Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: The Archmage and the Spirit User (2)
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Yueli Madruna.
She hailed from the Kingdom of Ventorino. The family name she bore made it clear she came from noble blood. But Yueli wasn't one to be bound by status or lineage. To be precise, she simply didn't care. That indifference extended even to her homeland.
Even when it fell to the demonkin, she felt nothing.
To the retainers clamoring for revenge, she said:
"Why should I?"
Loyalty to family? A sense of duty to restore her house? Patriotism for a fallen kingdom? She'd never held any such notions, not since she was a child.
The only thing she was grateful to her family for was the spirit user's talent that had luckily been passed down to her. Even that had begun to wane at some point, leading her to unseal and contract a ferocious ancient spirit out of sheer boredom.
A bizarre spirit that devoured others of its kind to grow stronger. But its power was undeniably impressive. Thanks to it, even amid the raging war with the demonkin, she could roam freely wherever she pleased.
And then, she found him.
The man who first stirred feelings of love within her.
At that moment, she felt grateful to her family for a second time—for bequeathing her an appearance perfect for seducing him. Of course, she had always been the most beautiful among them.
Her stunning looks drew countless men as she wandered the continent. Glossy pink hair that shimmered brilliantly. Unsure of Pedro's tastes, she'd let it grow long ever since they met, usually tying it into a side ponytail on the right with a black heart-shaped hair tie.
Even after eighteen years, now in her late thirties, her beauty rivaled her twenties. It was no wonder Valdes recognized her at once.
"Pe!! Dro!! Ah♥"
Yueli flashed a bubbly smile at Valdes from afar.
The hero Pedro.
She hadn't believed the news of his death at the hands of demonkin raiders.
That man was a monster who had long transcended human limits. He wasn't the type to fall to mere remnants without the Demon King or Four Heavenly Kings. If anything, betrayal by other humans seemed more likely. But revenge could wait—finding him came first.
He was surely alive somewhere.
So she secretly gathered his blood, semen, and hair strands, heading to the spirit realm to craft a detector. Its core? Her womb. Simple reason: whenever she saw him, it throbbed intensely. She amplified that resonance for tracking.
Six years to make the detector. Twelve more scouring the mortal plane. Eighteen years total hunting him down. Two more, and she'd have paused the search for revenge instead.
Then, at last, she found Pedro. His appearance had changed a bit, but her womb pounded fiercely still.
That boy was Pedro.
"...You crazy bitch."
"Yep yep! Your crazy bitch Yueli♥"
Just looking at her made irritation boil up, twisting his face.
'Never thought I'd run into her here. No way this is coincidence.'
This wasteland wasn't ruined by demonkin—it had always been barren. With reconstruction elsewhere demanding all resources, the royals had no spare attention here.
The bordering territory with the Dezark Empire? Better to invest elsewhere than develop it. They left it untouched, sending only occasional patrols or monster hunts.
Truly a forsaken place. For her to show up so soon after his arrival? No excuses like "just wandering by" would fly. And despite being underground in the dungeon, she knew he was here.
"Quit bothering me and fuck off."
"Yep yep! Got it! Let's go to the spirit realm together! We can live happily ever after, just the two of us!"
"...You don't listen for shit."
It had always been like this.
Compared to the easier-to-talk-with Beatrice, Yueli steamrolled conversations on her own terms. During his hero days, he'd considered kicking her from the party multiple times.
Her combat prowess made her useful in war, and she'd just follow anyway if booted. Plus, a hero couldn't just beat up his spirit user comrade.
But not anymore.
"That spirit's gotten fucking huge. Why'd you even summon this thing?"
"'Cause if I don't, you might vanish again? I'll protect you♥"
"Folks call that kidnapping and false imprisonment."
"This is the start of our loving date!"
"Ha, fuck."
A curse slipped out.
Wasteland or not, it had owners. Prolonged commotion wouldn't end well. Especially with that massive spirit drawing eyes.
"Can you at least put the spirit away first?"
"Trying to escape? No way!!"
With Yueli's shout, the spirit's arm lunged to grab him.
Kuwaaang—
"Tch!"
Valdes dodged the spirit and shifted position to avoid damage.
The dungeon entrance loomed nearby. He didn't want the spirit wrecking it—or worse.
"Again! Trying to run again!! No way!!!"
She usually spoke aloud casually, but her spirit linked deeply to her mind. She could command it with thoughts or will alone.
That was why Yueli stood out even before devouring masses of spirits eighteen years ago. Add the power from those feasts and mana piled under "talent," and she surpassed even master-level foes.
-Kuhahaha!! It's been ages since I cut loose like this!!
Responding to her will, four more arms sprouted from the spirit's shoulders—two per side.
Spirits were especially annoying because the stronger ones lacked fixed forms. Half-fluid bodies shrugged off normal physical attacks. Yet their swings hurt normals—a pinnacle of unfairness.
Of course, irrelevant to Valdes.
"How to deal with that thing..."
In his eyes, the spirit matched Four Heavenly Kings level now. Impressive growth in eighteen years.
But Valdes had crushed them effortlessly back then.
Proving it, he evaded the barrage of six flailing arms with ease. Dropping Yueli wasn't worth deep thought. He pondered beyond that.
"Objectively, solid firepower. But taking her in risks trouble... Killing's a waste, but sparing means she'll stalk and harass forever?"
To Valdes, Yueli was a hot potato.
Recruit her? Walking disaster. Leave her? Nuisance.
Former comrade or not, killing felt off. No real betrayal—just crazy love. He'd spared worse offenders.
"Pedro!! Why keep running!!"
Yueli herself wasn't that strong. She'd poured most power into her spirit.
Frustrating that even its bulk couldn't snag Pedro.
"Shut the fuck up, you crazy bitch!"
"No way!! It's been so long!! Why not come to me?! There's another woman, right?!"
"Whether there is or not, what business is it of yours!!"
"I'll kill her!!"
"...What?"
Kill? Who?
Valdes halted amid the irritating mess at Yueli's yell. Caught by the spirit's hand, he dangled midair.
"Kyaa!! Gotcha♥"
"...Hey. Who're you killing?"
The spirit dragged him right before Yueli.
"Your other women, duh."
"......"
"Should've done this ages ago! That princess bitch too!! How dare she flirt with my Pedro!! Aaah, now we'll be together forever, my love♥♥"
"You're. Actually insane, huh?"
"...Huh?"
His voice chilled to bone-freezing cold.
Yueli might be half-mad, but not so foolish to miss it. The Pedro she knew turned icy when truly angry. Just like now.
-Hey, hey. This feels kinda dangerous, no...?
The spirit sensed it too, calling her in panic, but she fixated on Valdes.
"P-P-Pedro? Wh-what's... wrong?"
"Was trying to let it slide somehow..."
"Wh-what?"
Kuwoong—
"Kyaaak!!"
-Guh!! Wh-what is this...?!
A crushing aura flooded the space.
Yueli, with mere knight-level physique, face-planted. The spirit's massive frame buckled, knees slamming down.
"...You're beyond saving."
-This is bad!! Run!!
The spirit yelled frantically at its contractor.
Its true body resided in her. As long as she survived, it could revive despite losses. Knowing Valdes targeted her, it bound him with all six hands.
"You shut up."
Sssrng—.
-Im... impossible....
Full-power restraint. He hadn't even seen a sword drawn, nor the motion. Yet in an instant, its head aside, the body shredded into hundreds of chunks.
"Wh-wh-what...?"
Valdes allowed her head to lift just enough—she saw it all.
His face visible through the spirit's crumbling pieces. An expression unseen in their two years together. Pure rage. Terror seized her, body trembling at the sight.
"Yueli. You crossed the line. Even for you, you shouldn't have said that."
"S-s-sorry!! N-no, forgive me!!"
She willed an apology, but his mana pressure pinned her immobile. Only head and neck twitched faintly.
"I'd love to kill you. Consider yourself lucky. Demon Army lacks decent spirit users."
"Eh? D-Demon Army?"
No time to process—her body floated up.
"Wh-what? —Guhk, kek."
Yueli flew to Valdes, throat gripped. Legs kicked futilely for air, but mana crushed resistance.
"Didn't plan to go this far, but..."
Mana gathered in his free hand—he punched her gut.
Bang!!
"Guh—hek, kuhk, ah, aaahng...♥"
"You... ha, damn. Truly a crazy bitch, huh?"
Valdes was dumbfounded. Throat choked, mana-laced fist to the belly. Yet she grinned. Tears, snot, drool mixing, lips curled happily.
"This should make it easier."
No need for more blows. He yanked her top, shredding it instantly. Spirit-and-mana-reinforced fabric? Ordinary cloth to him.
Torn scraps fluttered, revealing porcelain skin. No bruise or redness from the punch.
Panties peeked above pants, ignored. Instead, fingers to her lower abdomen.
"Don't resist."
"Y-yes, aaah...♥"
Not mere pain-infliction. Spirit users resisted spells and curses via hosting cores. The gut punch lowered defenses.
Mana flowed from fingers on her lower belly.
"Kuhk, kgh, kehuk...! Ah, aaa, hek, hngk...♥"
Normally minutes-long, but per his words, Yueli welcomed the mana.
Soon, a third-stage lewd tattoo—extra strokes—etched on her lower belly.
"From now on, you're my slave."
"Y-yes? "
"Don't like lewd tattoo restraints usually, but for you, most limits apply."
Wooong.
The tattoo glowed, imposing bindings. She didn't resist—bliss surged. Just being with Pedro—Valdes—filled her with joy.
"Ah, aaang, kheg...♥"
"By the way, this one's called Toilet's Lewd Tattoo. Among mine, one of the harshest."
"T-Toi... let...?"
"Yeah. You're my slave—and lower than humans, a flesh toilet."
Mocking her fully, he hurled her down.
Bam—spirit user's body sprawled big-X on the ground. Face twisted—impact or "flesh toilet" shock? Unclear.
"Kuhk!"
Air rushed in; dry coughs. Still couldn't move below the neck.
Valdes flicked fingers. Pants and panties shredded—lower half bare. Trimmed bush soaked, valley flooded.
Wondering what got her wet, he knelt, pried legs wide, thrust manhood deep.
Puk—!
"──!!"
Face twisted in tangled pain, pleasure, joy.
Red blood trickled around the intrusion. Naturally—a virgin. No masochist, hymen rupture stung.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Yet no masochism, but Pedro's strikes alone soaked her. Post-break scream? Pure ecstasy moan.
"Haaaang—♥♥"