Chapter 51: How About you Mimic Death!?

  (*Celia’s POV*)

  On top of this thing being stupidly powerful for a fug Mimic, fighting it in this tight dungeon with small halls, isn’t fun… Actually, I have lost so much damn HP from this thing… Sure, I just use healing magic, but I will run out of MP, eventually.

  Which wouldn’t be a problem, if I could do more than fug chip damage to it… I have been fighting it for an hour, but I’ve barely done 10,000 damage to it.

  Celia: “Velta! I choose you!” I yell after dodging an attack.

  Velta: “e again?” She asked with a fused tone.

  Celia: “e out and help me with this fug Mimic, please!” I plead.

  Velta: “No thanks. I am not a fighter, but a tricksy talker.” She denied.

  Celia: “Then what the Hell am I supposed to do!? I have barely damaged the damn thing…” I say with a defeated tone.

  Velta: “Use a big hammer? Frankly, the fact that you haven’t switched to blunt force attacks yet, just made me think that you had no way to do so. you?” She asked.

  Celia: “…”

  Mena, my loving daughter, please know that the gift you’ve given me a while back, which was a war hammer, actually ended up helping me! She wao give me, my mothers, and my wives gifts, but we already had many clothes and jewelry. Instead, she gifted us very expensive onry with her massive allowance.

  I accepted the war hammer, just because she is my daughter. And I figured that I might at one point . I truly, truly o pamper my daughter soon…

  Celia: “Velta, please remio pamper my daughter whe back to the world of the living.” I ask.

  Velta: “How e?” She replied.

  Celia: “Because this war hammer was a gift from her!” I reply with a happy smile before smashing the Mimic with my neon, after taking it out of my ste.

  In that oack, the Lock Mimic took 2000 HP worth of damage. And now the fucker anig. Serves yht! Doesn’t feel so good when you’re on the receiving end, huh? With an evil smile, I tio attack the Mimic.

  The Mimics attacks were desperate, but I didn’t care. I took each attack head on, and I didn’t even bother to bloy of them at all. The damage could be easily healed, after all. My main priority was to kill this demon. And that it was I am going to do!

  *An Hour Later.*

  My war hammer, that I will now fondly er my dear daughter, Mena, was forced down onto the Mimic by my hands. As this was the st strike, I put my all into it. Funnily enough, I actally destroyed a huge part of the floor and some of the wall.

  Ohe stupid Mimic was finally dead, the lo Alenta’s cell door disappeared into sparkly particles. I went over to her cell and opened up the door. She was still ed to the wall, much like Mika and Sia were ed up.

  After healing myself, and ing off all of the blood on my dress and body, I put my war hammer, I mean, Mena, away in my ste, and then took out a knife. I used said ko cut off Alenta’s restraints. Alenta seemed happy to be free.

  Alenta: “Ah, I have been trapped here for over twenty years… It feels so good to be free!” She said with a happy tone.

  Celia: “It took over twenty years for Alice to bother and save you?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

  Alenta: “It’s only been actually a few months. I am just being dramatic.” She replied with a shrug.

  Celia: “… the administrator of Hell really be this whimsical?” I ask with a sigh.

  Alenta: “I am usually way more mature, but I had to find ways to eain myself in this b cell. I’ll calm dowually.” She replied with a shrug.

  Celia: “I sure hope so… Anyway, let’s get out of here.” I say before taking out the crystal thingy that Alice gave me.

  Alenta: “What’s that?” She asked with a curious tone.

  Celia: “Hm? Ah, it’s something that Alice gave me to notify her that we’re ready to teleport back to her. I am just supposed to crush it.” I expin.

  Alenta quickly took the thing out of my hands… Before I could ask her reasons why, she took a bite of the damn crystal… What’s worse, is that she seemed to enjoy it…

  Alenta: “My daughter sure is a trickster.” She said with a ugh.

  Celia: “Expin, please?” I ask with a fused expression.

  Alenta: “She lied. Alice ’t actually teleport us back to her yer. That crystal was just one of her homemade rock dies. It was watermelon fvor, by the way.” She expined.

  Celia: “Please don’t tell me that we have to go ALL the way BACK up to her yer…” I say with a fed up tone.

  Alenta: “We do.” She answered.

  Motherfuckeeeerrrrr! I was double pyed! Again! I am going to go in-fug-sane! Why do these people feel the o trick me so fug often? Alice could have told me the truth, and I would have still gone back down to save Alenta…

  Alenta: “Please don’t hate her. It is hard to trust people here in Hell. As such, most people tend to trick others. Which is why I didn’t inform you of the Mimitil you had no choice but to fight it.” She expined with a remorseful tone.

  Celia: “I see… but I am still upset about it. I have helped many people after ing to Hell, and only a few of them didn’t trick me in some way.” I say with a sigh.

  Alenta: “I’m sorry about that… Anyway, for now, we just have to gh each yer again. Do not worry, as a Hell administrator didate, I just travel to each yer as I please.” She reassured.

  Celia: “Oh? So we just ght to her yer?” I ask with a happy tone.

  Alenta: “Nope. We have to gh each yer one by one. But we just have to teleport there, open up another door, a those as a few times.” She answered.

  Celia: “…”

  With a sigh, I agreed with Alenta’s pn. Luckily, Alenta could open up a door to a different yer wherever she pleases, so it will be way faster this time. Oddly, once agaia is being silent. I swear that Alenta heard her earlier, though…