244 Too loved by my possessive younger sister to have a proper conversation

Hmm.

Even if I were to try to charm her, can I really establish a normal conversation with this younger sister, given my complete lack of social skills?

Honestly, I'm not confident.

And judging from her usual behavior while under surveillance, her social skills aren't exactly high either.

She's a mother complex with a yandere tendency.

Isn't it already difficult enough to communicate with a normal person?

Now you're asking me to do it?

Seems impossible.

— Thinking this for just a hundredth of a second.

My younger sister took action.

Draw! Magic card activated!

...Just said it out loud for the sake of it.

My younger sister activated magic.

Hmm?

This is Poison Magic.

And it's fairly high-level.

She definitely intended to kill.

Poison mist filled the room.

That level of magic won't work on me, though.

"Huuu!"

Ah, no.

Natsume is making a breathing sound unlike his usual self.

He's dying. Dying.

I'll dispose of him someday, but I can't have him die now.

Intervene in the magic's construction—deconstruct.

Poison Magic is a fully original spell, system-generated, but deconstructing it is within my capabilities.

I can't use it myself, though.

It's strange—being unable to use something I once could.

Almost nostalgic.

"Huu, huu!"

Oh no, he's dying.

I treat him, watching him gasp like a carp stranded on land.

My younger sister lunges in, dagger in hand.

This is bad.

Her intent to kill is too strong.

Well, that blade won't reach me anyway.

“Eh!?”

Her body freezes in an unnatural stillness.

Yes, invitation to the spider’s web.

She is ensnared by the silk I’ve stretched before my eyes, utterly immobilized.

Capture complete.

Then—this one surprises me.

She realizes instantly that she cannot move. And despite the threads being invisible, she seems to sense they are impossibly fine.

Cold radiates from her body.

Can she use ice magic, too?

Attempting to freeze my threads, shatter them, break free.

Regrettable.

No one in this world, except black, could possibly break free from my current threads.

The black is currently half-imprisoned in another dimension.

Thus, escape is impossible.

Back when I was not yet divine, those threads were vulnerable to ice, yes.

Fufufu.

Do not think of my thread as mere thread.

To me, thread and poison are synonymous—thread is essential to my identity.

I do not neglect refinement of the thread.

The current thread has already transcended half of physical reality. It is half-phenomenal, half-material, a substance of hybrid space and matter.

You may not understand fully from that alone. In essence, it is akin to constructing a miniature, thread-shaped world.

Destroying this thread requires spatial annihilation. Pure physical force or magic alone cannot achieve it.

Theoretically, destruction is possible with only basic force—but only if one possesses the physical power of a super vegetable being.

Even as the room’s temperature drops sharply, my thread remains unfrozen.

She shifted her target to me, having concluded it was impossible to freeze the thread further.

A small ice spear formed before her eyes and was launched.

Incidentally, the distance between me and my sister was barely a meter.

At this range, a magical attack normally would be impossible to evade.

Normally, that is.

"Wha—!?"

She flinched in surprise.

All I did was open my eyes.

The ice spear, hurtling at high speed, shattered harmlessly.

Apparently, the Eye of the Heretic has been overdeveloped.

The sub-entities continually refined it for greater power, resulting in an excessive accumulation of functions.

One of them: automatic interception of attacks entering the field of view.

This function, an application of repulsive inverted eyes, automatically negates any attack entering my field of view—regardless of my intent.

Moreover, my field of view is an application of透视, with no blind spots.

Thus, any attack from any direction can be intercepted.

This could result in catastrophic collateral damage if attack calculations misfire.

Imagine repelling a direct charge from the Demon King himself, using physical contact.

Still, I manually disable the function during moments of closed eyes—so no issue.

“Huh!?!”

Oops.

Did Function Two’s fear-inducing effect activate too effectively?

My apologies.

My gaze is clearly too overwhelming for my inexperienced younger sister.

Even Argnar, an elite of the Demon Clan, was subdued by this fear.

Too intense for a child.

Ah…

I’ve gone too far.

Well, this room belongs to Natsume, and Natsume will clean it anyway. No matter.

Even when I was a Vampire Child, I chose not to see it.

Let it be done.

Ah, Natsume-kun, you're alive?

Not frozen to death?

She kicks the body lying near her feet lightly.

A groan, faintly resembling one, was emitted—indicating survival.

Yes, cheap if they don’t die.

The younger sister is bound with thread, unable to move, shaking her head in tiny motions as if resisting.

Ah… did I just imprint this trauma completely?

Well then, that’ll do.

It is faster to make someone listen through fear than through words.

Those who act before speaking—first with hands, not words.

No, really—what is this child like?

Coming to kill without warning.

Is that it?

Was it because I shielded the target, Natsuyama-kun?

I don’t want this anymore—

Yamada-kun, your sister is far more extreme and dangerous than you think.

Be careful not to get stabbed in the future?

No, actually, pretty serious.