“How much longer are you going to be playing with your sister? Get over here and join in the real battle!” Witch rasped, realizing the tide was turning and seeking aid from the moron woman.

“I’m having too much fun playing with S’yne. I can’t be worrying about you too. Do you want me to unleash S’yne on you?” the moron answered, pointing at Miyaji and Armor. “S’yne is skilled at capturing her foes. With your half-assed weapons, forget performances! You’ll just be sitting ducks.”

“That’s when you show us how strong you are!” Witch countered.

“Right! Time to prove you’re strong enough to give us orders!” Armor added. They were such a whiney bunch! As soon as they started losing, this was what happened? Likely feeling much the same as me, the moron woman gave a sigh.

“You poor fools. What is there for you if you can’t overcome this? Might is right, correct? Can relying on someone else when you get into trouble truly be called strength?” the moron continued. I wasn’t really down with that way of saying things—but this was coming from one who had to rely on others all the time!

“You worthless woman! I’ll make you pay for this later!” Miyaji spat, all theatricality gone from his voice. So this was the real Miyaji. It wasn’t like he’d done a good job of hiding it. “Time to play my true trump card! Hero’s Melody has nothing on this! Come on!”

“Of course! All for Master Hidemasa!” one of his women said, then turned into a semitransparent spirit and covered Miyaji.

“I really didn’t want to have to do this,” Miyaji commented. A strange pressure filled the chamber. They were about to unleash something. “You rabble surely don’t know the correct way to use a spirit, so now I’m going to tell you. This is the correct way to use the power of a spirit and a human!” Miyaji said triumphantly . . . and then lightning rained down around him.

Chapter Thirteen: Forced Possession

Chapter Thirteen: Forced Possession

All of a sudden, I heard one of Miyaji’s women screaming. Miyaji shouted out her name, but I couldn’t hear it.

Then the door behind Miyaji opened, the one Glass had gone through, and Shildina came into the room.

“Master Hidemasa! I’m sorry!” a spirit woman overlapping Shildina, just like Miyaji, whined. This one had a pained expression on her face.

“Quit resisting,” Shildina said. The woman moaned again. “Are you okay, sweet Naofumi.” Shildina ignored the enraged Miyaji and instead directed her attention at us.

“We’re not badly hurt. What’s that though?” I asked her.