Chapter 18
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 18: Ptooey.
Honestly, I was surprised by the fact that dragons have such a sleep-talking habit.
To spew breaths while sleeping.
It's not like wetting the bed while sleeping or anything.
Seeing her so embarrassed like that, it seemed it was almost at that level among dragons.
Should I say it's like spewing something at night that you absolutely shouldn't spew while sleeping.
If it's not that, there was no reason to be that embarrassed.
Hmm, a dragon bed-wetter.
"You..." "I didn't think of anything." "I didn't say anything either, though? You answer as if you anticipated my question." "..."
Mm, was it a trap question.
I cleared my throat and put on an expert's expression.
"Ahem, first, I have recognized the problem. It will definitely be difficult with regular laundry."
I forcefully ignored the gaze of Carmilla glaring at me and continued speaking.
"Because it's Ice Sea Silk, it didn't catch fire, but the fabric has been completely ruined due to the dragon's ash containing the dragon's mana. If we forcefully try to brush it off, the lace or fabric will be ruined." "You recognize it immediately." "I've handled dragon's ash a few times, you see." "R-right? If it's your skill, is it possible?"
Carmilla took a step closer with eyes full of expectation. Her unique seductive body scent and piping hot heat washed over me.
"...It is possible. Though I didn't know I would handle dragon's ash in this way. Still, please don't worry. Taking the secret private life of VIP customers to the grave is the iron rule of our laundry, so please rest assured." "...Take it to the grave. I'm serious about this."
I also don't want to die hit by the breath of an angry dragon. The sight of her handing down severe punishments to her subordinate employees came to mind.
Still, at my confident answer, Carmilla's expression brightened instantly.
However, thinking of the laundry method, I stroked my chin and added one condition.
"However, there is one problem." "A problem? What problem?" "Dragon's ash is not a regular stain, but a contaminant in which the Chairwoman's mana is crystallized. To melt this down, a natural enzyme perfectly matching the wave of the Chairwoman's mana is needed."
At my words, Carmilla tilted her head.
"A natural enzyme? Where is there an enzyme matching my mana wave." "There is one that's most certain."
I stared straight at her red lips and said.
"It is the Chairwoman's bodily fluid." "...W-what?!"
Carmilla's eyes grew so large it seemed they would pop out at any moment.
"G-give you bodily fluid?! What kind of absurd remark are you daring to say to a dragon right now...!"
It might sound strange. It might sound like I'm a pervert collecting saliva. However.
"The best method to remove dragon's ash is obtaining bodily fluid from the corresponding dragon." "C-can't you use other bleaches? Like using magic..." "That's fine too, but... if we do that, the fiber will be quite heavily damaged. And it has a big impact on the post-treatment too." "Post-treatment?" "Chairwoman, you don't just want to wash away this dragon's ash, Ms. Carmilla. Don't you want clean clothes and bedding even when you wake up after sleeping?" "That's true, but..." "Then, you see. I have to even do a coating so that dragon's ash doesn't smear on it moving forward."
Like applying a waterproof treatment to clothes. It's applying a fireproof treatment to her underwear and bedding.
"If you merely desire to erase the dragon's ash, it's not necessary, but if it's for another reason..." "Ugh!"
Carmilla bit her lip.
"You don't want to keep showing such embarrassing scenes to a strange man, do you."
Since the idea of her being an exhibitionist pervert was a misunderstanding, it was necessary to tie a firm knot here.
Carmilla looked at me.
"That even fireproofing is possible, is it really true?" "I can stake the name of my grandfather, who was a laundry boss." "..."
The shame of having to give up her bodily fluid to a strange man, and the craving to perfectly erase her dark history were tense against each other. But the victory and defeat were already decided.
"...Is a little bit okay?" "Is saliva more comfortable for you, or shall I make you cry once?" "Be quiet! Close your eyes and hold out your hand!"
Too bad. It was one of the few opportunities to catch a scene of a dragon crying.
"Understood."
I closed my eyes and held out my hand as she commanded.
"Ptooey-."
A sound clearly spitting saliva.
You spit making a sound like this?
At that explicit sound, I unconsciously swallowed saliva. Even without looking, I could tell what action she did.
Because I can imagine it in my head.
The appearance of Carmilla with her mouth open and tongue out dropping saliva. That appearance of throwing off all the face of a dragon, and gathering her saliva to spit for the sake of laundry.
It was strangely erotic, making my head hot.
Drop-.
The sound of thick liquid dropping into the bottle was heard.
The sound of spitting saliva. And even the sound of the last drop falling.
It tickled my hearing, which had become more sensitive because I couldn't see.
It was definitely saliva...
"Take it."
She soon gave a small glass bottle into my palm.
A slightly warm touch.
"You can open your eyes."
When I opened my eyes, there was a glass bottle with transparent and warm liquid sloshing around in my hand. Carmilla, who handed me the bottle, was biting her lip with a reddened face, her head turned away.
A face full of shame. This makes me feel sorry for no reason.
"Done. Now wash it." "It's an excellent material. This will do."
How much is this. A dragon's bodily fluid was an immense magic material in itself. A top-grade material where each and every drop commands an immense price. It was an item alchemists couldn't get their hands on because they didn't have it.
Because bodily fluid, saliva, was even harder to obtain than dragon's blood.
If I put this on the market, I could earn an immense amount of money, couldn't I.
'Though I shouldn't do that even for the sake of trust with the customer.'
As they say, seeing an object creates a desire for it; I'm getting a little greedy for no reason.
As I stared intently at the sloshing dragon's bodily fluid.
"Y-you aren't really going to use it for something weird, are you?"
Perhaps it was because I stared too piercingly. It was Carmilla looking at me as a weird guy.
"I'm not doubting your skills, but that look in your eyes just now... It was really perverted." "I'm not that kind of person." "I-it's really not, right?"
Hey, why is someone who's a whole dragon worrying so much.
"Would I perhaps do something weird with this saliva?" "D-don't call it saliva!" "If I don't call saliva saliva, what do I call it?" "S-stop it. Calling it saliva sounds weird." "Then what do I call it?" "B-bodily fluid...?" "Alright. Anyway, I'm not the kind of man to do weird things with bodily fluid." "..."
Why is her face getting redder? I did as you asked!
If not.
"Are you hoping I do something with this..." "No!!!!"
At the strong energy suppressing the surroundings, my body stiffened automatically without my realizing it.
Dragon Fear bursting from her mouth.
She angrily used that power that weak beings die from just by hearing it, their hearts stopping.
Wow. I was super surprised.
"..." "Ah..."
A flustered Carmilla and a surprised me. A brief silence sank in her bedroom.
"Sorry." "No. I went a little overboard." "..."
A terribly awkward atmosphere.
"Anyway, I will resolve it surely." "...Right."
I put the bottle in my pocket and surveyed the bedroom. Her bedroom full of bedding made of Ice Sea Silk. These beddings with dragon's ash smeared here and there.
I'll have to take this now.
"If I take all this, won't other beddings burn because of your breath?" "Ah..."
She let out a sigh.
"It's fine. It's not a matter of a day or two. There's plenty of new bedding, so don't worry about that." "If it's just enduring for one day, I'll do a temporary measure for you." "It's possible?" "Because it's a temporary measure, the effect is not amazing."
I took out a spray from my bag.
"It's a flame-retardant spray. It's a spray used whenever entering dungeons of fire, and it's a spectacular guy that blocks all flame-type magic. The maintenance time isn't very long, so. It's effective for only about 10 hours." "If you had such a thing, you should have brought it out earlier!"
Perhaps she was embarrassed about spitting saliva, she showed an excessive reaction.
"Because the effect isn't very big and it's for temporary measures."
I sprayed the spray on the new bedding.
A cool mint scent filled the room.
"The scent is nice." "You will pass today safely." "...Thank you." "I will remove the dragon's ash within two days and bring it back." "You have to make sure. Because you're the first person, no, being, to give me this kind of shame. If it's not sure..."
Her two eyes filled with anger.
"Of course. Don't worry."
I had a hard time calming down the angry her.
Like that, I left Ignis Industry.
It was an excellent business trip where I won a big contract case.
"Boss, why is your face so red?" "There's something like that."
I returned receiving Elena's stinging glare.
Clack.
With Jinsoo and Elena completely gone, heavy silence settled again in the Chairwoman's office on the top floor of Ignis Industry.
If it were normal, it would be Carmilla leaning on her spacious and splendid office chair drinking wine, but right now she was burying her face in her bed inside the secret room.
"Ughhhhh..."
A moan leaking out on the Ice Sea Silk blanket. She was in such a flustered state that part of her polymorphed appearance came undone.
Flapping her sprouted tail, she wildly tore at the fluffy pillow with both hands.
"I'm crazy. I'm crazy, Carmilla von Ignis! What on earth did you do!"
Her face was flushed as if it would burst, and subtle heat was still rising from the tips of her pointy ears.
That bold human man. Jinsoo's voice hovered in her ears.
"Aaaagh! Stop! Stop thinking about it!"
Carmilla shouted, rolling around on the bed.
The transparent glass bottle containing the saliva squeezed out from her own lips. That man's subtle gaze staring intently at it.
It was shameful. The Great Red Dragon who lived for over a thousand years. Not only getting her dark history discovered by merely a human laundry boss, but to even offer up her bodily fluid. This was a disgrace that would remain in dragon history.
To the point where it would be less shameful for a rumor to spread that she pisses dragon breath while sleeping.
"Right. That guy's gaze... it definitely looked perverted. Even when he looked at the holes pierced in my underwear."
Even while muttering like that, the corners of Carmilla's mouth were strangely twitching.
Even while seeing the traces of her breath and the erotic underwear, Jinsoo did not fear or despise her. Rather, he boldly proposed a solution with a professional attitude.
That boldness. When numerous humans trembled or flattered her in front of her, only that man met her gaze and attempted a taut push-and-pull.
"...How insolent."
Carmilla leaned her body against the bedding Jinsoo had newly set up before leaving.
The spray he sprayed and left behind saying it was a temporary measure.
From the bedding, a cool and refreshing mint scent, which hadn't been in her bedding until now, was subtly spreading.
Because that scent felt like Kim Jinsoo's scent, she felt reassured for some reason.
The man who easily resolved the problems she had.
Even her burned dress. Even the Liquefied Mana Tar that not even the R&D team of the top corporation, nor even Wiz Clean of the Magic Tower could resolve. And even the bedding dirtied by her sleep-talking.
A trustworthy man who resolved everything.
As she smelled the mint scent, the heat and shame that had been boiling vigorously until a moment ago settled down strangely calmly.
Rub.
Carmilla unconsciously rubbed her face against the bedding.
It was different from the cold and inorganic touch the Ice Sea Silk usually gave. It felt as if someone's body temperature, no, that man's delicate consideration was touching it.
She felt like she could understand just a tiny bit why the Magic Tower's Guardian Golem clung to that man's touch so much.
"...Two days."
Carmilla parted her red lips.
"If you don't definitely resolve it and come back within two days, know that you will die by my hands."
Although she spat out harsh words with her mouth, her expression hugging the blanket was strangely softened.
The regret of wanting the two days to pass quickly.
The slightly dangerous and secret expectation of wanting to cover herself with bedding meticulously washed clean with a detergent mixed with her own bodily fluid.
"...At that time, shall I tell him to try massaging mine once too."
In the Great Dragon Chairwoman's private room, the cool mint scent and sticky delusions hovered all night long.