51 The Birth of sPrecises (1/2)

Epsilon watches the blade slice into her own body.

Despite having been caught completely off guard, the fact that she is able to shift her upper torso a bit is already worthy of merit. But all that does is lead to a tragedy.

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Epsilon's past flashes by within her brain, like a revolving lantern.

She remembers how she had been born the daughter of an elven noble. And how she had manifested demon possession, and thus become discarded by her family and pursued by her country.

And also that day when she had gained a brand new life.

That day when she had been saved by Shadow, everything that she had believed in previously all fell away, and she had found a new reason to live.

Epsilon had been a forceful person ever since long ago. She never doubted the fact that she was privileged, and it was her personality to flaunt that privilege wherever and whenever she could.

In actual fact, her lineage was impeccable, she was beautiful, she was very smart, and she also had great martial talent.

She was very prideful, but did possess ability befitting of that pride.

Which was probably why, perhaps.

The day she discovered she had demon possession, the moment when everything had crumbled away, she was probably the one who took it the hardest, beyond anyone else.

She lost her reason for living, but did not have the courage to die.

On a certain day, Shadow suddenly appeared before her, as she was dragging her rotting body up a mountain trail.

”Do you wish for power?”

So he had said in a voice that seemed to reverberate from the depths of the earth.

Epsilon, in her foggy consciousness, had thought that it was a demon that had showed up.

But she was indeed thirsty for power.

If she had power, she could take revenge on those who had abandoned her.

She could torture every single one of them to death, and make them regret.

”Then I shall grant it to you...”

Then she was enveloped in a sweet, violet magic.

That light and that warmth, Epsilon remembers vividly even to this day.

That somehow nostalgic, warm, healing light had caused her to break down into tears before she knew it.

On that day, Epsilon had been weak, brittle, and unsightly. And it was Shadow who had saved her, when she was at her lowest.

”Falling into madness within a world of lies is fine too. But if you wish to know the truth of this world... then follow me.”

Epsilon had chased after him without a moment of hesitation.

The word 'unsightly' was the perfect and comprehensive adjective for the her who had lost everything. And when such an unsightly her was saved, it felt like her real self had been acknowledged and accepted.

She had no need for lineage.

The same went for beauty. And what point is there in bragging of strength?

What is truly important lies elsewhere.

Then she came to learn of the truth of this world, met four senpai, then had to revoke her previous words.

Lineage, she really had no need of. But strength, that's indispensable.

The martial arts that she had been so good at was ranked only two from the bottom.

Among her senpai was someone who she will probably never win against, and a perfect superhuman.

Her prided intelligence was also ranked only second from the bottom.

The intellect specialist and perfect superhuman had crushed her self-confidence to dust.

In terms of general utility, there was again that perfect superhuman, and an all-rounder who handled everything flawlessly.

Epsilon had nowhere to stand.

And above all else, beauty was also necessary.

Her appearance became very important to her. Because her beloved master is male.

Upon objectively observing and analyzing her own charm, she concluded that it'd be a rather tight comparison.

If the criteria was only appearance, then she had nothing to worry about. But she did have one future concern. To be blunt, the females in her lineage were, without exception, all flat.

Just as guys lament over their bloodline's hairline, Epsilon lamented over her bloodline's body shape. If she did nothing, she would only becoming increasingly disadvantaged with the passage of time.

That was why the moment Epsilon met that, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

The slime bodysuit.

With but a single look, she saw its potential, and had her heart stolen.

Whereas she would normally listen to Shadow's words without letting a single syllable slip, at that moment she had ceased to register his words, as her full attention had been commanded by the slime bodysuit.

This was what was running through Epsilon's mind: This can make me bigger!

After that, it took Epsilon only three days to get to the point where she could manipulate the slime bodysuit exactly how she wanted.

Under the pretext of training her magic control, she started wearing her slime bodysuit all the time from that day on. Then day by day, she gradually increased her own bust size.

In almost imperceptible increments, to avoid suspicion. But at times a bit bolder, because puberty.

But after she reached a certain size, she realized something.

The feel is different.

Slime is still slime in the end. Both the feel and the way it jiggles is different. That day onwards, Epsilon kept on staring at Beta as if at a lifelong enemy. After several days, she was able to perfectly control her slime bodysuit to reproduce the feel and movement.

By this point, Epsilon's magic control had risen to a level that merited even Alpha's praise.

Thus she came to be called Epsilon the Precise and was acknowledged by everyone, but she was already beyond caring about that.

Rather than that, Epsilon continued observing Beta everyday, and couldn't help but to shiver.