slave's problems to someone else.
A slave's problems are the master's to solve.
Mirabelle felt exhilarated.
The magic of veteran wizards, honed over decades of practice, turned to dust.
The fearful clerics are stunned into submission by a single spell, and Myra, the priestess, struggles but poses no threat.
Even her divine power punch fails to make a dent in the shield.
Alas, what has she been afraid of all this time?
This is also thanks to your grace.
"This is the punishment for grabbing His arm."
A celestial vow of light.
Hundreds of indigo beams of light cut through hundreds of orbits, rushing toward Myra.
A force to be reckoned with.
Myra compresses her holy power and releases it in one swift motion, parrying the attack. The holy explosion shatters Mirabelle's magic.
"Hmph, hmph...."
Myra gasps.
Karami had told her she shouldn't hit Mirabelle, and Myra didn't want to hit the cute girl, but she was worried that she was really performing.
"Who cares about who.
I can't even get close enough to her to hit her, so I can't grab the Tome.
I'm on the verge of running out of divine power, and I don't know what happened to the amount of magic I've consumed. Mirabelle's magic hasn't seemed to slow down despite all of her spells.
"Kid, why are you a slave, when you can kill your master with that much power?"
Mirabelle's voice is chilling.
It's enough to crush the atmosphere, and the spirit creature's head hits the floor.
"Ugh!"
Looking down at Myra writhing like an insect on the floor, Mirabelle spoke in a low tone.
"You would have, because you clerics return favor with enmity."
"What...?"
"They think they're the best, they think their god is all-powerful, and all they do is stand by and watch."
Mirabelle's gaze and voice, as she turned to Myra, were sharpened with open hostility. As if she were looking at something repulsive.
What could have made the child this way.
The darkness in the girl's eyes, Myra could not fathom.
"By comparison, my master travels the world saving poor slaves, and he is far greater than any god you believe in."
"Oh, that's not true~"
"You still don't know my master's greatness, so I'll let you know on this occasion. You too can find true liberation...."
While Mirabelle was aiming at Myra with her Heavenly Oath, a person entered her vision in the distance.
It was Karami, Mirabelle's master, and he was strolling away from the disaster-strewn city.
"Master?"
Mirabelle called out, but Karami didn't look back. Nor did he stop walking. As if he didn't care what happened to Mirabelle.
In response, Mirabelle forgot they were in the middle of a battle and ran up to Karami at a trot, her lips curling into a smile at the thought of being praised.
"Master, where are you going, I'm almost done, please be patient!"
"...."
"Master?"
Karami said nothing. He doesn't even look at Mirabelle when she peeks out from beside him.
Mirabelle senses that something is wrong. When she finally meets Karami's gaze, Mirabelle's face flushes with color, but quickly freezes as she realizes that his expression is cold.
"My lord, my lord...?"
"When did I tell you to do this?"
"What?"
"I don't recall telling Miss Mirabelle to raze the city to the ground."
"I, I noticed your will and tried to fulfill it faithfully...."
"Ha...."
Karami lets out an irritated sigh, and Mirabelle's shoulders slump.
"You've gotten out of hand, and now I, your master, have to bear the brunt of the blame, so I'm afraid I'll have to postpone my public appearances and the freeing of the slaves."
"What?"
"All because of you, Miss Mirabelle. So many slaves have been deprived of their freedom."
No words came out of Mirabelle's mouth. She forgot to breathe and looked up at Karami with anxious eyes.
Karami stares at Mirabelle with a blank stare, then slowly reaches for her throat.
"I can no longer find it worthwhile to enslave you."
With a snap, he unlocked the shackles around Mirabelle's neck and flung them away. The shackles rolled across the ground.
"You are disqualified as a slave. You may now do as you please."