"This is truly interesting. Mmm, how should I put it... I almost want to watch a 'restricted' film of Trissy's 'unwilling' resistance!" Using the status of "A White Horse is Not a Horse," Snow cast his gaze toward Trissy and quickly grasped her current situation.
Although his "Fetish" system reacted and his "Mischief" system followed up with a vote, Snow's rationality exercised a one-vote veto.
Trissy's [Witch] potion should be almost completely digested. As long as he gave her the formula, she could quickly become a Sequence 6 combatant. Even without considering a [Witch]'s utility, her presence was sufficiently precious based on combat power alone.
If he allowed her to be 'violated' now, his previous investment would likely go completely down the drain.
Without hesitation, Snow immediately used his Sefirot to empower [Respondent]'s "Consciousness Projection" ability,similar to Mr. Fool's "Paper Angel." With the support of endless spirituality, his consciousness crossed thousands of miles and projected onto Trissy.
...
Having finished her prayer, Trissy waited quietly. Hope gradually turned into despair. Although the gap was brief, it made her start to worry whether that Great Being would respond to her.
Furthermore, even if He did respond, what could He do?
Grant her immense power?
Or directly send a demigod to descend and help her escape?
Although she didn't want to belittle herself, Trissy was well aware she lacked such value.
However, just as she was struggling and hesitating while waiting for the final judgment, her body suddenly moved on its own.
'The restraint is lifted?' Trissy felt a surge of joy, but in the next moment, she realized something was wrong.
The sensation of the spider silk restraint still existed, yet her body seemed to ignore it. It moved spontaneously as if... some power was controlling her body?
'Is this... the power of that Great Being?' She felt her spirituality pouring out frantically, but new spirituality was simultaneously being injected into her body. Under the influence of some supernatural power she couldn't understand, her body gradually faded from view. Subsequently, the spider silk binding her simply slid off.
No, it didn't slide off,it passed through. When Trissy left her restrained position, the silken threads remained suspended in mid-air as if they were still binding an invisible version of her.
'Wait, why can I see those threads now?'
This question popped into Trissy's mind, but she quickly dismissed it. After all, a Great Being had descended upon her; being able to see the threads seemed not at all strange.
As Trissy's thoughts wandered, her body moved again. She easily tore the exquisite evening gown's hem, leaving only enough length to cover her modesty and avoid hindering her movements.
Her spirituality was once again draining in large amounts. Trissy was reminded of a problem from Emperor Roselle's mathematics textbook regarding a reservoir; she felt like that poor reservoir right now, with water continuously flowing out while simultaneously being replenished.
This outflowing spirituality operated in a way Trissy couldn't comprehend, forming a Beyonder ability whose specific function she didn't understand. Subsequently, Trissy's body suddenly moved.
Having gained that special vision, Trissy could clearly see the dense cobwebs filling the room. She had no doubt that if she touched even a single one, Madam Sharon would immediately react.
But her body moved with remarkable decisiveness. Movements like those of a gymnast,leaps, splits, mid-air rotations,were performed by her body. Even though Trissy had gone through the [Assassin] stage and her joints were supple and strong, completing a series of such high-difficulty movements without warm-up left her body in aching pain.
Trissy felt as if the entity possessing her was treating her body like a toy that wouldn't easily break. Even in places where she could have passed more steadily, it insisted on striking all sorts of extreme poses.
Fortunately, the bedroom wasn't too large. After less than a minute of "restricted gymnastics," during which Trissy experienced splits over a dozen times, she finally reached the window.
'How are we going to get out next?' Looking at the spider silk spreading out across the window, Trissy had given up thinking. In short, it would surely be something very exaggerated...
"Eh?"
Before the thought even settled, her body suddenly took two steps to the left and gave the wall a gentle push.
It was clearly a solid wall, yet at that moment, it seemed like a phantom layer. In the blink of an eye, Trissy felt the ground vanish beneath her feet.
'I can move?' Trissy stared blankly as her body fell. For a moment, she couldn't even react. Fortunately, a height of a mere two floors was absolutely no problem for an [Assassin]'s body. Even though Trissy was sore all over, she easily completed a silent landing.
Trissy wanted to complain, but she also worried about offending the Great Being. She could only activate her ability, hide her figure, and begin leaving the mansion at full speed.
The countermeasures Madam Sharon had left on her body had already vanished, replaced by a single word surfacing in her mind,
"Backlund."
'Does He want me to go to Backlund next?' A trace of bitterness appeared on Trissy's round face, but she knew she had no choice.
Though the power controlling her body had receded, she could clearly feel a faint consciousness remaining in her mind. While it didn't issue any commands, it simply existed there.
Trissy didn't even dare try to test it. Even if it truly could be easily removed, she,who had already been noticed by a hidden existence,where would she find a chance to escape?
Since she had chosen to pray for the sake of her masculine dignity, she could only continue down this path.
Fortunately, this Great Being seemed relatively peaceful?
At least she hadn't turned into a lunatic like the unlucky souls in legends who prayed to evil gods.
Although her entire body was covered only by a tattered evening gown that would expose her with a slightly large movement, for a former [Assassin], having no money in one's pocket and taking a train weren't contradictory things. Knowing she couldn't stay in Tingen for long, she quickly caught a train and headed toward the Capital of Capitals.
...
"Man, playing 'Assassin's Creed' in full immersion is truly exhausting!" Snow, having withdrawn most of his consciousness, wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead. A pleasant expression appeared on his face.
He picked up the still-warm milk and downed it. Following custom, Snow offered a bedtime prayer to Mr. Fool and then sank into a deep sleep like an infant...
[Translated and Rewritten by Shika Kagura]
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A/N: "Assassin's Creed: Escape" - Snow's internal nickname for the sequence where he controlled Trissy's body to escape Madam Sharon's mansion, turning a desperate situation into a high-skill parkour run.
A/N: "Paper Angel" (纸天使) - In the original work, this refers to a high-level concealment and protection ability used by The Fool. Snow uses his Sefirot to mimic a similar effect for his consciousness projection.
T/N: "Restricted Gymnastics" (限制级体操) - Snow's humorous way of describing the extreme and somewhat compromising positions he forced Trissy's body into while navigating the spider silk traps.
T/N: "Witch's Body" - Note that the physical agility of the Assassin pathway makes its practitioners naturally suited for the kind of "gymnastics" Snow performed, though it is still physically draining.
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