Chapter 68: The Record
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 68: The Record
For months, the church’s investigation teams had been trekking through the mountains. It was all because of top-secret intelligence they had acquired about a witches' gathering.
A secret assembly, hidden in some mountain valley. The order was simple and stubborn: find that valley. But those gathered in the name of God were inclined to accept even tasks that seemed unreasonable.
Just as the Knight of the Lake had wandered the entire country in search of the Holy Grail, they roamed the nation in search of the witches.
And then—.
“We’ve found it!”
Startled by the shout from one of the teams, the senior commander rushed over. He alternately compared the mountain range in the drawing with the one before his eyes.
Amazingly, a mountain range that perfectly matched the one they were looking for actually existed. The investigation team immediately grabbed their excavation tools and entered the mountains.
“Are you truly saying this is the place where the witches hold their gatherings?”
Within the mountain range they had found, there wasn't a single structure that looked man-made. It was impossible to believe that witches gathered in a place like this.
They did manage to find one seemingly natural cave, but its entrance had collapsed long ago, making it impossible to enter or exit.
After long deliberation, the investigation commander decided to blast the rock formation blocking the cave’s entrance.
The explosives detonated. As the investigation team stepped inside the collapsed entrance, they realized a chilling aura was emanating from within.
A team member, spooked by the atmosphere, threw out a lighthearted joke to break the tension.
“Ah, ahaha— Commander. It feels like something’s about to happen—”
And in that instant—something emerged from beyond the darkness and snatched one of the members away. It happened so fast they barely saw it.
The team members quickly turned their torches to illuminate the darkness. The Holy Knights who had come along as escorts drew their swords, and the sacred light they emitted pushed back the shadows.
─ا کر رہے ہیں؟ اس!!
The bizarre creature that revealed itself in the darkness assaulted them with a strange, unintelligible sound. A team member, trembling, stared directly at the suddenly-appeared monstrosity.
“A-a familiar. It’s a familiar…”
This was a monster on a completely different level from the beasts or monsters commonly seen in the forests near the city. The investigation team immediately took this as proof that witches had been here.
They quickly sent a signal to the rear unit, still far away, to flee, then raised their weapons to face the monster.
“You minion of the witches! Your foulness shall be washed away before the blade of God!”
The investigation team shouted as they charged the monster, and the monster chewed up and swallowed every last one of them.
The gunpowder, crossbows, spears, and even the holy light-infused blades of the Holy Knights that the team had brought with them failed to inflict any damage on the monster.
After tearing dozens of investigators to shreds in an instant, the monster cautiously took a step outside the cave.
─A familiar…?
The sunlight pouring down from the sky, the fresh air and wind, even the bitter scent of the forest—all of it was overwhelmingly stimulating for the monster that had lived inside the cave for so long.
After a moment of trembling in fear of the light, the monster cautiously stepped outside. One step, then another. It walked slowly at first, then finally broke into a run.
─Witch! Minion of the witches! Foulness shall be washed away!
Mulling over the words it had just heard, the monster ran aimlessly. A monster that witches had playfully created long ago, then sealed away after deeming it too dangerous, had been unleashed upon the world.
In Evangeline’s cabin, a place that people would mistake for a witches' gathering if they saw it, Yohan was passing the time reading a book.
His daily life had recently become extremely pastoral. He would wake up, finish his training drenched in sweat, and from morning to evening, the witches would use magic to finish all the housework.
The only thing left for Yohan to do was to periodically inject them with his semen. Lately, even Beatrice had been slyly extorting semen from him.
Thanks to this, Yohan’s dick never had a day to dry. Even for a young man in his twenties, it was an exhausting task.
‘At this rate, I might just wither away and die…’
If the women had been after his dick, he could have at least learned some hand skills or improved his technique to satisfy them.
The problem was that they wanted his semen, which meant he couldn't use any such tricks.
‘Should I just get them pregnant…? It might be a ten-month curse-nullification shot…’
However, the very idea of having a child in this medieval fantasy world was quite off-putting. In Yohan’s mind, a child was meant to be the fruit of love, not something you just pop out because it’s a hassle.
“Yohaan—can you come here for a moment?”
“Ah, yes, Teacher.”
Yohan, who had been killing time reading, immediately headed to Evangeline’s room upon her call. The strong smell of medicine wafted from the hallway.
As he cautiously opened the door and entered, a nauseating odor stabbed at his nostrils. When Yohan covered his nose and grimaced, Evangeline giggled and beckoned to him.
“Yohan, drink this.”
“This is…?”
“Just drink it. It’s good for you.”
A bubbling green liquid. It looked exactly like something one shouldn't eat, so Yohan hesitated to touch it.
But he couldn't keep refusing what his Teacher offered him. In the end, he cautiously reached out and downed the liquid in one gulp.
It looked bad, and it tasted even worse—a foul liquid that made his stomach feel like it was burning up. Fortunately, it didn't seem to be poison; he gagged but didn't vomit blood.
“Uweeegh—what is this?”
“An aphrodisiac.”
“…What?”
“Our Yohan, you seemed to be having a hard time lately. So your Teacher put in some effort!”
The moment he heard his Teacher’s words, the hot, bubbling energy in his stomach rushed straight to his lower abdomen. His limp member shot up in an instant.
Seeing this, his Teacher gave a satisfied grin and began to gently stroke his crotch.
“No, wai—Teacher… You did it yesterday…”
“So what?”
“We have to follow the turn order…”
“That’s why I made the aphrodisiac, isn't it?”
His Teacher said this without any intention of removing her hand from his crotch. Yohan, on the receiving end of this one-sided sexual harassment, was only released just as he was about to cum in his pants.
Though he was freed from the harassment, the erection from being brought to the brink of ejaculation showed no signs of subsiding, and he began to drip precum. By the time it had soaked through his underwear and even his pants, Yohan realized why Evangeline had backed off so readily.
True to its name, the aphrodisiac’s overflowing energy had nowhere to go and was tormenting him. It was to the point where he wanted to make a move on his Teacher first.
“…Teacher.”
“What is it?”
“You’re still not going to do it for me?”
However, Yohan overcame Evangeline’s temptation with steel-like patience. Evangeline expressed her disappointment but didn't try to tempt him any further.
“It’s fine. It’s also nice to wait and then do it. More importantly… is it Ritz’s turn today?”
“Yes, it’s Margaret’s turn…”
“Okay. Can you go get Ritz? Tell her to get ready, we’re going to do it.”
“Wait, we’re going to do it…? Here?”
“Just bring her here, you’ll see.”
Yohan was flustered by the sudden order to bring Margaret for sex, but since it was something he had to do to keep the curse at bay, he headed to Margaret’s room, feeling puzzled.
Margaret, who had been doing some unidentifiable yoga on her bed, was startled by Yohan’s sudden entrance and shot up into the air.
“Wh-what?! Why did you just come in!?”
“Ah… I’m sorry. I forgot. Should I go out and come back in?”
“Are you kidding me? You’re already in, what’s the point…”
Frowning slightly, Margaret sat on the bed and glared at Yohan. Yohan told her not to be angry and relayed what Evangeline had said.
That is, they were going to have sex now, so she should get dressed and come up…
“Um… Teacher asked me to bring you…”
“Evangeline? Why all of a sudden?”
“She said we’re going to have sex.”
“…In front of her?”
“Probably…”
Margaret stared at Yohan with a dumbfounded expression, then said she understood and shooed him out of the room. A moment later, after a loud clatter, Margaret emerged, having changed into a beautiful dress.
“Let’s go.”
When they returned to his Teacher’s room together, Evangeline stared intently at Margaret as if to ask why she got so dressed up, then spoke.
“Why get so dressed up when you’re just going to take it all off… Anyway, Ritz, let’s go there.”
“…How am I supposed to know what you mean by ‘there’?”
“If I wanted to watch you two have sex, I would have just told you to do it in the room. Why would I call you all the way here? …It’s a client’s request.”
“…Ah, her?”
Hearing the word “client,” Margaret finally realized whose request it was and let out a deep sigh.
Yohan, the only one who didn't understand, felt left out and asked the two of them.
“Client? Who’s that?”
“You’ll know when we get there. Now then, Ritz—I’m counting on you.”
“Yeah, yeah. …And it’s only been three days since my last turn.”
Margaret said this and snapped her fingers. In that instant, the space around them shifted, revealing a three-dimensional library made entirely of bookshelves from floor to ceiling.
Yohan felt a wave of dizziness from the disorienting library and looked around. In the distance, a librarian who had been quietly scribbling on paper with a quill pen saw them and immediately stood up.
“You’ve arrived.”
The librarian approached the three of them, holding the paper and quill, and pushed up her glasses as if she had no time to waste.
“Alright, then—please begin having sex now.”
Yohan stared at her, utterly dumbfounded.