Chapter 819
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 819
Over dinner, I was listening to Silvia recount her visit to the Arachne Clan.
I’d sent her off last night, but our Vanessa wouldn’t let her go all day. Sigh. It’s really tough being so popular, you know.
Alright, I suppose I’ll stop boasting. There’s nothing more futile than showing off to yourself, after all.
Anyway, it seems she concluded the discussion well, like the capable Silvia she is when she’s not around me.
The spoils from monster hunts would be split exactly fifty-fifty, regardless of who contributed what to the battle.
And despite it being a sudden proposal, they reportedly showed enthusiasm to depart not just tomorrow, but even immediately, right then and there when Silvia visited, if possible.
Well, they must have been preparing in advance since I sent Alicia, but still, the Arachne Clan is strangely enthusiastic about going to the lower levels of the Dungeon.
“So, how did it look to you, Silvia? Did they seem impatient, as expected?”
“Eheheh. U-sh-gya ho-ya-hae huh-hyuh-uh ho-yuh-he-ah-ah-ah…”
“Hmm. They seemed very excited, you say. Just as I thought.”
If it looked that way even to Silvia, then it must be true.
No, well, even without needing to confirm how it appeared to Silvia, the fact that the Arachne Clan is hiding something is a given, since I’d already confirmed it with my own eyes and even discussed it with Diana.
“…You understand her quite well, don’t you?”
As I nodded to myself like that, Diana, who was sitting opposite me, stared at me with an utterly dumbfounded expression.
Why are you making a fuss about this now?
“Hmph. This is the power of our bond, you see. Right, Silvia?”
“Hweeeeh…”
As I said that, rubbing my cheek against Silvia’s head, who was sitting on my lap, Silvia, who had already completely melted and couldn’t even twitch a finger, replied in a slurred voice.
No, there’s no other reason. I’m just giving her a reward because she did a good job running the errand.
And for the record, that last reply wasn’t a cry, but her saying ‘yes.’
“Idiot. You just torment her so often that she’s used to it.”
Since it’s an easy situation to misunderstand, people sometimes slander me like this.
“Sara. As I’ve told you repeatedly, I’m not tormenting her, you know? Right, Silvia?”
“Hweeeeeeeng…”
I’ll say it again. This is absolutely not a cry.
Just believe me, because I’m the one saying this, and I perfectly understand what Silvia is saying no matter how slurred her speech gets.
“Speaking of which, I also have something to report.”
“Huh? Something to report?”
Anyway, as I was enjoying my Silvia therapy and receiving reports, Matilda also began to speak, as if she had something to say.
“Yes. It’s nothing major, but you know that thing I mentioned before? The plan for the Temple to train priests to go into the Dungeon. It seems it will work out well.”
“What do you mean ‘nothing major’? That’s definitely a big deal. That’s great news.”
“Yes. Fortunately, the Temple also seems to welcome the idea.”
“Since this city revolves around the Dungeon, the Temple does provide priests to accompany adventurers, but many of those who volunteer don’t have much Dungeon experience. Until now, we’ve managed by sharing information with each other, but opportunities to seek advice from those who have truly ventured deep into the Dungeon are limited…”
Matilda said that, letting out a sigh of relief as if she truly thought it was fortunate, but Leia, who was next to her, added an explanation as if to say it was an understatement.
Come to think of it, when Leia hadn’t joined the party yet, we also tried to find a priest from the Temple.
By our standards at the time, it felt like we could hire high-level priests, but thinking back, I also feel like there weren’t really any people that high-level.
No, to be precise, there seemed to be quite a few high-level wandering priests who weren’t affiliated with the Temple and sought proper parties, but among the priests temporarily dispatched by the Temple, I didn’t see any high-level ones.
Without even going into the limits of priests who can go into the Dungeon, as Alicia mentioned, at most, the highest-level person could only accompany us to the 3rd Floor, I think?
Indeed, if a priest truly intends to explore the Dungeon, they wouldn’t stay affiliated with the Temple but would become a wandering priest and seek a proper party.
Like that Holy Knight executive from the Arachne Clan.
“So, if Cardinal Matilda properly guides them, it will be a huge help.”
Leia said that, clenching both fists in front of her chest and looking joyful.
Leia must have seen many fellow priests struggling while growing up in the Temple, so the fact that Matilda would be guiding priests at the Temple seemed to make her happier than anyone else.
Actually, Matilda decided to do that because it became impossible for her to go into the Dungeon anymore, and since the one who was happy is Leia, a priestess who can continue to go into the Dungeon, it was a situation that could lead to strange misunderstandings.
But Leia’s smile looked so happy that it left no room for such misunderstandings.
In fact, her tail was wagging happily behind her chair.
Moreover, our angel’s way of speaking is so lovely, she exudes an aura that makes it impossible for anyone to dislike her.
I guess that’s why she’s an angel, wouldn’t you say?
Well, Matilda isn’t the type to misunderstand something like this in the first place, though.
“I don’t know how much help I’ll be. Oh, and for now, the training will only be for women. You can rest assured with that, right?”
“No. Complacency is forbidden. Make sure someone accompanies you whenever you go to and from the Temple. Whether it’s Vanessa, or if Vanessa is busy, take a maid with you. You shouldn’t even look at any other man besides me.”
Well, I actually think it would be fine even if I didn’t say all this, but there’s always a ‘what if.’ There’s no harm in being careful.
If, by any chance, something were to happen, it would mean Matilda would start casting ‘pink-tinted gazes’ at other men.
“Whoa.”
“Uhh-huh… Yes. It’s fine. Since the Temple also knows my situation well, they’ve decided to assign someone to me separately…”
Seeing me deliberately speak with burning jealousy, Sara made a strange sound from beside me, as if I was being ridiculous.
But Matilda’s reaction, as the person directly involved, was the best; her gaze at me immediately turned pink, and her voice became moist with emotion.
If Silvia hadn’t been sitting on my lap, she probably would have pounced on me right then and there, wouldn’t she?
“If that’s the case, then good.”
Anyway, exchanging pleasant conversation like that, we finished our meal.
And as soon as Sara got up from her seat after finishing the meal, I hastily grabbed her wrist.
“Pfft!”
“I told you not to laugh, you!”
Who do you think I’m like this because of right now?!
“Sorry. Sorry. Today’s for real. I’ll just wash up quickly and come.”
Sara said that with a laugh and tried to leave, but I didn’t let go of her wrist obediently.
No. I had no intention of letting go in the first place.
“You can’t go.”
“Uh, huh?”
Only after I said that did Sara finally seem to realize I was serious and showed a slightly flustered expression.
“I said you can’t go.”
“But I need to wash up first…”
“Wash up in my room.”
“What?! Wait, Guwon?!”
“Well then, good night, everyone.”
Grabbing the flustered Sara’s wrist, I led her straight out of the dining room and headed to my room.
And only after being dragged right in front of my room did Sara finally seem to give up and surrender to me.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll wash up in Guwon’s room then. Really… I was planning to use my favorite bath bomb today.”
“You use things like that?”
The girl who had just come up from the countryside and knew nothing when we first met has grown up a lot, hasn’t she?
As I thought that and looked at Sara, she pinched my side with a slightly indignant expression.
“Who do you think I use those things for, you idiot.”
It seems she read my thoughts.
I’m seriously thinking, does she really have some kind of psychic ability to read my mind?
“Anyway, forget the bath bomb. No. Forget washing up entirely.”
“Alri—what? Forget washing up?”
“Yep.”
“What’s that supposed to mean now? You just told me to wash up in your room earlier?”
“That was just something I said in front of the others.”
I brazenly replied to the dumbfounded Sara, and as soon as I entered the room, I immediately tossed Sara onto the bed.
“Eek! W-wait a minute! Really?!”
“Yep. If you’re really feeling unclean, I’ll wash you with this.”
Saying that, I threw off my pants, grabbed my stiffly erect penis with my hand, and shook it.
If I use my Cleaner Penis, not only my own member but also any part it touches becomes clean, so if I use that and rub it on Sara’s body, I could make her clean.
…Honestly, I just blurted that out, but thinking about it, that’s not a bad idea, is it?
Rubbing my penis all over Sara’s entire body, which outwardly appears to be a cold city beauty, as if marking her, humiliating her…
“That’s enough, Mr. Pervert. Just call a spirit.”
But unfortunately, Sara didn’t seem to want to get clean that badly.
Tsk. Well, she must have been home all day and probably took a shower in the morning, so washing with a spirit would be enough, I suppose.
“Then take off your clothes.”
If I insisted, Sara would probably let me do it, considering she owes me, but it wouldn’t be manly to let it go and then bring it up again now.
Thinking that, I washed Sara’s naked body, after she took off her clothes, clean with a spirit.
Oh, and for the record, I didn’t need to wash.
Since I was with Vanessa before dinner, I had, of course, already properly washed up.
“Hmm…”
And after washing Sara like that, I looked down at her, who was lying on the bed, and was momentarily lost in thought.
No. I’d known it was her turn since the day before yesterday, you see.
And now, after two whole days, I finally get to sleep with her like this, so it feels a little… moving, I guess?
Of course, I did fool around with her plenty yesterday afternoon, but that was completely different from officially having her turn at night like this.
“What’s wrong? Just a moment ago, you were acting like you were going to pounce on me immediately.”
“No. I am going to pounce. I’m just thinking about how to pounce well enough to earn praise.”
It felt a bit embarrassing to say now that I was moved to finally sleep with her, so I tried to vaguely gloss over it like that.
“…You’re not going to take petty revenge for yesterday, are you, Oppa? Huh? Oppa is a cool guy who just lets things like that go, right?”
Hey. You sly one. Only call me Oppa when you want something? And what’s this about ‘petty’?
She’s making it impossible for me to just let it go, isn’t she?
…Is she perhaps doing this on purpose because she wants to be ‘dominated’ today?
And yesterday afternoon was all sweet and cuddly.
“Of course. I’m not thinking about revenge at all. But separate from that, I just like tormenting you.”
“You pervert!”
“Fuhahaha! Talk all you want!”
Although I reflexively teased her like that because Sara was being cheeky, I didn’t actually have any intention of revenge, so this time, I fell into thought, genuinely pondering what to do.
“I see. First, why don’t you get yourself wet by masturbating? I’ll think in the meantime.”
“M-masturbate?!”
Sara probably hadn’t expected me to make such a request and stared at me with a flustered expression.
But no matter how much you stare like that, my request won’t change, Sara.
“Yep. Come on, hurry.”
“Ugh…”
As I urged her, Sara blushed and seemed to be debating whether or not to bring her hand between her legs.
She looks completely taken aback.
She must have thought I’d torment her by pickling her brain with pleasure, as usual, right?
“Come on, hurry.”
“Ah, I get it already!”
As I urged her once more, Sara, as if reluctantly, slowly brought her hand between her legs.
“U-uhh… ngh…”