At the same time, she found the Homunculus who had completely stolen Rider's heart utterly hateful.
Ever since Black Rider had been summoned, there was something Celenike longed for yet could never obtain.
It was probably what people called love. Affection, tenderness, and the joy born from them—these were emotions Celenike found utterly incomprehensible.
Why would he not direct such things toward her? How hateful. He was nothing more than a fragile life, frail as a mayfly.
Originally, she had wanted to conduct a thorough search. Celenike was not only highly skilled in magecraft; among the Yggdmillennia clan, she possessed a more obsessive nature than anyone else. To her now, the Homunculus was no different from a pest. Worse, he was the sort of pest that had to be completely eradicated, roots and all.
However, it was impossible to make such a huge fuss over searching for a single Homunculus. With Celenike's black magic, it was not impossible to find him. But doing so required an enormous amount of preparation, and the most fatal problem was that the missing Homunculus was also an excellent magus.
As the saying went, even a cornered rat would bite a cat. It would be no joke if he bit back in the end. As for the Homunculus, she would have to wait until this war was over.
Seeing Rider's pained expression only made her want to do something excessive. She wanted to ravage him, humiliate him, drive him into despair—Celenike barely managed to suppress that wicked impulse. Once the war ended, once they won this war, there would be no problem.
After defeating the Red faction, she would simply abandon her wish and the battle, then use all three Command Spells to torment Rider to death.
Perhaps she had been too restless. As she