Chapter 336
Chapter 336
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 336
Chapter Title: Sultan Hassan's First Step #1
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Why is it that men experience this so-called wise man time?
Once the surging excitement fades, how is it that the male species is designed to think so coldly and rationally?
After receiving that intense ray of light from Delphi into my body, I escaped my shallow confusion and regained a fairly clear mind.
And the wise man time that follows a few explosive releases brought even clearer, more lucid thoughts than usual.
With that wisdom sharper than ever, I pondered deeply and came to the conclusion that I might be a little fucked.
Me, having sex with Elfriede!?
It was utterly unbelievable, to the point where everything that happened earlier felt like an illusion from mana training.
But the slight soreness in my lower body and groin told me this was definitely fucking real.
From now on, a ton of relationships were going to get tangled and twisted into a mess. Why was I so weak to women's temptations?
The entries for the God of Patience Hassan and the God of Chastity and Purity Hassan slowly vanished from the list of potential gods I could become, scattering like dust.
What should I tell Luna and Hippolyte? Hippolyte might be okay, but Luna was definitely going to get pissed.
Of course, hiding it would only make things worse.
After my busy brain reached a conclusion, I figured that if I just told the truth and groveled on the ground begging like hell, it might somehow work out.
Asking for permission upfront would be harder than seeking forgiveness after the fact.
Yeah, that felt like a pretty satisfying answer from myself.
I might not become the God of Patience or the God of Chastity, but at least during wise man time, I could be the God of Wisdom Hassan.
I was even a bit scared of how wise I could get.
Right in front of my eyes lay Elfriede, sleeping soundly on the freshly changed bedsheets.
Her long, slender, snow-white legs stretched out from under the negligee. The cool, firm thighs and knees unique to elves, the thin calves, ankles, and soft toes.
Thinking that I got to touch them freely last night felt like a dream. Just the thought made my dick twitch and swell heavily again.
But I didn't have time.
I had to meet Fleur before lunch. If I missed the appointed time, he wouldn't stamp the recommendation letter.
Still, with about an hour left, maybe I could cop a feel for a minute.
Since things had come to this, no regrets even if I died—I slowly reached out toward Elfriede's breasts.
Elfriede lay on her side, her fairly ample chest settled comfortably under the soft silk negligee.
Back in my slave days, even when my dick wouldn't rise because of Doosa's curse, I'd felt curious about touching those breasts.
Slide, squish—.
Her left breast met my palm. Beneath the thin silk, it felt incredibly soft and warm. I tried to give it a gentle squeeze without waking her.
Slide—.
Then Elfriede, who had been breathing evenly in sleep, slowly opened her eyes.
“...”
Those red eyes caught me completely off guard, like the Ring Fellowship spotted by Sauron's eye.
I froze stiff like a mouse before a snake, but surprisingly, Elfriede said nothing and just kept her blank expression.
She looked like she couldn't accept reality right after waking up. She often woke up in a daze anyway.
Or maybe, since I'd already massaged her feet without permission, letting me touch her breasts felt no big deal?
No, beyond just feet—now that we were in that kind of relationship, breasts were fair game?
Maybe marriage between man and woman was exactly the right to grope breasts anytime—.
The thought sent a thrilling tingle up the back of my neck.
Riding that momentum, I kneaded one breast with my palm and fingers, squish squish, satisfying my desires.
Squish—.
Elfriede's blank face flushed red, her brows furrowing deeply. I panicked hard.
This was mid-level anger for Elfriede—Elf Anger Stage: Medium.
Back as a slave, it'd show up if I accidentally stepped on her foot or slacked off on her orders.
Push it further, and sharp curses would fly from those thin lips, totally unlike her.
Hiss, hisss—.
Her breathing grew ragged for sure; she was loading up insults inside.
Time to stop—I tried pulling my hand away, but then I noticed the firm nipple slightly protruding between her soft breasts.
I pinched it lightly with thumb and forefinger—
“Kyaa...”
She let out a faint moan, totally unlike her usual self.
But her face flushed crimson with anger, she covered her breast with her hand and turned completely away, leaving me disappointed.
At least no whip came flying. I'd hidden it far away knowing she'd be asleep.
With her back to me, she spoke.
“You said you have to meet the baron before afternoon. Aren't you going?”
“Yeah, I should head out now.”
“Then after getting the baron's recommendation, just one more noble and you're done. Build the temple and become a god.”
“Probably.”
“But do you really have to build a temple? Isn't living like this enough?”
I sensed Elfriede wasn't thrilled about me becoming a divine being. I had no idea why.
Then, pulling the blanket up to her head, she added one more thing.
“Watch out for the elves then.”
“The elves? Why?”
“...”
I asked for the reason, but got no answer. Just steady breathing—she'd fallen asleep again quick.
She must've been tired from helping with my mana training the past week. And last night was a full day of unfamiliar stuff.
I draped a blanket over her and left the room.
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“Light Vessel—.”
My simple incantation made my palm tingle.
At the same time, tiny firefly-like orbs formed on my palm, creating a light source about as bright as a bulb. First-circle magic: Light Vessel.
I'd become a fucking wizard. On a whole other level from mana-less muggles.
“Excellent. Crude, and the brightness is lacking, but better than I expected.”
Baron Fleur complimented me appropriately.
I'd fulfilled his condition—master Light Vessel in a week—so I stood tall like a triumphant general.
“Does this settle it?”
“Yes, indeed. Looks like you've had relations with at least a fifth-circle female mage. Sexual relations, that is.”
How the hell did he know?
I wondered if this Fleur guy had bugged or scryed me with some spell.
Didn't know if those existed, but a lich who'd been a magic academy professor could probably pull it off.
“You're wondering how I knew.”
“Exactly.”
“The seal on you could only be broken by a witch's virgin blood. Quite the bizarre constraint.”
Witch's virgin blood—meaning only first-time deflowering blood? What kind of seal is that?
Suddenly I remembered Jupiter, king of the gods, had placed the seal on me. Jupiter's womanizing was legendary, tastes all over.
If he sealed me, a kinky seal like that fit. He'd said he prepared a gift. Was this weird unlock method the gift?
Who knows.
Anyway, thanks to Elfriede, it broke.
As I drifted into sentiment, Fleur continued.
“But she wouldn't sacrifice her own body for just any fling. Virginity means a lot to female mages.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mages believe power grows with chastity, so they don't give it away lightly. For her to lose it to break your seal, you two must be quite close.”
News to me.
I'd thought Elfriede, unlike Luna or Hippolyte with their purity vows, wasn't hung up on her first time.
But considering the risk of weakened magic, it was a huge decision—hard to make otherwise.
I asked,
“What happens to witches who lose their virginity? Does their magic decline?”
“Well, not necessarily. The chastity thing is mostly superstition among mages. Probably from the strong Diana cult of virginity.”
Diana—reminded me of the woman who'd stepped on my nape before. Goddess of moon and chastity. The one who'd tried making me her champion.
Fleur said,
“Nowadays, theories say promiscuous sex life boosts mana instead.”
“More sex means stronger magic?”
“Yes, top mages are usually married or have many lovers. The Nestorian school even claims sex raises mana.”
Healthy sex life powers up magic, apparently.
“So you'll bed many women ahead. The more, the better your mana control improves. Helpful for my research too.”
Slide—.
A sinister blue glow flickered under his bowler hat.
“Anyway, as promised, here's the recommendation.”
“You'll teach me Necromancy too?”
“Ah, right, that too. Yes. I'll teach you all my seventh-circle Necromancy and spirit arts. Whether you master them is up to you, but as Pluto's son, you've got the talent.”
Ah, Necromancy.
What a cool ring to it.
If I regained that power, no more trembling in fear of Gloria crushing me.
“But I won't serve you, Pluto's son Zigres. My pact is with your father Pluto, not you.”
“Fair enough. Can't be helped. But were you originally a Pluto devotee, Baron?”
I'd suspected from his skeletal look and Necromancy talk, but curiosity made me ask. He nodded.
“Yes. Before Venus, I was a true follower of Pluto. Most in Sodomora were. And we were all fated to be...”
Whoosh—.
His blue eyes glowed faintly under the hat.
Couldn't read a skull's face or gaze, but I knew he was lost in some distant memory.
He spoke again.
“So, how many consents so far? From Delphi, so you got that snake Carbillas's approval.”
“Got Enya's recommendation last week.”
“Wise girl, reads the flow. If only my daughter Brigitte took after her half as much. Anyway, with me that's three. One left.”
“Any noble connections? Like former Pluto devotees, maybe?”
“I don't know many nobles in this life, but I know Pluto's high priest hiding in Sodomora. Get his recommendation. He even has a title.”
He trailed off about the guy helping make my body this way—Fleur.
Pluto's high priest.
Realization hit: Sodomora hid the cult's big boss.
That's why temple knights Antiope and Weiss Vine were dispatched here, and why cultists kept raiding.
“Who is it?”
“A guy you've seen as an adventurer in Mars Guild. Vincent Friedrich—”
“Vincent Friedrich?”
First I'd heard. As I furrowed my brow, the man's eyes flashed under the hat.
“Few know that name now—all dead or retired. He's probably going by Mars Guildmaster Baltma now.”
Oh, shit.
Baltma: half-bald, one-eyed, wrinkled old man.
That booze-stinking, village-ubiquitous uncle type was Pluto's high priest?
Fuck, never saw it coming.
Mars Guildmaster a cult leader?
We'd shared meals a few times; he'd ask if adventuring suited me. Thought he was just savvy uncle. Shocking identity.
For real?
Mars Guild couldn't go public probably 'cause of internal spies. The guildmaster himself!
I headed straight to Mars Guild after wrapping with Baron Fleur.
Found the cluttered warehouse-like guildmaster's office and knocked.
A weary voice as always from inside.
“No one's here, don't come in.”
“Heard from Baron Fleur there's a noble here who'd write my recommendation.”
“Damn—that bag of bones finally flapped his loose lips.”