The Bard, Fuguyama (Part 6)

“Debiru, don’t just sit there nodding like you know everything! Explain it to us too, meow! What did you figure out, meow?”

Tanimaki still couldn’t drop his bossy tone.

According to Debiru’s explanation, this was what had happened.

Belle was so obsessed with Undo that she even collected his bromide photos. However, as Tanimaki and the others had confirmed at the Demon King’s palace, Undo was a frail old geezer. It was only because of his magic that Belle saw him as a handsome young man.

“Make this stupid woman eat Libera Fruit too, meow.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Tanimaki shoved Libera Fruit into Belle’s mouth.

“G-Ghhk! Th-this tastes awful!”

Belle choked and came back to her senses.

“...What am I doing here?”

Belle looked puzzled. Unlike before, her eyes were clear. Undo’s spell had been broken.

“Are you all right? You were under Undo’s magic.”

Debiru was a gentleman.

“...Come to think of it, I was in the middle of oshikatsu—supporting my favorite idol—when some weird old man started talking to me. After that, I don’t remember anything.”

Apparently, she had realized that Undo was not a handsome young man, but an old geezer.

“Undo... So not only is his magic powerful, he’s skilled at controlling other people as well.”

Mayutan frowned, becoming even more wary.

“I’m glad everyone’s back to their senses.”

Fuguyama breathed a sigh of relief.

“We need to find Undo’s location as soon as possible, meow.”

Tanimaki had, entirely on his own, begun to think of himself as the leader.