Avoid Yandere Constellation

We go back in time a bit.

I looked at the item in the cash shop.

The item is none other than a phantom alter ego.

It is an item similar to the Birg’s special skill.

However, if there is a difference, this alter ego can talk and it is possible to be seen by those who are not on their guard rather than just being an alter ego.

Of course. The only disadvantage is that the opponent must be completely unwary, and the magic, holiness, aura and magical energy must not be high.

And if they are even 0.1% on guard, it is impossible to make them see them.

If you look at Birg’s behavior last time, he is clearly caught off guard.

I don’t know much about him, but after Birg killed me, he put on a look that psychopaths would.

That’s all you need to see is that he’s completely unguarded.

Not only that, Birg only specializes in assassinations. His magical power is probably not very high.

The proof of this is the fact that he was only able to summon one of his own alter-ego techniques last time.

Looking at all this, that guy must have excellent skills and assassination, but only infinitely little magic power.

I turned my gaze to the wiretap exclusively available in cash items this time.

Unlike the one he uses, this wiretap even has a recording function.

This could be used as evidence against him in the church.

The preparations are perfect. With trembling hands I purchased two items.

[500 points consumed].

The 500 points gained from my death flew before my eyes.

But.

Where do these come from?

Just as I was wondering. An item purchased in mid-air appeared at the right moment.

[The goddess of destiny sees your ability and is astonished.]

This is how it comes out.

I just expected someone to bring it to me naturally or something. It appeared as if the item was created out of thin air.

Huh. If this happens, the constellation will become more interested in me again.

Now, looking at this situation alone, for her, I created the item out of thin air.

But I can’t help it. Right now is important, though.

Without this method, it would be almost impossible to avoid Birg’s assassination for me.

My image, not precisely Kane’s image, is that of a mere ruffian in the family, nothing more.

If I say that someone is after me, almost everyone will dismiss it as dog barking.

Of course, my personal maid, Riche, would believe me, but that doesn’t guarantee that she could win unconditionally against Birg.

And it is better if I just settle the matter and take credit for the achievement. Only then will there be a high probability that I will not be kicked out of the family.

Maybe my family will spare me too.

Still, it would be better to call Riche just in case.

The probability needs to be maximized. Honestly, even if everything else reverts with death regression, it does not mean that it reverts to the exact point.

And so when I have been deep in thought for a while. An eerie message arrives from the constellation.

[The goddess of destiny looks at you with a perverted smile].

No, don’t. Don’t look at me like that. Please…

***

After a while.

Riche looks at my identical alter ego with a face full of curiosity.

She looked intently, like a child discovering a toy she wanted.

[The goddess of destiny takes an intense interest in you].

Not only her, but the constellation has a similar reaction.

Of course, that constellation is more interested in me than in my alter ego.

Now, that means I’m doing this well, right?

For some reason, I thought I saw a future where I would be locked up and suffer a double death, but it must be an illusion.

I took out a notebook on my desk and wrote down the strategy.

-That thing identical to me is an item called a phantom alter ego. I’m going to use that to get that guy to let his guard down. Do you understand me so far?

Riche nodded at my question. I continued.

-When he’s caught off guard, you ambush him and stun him when he thinks that he has killed me. If that fails, kill him without hesitation. I’ll secure the evidence myself.

-Yes, I understand.

After the strategy meeting, I resumed massaging her in order to trick Birg…

…

Dawn arrived.

Riche checked Kane’s alter ego and cautiously opened the window.

A chilly wind blows. Her hot face cooled. She went outside and fanned herself with her hand.

‘Boochan. Why are you so good at massages?’

Kane seems to have mistakenly thought that Riche had deliberately made a funny voice to fool Birg, but that is not really the case.

She sincerely felt good with his massage and that’s why she made such an embarrassing sound.

‘Were my shoulders very stiff?’

Thinking so, she touched her shoulders for a while.

They certainly felt a lot lighter than before.

Thinking so, I looked at my over-bulging chest for a while.

‘…It must be the reason, I guess.’

Anyway, this is not important. Now we must concentrate on killing the assassin.

Riche followed Kane’s alter ego through the window with a determined look on her face.

‘Hmmm… it really resembles Boochan.’

I’ve been following Kane since I was a little and he doesn’t lie. His habits, his walk, even his moods are all the same.

I want him so much as to take him to my room and tie him up with a rope so he can’t escape. But I have no choice but to sacrifice that regrettable alter ego.

– I imagine it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try it once.

Riche, whose thoughts would surprise Kane if he were listening, was deeply troubled, but shook her head as if she didn’t mean that.

Let’s keep an eye on him with some regret that way. Behind the alter ego, Birg appeared as if he had been waiting for him.

…It’s obvious that that guy is an assassin.

Suddenly he remembered that Kane had questioned her today at the mansion.

Indeed, he had asked about Birg as soon as he entered the mansion.

‘… does that mean that the Boochan knew that Birg was the assassin from the very beginning?’

That makes sense. Starting with the fact that Kane’s sudden questioning of Birg’s identity, to the fact that he found a listening device hidden in the pillow.

If Kane had known from the beginning that Birg was an assassin from the church, the behavior he displayed at the mansion today would fit together.

‘How on earth did he know, by the way?’

Frankly speaking, the assassins of the David family, including myself, had not been able to find a spy of the Church Order.

No, they weren’t even sure there was one. Kane, however, knew information that they did not know before that.

If he did so, the odds were high that he also knew that David Family was trying to get rid of him. So that’s why Kane clearly told me to knock him out.

Of course I was told to kill him if failed, but the first priority was to knock him out.

He also said he’d secure the evidence himself.

Kane’s wits gave me goosebumps all over my body.

‘How far did Boochan see through me to? And don’t tell me he’s been to my room too?’

While Riche looked worried and rubbed her arms, which had goosebumps. Kane’s alter ego began to walk briskly.

Birg, who is chasing after him, is also chasing after him to match his footsteps.

‘…Why don’t you just kill him?’

I’m sorry to say this, but Kane’s abilities are honestly at a slightly better level than the average person’s.

Birg, an assassin of that caliber could have killed him more smoothly.

Let’s wait for now. Boochan told me to ambush him once he thinks Boochan is dead.

Riche watched the situation, holding back the desire to rip Birg to pieces and kill him right now.

Shortly afterwards, the alter found another Birg. Riche’s eyes widened when she saw it.

‘Two Birgs?’

For a while she couldn’t understand what was happening now, but she soon realized.

‘Is his skill an phantom alteration technique?’

It’s a fairly popular skill among assassins.

When I saw that one, it made sense why he didn’t kill Kane right away.

The phantom alter ego technique is at best only close to illusion. It’s impossible to kill someone.

The Kane I see now so far has given me renewed admiration for him.

This needs to be reported to the family head.

If I report the identity of the spy and Kane’s recent actions to the family head, he will not be kicked out of his house.

In addition, he won’t die by the assassins.

So I must not fail myself. If I do, Kane’s plan will be wasted.

While I was musing about that. Birg kills Kane’s alter ego . At the same time, he gets excited and says something.

It is the moment when you think everything is over that you let your guard down the most.

Riche took the dagger covered in sleep anaesthesia from the holster attached to her magnificently fleshed thigh. Without hesitation, she poured magic into her hand and threw it into his arm.

Hmph!

That guy is so careless, just brushing against him would do quite a lot of damage.

As I prepare to rush in with such thoughts in mind, Birg avoids the dagger I throw at him by lowering his waist.

“What? Did he dodge it?”

Due to the unexpected variable, Riche’s expression turned as cold as ice.

‘No good. I’ll kill him.’

Thinking she had no choice, the moment Riche was about to kill him with her dagger.

-Slam!

Birg collapsed, staring at the red carpet on the floor.

What is it? Was he playing dead to make me drop my guard?

Alarmed, I kept my gaze fixed on the front.

….

……

But .

Contrary to expectations, Birg’s alter ego has already disappeared.

You mean he really fainted?

I don’t understand the situation now. Let’s take a closer look.

Tap – Tap

Someone is coming towards her. Soon Kane walks up to me with a smile.

“As expected. This guy fainted.”

“…What happened?”

“Hm? Ah, it’s no big deal. That alter ego has a mechanism that automatically creates an illusion when you die.”

“I see.”

Hearing him, Riche replied in a rather weak tone . Seeing this, Kane spoke as if she had misunderstood something.

“Yeah. Not because that’s why I don’t trust Riche. I also put this device on you in case you got hurt. The safer the better, right?”

“Thank you for your consideration. Boochan. So what about him then?”

“Hmmm. For now, we need to tie him up somewhere so he can’t escape. Then I think we can disclose it to my father tomorrow.”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll tie him up.”

Kane scratched his sideburns in embarrassment at Riche’s firm words.

Riche took the magic binding handcuffs and rope from the subspace ring and flipped Birg over to tie him up. (TL: The heck doing keeping them?)

“Boochan. Is this guy laughing?”

“Well, I guess he’s dreaming of a successful assassination.”

As such, the two tied Birg to magic handcuffs on his hands and ropes all over his body to prevent him from moving.

Next day.

“Huaam. It’s the same no matter where you sleep, even if the bed is really soft, you’ll be tired when you wake up.”

I sighed grumpily and raised my upper body, then went through the corridor in a daze.

I stepped into the nobles-only shower room in the mansion. I finished my shower quickly and went to my room again, feeling refreshed.

In front of the door, Riche is sitting still with her hands meekly clasped together.

“Riche, is something wrong?”

She turned her head and looked serious at my question.

“Boochan. The family head wants you to come to his room.”

“Alright. Let’s go now.”

I followed Riche’s lead, reaching for the recording device in my pocket.