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Bahamons was experiencing a profound shift in his common sense. "Die, you skeleton! Hyaah!" Karen was flying through the air, unleashing a barrage of spells at the bone fragments swarming overhead. Though she couldn't yet access the 6th Circle magic she'd once mastered, her spells' efficiency had improved dramatically. Even basic attacks refined from raw mana felt far more potent than before, and the flying bone shards began dropping from the sky one by one under her assault.
"Haah!" The problem was the lewd pleasure that tickled her lower abdomen with every spell she cast. Having already climaxed once before the battle even began, the sensation pressing against her womb felt more like torment than delight.
'Hurry up and come out, you idiot skeleton!' Karen scanned the battlefield with flushed cheeks. As the hero had said, there had to be a lich somewhere controlling this skeleton legion—and taking it down would end the fight. And once the battle was over...
"Ahng." Even without casting a spell, Karen's body began to tremble. Just imagining doing that thrilling deed with the hero again made her core itch unbearably.
"You filthy wench! How dare you make such depraved noises!" In that moment, Karen spotted a skeletal mage hovering in midair, shouting at her. The mage was pointing accusingly, calling her depraved. Karen's eyes lit up.
"Bahamons?"
"Indeed. I am the great lord of death, founder of the first Ma—"
"Die!" The instant Karen confirmed it was Bahamons, she unleashed a flame spell. The small spark from her hand ballooned in size, soon dyeing the surroundings a vivid crimson as if to incinerate everything. Even the dwarves locked in combat paused in shock, glancing skyward.
'Got him.' Karen clenched her fist, watching the flames slam directly into Bahamons. Ever since the Mana Circle formed in her womb, her basic spells had gained immense power. And the one she'd just fired wasn't ordinary fire magic. It looked like a standard fireball, but Karen had painstakingly crafted it by weaving wind magic into the flames to amplify their destructive force. No matter that he was a high-ranking demon army officer and lich mage—Karen trusted her spell completely. And indeed, the blaze was melting his rotten bones in real time.
"Hngh." Confirming the lich melting away, Karen let out a lewd moan. The complex spell had properly stimulated her womb, and the thought of spending steamy time with the hero soon after only heightened her arousal.
"Insolent junior bitch—interrupting me while I speak?" But even as his bones liquefied, the lich muttered calmly. The moment Karen realized something was wrong, black energy poured from his hand—and shot straight toward her.
"Kyaa!" Karen dodged swiftly, but the lich's magic pursued her like it had homing capabilities, grazing her body. An unbearable, dank death aura swept over her, and only then did she grasp that the lich before her was a magical genius on par with herself.
"You... what are you?"
Bahamons stared at Karen in utter bewilderment. Mixing elemental magics at will was astonishing enough, but the sheer power of her spells was unnaturally overwhelming.
'How the hell did she do that, you rotten junior?' Even if Bahamons cast the same spell the same way, he couldn't guarantee that level of potency. Of course, that was just his analysis of the magic itself—he never considered the possibility of losing to this upstart. Their lifetimes of magical experience were worlds apart, and he was an immortal lich besides. Though he'd left the Magic Tower long ago, at his core, Bahamons remained a truth-seeking mage. Curiosity sparked toward this woman wielding such incomprehensible power, so he fired his death aura to probe her body.
The aura swept through her swiftly, revealing her condition effortlessly. The problem? What he discovered defied all common sense.
'A Mana Circle in her womb? What kind of insane nonsense is that?'
"D-Die, skeleton!" Shaking off the death aura in an instant, the female mage unleashed another mixed-element spell.
"You mad bitch!" Bahamons spat a curse and rapidly deployed a shield. He wouldn't die from a direct hit anyway, but losing to some green junior would bruise his pride.
"Ahng!" The problem was that this inscrutable junior trembled violently right after casting, letting out bitch-in-heat moans. Ignoring the sounds, the deranged ecstasy on her face alone turned Bahamons's stomach.
"Quit showboating!" Dissipating her spell midair, Bahamons summoned black flames and glared at Karen.
'Karen's... holding her own.' I sighed in relief watching her clash with Bahamons. Her skill hadn't surpassed his yet, but oddly, he seemed unable to focus fully on the fight either.
'Where is it? Where the hell are you?' I scanned the battlefield anxiously, searching for someone. The dwarves fought valiantly, but the sheer number of skeletons kept things at a stalemate. But the horde itself wasn't the priority. Even Bahamons battling Karen ranked lower.
'He won't die anyway.' I had my Immortal Body from the goddess's power, but Bahamons had achieved his through his own prowess. He was once human, so it wasn't perfect—there was a weakness. And what I sought was the one holding that weakness: his phylactery.
"Damn it! Grab that skeleton bastard!!" I whipped my head toward a familiar voice from one edge of the field. A bloodied dwarf charged a skeleton knight with wild eyes. This was the blacksmith envoy who'd smashed the skull of Bahamons's messenger. Despite his age—evident from his casual speech even to the king—his strength overwhelmed most dwarves. Honestly, it was hard to tell if he was a smith or a warrior.
The blacksmith dwarf was demonstrating veteran prowess, but his foe was ill-matched. Unlike the rabble clutching crude weapons, this skeleton knight boasted proper armor and sword, its skill nothing to scoff at. Only a greatsword master or the mercenary empress could match its blade work.
'Found you.' I smirked as it effortlessly parried the axe-loving smith's blow. That knight was the phylactery I'd been hunting. I plunged into the fray, striding swiftly toward it. Skeletons in my path were mere annoyances—they weren't my match.
Crack. Without even drawing my sword, the bones of skeleton soldiers struck by my blade shattered with cheerful snaps. Nearby dwarves noticed, realizing I had a target and clearing my path.
"Hero, whatever it is, we'll help!"
"Yeah, you cheeky bastard, but hurry up and smash these shitty skeletons!"
Once riled, the dwarves fought fiercely, letting me close in on the knight more easily.
"Scree—." The issue? As I neared, it sensed me. The skeleton knight immediately dispatched flying monsters my way—harpies and griffins plummeting from above like kamikazes. I drew my sword.
'Not today!' I channeled energy into the blade. Even without pressing Katrin's button, it began to vibrate. I slashed diagonally with the glowing white sword, unleashing a torrent of pale light.