# 032 To a New Place
# 032 To a New Place
Setting aside the Unicorn's disposition, Sharia needed to grow further.
Making Sharia a Swordmaster.
That was my immediate task, the one I had to pour all my focus into.
So, what was the best way to raise her?
Increasing her mana could be handled through sex.
But how to fight, how to wield a sword, the technical aspects—Sharia had to train diligently at those.
To the point where she could fight well on her own someday, even without me holding her chest in place.
For now, simply resolving her bouncing chest issue would roughly solve most of Sharia's problems.
While fighting in Sharia's body, I had found a very good method for her swordsmanship training.
"Sharia. I'll have to make you combat gear."
"Combat gear?"
"Yes. Though calling it combat gear is a bit much—it's just a dress."
I took Sharia and headed to a certain location.
There, equipment looted from the human adventurers I'd defeated was piled high.
"Hmm...."
Sharia wore a somewhat complicated expression.
"What's wrong? Does taking things from humans bother you?"
"No. Adventurers entering a dungeon and losing their equipment is just common. It's just...."
Sharia sent me a look with a sour face.
"I was wondering what will happen to the people in the prison."
"Hm."
First of all.
The adventurers weren't dead.
It wasn't so much that I refrained from killing them this time because I was conscious of Sharia's gaze, but more that I originally didn't kill intruders who entered my lair recklessly.
'They're all lumps of money; there's no reason to kill them.'
Humans were money.
I could drain the mana from those who invaded my lair, turn it into magic stones to sell, or if they were the children of noble houses, release them for a ransom.
'Except for men and non-virgins.'
I kicked all the men out.
No male other than myself could exist in my lair.
Even if one of the men happened to be a prince of some kingdom with immense value as a hostage, the moment they were male, they were simply ejected straight out of the dungeon.
-Farewell! Male prisoners, launching!
Using a magic circle, I hurled every single male prisoner out of the lair and into the dungeon.
Of course, I stripped them of all their equipment, armaments, baggage, and money, and threw them out in nothing but their underwear.
So there were no male prisoners in our dungeon.
Then what about the female prisoners?
Of course, female prisoners existed.
In the process of taking in female prisoners, I had separated the ones the Unicorn detested from the ones it didn't, even among the women.
I locked up only the pure ones separately as prisoners, and for those who weren't, I stripped them of their belongings and ejected them outside the dungeon just like the men.
Now, the remaining women....
"Heh heh heh."
"Master, are you going to violate those women?"
"For now?"
It was always how things went.
"They have to pay the price for coming into someone else's home and trying to cut off a dragon's head. Taking their virginity instead of their life is getting off cheap, isn't it?"
"Hm... it feels logical yet subtle."
"Losing your first experience to a dragon's cock is better than dying. And if they beg me to kill them, I do actually kill them."
"Really?"
"There are times when a woman absolutely can't stand the idea of doing it with a dragon. But those cases are almost nonexistent. Anyway, I won't just release the prisoners. Not until I've had a taste of them all. And they're kids who will help with your growth, too."
"Me?"
"Yes. I can extract the mana that'll go inside you from them. Since I also know how to use Sex Magic."
When the guardians of the lair, including my wife, captured female prisoners, I took their first times and absorbed a massive amount of their essence.
"I intend to violate them, steal their essence, and turn that into your mana."
And after enjoying them once, ejection.
Among them, I sometimes allowed a few reasonably decent ones into the lair after running a separate verification process a few times, but this time there was no such candidate.
"Is it a bit off-putting?"
"No. It's not that...."
Sharia fidgeted with her fingers and watched my reaction.
"That...."
"I won't get angry if you speak honestly. Don't worry."
Humans, seeing human prisoners, all react that way.
Their own situation and the other women's situations were so different that sympathy naturally arose.
It was a profoundly natural thing, and....
"You doing it with other women... it's a little...."
"...Sharia, you?"
The reaction Sharia showed was different from what I had thought.
"Are you, by any chance, jealous?"
"...Rather than jealousy, hmm."
Sharia still couldn't meet my eyes, her head bowed.
"If you have me practice swordsmanship, and then you're off with a female prisoner during that time... I wonder if I'd feel a little...?"
"Heh heh heh, you don't need to worry at all. I'll go when you've fallen soundly asleep at night."
"......You said you'd be next to me when I sleep."
"Ugh, then when am I supposed to extract essence?"
"......No, I'm sorry."
"It's nothing. Heh heh."
Seeing this side of her wasn't wholly bad, either.
Sharia was a woman quite different from the other wives I had seen so far.
"Hmm.... Th-that is, who am I to stop you, Master, from doing it with women? But if you are going to do it, well. I have one request...."
As if having made up her mind, Sharia nodded her head firmly and grabbed my body.
"Not this body, but could you please do it in the body you had when you first met me?!"
"......."
This was a first.
I momentarily wondered if I had misheard Sharia's completely unexpected request.
"Hmm.... You want me to do it in that 'black dragon' mode?"
"Black dragon...?"
"The appearance you saw when we first met."
"Yes, yes. In that form."
What was this black dragon mode?
Unlike my relatively youthful appearance now, it referred to the form that was much taller and heavily muscled.
The body type the High Elf had preferred.
Sharia wanted me to violate the prisoners in that body type.
"Why?"
"Your current appearance, Master... is only with me...?"
"...Heh heh, understood. Then right now—"
"P-please change later!!"
At Sharia's earnest request, I decided to change my appearance when going to the prisoner jail.
"When you go to the prisoners... I'll be elsewhere."
"So the act of violating them itself doesn't bother you much?"
"It bothers me a little, but since you, Master, wouldn't hurt a virgin terribly badly... Still, seeing it is a bit much, so...."
"......."
I would have to deal with the prisoners later somewhere Sharia couldn't see.
"You wouldn't... hurt them, right? Right?"
'Who knows.'
All humans thought based on themselves as the standard.
Since her own first experience had been rather gentle, soft, and tender, Sharia seemed to believe I would treat the human prisoners the same way.
'No such thing.'
Against the illegal intruders who came into my lair, while there might be a small amount of consideration for their first time, it wouldn't be much different from how I handled Hudia.
Still, if Sharia wished it, I should give it a little thought.
Because making them feel more pleasure rather than pounding them by force until they sobbed would be more efficient for extracting essence.
"Then, let's return to the main topic. I prepared clothes for you. Right here."
I took out the dress I'd prepared for Sharia.
"I just put this on?"
"Yes. But before you put it on, let me say something in advance. This may look like this, but it's an item made from a dragon's remains, you know?"
"...What?"
Sharia, who had just been handed the dress, froze in expression.
To the eye, it was just an ordinary white dress.
But its true nature was clothing made from the body of a dragon, looted from adventurers.
"Among their equipment were items made from a White Dragon Hatchling. I couldn't sell them, nor could I bring myself to throw away what was already made. So I reprocessed them for you."
"Is that... possible? Weren't almost all of the equipment mostly steel?"
"I made it all anew. I lived as an adventurer for quite a long time in the past, and back then I even considered making a living by processing materials."
"What I'm most curious about is how you turned equipment made from dragon byproducts into a dress...."
Sharia changed into the dress in an instant.
The hem reached just to mid-thigh, which was one thing, but the design revealed her chest even more than I had expected, and I was thoroughly satisfied.
Because it was pleasing to the eye.
"...Master? The chest area...?"
"Feels like it's being supported from below, doesn't it? Heh heh, it's rewarding to have enchanted it well."
The dress had a large amount of White Dragon skin worked into it.
After reprocessing the dragon skin that had originally been attached to greaves or shields, I reinforced the chest area of the dress with it so that Sharia's breasts wouldn't shake.
"I reprocessed the White Dragon's skin into thread. You can simply think of that dress as the White Dragon's body itself. Though it's a hatchling."
"......Isn't a hatchling a young dragon?"
"Yes. From a dragon's perspective, it's a dragon that hadn't reached adulthood. About 500 years old, a level that would be at least an 8th Circle mage by human standards?"
"So the standard for being young is about magic, not age...."
"Since dragons have to be proficient in magic above all. Though the hatchling that has now become your clothes had to end its life before reaching adulthood."
The moment I first saw it, my eyes slightly rolled back in my head.
For a young one who had just barely passed 500 years, who had been waiting to just become an adult from a hatchling, to be dead and leave behind bones, hide, and weapons.
It was pitiable.
Whether it had been slain by humans, or whether the Church's Holy Dragon had gone mad and harmed a hatchling, I hadn't wanted to meet it in this way.
Because the grain of the scales was that of a female!
I was sincerely regretful.
"It's a shame...."
"It means the law of the jungle applies to dragons, too. Still, wear it without burden. If I hadn't processed it like this, the best option would have been for it to become trash or be resold to humans."
There were humans who collected very special things.
Some of them even have a hobby of collecting dragon corpses, and if you asked them to process it a bit more....
"What good timing. Have you, by any chance, ever been abroad?"
"Abroad?"
"Yes. I'll have to take you there for a bit."
To look for information on the White Dragon Hatchling, and to have something made as well, killing two birds with one stone.
"I'll have to drop by a place in the west, in the Land of Darkness."
"The Land of Darkness? Isn't that... where the heathens are?"
"Heathens... you could see it that way. But I prefer another name."
Since it stood at the opposite pole from the Church of the Twin Moon Goddesses.
"The Church of the Heavenly Demon God."