The Follower
The accommodations where knights could live separately were the underground dormitories of the apprentice mages.
With so many rooms available, one person per room became the standard, and meals could be eaten separately at the Magic Tower. In effect, it cost nothing to live there.
Compared to the Knights’ Squad, where each person had to pack their own lunch and personally manage their equipment checks, it was clearly much more convenient.
“It wasn’t as bad as I thought?”
“Yeah, the Magic Tower really is a collection of technological know-how.”
“I just used the bathroom. They have separate facilities for men and women?”
“Hm.”
The knights were gathered in Commander Winston’s room, chatting casually.
They were sharing the impressions they’d gained from coming to the Magic Tower and its internal structure in a simple way.
After hearing the general outline, Winston nodded and issued a warning to the knights.
“Anyway, we’re here on assignment. The most important thing is not to upset the mages’ feelings.”
“Prince Legion mentioned that the Night Armor project could be the key to ending the war.”
“So make sure everyone gives it their all and helps the mages.”
The knights’ eyes filled with determination at Winston’s words.
The war had dragged on for far too long and wearily.
They just wanted it to end, but it burned on like a campfire packed with dry wood and could not be quenched.
At some point, the situation had become so unbearable they could barely endure it.
This Night Armor might be the weapon to end that war.
Perhaps even the victory of the kingdom.
“Haa… especially since we all know it’s humiliating—”
Just as Winston tried to say the one thing that was the true reason they had come here, something he found almost impossible to voice.
Clunk!
“Ah, there you are. What the hell are you doing? Joining a mafia?”
The woman with sky-blue hair stepped inside. Her irritable tone toward Lee Dam had vanished the moment she signed the contract.
“Looks like the room’s packed.”
Ten knights in one of the single-occupancy rooms created an impossibly cramped space.
As Lee Dam strode in, the knights swallowed hard.
She wasn’t wearing the robe she had earlier but was in pajamas. The very relaxed appearance looked far too sloppy.
“This… is it a trap?”
“I thought she was definitely a lecherous type.”
“Thought she’d be a filthy, poop-covered hag…”
To be honest, the knights hadn’t felt much burden about having to treat Lee Dam’s “sexual needs.”
At first, when they heard the story, they had imagined an ugly woman who couldn’t hug a man without force.
They had figured it would be impossible to get aroused by her.
But what the hell was this?
Lee Dam was, in plain terms, a woman made entirely of pheromones.
The knights outwardly said they hated it or pretended to be uneasy, but the moment they removed the knightly mask, they would have paid anything to sleep with her.
Lee Dam strode into the room of muscle-bound men.
Among the knights swallowing their saliva, she addressed Commander Winston.
“Starting tomorrow, we begin right away. Any special schedule? Like morning training or something.”
“Ah, yes. We do morning runs at six. We run until seven, wash up, and then eat.”
“Well, for meals we’re flexible. We can eat whenever we want and head to the cafeteria.”
She crossed her arms, her full breasts prominently displayed.
“Then we’ll report for duty by nine… Do you know where the research lab is? Just gather in front of the dormitory. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Understood.”
“Hm.”
After saying that, Lee Dam scanned Winston from head to toe and snapped her fingers.
“Extend your arm.”
“Eh?”
“Quickly.”
“Ah, yes.”
Winston slowly extended his arm.
His thick arm, scarred in many places, was said to contain the honor of a knight and the passage of time.
Lee Dam began to inspect it, running her fingers over every inch.
*Is it starting?!*
*Is the commander the first one?*
*I’m jealous!*
The knights swallowed hard.
Lee Dam methodically examined Winston’s arm, from shoulder to forearm, down to every finger joint, and nodded.
“Okay, good.”
“V-Very good, sir?!”
Winston, the knight.
Physically he was a massive gorilla of a man who had attracted many marriage proposals, but because he kept women at a distance, it was partly for the sake of his knightly chastity and mostly because he could die at any moment on the battlefield.
It was the first time a woman had looked him over so openly and possessively.
His heart had pounded, but
“Yeah, it shouldn’t break easily.”
*She’s saying she’ll break me?!*
*She really means to?*
*She likes orc dick, I guess it makes sense!*
*Insane bitch! When the hell?!*
It had begun.
It definitely had begun!
Thinking that, the knights hurriedly prepared to unbuckle their belts.
“Well, then.”
Lee Dam removed her hands and walked straight toward the door.
“Grow up. It’s going to be hell from tomorrow onward.”
“……Eh?”
“Grow.”
Clunk.
The door closed behind her as she left.
The knights who had just been certain it was starting stared blankly at the closed door.
As she stepped outside, Lee Dam clicked her tongue.
*Ugh, damn.*
She was highly sensitive to mana. She could now easily sense the movements of ambient mana.
*The exercise-loving men had their dicks raised to the skies. They really got creamed.*
The knights had felt their lower bodies stiffen and their pants swell through the mana.
*Of course.*
Lee Dam agreed.
*She didn’t control even her period.*
She would have done the same if she had been in that situation and a stupid woman was swinging in front of her—.
Crash!
“Ah, shit!”
Lee Dam tripped on her own foot because of her breasts and collapsed to the floor, cursing.
The surrounding doors quickly opened, then closed the moment they saw her fall.
They didn’t want to be caught with such vulgar words.
Lee Dam dragged herself back to her room, grumbling.
While preparing roughly for tomorrow’s experiment and time gradually passed.
Knock knock.
A knock came from outside.
Because it was underground, telling time was difficult, but she knew it was past midnight.
*Who the hell?*
She opened the door, thinking who would come looking for her at this late hour.
It was one of the knights from the Sealix Knights Squad, the one she had seen earlier.
Winston’s equal in size, short black hair, and a face that conveyed a troubled history.
Knight, Noland.
By the way, he claimed his penis was 15 cm soft and 20 cm erect.
“What? Why did you come?”
Lee Dam crossed her arms and openly irritated the sudden visitor.
Noland looked around.
“May I come inside for a moment?”
“No.”
“……Please. I only have something to say inside.”
“If it’s a love confession, I reject it. I’m not gay.”
“Eh?”
Noland didn’t understand what she meant, but he begged several times until Lee Dam finally let him in.
Clunk.
The door closed.
“You damn bastard, if it’s useless I’ll kill you right here—”
“Saintess!”
Noland immediately bowed his head and knelt before Lee Dam.
“…Saintess?”
He had felt confused for a moment, but Noland showed the blind devotion he had lacked earlier and placed his hand over his chest.
“I heard that you personally met Lord Astraziel and shaped her form.”
*Ah, Black Sun.*
For a long time she had been so busy she had completely forgotten about that side of things.
Thinking about it, Noman the bald-headed mage was also a dark magic user who worshipped the Evil God.
*I forgot.*
She had only remembered him as the convenient bald idiot.
While Lee Dam recalled the sect, Noland spoke without pause, excitement making him spit.
“After seeing Lord Astraziel’s true appearance, I felt something boiling in my chest. Tremor? Emotion? It could not possibly be anything but a divine, magnificent form!”
Mmm.
Indeed.
Even if Lee Dam considered it now, Astraziel was the absolute masterpiece.
Isn’t she cool?
I should check her again later.
“So why did you come?”
Well, that was that.
She had guessed there must be a reason if he came at this hour.
“T-Tfirst, I came to greet you. If the Saintess needs my help or has any secret instructions—”
He was basically offering to be a cock sleeve.
More cock sleeves were better.
“Got it.”
Lee Dam waved dismissively.
Noland hurriedly added, “N-Not only that, there is also Lord Camael’s message.”
“Camael?”
The bishop of Astraziel.
A handsome man with long black hair. At first he had tried to test her, but after receiving the Evil God’s authority he switched sides immediately.
*I remembered his authority.*
She had forgotten because she hadn’t used it since the forge incident.
He called it the Evil God’s authority but the name sounded flashy and it was completely useless.
“Lord Camael is in the Boulian Republic. The movements there are troubling. Especially Member Fontaine is aggressively persuading the other members, saying we must strengthen regulations against the Magic Towers.”
“What, what?”
“Especially during the Exchange Day, pointing out the Saintess’s attitude—”
“Well, if it’s annoying, hit back.”
Lee Dam’s nonchalant reply made Noland grin and nod.
“That’s right. The Saintess only interacts with the gods. If those bastards want anything, I’ll rip out their flesh and intestines alive and present them.”
*Insane zealots.*
It was a misunderstanding.
These were black magic users who worshipped the Evil God and opposed the Magic Towers, a group that believed magic should be wielded through autonomy rather than discipline and rules.
The Magic Tower couldn’t be called completely clean, but they were the type who naturally accepted the crazy idea of letting mages operate like an army.
Lee Dam thought the Magic Tower was far better.
“Got it. I’ll speak when I’m free.”
“Yes! I’ll wait!”
Noland grinned and bowed, then left.
After he went outside and returned to his room.
“Noland.”
Commander Winston called out to him from the corridor.
“H-Commander?”
“Feeling something off, I came out. You came from Lee Dam the mage’s room?”
*Shit!*
Noland’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.
He knew the commander had good instincts, but he never imagined he was still awake this late at night.
They had only just met, and if the commander caught him already, the Saintess would not trust his abilities.
How could he explain it naturally here?
Noland recalled easily.
“T-Today I came to take care of the Saintess’s night duties.”
“…….”
Winston’s eyes widened. After sighing, he approached Noland.
Tap tap.
“You worked hard. That’s why your face is so pale.”
After patting his shoulder, he walked straight into his own room.
The pale face had been caused by Winston suddenly appearing, but
Well, it didn’t matter.
*Whew.*
Noland exhaled a sigh of relief and entered his room.
*Anyway, the Saintess will soon need night care—*
It wasn’t weird at all.