Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 62: [1.62] Lovely Assistant (Part 3)

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Gelic slipped down to her puffball form, snuck out the back of the “magic” box, and then began creeping along the stage until she made her exit behind the curtain. Really, she wasn’t acting stealthily at all, just a brazen saunter. Odds were, no one could see her in the slightest. And if someone could, they either knew of Demons and would expect to see one in such a place, or their mind would be blown, perplexed by the little creature, but still think it was part of the act. Really, performances like this were probably one of the safest places for beings of the supernatural to be out in the open. “Cotton, Cotton, you can come out now,” the man rapped on the locker. “I think you’re learned your lesson. Cotton? Oh, are you seriously going through with not speaking to me? Don’t be like that, I’m sorry. Cotton? Cotton?!” He opened the door to find no one inside. “Where have you gone off to this time, Cotton?!” he cried in a panic, as if she’d really vanished for good.” “I’m right here, Z!” She answered the call with a muffled voice. Everyone’s eyes turned to the back of the theater where she was back to human form, munching on some popcorn. “I went and got some treats, enough for you too, don’t worry!” “And where did you get snacks?!” “From the snack bar, obviously.” The woman replied as if he were stupid. “I couldn’t resist the smell. It was just so wonderful. And it looks like you all couldn’t either.” Cotton gestured to the audience. “I’m sure they appreciate your business!” The abundance of now empty buckets and wrappers in their laps had actually been a little trick by the Imp. They made a deal with the venue, promising an increase in concession sales if they got a cut. Gelic then went on to apply Starvation to a good number of guests who initially breezed right by the snack line, making them do a u-turn. Though not too many, since she had to conserve her power. Still, it was enough that the venue manager was very happy with their arrangement. The woman carted the popcorn bucket onto stage where the man did a trick with the food, making them vanish from sight using sleight of hand. That piece Angelica was still genuinely impressed by, no matter how many times she saw it. The next part, though, wasn’t her favorite, mostly because it involved her clambering into the tub of butter and salt. “It’s time for a classic!” Ziesta attempted to hype up the crowd. “I will pull a rabbit from a hat. Cotton, fetch me my hat!” That was just an excuse to get her off stage so she could return as an Imp before hopping into the popcorn bucket. “Hmm, she sure is taking a while. That’s what I get for trusting her with the packing. Oh well, I guess I’ll use this bucket. With a bit of exertion, since there was a decently chonky puffball inside, he picked up the container. Gelic took that as her cue to Transfigure, waiting for the last second since this part would eat up her MP quickly if she wasn’t careful. “Tada, a rabbi-turtle?” Yes, the lovely assistant had purposefully turned into a turtle. Her master played it off as they’d practiced before stuffing her back into the tub where she shifted shapes again. “A raccoon… well, I suppose that’s closer. One more time. Yes, a rabbit! Wait… no, this is clearly a hare!” [Transfiguration Lv.8] [Beguilement increased] [Fraud Attunement increased] “Ah, here we are, a rabbit!” He held the mammal up by her scruff and slowly waved her around in front of the audience. “It’s hair, it reminds me of someone. Ah yes.” He set the tub back down, allowing Gelic to Imp up once more and escape. “Cotton, you can forget the hat! But come quickly, I have a new friend for you!” “Ooo, a friend?!” Cotton came tapping out from behind the curtain, eager as could be. But when they looked in the bucket, the furry friend was nowhere to be found. The show went on, spectacle after marvelous spectacle. Gelic was cut in half, teleported from one side of the stage to another, and even dissolved into a vat of acid. The assistant really di