Chapter 292: The Loathing Potion (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 292: The Loathing Potion (1)
The day one could sleep in the same bed as Karami. This so-called “turn” was an incredibly precious time for the slaves.
It was a chance to spend an intimate evening together, just the two of them, without any interruptions.
Not only that, but on this day, Karami would readily grant even the most difficult requests he usually wouldn’t entertain.
Things they wanted, words they wanted to hear, activities they wanted to do.
It was, in essence, a day for wishes to come true.
It was only natural that the slaves eagerly counted down the days until their turn.
But while the other slaves used their time to fulfill their own unique and shadowy desires, Azyeth’s request was, as always, quintessentially her.
To have a fairy tale read to her.
As the number of fairy tales Karami had written for her grew, it was no longer just one book but several. Still, the night always ended with Snow White.
Falling asleep to the sound of his voice reading her the story of Snow White was the greatest happiness of Azyeth’s life.
She was a girl who found contentment in small things, without any grand ambitions. She hadn’t changed, but the circumstances around her were beginning to.
The others were doing all sorts of things with Karami. She couldn’t remain satisfied with being treated like a child, having fairy tales read to her forever.
The happy ending of the prince and princess.
To seize that ending for herself, Azyeth had no choice but to change.
And so, the night of Azyeth’s turn arrived.
Karami was naturally preparing to read her a fairy tale, as it was always what she wanted, even if she didn’t ask for it first.
“Rami.”
Just as Karami was about to open the book, Azyeth gently took his hand.
Her expression was as devoid of emotion as ever. It was a subtle difference that only someone who knew Azyeth well could notice.
A look of grim determination settled in her eyes.
“What is it?”
“Today… not this. Something else.”
“That’s a first for you, Azyeth… Well, I don’t mind. What is it you’d like to do?”
“Not do. I want something.”
“What is it you want?”
Instead of answering, Azyeth began to draw. It was a sketchbook and a set of crayons Karami had gifted her, knowing her love for fairy tales.
They looked like ordinary items, but they were magic tools crafted in the Magic Tower. The magic crayons could produce a variety of colors from a single stick.
After sketching for a moment, Azyeth turned the sketchbook so Karami could see.
Unfortunately, having a pretty face didn't guarantee artistic talent, and it was clear she had none.
However, he could make out what she was trying to draw.
The pale blue-haired woman wearing an ice crown was Azyeth herself, and the black-haired man was Karami.
Between them, holding their hands, was a small child with a smiling face.
“A baby. I want one.”
“Hmm…”
“Is… is it not okay?”
It wasn’t that it wasn’t okay.
Unlike a certain country with a plummeting birth rate, they had a large house, money, and someone who could cure even incurable diseases.
It would be hard to find a more suitable environment for raising a child.
“I’m just asking to be sure, but you do know how babies are made, right?”
“I’m… not an idiot.”
“Wow…”
An exclamation escaped Karami’s lips before he could stop it.
Right, Azyeth was no idiot.
No, it was so obvious it didn’t even need to be said.
But he had a feeling that if he shared this news, everyone would have the exact same reaction he just did.
He wanted to tell them all right this instant, but…
“…I hate you, Rami.”
“I’m just kidding.”
Seeing Azyeth’s pouting face as she stared at him, Karami decided to stop teasing her.
In truth, Azyeth’s declaration wasn’t all that surprising.
Even back in the game, slaves who had maxed out their affection levels would often try to woo him with an “impregnation attack.” It was the same now.
So, the only thing needed was for Karami to make up his mind.
I do want to see it, though.
A baby that looked like Azyeth.
It would surely be unbelievably cute.
So cute it would defy imagination and cause a stir throughout the world.
Well, it’s not like I use protection with the others, anyway.
It was bound to happen eventually.
Once his thoughts reached that point, there was no longer any reason to hesitate.
After all, Karami himself was overflowing with the desire to stain her, a field of pure white snow, with his own color.
“If you want one that badly, shall we give it a try? Making a baby.”
At Karami’s answer, Azyeth’s eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly.
She had given her consent, but she didn’t know what to do next. She glanced around before demurely lying down in the center of the bed.
As if to say she was leaving the rest to Karami.
She didn’t seem particularly embarrassed, her face remaining impassive. But a faint blush shimmered under the mood lighting, and the speed of her blinking had doubled.
A smile curved Karami’s lips at her adorable behavior as he slowly approached.
—No, Princess! How dare this insolent worm even think of laying a hand on you!
Skadia, who had been watching everything, tried to emerge.
“Stop peeping and go to sleep, Mr. Voyeur Dragon.”
—I’ll chew you down to the very bone, you…
But she, too, was Karami’s slave and could not refuse. She fell into a deep sleep.
By the time she awoke, everything would be over.
Having put the interloper to sleep, Karami approached Azyeth, who was waiting just for him.
Smooch.
A gentle kiss marked the beginning of a long night.
*
As a vampire, Elize was exceptionally sensitive to the smell of blood.
Just by its scent, she could get a rough idea of a person’s condition.
And now, Elize’s keen sense of smell had detected a trace of blood.
Strangely, it was wafting from Azyeth, who normally had no discernible scent at all.
She knew exactly what it meant.
Only two people could read the changes in Azyeth’s expression.
Karami and Skadia.
Unless she made it obvious, to others, she always looked the same.
But Elize could tell from the scent of blood that the current Azyeth was in a state of considerable excitement.
“Haaah…”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
She said it was nothing, but she wouldn’t have sighed if it were truly nothing.
Elize needed to think seriously.
She needed to find a novel way to capture Karami’s heart, something the other slaves hadn’t done.
“Why did you call us all here today, Elize?”
Narsha asked, singling Elize out.
The six slaves were currently gathered in their secret round table meeting room. Not even Karami knew of its existence. Only they did.
Usually, they only gathered here when there was a problem so significant that it required their collective intelligence.
Today, it was Elize who had called the meeting.
“The reason for this meeting is simple. I think you’ve all felt it. The gravity of our current situation.”
“Gravity?”
“I think the Master’s interest in us is waning.”
It wasn’t that he wasn’t giving them affection.
“Don’t you think the Master has grown tired of us?”
To put it simply, he had fallen into a rut.
From what she’d heard, he had asked Naredi, Ivrelia, Heukbi, and even Morgana to show him their panties, bypassing his own slaves.
The recent incident with Myra was similar. Karami, having grown accustomed to the mundane, was seeking out new forms of entertainment.
As it happened, they had all been harboring similar thoughts.
“I know, but what can we do? We’ve already done everything there is to do with him.”
A first time is only possible the first time.
It was only natural for interest to fade as they spent more time together.
Of course, the slaves would never come to dislike Karami, nor he them, but as slaves, they wanted to serve their master.
But with just the six of them, there was no way to give their master new stimulation.
“That’s why I came up with something.”
Elize’s eyes gleamed.
*
“So, you’re saying… we should modify our personalities?”
“That’s right.”
If a first time is only possible once, then they just had to create a new first time.
The body remains the same.
Only the mind is changed.
That was the method Elize had devised, a way to serve their master with their bodies anew.
“I understand what you’re trying to say, but there’s no need for that. It’s true I wanted some stimulation, but my interest in you all has absolutely not faded.”
“No. We want to do this.”
“I like all of you just the way you are now. I’ll pretend I never heard this talk of personality modification.”
“…”
With Karami’s refusal, Elize’s hard-won idea seemed to have become meaningless. That was when Alfia spoke up.
“Then how about this? We reverse our affection for him. What was it called? A loathing potion?”
In magical terms, it was a type of hypnosis or mind control.
It was said to be used between lovers or by masters of slaves who wanted to experience new stimulation.
Simply reversing their affection wasn't the same as modifying their personalities, so it should be fine.
But Narsha rejected it outright, as if it wasn’t even worth considering.
“I refuse. To come to hate the Master? That is something that must never happen, and I have no desire to do it.”
“Why? Not confident?”
“…What did you say?”
Narsha glared at Rin with murderous eyes.
“Even if we use magic to reverse our affection, what does it matter? There’s no way Rin would ever hate the Master. I’m sure I’d easily overcome something like that and fall in love with him all over again. What, are you not so confident?”
No matter the situation, her feelings for her master would never change.
That was Rin’s assertion.
She was brimming with confidence.
In the end, she would love her master again.
Even Narsha couldn’t let Rin’s provocation slide this time.
It was a remark that dismissed her affection for Karami.
“Ha! Who says I’m not confident? Fine. Let’s do it. Just don’t come crying to me later.”
“Hmph, as if that would ever happen. What about the rest of you? You’re in, right?”
There were no verbal replies, but everyone shared Narsha’s sentiment.
There wasn’t a single slave here who would back down from such a challenge.
And so, the slaves briskly established the rules among themselves.
1. Reverse the affection of all six slaves toward Karami.
2. Any action that threatens Karami’s physical safety is forbidden.
3. The game ends whenever Karami wishes it to.
4. No holding grudges afterward.
5. The game begins tomorrow morning.
Mirabelle cast the spell on everyone.
Meanwhile, Karami, who had been watching it all, thought to himself.
“Is it just me, or does this feel awfully familiar?”
He felt like he could already see exactly how this game would end.