My Servant System Chapter 1192: Chapter 1191: Power Of Will



"Moon Magic is oh so fascinating, isn't it? So rare, so tricky... Such an enigma even to those who wield it. What I wouldn't give to be able to study it... So unless you kill here and now, fledgling, I WILL be ripping that Core of yours out of your cold, dead body and using it for myself..."

The smile returned on the Fiend's lips as it said that, the attempt to be sinister whilst being a glittery Butterflykin causing to raise a brow since the sight of my chains slowly constricting it into a tight ball only made those words seem sowhat flat.

And yet the Fiend took my silence as a challenge, so it clenched its muscles and grunted softly before it fought against the chains, pushing them back and attempting to break free of them, causing my brain to throb painfully within my skull as I fought back against them.

The manifestation of my mind helped focus my powers as I tightened the chains up before adding in even more layers of manipulation as I willed a bonfire into existence beneath the Fiend, raising them into the air and drawing a chuckle from them as they were bound to a pole.

"Are you crucifying , fledgeling? Like so kind of old world shaman or witch? Like a heretic? I must say..."

Looking down at the flas that were licking at its legs, the Fiend's smile turned into a grimace as they unconsciously jerked away from them, only to realize they were still bound in place and unable to move; since I was truly focusing on this right now, the pain the Fiend felt was far more 'real' than my petty attempt earlier, and it showed clearly on their expression.

"If this was what they experienced... I can understand now why it was such a cruel execution style that brought out many enemies to whover was in control. Even the commoners could see that this... this was too much."

Shaking their head, the Fiend clicked their tongue and grimaced as the flas continued to rise, my focus continuing to strengthen as I found out just how much energy was needed to maintain a believable illusion while also understanding just how potent this mana was.

I knew this was fake and so too did the Fiend, and yet they were experiencing the real pains of being burnt as they rested there, crucified to a wooden post by heavy chains, and the more I fine tuned the amount of mana I needed to keep this status quo, the easier it beca to let my mind loose as I tornted the Fiend.

The more I was accustod to sothing the easier it was to imagine it in its entirety, and one of those things was my flas; I knew them almost as intimately as I knew all three of my lovers, or how the entire palace was etched into my mind permanently.

I was figuring out this power slowly but surely as I continued my tornting of this Fiend, and the longer I went without uttering a word the more unnerved the Butterflykin beca, especially as the flas crept ever closer to its enchanted wings.

"Seriously, fledgeling, you NEED to kill now or else I WILL take great pleasure in dissecting you alive... I will rip your Core out of your body and make sure you're still conscious as I begin experinting on it..! I promise you I will figure out how this magic works and I will use it to make you suffer worse than this! I swear it!"

The groans coming from the Fiend were becoming far more abundant as I took in deep, asured breaths, my mana flowing freely as we maintained this stalemate here on the

battlefield; ti held no aning, and it felt like this could have been minutes, maybe hours already, but it could have also only been seconds since I was trying to drag this out as much as possible.

How well did this ntal manipulation work?

That was a question I would have an answer to soon, so while I grew even more accustod to casting illusory flas on this Fiend I added another layer to tornt this Butterflykin, taking an experience I was sowhat familiar with and sothing I was accustod to dealing to soone else.

Each of the white chains began to sharpen along the edges, the once thick and heavy links thinning sowhat while gaining an edge that dug into the Fiend's flesh, scoring cuts along their blue body and allowing even bluer blood to begin trickling down towards the ground. I hadn't been cut too often, but the few tis I had I just couldn't forget the hot pain that spread across my body from wherever the wound originated, and then there was the... 'incident' with the Bloodletter, an experience that I was never going to forget.

That caused my mind to falter for a brief mont, but it was far too quick and far too random for the Fiend to have anticipated, so when it had noticed the chains flickered while the flas dissipated a bit there was nothing it could do.

As more of the chains switched into the bladed restraints I wanted them to be, the Fiend writhed around and tried to escape, only worsening the wounds it was taking and putting its mind into further turmoil as I was given the opportunity to go against a Fiend and co out

on top.

Strengthening the mana I was using, I drew a scream out of the Butterflykin and watched as it lost the concentration and ntal fortitude needed to communicate effectively, its words devolving into agonized noises as more chains and flas appeared.

Pushing it to a point of breaking, I suddenly dropped my Moon Magic and sent us hurtling back towards reality, surprising the Fiend as it crumpled to the ground, exhausted and ntally drained; before it could recover I walked right up to it and placed my hand on its face, pushing my Fire Mana out of my palm and blowing its head right off of its body, ridding this battlefield of another Fiend.