Chapter 133: Shouldn't You Greet Your New Daddy? (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 133: Shouldn't You Greet Your New Daddy? (3)
There was no particular reason to drag things out, so I began Merlin’s capture… no, that’s not it… her re-socialization… no, that doesn’t sound right either.
Flesh urinal transformation? Well… I can’t say that’s entirely wrong, but that single term can’t fully express my love for elves, gyarus, milfs, and mother-daughter bowls.
Regardless of the details, I am the second son of the Konstanz family, one of the top five in the Imperial order of precedence. I must always remain dignified and elegant.
That’s why I named this mission "Operation Bleach."
It signifies my intent to wash Merlin—who has become quite stained due to her belated rebellious phase—until she is pure white again.
Ah, only her heart, of course. I actually quite like her bronzed skin.
‘Suddenly, I’m reminded of that elder… Rania, was it?’
The sight of milky white fluid blooming like a pale flower upon bronzed skin was a work of art in itself. My white seeds scattered across the faces of the mother and daughter, Irene and Merlin… Kuh… Just imagining it…
“Le-Leon?”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Your… your expression… it’s a bit…”
Goodness, it seems my inner thoughts leaked onto my face again.
Like a face-changing actor, I instantly wiped the expression from my features and slowly scanned the surroundings.
“Hmm… there’s not as much here as I thought. I expected a bit more from the Archmage Marshal’s storehouse.”
When I looked at Irene, she gave a shy smile and tucked her arm into mine.
“Fufu, the truly dangerous or valuable items are kept in the laboratory.”
“Aha. I suppose so. No matter how bold a thief is, they wouldn’t dare infiltrate the Imperial Palace.”
“Exactly. But… will this really be alright…?”
Irene’s gaze drifted to the object in my hand. It was the horn of the Red Dragon whose throat I had personally slit not long ago.
Since it was starting to get in the way, I set the dragon’s horn down on a suitable table. Irene let out an even more worried sigh.
“Haah… I’m sure nothing will go wrong since you’re the one doing it, Leon… but just in case…”
I understood Irene’s concern. To put it simply, what I was about to do was the unauthorized removal and misappropriation of a national treasure. If things went south, it wasn’t something that could be brushed off as a minor abuse of power or an overstepping of authority.
Of course, if we didn’t get caught, it never happened.
With that in mind… I gave Irene’s plump, soft buttocks a firm squeeze.
“Ahhn…!”
“Now, it’s the Archmage Marshal’s turn.”
“Ye-yes… haah…”
The reason for placing the dragon’s horn in Irene’s storehouse was simple. Just as setting a trap is the surest way to catch a mouse, I was setting a trap to catch a daughter who stole from her mother’s purse every chance she got.
The bait was a dragon’s horn, far more valuable than a piece of cheese. And the spell Irene was currently casting on the horn was, naturally, a tracking spell.
Flash!
Characters of platinum light, the same color as Irene’s hair, wrapped around the dragon’s horn before being sucked inside. Following that, Irene walked toward me and held out her hand.
“Next is you, Leon. Could you give me your hand?”
“Yes, Your Excellency. It is an honor.”
“Pfft…”
For some reason, Irene stroked my hand with a lingering touch as she infused it with the same platinum light. Then, she slowly knelt and looked up at me.
“I don’t need to explain how to use the detection magic, do I? You are the man Sitri herself has acknowledged, after all.”
Of course.
I lightly circulated my magic power and opened my palm. A platinum screen of light flickered into existence above it. The screen displayed the dragon’s horn as a red dot and me as a blue dot.
“Good, it’s perfect. Now then…”
“Haah…!”
As if she had been waiting for this exact moment, a smile carrying a faint, erotic scent spread across Irene’s face. Perhaps it was the backlash from holding back for so long… or perhaps it was because she was gradually awakening to true magic through Sitri…
Lately, Irene had been craving me with a near-gluttonous intensity. She could feel intense pleasure that made her faint, a massive influx of magic power, and most importantly, my love, with her entire body.
“This must all be the grace of the Great Demon…”
“You’re right…! Ah, Lady Sitri… if only I could behold that noble and beautiful figure once more…!”
Since it had come to this, I scooped Irene up into my arms. Irene enjoyed being treated like a lewd masochist, but she also dearly loved thick, sticky sex filled with affection.
“Isn’t that right, Irene?”
“Ahn, I don’t know… ♥”
“Hahaha. I love you, honey.”
“I… I love you too, honey…”
I finally left the storehouse and headed for the bedroom. Even so, I couldn’t show the daughter her mother fainted with her eyes rolled back, wearing nothing but her birthday suit.
‘Not yet… anyway. Hehehe…’
Well then, shall I take my time devouring the mother while waiting for the daughter?
“Oh, leave one last simple spell behind.”
“Huh? Yes… but why…?”
“Thieves are creatures that actually feel more anxious if there isn’t a lock.”
“I see… understood.”
*
Creeeak…
In the mansion, which was as silent as the grave, the sound of a creaking door echoed. It was a sound so faint that one wouldn’t notice it unless they were standing right in front of it.
The intruder, shrouded in darkness, swallowed hard and moved forward. The destination was the basement storehouse. Like a true thief, yet with great familiarity, the intruder stepped lightly into the basement.
Soon, another door appeared before the intruder. Unlike ordinary doors, it was engraved with incantations and magic circles, but the intruder placed a hand on the magic circle and whispered softly.
“…Sesam, öffne dich.”
Click…
It was the sound of all magical and physical locking mechanisms being released. Simultaneously, a soft glow emanated from the lighting fixtures on the ceiling.
Only then was the identity of the intruder revealed.
Purple eyes sparkling like large amethysts, luscious bronzed skin that looked intentionally tanned, and platinum blonde hair roughly hacked short…
The intruder was Merlin, the daughter of the mansion’s owner, Irene.
“Whew…”
As soon as she closed the storehouse door, Merlin let out a shallow sigh.
The mysterious man she had seen for the first time at the mansion recently. She still didn't know what his relationship with her mother was, but for now, Merlin was simply relieved that the man hadn't blocked her path.
‘Now then…’
What should she take to satisfy him? What should she bring so that he would praise her and say she did a good job?
As Merlin scanned the storehouse with such thoughts, a very unfamiliar object caught her eye.
“What is… this? A horn…?”
A dark red horn, which looked incredibly sturdy even at a glance, sat upon a table. She had never seen such a thing before; was it a recent acquisition? Did they not know she was dipping her hands into the storehouse?
While harboring such suspicions and caution, Merlin cautiously approached the strange horn.
“Hmm…”
Stroking the large, hard horn, Merlin began to recall an old memory. This blackish-red color, this immense hardness that could be felt just by touching it. And finally… the massive magic power and ancient sorcery faintly radiating from it.
‘There’s no mistake. It’s a dragon’s horn. Come to think of it… they said a dragon appeared in the Great Forest…’
Judging by the color, it was undoubtedly the horn of the Red Dragon that was said to have appeared in the Great Forest. Having reached that conclusion, Merlin slowly examined the horn once more.
‘It’s about the size of a young child… I wonder how much it weighs.’
The weight was something Merlin, a woman, could manage to move on her own. She worried that its size would be conspicuous, but it was a risk she was willing to take.
‘A dragon is immensely valuable from head to toe. To put it simply, it’s worth nearly its weight in gold.’
The words her late father had once told her remained etched in Merlin’s mind.
“Good. Now, where is a suitable sack… ah, before that.”
Before removing the horn from the table, Merlin thoroughly searched the surroundings. She assumed that an item of this value would naturally have measures to prevent theft.
And, just as Merlin expected…
“No way. An alarm spell is all there is?”
The security installed around the dragon’s horn was nothing but a simple alarm. Moreover, it was at a level simple enough for Merlin to disable.
Merlin felt an instinctive doubt and wariness at that fact, but…
‘Even if I hate to admit it… Mom is the best mage in this country. Besides, she’s the Archmage who subjugated this dragon…’
Therefore, no other security was needed. Her mother’s very existence was the ultimate security… that was the conclusion Merlin reached.
Perhaps she was enchanted by the magic power the dragon’s horn emitted, but Merlin moved her hands again. She erased a corner of the magic circle to disable the spell and wrapped the dragon’s horn in a large sack she found nearby.
“Alright…”
And so, Merlin left the home she hadn't visited in a long time. She had no idea that someone was watching her from the night sky.
*
“The night breeze is still cool, isn’t it? Right, Sitri?”
“Fufu, indeed. Haah~ I’m finally flying through the night sky with you.”
It goes without saying, but I was currently gliding leisurely through the night sky with Sitri. It was a stroll to whisper sweet nothings, and at the same time, I was tailing the stray cat playing in the palm of my hand.
Thanks to that, my eyes were constantly following Merlin as she ran through this alley and that.
“By the way, she’s heading into a dangerous area.”
“Heh… is she?”
It probably didn't matter to Sitri, but like any place where people live, the Imperial Capital, Berlina, naturally had its rough neighborhoods. You could call it a medieval slum where not only humans but all sorts of demi-humans and the poor gathered.
“I guess making Irene faint was the right call after all.”
“Fufu, are you sure you weren't just enjoying yourself?”
“Well… I can’t say I wasn't…”
If her only daughter stepped foot into such a perilous place, our Archmage Marshal would probably have burned that entire slum to the ground by now. Well… it was a sentiment that was likely difficult for Sitri to understand.
“Hmm… even so, I don’t think Irene is the type to go that far…”
“Think of it as me. If I had stepped into a place like that when I was a child, what would you have done?”
“Well, naturally… hmm. I suppose I can understand to some extent.”
For the record, my overprotective Great Demon just imagined tearing every living creature that approached me limb from limb. She even thought about ripping their hearts out while they were still alive and crushing them…
‘In the past, it would have been a joke like a dream within a dream, but now…’
Of course, Sitri’s true strength and most of her authorities were currently sealed. Even so, enough of her power had returned that she could kill a person or two as easily as crushing a bug.
Because of that, a sudden thought occurred to me. What would happen if I released Sitri from her seal?
‘Right now, she thankfully only looks at me and only thinks of me… but if the reason and necessity for that disappeared…’
There was no telling what would happen.
Tsk, I still have a long way to go. To think a moment would come where I’d doubt Sitri, even briefly.
Of course, I had no intention of leaving Sitri imprisoned like this. Although she herself said she was satisfied with her current life and never breathed a word of complaint, it weighed on my mind no matter how much I thought about it. The fact remained that Sitri had been imprisoned from 500 years ago until now.
‘In that case, there’s only one thing to do.’
As soon as I organized my thoughts, Sitri, who had been silently looking down, spoke up.
“She stopped. Shall we go down?”
“No, let’s wait a moment.”
Merlin, who had been busily running through the night streets, ducked into a dilapidated, abandoned building. It looked like the hideout of the gang of punks she hung around with.
“Now… let’s wait.”
“Until when?”
“Until Merlin is alone. Even an elf is a person; she’ll have to go to the bathroom or something eventually.”
“Hmm… well, perhaps. Then what do you plan to do in the meantime? Surely you don’t intend to just watch from the air like this…”
“Haha, of course not. In the meantime, shall we have some private time together?”
“Fufu, private time for just the two of us. Those words alone are quite enchanting.”
Without needing to say who went first, Sitri and I embraced each other. High in the night sky where only the two of us existed, we shared a conversation that only the two of us could hear.