Chapter 180: Mayfield (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 180: Mayfield (3)
Looking at the woman collapsed on the ground, I held back a sigh.
To avoid getting tangled in unnecessary trouble, the right thing to do was to hand her over to the city guard, even now.
But could I really entrust an unconscious woman to the guards of a medieval fantasy city, a place where you couldn't expect any sense of ethics or moral maturity?
“...Hah.”
I don't trust people easily. Especially not men.
I tried to wake her, avoiding physical contact as much as possible. But she was either completely unconscious or her reactions were faint.
The one silver lining was that she didn't seem to be sick or injured.
“Exhaustion?”
Well, it made sense. She'd been running on an empty mana circle, so of course she'd be exhausted. She might have been running long before I even met her in the plaza.
I carefully pulled back her hood.
“...”
The moment I saw the face hidden beneath it, a wave of regret washed over me, followed by a sigh.
It wasn't because she was ugly.
On the contrary, she was so breathtakingly beautiful it made me gasp. Her doll-like, delicate features, snow-white skin, and mystical blue-gray hair made reality itself seem to fade away.
Only then did I understand why those men had chased her to the very end, even knowing she was a mage.
I had hoped I was wrong.
But with that hair color, those blue eyes, and her ethereal beauty... no matter how you looked at it, she was no commoner.
And that was the problem.
I already knew that just because someone was from another world didn't mean they were exceptionally attractive.
Most were plain, and in fact, beautiful men and women were even rarer here than on Earth.
Unusual hair and eye colors were especially rare, since most people had brown or black.
A voice in my head screamed at me to avoid getting involved with this woman at all costs, but it was too late to cry over spilled milk.
“...I never thought I'd end up using this ability like this.”
[Virgin Killer
Grade: Epic
Allows you to determine if someone is a virgin.
When sleeping with a virgin, you gain a relational advantage.
When dealing with a virgin, you are granted the 'Unicorn's Blessing'.]
The title I'd recently received as a reward had the ability to determine a target's virginity.
But what I needed to focus on now was its side effect.
When I'd used it on Melissa, and when I'd secretly used it on Lina Hessler, it had revealed not only their virginity but also their names.
Lina was a virgin, too.
For the record, all the maids she kept around were also virgins.
[Use Unicorn's Gaze on the target?]
[Y/N]
I wasn't even hoping for a commoner.
I just desperately prayed she was an ordinary noble lady who had run away from a nearby territory.
[Amelia Claris Orsia
Status: Virgin]
But as if mocking my prayers, the screen that appeared before my eyes showed the worst possible result.
Amelia Claris Orsia.
It was the first time I'd heard the name, but it felt strangely familiar. I was sure I'd heard it somewhere before.
...Orsia.
Her last name, which stood out so starkly, made my body freeze.
The Orsia Duchy.
Civil war.
The missing princess.
As I pieced together the keywords flashing through my mind, it wasn't hard to figure out her identity.
A cold sweat trickled down my cheek.
After a long moment of hesitation, I finally gathered her into my arms. I couldn't just leave her here.
“But is there really anything to worry about?”
Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Logically, there's no reason she'd suddenly ask a complete stranger like me for help. She might not even need any.
...Please.
Forcing myself to think that way, I leaped up to the rooftops.
If those human traffickers were still after her, a crowded area would only create more witnesses.
At first, I tried to cast an invisibility spell on her, but for some reason, it wouldn't take.
Is it her bloodline?
Magical talent tends to be hereditary, so bloodline is a crucial matter for mages.
As the princess of a duchy founded hundreds of years ago, her innate talent must be considerable.
Still, it was strange that she could resist my magic while completely defenseless.
The gap between a 1st Circle and a 4th Circle mage wasn't something that could be bridged by a mere bloodline or talent.
The baffling situation piqued my curiosity, but now wasn't the time.
Getting back to the inn was the priority.
*
The inn I was staying at was the best in the city.
It was an establishment exclusively for nobles, so normally I wouldn't have been able to get a room no matter how much money I had, but my letter of recommendation got me in.
The trade-off was that it was absurdly expensive compared to other inns.
Once in the room, I took out some holy water and a potion.
I propped her up and trickled the potion between her slightly parted lips.
The holy water would have been more effective, of course, but I had a limited supply and wanted to save it if possible.
The city's temple probably sold holy water, but the problem was I didn't know how their priests would react to me, someone who possessed the divine power of the World Tree.
It would be great if they treated me as a fellow clergyman, but I doubted the priests of a religion that rose to power after the fall of the Goddess's church would be so welcoming.
“She's drinking it well.”
She must have been very thirsty, as she drained the entire bottle in no time.
Anyway, now that her hood was off, I couldn't stop noticing her doll-like features.
Her eyelashes are long, too.
One thing Iris, Sylvia, and all the other women I'd met had in common was that they looked bewitchingly beautiful when they slept.
Of course, they were always beautiful, but their sleeping faces had a certain dreamlike charm.
Even the prickly Sylvia looked like a gentle princess when she was asleep.
After laying the woman on the bed, I sat on the edge of the sofa to collect my thoughts.
...Why is the princess who's supposed to be in the Orsia Duchy all the way out here?
The distance from the Orsia Duchy to Mayfield was by no means short.
On top of that, the rebel Noble Alliance was surely hunting for her with bloodshot eyes.
Most importantly, the Nivia Kingdom had tightened its border security to the point where it was difficult to even enter a city without a pass.
And in that situation, she crossed two borders all by herself in just three months to get to Mayfield?
It didn't make any sense.
“Ngh...”
Just as I was lost in thought, the woman shivered slightly, as if she were cold.
Without thinking, I approached to cover her with a blanket.
“...?”
But in that instant, as if on cue, the woman's eyes snapped open.
Our eyes met naturally, but I couldn't bring myself to offer a normal greeting.
The close proximity from leaning over to cover her was perfect for a misunderstanding.
“It's not what you think.”
“...”
The woman stared at me with an unreadable expression.
Thankfully, she didn't scream or try to run, seeming to understand that I had no strange intentions.
Just as I thought I could relax, I sensed familiar presences beyond the door.
It was Iris and Sylvia.
They said they'd be back around evening. Why are they here so early?
The moment I hurriedly tried to stand up to prevent any misunderstandings...
“Kyaaaaaah!!”
“?!”
The woman let out a scream.
Her completely unexpected reaction left me momentarily stunned.
...Did she sense the other two and scream on purpose?
If so, that meant she hadn't screamed the moment she woke up in order not to provoke me, a potential kidnapper.
Seeing her cunning, I quickly tried to cover her mouth, but...
CRASH!
Her voice had already reached someone's ears.
The door burst open, and someone stormed into the room.
Through the swirling dust, a murderous gaze fixed on me, accompanied by a killing intent that felt like it could pierce flesh.
“I'd appreciate it if you didn't jump to any strange conclusions.”
“Shut up.”
It looked like clearing up this misunderstanding was going to take a while.
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“I'm sorry.”
The woman—no, Amelia—bowed her head to me.
“I will take full responsibility for the trouble my carelessness has caused.”
“It happens.”
My shirt was wrinkled from being grabbed by the collar just moments ago, but that was fine.
It was much better than Sylvia's situation, who was now kneeling with her head to the floor as punishment for holding a sword to my throat.
Of course, an Aura Master like Sylvia wouldn't find this physically taxing. She would, however, feel the shame.
“My name is Kang Hyun-woo.”
“...I am Eleanor. I will never forget the debt I owe you for saving my life. Thank you so much.”
Amelia, using a fake name, clutched the hem of her skirt as she expressed her gratitude.
As expected of a princess, even her simple gestures exuded elegance.
“It was no trouble at all. Please don't worry about it.”
On the surface, it might have sounded like nothing, but it was a polite way of drawing a line.
It was a declaration: I don't know what you're caught up in, but I have no intention of helping you any further.
You could say I was being harsh, but I had already helped her twice.
I saved her from those thugs and gave her a potion when she collapsed from exhaustion.
For a complete stranger like Amelia, I had already done more than enough.
Understanding the meaning behind my words, Amelia gave a bitter smile.
“Um... Sir Hyun-woo, if you wouldn't mind... Ngh!”
Amelia swayed as she tried to say something.
Perhaps because she had only just woken up after collapsing, she seemed to have trouble even supporting herself.
“You don't have to push yourself. We can talk after you've had some rest.”
Supported by Iris, Amelia lay back down on the bed.
She must have been exhausted, because the sound of her even breathing filled the room soon after.
I took the hint and left the room.
We had rented two rooms, after all.
As I lay down on the bed in the other room, my eyelids quickly grew heavy.
I wasn't physically tired, but I felt a bit mentally drained.
It was a little late in the day, but I decided to take a nap and surrendered to the encroaching sleepiness.
My consciousness began to drift away.
Slurp, slurp, slurp...
How much time had passed?
I was woken by a strange sensation between my legs.
But my head was still groggy with sleep.
“Gulp, ghk... sluuuurp, slurp...♡”
Even so, the strange sensation was vivid.
Hot, soft, and pleasurable.
It felt just like a blowjob.
...Iris?
It wasn't morning, but the only person who would give me a morning blowjob was Iris.
Normally, I would have gotten up and pounced on her immediately, but right now, I wanted to savor the feeling a little longer.
I reached out and stroked Iris's hair.
“?!”
She must have just realized I was awake, because she flinched.
She was still the same as ever—bold enough to jump a sleeping man, but shy when she got caught.
She must have been sucking for a while, because the urge to cum washed over me quickly.
“I'm gonna cum.”
I gently pressed down on her head and unloaded my semen.
“Hmph?!”
Splurt, spurt, spuuurt—
As I shot my load directly into her throat, I gently caressed her ear.
“Oop, ooph?!!”
Her ears were still her weak spot; she trembled faintly as if she were climaxing. Finding her reaction amusing, I used a skill without thinking.
Startled by the sudden increase in sensitivity, she tried to pull away, but I wasn't finished yet.
Only after emptying the very last drop into her throat did I let her go and sit up.
“...?”
But a strange sight entered my vision.
Iris is definitely a blonde.
A beautiful blonde, like molten gold.
But the hair of the woman whose head was buried in my crotch was as white as snow.
I stared at the back of the woman's head as she continued to suckle my dick, which was still in her mouth, and found myself lost in thought.