“Paaaaah!!!”
With her unique, strange scream, Elisha collapsed onto the floor like a frog hit by a carriage, looking utterly disheveled. Sen was dripping out from between her spread legs.
“Elisha?”
Smack, smack.
I patted her butt, which had red handprints like maple leaves, but there was no response.
She seed to have genuinely passed out.
“Huh.”
I exhaled deeply and flopped onto my back.
Even for , squeezing out four tis in a row was tough. My strength was draining away. Of course, I was recovering quickly, so I would be fine soon.
As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, Carla, who had been sucking her fingers waiting for her turn, sat down beside , her butt touching mine.
“Sorry, Carla. Sohow, you ended up being last.”
I apologized lightly, suggesting we should have done it together with Elisha, but the response I got was completely unexpected.
“Eh? It’s okay, Master. You ca back to after going through everyone else, right? That’s enough for —no, actually, I like it even more thinking that I’m your last woman.”
What kind of end-of-the-world queen-like ntality is this?
I chuckled to myself and pulled Carla down.
“Kyah~”
With a joyful scream, Carla willingly surrendered her body to my touch.
Is there any need to wait to recover? There’s no one else waiting, so why not take it a bit leisurely?
After an act that was satisfying, if not enough, to knock her out.
Carla, looking languid, carefully lay down beside . I instinctively stretched out my arm, and she leaned her head on it as if she had been waiting for this. ℞äɴо𝖇ЕS
Lying there like that, just breathing, I felt,
Plop.
Carla hugging from the side.
Her slender arm wrapped around my neck, her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and her legs entwined with mine.
As I was enjoying this pleasant lethargy, Carla, who was clinging to , whispered softly.
“Master.”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For everything.”
Carla rubbed her cheek against mine and continued.
“When I was first sold to you, I was in complete despair. Sold to soone who looked like a perverted old man, from anyone’s perspective.”
“Ah… I was using a polymorph potion back then.”
Though it was to hide my wealth, even I thought it was a harsh disguise.
“Hehe. Do you know how surprised I was when you removed the disguise? A master who was younger than and exactly my type!”
“Now that I think about it, Carla, you were quite obsessed with my face back then. You even spent a whole day just staring at it. But it doesn’t seem like that now.”
As I shrugged, Carla tilted her head, looking puzzled.
“I still like your face, Master.”
“Huh? Then why…?”
“I’ve just grown to like other parts of you as well.”
Carla gently stroked my face from forehead to cheek, then pulled to look at her.
A short kiss followed.
Chup.
“I liked how you changed as you opened up to bit by bit.”
Back then, I always kept in mind that I was like a treasure goblin.
Soone might notice my inventory contents and approach . I could be kidnapped for my knowledge and gold, or even if not that, I could be beheaded by an upset noble or high-ranking knight.
Such anxieties were always in the back of my mind, naturally making keep my guard up.
But after eting Carla, learning magic, and gaining at least so power, I experienced the soft touch and warmth of a woman, and though it was based on the absolute trust of a master-slave relationship, I rembered how to trust soone.
For the first ti since being dropped into this world, I had a human relationship.
It would be strange if I hadn’t changed.
But Carla’s words didn’t end there. With the ticklish sensation on my cheek, the whispering continued.
Chup.
“I was really happy when you said you wouldn’t abandon even if you got other slaves or married.”
Chup.
“I was grateful for how you helped Elisha, despite everything.”
Chup.
“It was good to know that a dragon’s blood flows in you, just like my ancestor.”
Chup.
“Oh, and I can’t forget how you willingly accepted my dream of reviving the Lindelheit family.”
Chup.
“Even when more charming won than gathered around you, you always took care of first. My heart felt like it would burst each ti.”
Chup.
“You promised to reveal and resolve the unjust treatnt my father and I suffered, and you kept that promise.”
Chup.
“Lastly, when I was too much of a coward to seize the chance to turn everything back to how it was, you carried the na of Lindelheit for .”
Chup.
“You told not to worry and just stay by your side. That if I devoted myself to loving you, you would give everything I ever wanted or hoped for. I don’t know a confession more romantic than that.”
After saying all that, Carla kissed my lips instead of my cheek this ti.
Soft touch. Warm breath. Her tongue entered my mouth and entwined with mine, respectful yet full of affection.
After a long kiss, when we were out of breath, Carla pulled away.
With a dreamy look as if intoxicated, she whispered to .
“Master, Master.”
“Why?”
“I am your Carla.”
“Yeah.”
“And you are my Master.”
“That’s right.”
“You’ll remain my Master forever, right?”
“I think I’ve said this before… Even if you say no, I have no intention of letting you go, so be prepared.”
“I know. I just wanted to hear it again.”
Saying this, Carla giggled like the happiest person in the world.
Seeing that, I realized.
It wasn’t just who had changed. Carla had too.
No, Elisha, Iris, Faye, Iona, Helena, Solari—all had changed.
None of them were the sa as when I first t them. They’d changed by eting and each other.
Elisha no longer obsessed over proving her worth. She made a playful remark about becoming the best if I beca the best, but it was just a jest.
Iris had let go of her longing for past glory and her impatience to reach the realm of Archmage. She was now finding happiness as a companion and as a woman, not as the bearer of elven hopes.
Faye, though still dark in personality, no longer despaired or bemoaned her fate. She simply said it was enough that I recognized her.
Iona had finished her revenge. There was no more ghost bound by the past. What remained was just one vampire cautiously stepping into an unseen future.
Helena learned of human love, not just divine love. She, once a devout nun, reclaid her life offered to God by becoming a saintess.
Solari montarily shed her duties as a god to confront herself. Her cause no longer shackled her. There’s no rule that says one who saves others cannot be saved.
Thus, everyone had changed a little. It’s natural when lives influence each other by overlapping.
However, one thing that hadn’t changed existed.
It was the affection that weaved and sustained these relationships, the desire to live happily ever after.
“Ah.”
At that mont, I realized. Magic was like this, too.
Magic could beco fire, wind, or an intangible force.
It was called magic because it could transform into anything with imagination and mana.
But no matter what form the magic would take, there was one thing that would never change.
That was my will to enact magic.
Carla once compared will to mana, but the will I was talking about now was slightly different.
It wasn’t the mana that followed the will but the very desire to do sothing.
The magic turned into a fireball and burned the target. Then, what defeated the enemy?
The hot heat? Or the difficulty breathing caused by heat and smoke? Perhaps it could be the mana itself at the root of all this.
But all these were wrong. Ultimately, it was my will that burned the opponent.
Because I wanted to burn, the mana ignited; because I wanted to burn, the fireball flew and hit the enemy.
This principle applied to things beyond magic.
If I peeled an apple with a knife, what cut the apple’s skin?
The knife? Or the person holding the knife?
If I gave another knife to soone else and asked them to peel the apple, what made the apple ready to eat?
It was again. Because I willed it to be so.
Whether I did it myself or had soone else do it, there was no difference.
Everything in the world would change and evolve. But what wouldn’t change over ti, what would rather lead the change around it, was always my pure will.
Only will was everything.
The classification of magic, its attributes, complex formulas, understanding of phenona, and even the minimum required mana, were all just tools to enforce my will in this world.
They were necessary and sotis important, but they were not the core.
“Ah.”
At that mont of realization, all the experiences I’d accumulated, the techniques I perford unconsciously during dragonization, and the knowledge I’d diligently learned—all of this in my mind scattered and then coalesced repeatedly.
Not the magic the world spoke of, but the magic I spoke of.
Not magic anyone could use, but magic reassembled for alone.
Magic. Mana. Will. And .
Amidst the swirling concepts, a clear standard was established.
And then.
Twitch.
“…”
Why is it getting hard again?
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