Chapter 230
Chapter 230
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 230
Chapter Title: Chapter 6. Langritsa Magic Tower
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Stroking Arhil's hair while gazing quietly out the window, drowsiness slowly crept over Judah. Unable to resist it, his eyelids drooped and lifted repeatedly before finally settling closed without a twitch. His nodding head eventually drooped forward completely, and soon he was breathing steadily in sleep.
The only sounds were their breathing. Arhil woke first. Turning her head, she simply gazed up at Judah without a word. Judah wasn't in a deep sleep either. Feeling her gaze, he slowly opened his eyes to meet hers.
"......"
"Were you about to drool?"
Sssip—
Hearing that, Judah lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but there was no drool, nor had there ever been. It was just teasing. Judah sighed, and Arhil slowly sat up beside him.
"Wow, you're so relaxed. It's really comfy here because it's so warm, huh?"
"Yeah. Enough to fall asleep without realizing it."
Judah glanced sideways, let out a big yawn, then looked out the window. The sunset scenery was beautiful. Right in the direction the sun was setting, he could see it dipping below the horizon in the distance. As he stared blankly at the view and chatted lightly with Arhil, a sigh came from beyond the door.
"Oh, right."
"?"
"They've probably been waiting outside."
"Huh? Who?"
Who else? The mage guiding us to our room on the tower lord's orders.
One of the five mages who had brought them to the tower initially must have stayed and waited all this time. That sigh was probably from realizing they'd wasted hours standing in one spot.
"Let's head out. We'll wash off the grime from the road and get some real rest tonight. Things will get busy starting tomorrow."
Perhaps excited at the thought of bathing, Arhil nodded eagerly and followed him out. When he opened the door, a male mage leaning against the wall, muttering to himself, shot them a resentful glare before motioning for them to follow.
He led them to a spacious, clean room. Despite plenty of spares, he assigned just one. He offered two if they wanted, but Arhil brushed it off, too busy looking around.
As for food—what mage meals could taste that great?
Judah said it was fine and sent him away. The bathroom was inside, and since they were only staying one night, they needed nothing else.
The bathroom had a tub, and hot water poured out abundantly. He filled it right away. Arhil bathed first, then Judah followed, scrubbing thoroughly before emerging. They shared the fruit wine from the elf forest, and it felt like paradise.
It was hard to believe this was a remote magic tower—the place was luxurious. The bed, the carpeted floor, even a small fridge stocked with drinks and alcohol.
Sipping from his <Bag>, gazing at the view outside while lying on the bed, teasing and talking with Arhil—it naturally led to undressing her and making love. Before starting, he cast a wide-area dispel in the room. Didn't they say motels were full of hidden cameras?
"Hnngh...!"
Unlike before, it wasn't driven by overwhelming lust losing reason. A bit of alcohol buzz, but barely any—almost fully sober. They locked eyes, kissed, and he thrust between her spread legs. She let out a soft moan, smiling contentedly at the thick fullness inside, extending her arms to pull him close. Their breaths mingled sweetly in kisses.
Having napped during the day, he wasn't that tired. Moonlight filled the room, illuminating the outside view—it felt like doing it outdoors. Enough to worry if someone might be peeking.
After two climaxes, Arhil panted in the afterglow. Still inside her, Judah hugged her from behind and rolled them sideways. Post-release, his softened penis slipped out with a pop from her folds. Suddenly wondering about pregnancy after internal ejaculation, he asked. She laughed it off, saying it was fine.
Did that mean she was okay with having a child? No, she explained there was a contraception spell among divine magic—though oddly placed—and she'd already cast it.
"Oh, but that day... I didn't use it. Hehe."
"Huh."
"Don't worry. I don't feel anything unusual inside."
Arhil turned back, sticking out her tongue playfully. She soon gazed out the window and fell asleep, but Judah pondered contraception. Truth was, he hadn't thought much about it before, but pregnancy was possible.
'I can't control it myself.'
Troublesome. Judah gave a wry smile. The game system offered no help here. Well, whatever happens later. Not worth stressing now—he'd deal with it when it came.
Morning came. Judah woke Arhil to wash first, then used a scroll from the elf forest via Via. The magic activated, cleaning the soiled bed spotless. He opened the window for ventilation. When Arhil finished bathing, he took his turn. They ate at the small table in the room, and right on cue, a mage arrived, saying the tower lord summoned them.
The tower lord waited in the same spot as yesterday's teleport.
"Word from Langritsa Magic Tower. They want you there ASAP. That old codger's desperate, understandably."
Chuckling like a bandit, the burly tower lord in a white robe mismatched to his build stepped into the magic circle.
"What're you waiting for? Get over here. Right next to me. Hold your companion's hand tight."
The magic activated.
No time to prepare—he stepped beside him, and the circle glowed, inverting his vision. Teleportation magic—he'd only experienced it a few times, still hard to get used to.
"Whew."
Exhaling lightly, he opened his eyes to a much larger room bustling with people, dwarfing the previous tower. Like a train station hall, crowds moved about. Multiple circles activated simultaneously or staggered, flashing as people appeared and vanished. The glass-like barrier around one dissolved with light, letting in the surrounding murmurs as a mage approached.
"From Snowfield Tower, I presume. Your name..."
"Lancel de Limonier, tower lord. You know where from—no need to state it. Just log it and step aside."
"Th-the ones behind need to—"
Tower Lord Lancel frowned, grabbed the dutiful mage's shoulder, and shoved him back. With his bandit-like build and matching strength, the mage stumbled away with a bewildered "Eh?"
"Hard work's fine, but didn't the old codger say to escort Snowfield Tower guests straight to the top floor?"
Old codger?
The mage stared blankly at Lancel, then realization dawned.
"...Ah!"
Calling Calypso's most renowned Langritsa Tower lord an old codger. No wonder they called Snowfield's lord a bandit. The mage sighed, stepped back, and reactivated the circle. A brief queasiness—the short distance minimized the disorientation.
Looking around, plenty of circles, but none active.
Only one mage managed the area. The barrier vanished; he approached but only bowed silently.
"Urgh."
As they stepped off, Arhil squeezed her eyes shut, clutching Judah's arm. Dizzy, apparently. He waited for the divine magic user. The tower lord didn't rush, just watched with a pleased smile.
"Come this way."
Unlike the previous mage, his tone was polite. He knew the layout perfectly, striding without pause. Passersby bowed; he acknowledged with a casual hand wave, stopping at a door.
Several mages gathered outside.
'...What?'
Were they mages?
Each was built like Judah's tower lord—bandit-like bulk or rugged faces. Their auras wafted subtly like perfume, far from ignorable. Arms crossed, their intimidating stares felt more knightly than mage-like.
'Amazing.'
Following the tower lord, their sharp eyes erupted in hearty laughter, faces lighting up as they approached.
"Hahaha! Lancel! How long's it been!? You look exactly the same!"
"Same? It's the robe. Underneath, I've got muscles that'd put the old days to shame!"
"Oh yeah? Arm wrestling later?"
"You're on. Loser buys drinks. Deal?"
"Deal."
Mages, huh?
Judah felt a profound disconnect from their banter. Arhil, intimidated by their size and looks, ducked behind him mid-stride. Drawing more attention, one who'd watched silently approached, inspecting their robe patterns.
"Hm? Cheriu robes."
"Cheriu? Didn't they all go to the elf forest? Haven't seen 'em around the tower for ages."
It grew noisy. They chattered, eyeing Judah and Arhil's robes. Lancel clapped twice for attention.
"Quiet. These are guests. Bearing Cheriu clan leader tokens. That's why the old codger had you wait here."
Leader tokens sobered their faces as they exchanged glances. Then, the closed door slid open silently. Swinging wide invitingly, the burly mages glanced at it, then at Judah and Arhil, before filing in.
"Let's go."
========== Author's Note ==========
1) You know...? Originally, Arhil wasn't in my planned story—it was a character named Kerik that I spontaneously added instead...