Dragon Ball: After being picked up, I am the God of Destruction

"Who are you and how did you get in here?"

The one who can withstand her attack is probably an S-class mage.

The opponent completely blocked his magic without even moving, which made Precia very afraid.

"I saw innocent girls suffering painful torture because of emotions that a certain magician didn't want to face. In short, it was you who attacked my friend before."

"Well, I'm here to have fun!"

"Looking for a place, your friend?" Precia frowned slowly, "I don't know who your friend is?"

At this moment, the door was forced open.

"Fit!"

Fit's familiar demon Elf, who had a female appearance, glanced at the two people confronting each other and quickly ran to Fit's side.

Although he didn't know what was going on, he quickly untied the rope from Tete's body.

"Who asked you to untie her!"

Precia was furious and raised her scepter to attack Elf.

However, before her magic could gather, it dissipated with a bang.

"Wha...what?" Precia was shocked.

Fit and Elf, who were originally behind him, were also teleported to a location not far from Bellis.

"Thanks!"

Although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, he also knew that the other person had saved him and Fit.

"Well, no need."

Bellis replied casually, and then turned her eyes to Precia again.

"It's really interesting. Are you afraid that Feite's existence will replace the original daughter in your memory?"

"Shut up!"

Just as Bellis finished speaking, a terrifying electric light suddenly fell.

However, the roaring thunder and lightning quickly dispersed the moment it appeared.

"How...how could it be possible? Who are you?"

Precia staggered back two steps, covered her mouth with her hands, and vomited blood.

"Precia, with a body like yours, even if you can resurrect your daughter Alicia, how can you protect her safety?"

"Let her die again? Wouldn't this approach be more cruel to your daughter?"

"Shut up, I told you to shut up!"

"You really don't listen to what others say!" Bellis said unhurriedly, not paying attention to Precia's noisy words.

Suddenly, the space around Precia became distorted.

"Wow -" Precia, who was already suffering from illness, suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood. The wand was stationary on the ground, and she was half-kneeling with her body propped up, gasping for air, and barely raising her head.

She looked at Bellis with fear in her eyes: "SSS level, without this oppressive aura, is far higher than SSS level."

"Are you from the Space-Time Management Bureau? No, it's impossible..." If the Space-Time Management Bureau could have an SSS-level magician, or a magician stronger than this, everyone would already know about it.

"Who are you?"

Precia's body was trembling, but the expression on her face remained stubborn.

"Is it the obsession to resurrect my daughter..." Bellis does not hate such obsession. In a sense, obsession can sometimes burst into powerful power.

"Please, please let mom go?" Feit stood up unsteadily, his body still being supported by his familiar.

"To this day, do you still think Precia is your mother?" Bellis looked at Feit, and then at Feit's familiar Elf next to her.

"Yes, no matter what happens, she is my mother." Feite said stubbornly.

"Are you sure?" Bellis was silent for a while, "I can let you get rid of her, completely get rid of her."

"Even killing Precia is not an easy task for me."

"No!" Feite screamed, then realized that he seemed to be too presumptuous, lowered his head and said: "Please don't do this, I don't want to lose my mother."

"Boring emotions." Bellis shook her head, "Your mother Precia is critically ill and doesn't have much time to live."

"What!?"

The expressions on Fit and Elf's faces changed slightly, obviously they didn't know about this.

"Mom..." Feite's lips moved slightly, but no words came out of his mouth.

Compared to Fit, Elf hopes that Precia will die now, as soon as possible, so that Fit can escape the sea of ​​misery.

"I can save Precia and even cure her." Bellis finally thought of a solution.

"Really?" Feit raised his head suddenly.

"Yes, but it's not without conditions." The expression on Bellis's face suddenly turned cloudy, "Yesterday you and Precia seemed to attack my friend, whose name is Kinomoto Sakura. You shouldn't be unimpressed, right?"

"Kinomoto Sakura...it's her." Fite was stunned for a moment, recalling in his mind the magical girl with very strange card magic, and she actually forcibly blocked his current attack.

"That's right, I originally came here to have fun this time. I didn't expect to see such a harmonious parent-child scene, and suddenly I became interested." Bellis raised the corner of her mouth.

"Well, I'll give you two choices."

"One is, I kill your mother Precia."

"The other one is because I think you are more interesting, so I specially made a friendly price."

"Use the death of your Feite to calm my anger. Then, I can help you treat your mother Precia and restore her to her peak condition."

"Fit can't do this!" Elv grabbed Feit's arm anxiously. When she heard Bellis's conditions, she knew exactly what Feit would choose even if she didn't have to think about it.

"None of your business."

As soon as the voice fell, Elf couldn't move her body and could only move her eyes.

Feite wanted to speak, but Bellis waved her hand: "Don't worry, I'm just confining the noisy people, it won't be a big deal."

"Tell me, Fit Testerossa, which one do you choose?"

"I..." Feite did not answer immediately, his eyes moved to Precia who was imprisoned and seemed to be unable to make a sound now.

The moment Precia and Feit looked at each other, they looked away.

Feite smiled to himself.

"I choose second. If I can make my mother fully recover, it doesn't matter what happens to me."

"It's really not a smart choice." Bellis fully anticipated Fite's choice. Just like in the original novel, Fite said that he could make an enemy of the world for Precia.

Speaking of which, Fite has not yet formed a bond with Nanoha.

Except for his mother Precia and his familiar Elf, he has no idea of ​​​​living at all.

"Fit, you have never been Precia's daughter."

"What do you mean?" Feit seemed to grasp something vaguely, especially when he thought of the conversation between the white-haired girl and her mother just in front of him.

"You are an artificial life form created from the genes of Precia's deceased daughter."

"In other words, it's a clone, and your memory of Precia is the memory of Alicia and Precia. To put it simply, you are just another person who inherits that memory."