Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Myoran's Night (4)
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Myoran, who had shattered four Walter Groups over the span of two days.
She eliminated the culprits behind the destruction and seized their fortunes.
The fatigue she endured in the process was as immense as when she had escaped the Eastern Continent.
Even after becoming an overwhelmingly powerful force, she had taken a wound to her side.
However, her pain melted away entirely by the next morning.
"...".
A man lay on the same bed, gazing at her in his sleep.
Even with the brilliant morning sunlight streaming in, his dark circles remained stark.
He had surely lent her his mana and collapsed from exhaustion.
"Even though you're so much weaker than me, you push yourself too hard again."
Myoran gently stroked his snoring face.
Startled by his sudden sleep-talking, she hastily withdrew her hand.
She still wasn't used to things like this.
"If we go to the Eastern Continent together, will I get to see this every morning...?"
Instead, she began indulging in happy daydreams befitting her age.
For any woman, the greatest blessing was sharing a bed every night with someone she could trust.
Myoran, just shy of adulthood, knew this on an instinctual level.
"Haa..."
She placed her hand on her ample bosom, listening to its beating.
Each time her heart resonated, she felt a power akin to his flowing through her body.
What relationship could be more profound than this?
The girl on the verge of twenty slowly extended both hands.
She slipped herself between his armpits and lightly embraced him.
Burying her face in his sturdy shoulder, she drew in a deep breath.
The warden's unique citrusy, intense body scent filled her mind.
Was it because this was the first time tasting such potent yang energy in her life?
The yin energy of the woman who embraced the moon felt even more restless.
"...".
However, she resolved to suppress this instinct as best she could.
In the East, the first union came after the wedding rites.
"I have to hold back for now."
Myoran settled for savoring his scent and warmth, at least for the moment.
That said, no matter how firmly she decided to restrain herself,
some things couldn't be helped.
Like a beast tasting meat for the first time, she was immersed in the ecstasy of yang energy.
She was immensely curious about what pleasures the next stage would bring.
Suppressing that churning curiosity was no easy task.
Thus, Myoran could only steel her resolve even further.
"I'll definitely take him with me."
She would take him away and claim him for herself alone.
His yang energy, brimming with benevolence.
"We'll start fresh in a beautiful place where no one knows us."
Something impossible for a saintess, princess, or vice warden under constant scrutiny.
Only possible for her, a solitary pinnacle powerhouse.
Myoran lifted one thick thigh.
The warden's dress shirt parted, revealing a dizzying curve.
She wrapped around his hips and pressed herself tightly against him.
A fierce possessiveness unlike any before surged within her.
As if she had finally realized where to direct her dark yin energy and greed.
"Huaa..."
And so the sticky morning of replenishing yang energy dragged on.
It only ended around the time the distant sound of the prison vice warden arriving for work reached them.
"...".
I groggily opened my eyes in the personal lounge.
Having slept deeply for the first time in ages, my whole body felt refreshed.
'Did I pass out from lending her my mana?'
Yawning, I stretched.
Then I quietly surveyed the bed where I'd laid Myoran down.
She had been gone for quite some time.
Only a faint, rich fragrance like ripe peaches lingered.
'Nothing happened last night, right?'
Fortunately, the system window was silent.
I let out a sigh of relief and scratched the back of my neck.
Then, noticing a faint pain, I rubbed my neck.
"What the...? Did something bite me when I went to the backyard yesterday?"
Looking in the full-length mirror, there was a red, swollen mark.
As if something had given me a light nip.
Fortunately, it wasn't bleeding or anything serious.
Just a bit puffy—it'd fade in a day or two.
I shrugged it off and opened the wardrobe.
"One dress shirt missing... Ah, right, I put it on Myoran."
No big deal; uniforms came in multiples anyway.
I grabbed another, slipped it on, and started prepping for work.
I could wash up after arriving.
The vice warden would nag me to clean up before coming in, but whatever.
'I'm the boss here.'
Sometimes looking at Clea made me wonder if this was what having a wife felt like.
It was nagging, sure, but not the kind you hated hearing.
I knew it was all for my own good, so her grumbling didn't faze me.
She nagged while quietly looking after me, after all.
"Looks like I'll beat that kid to work today."
For once, I reached the warden's office first and brewed some coffee.
Savoring the rich bean aroma, I reviewed the day's tasks.
'Morning schedule's about this much.'
The prison was so rundown that repairs cropped up constantly.
I snatched the inspection sheet and headed to the backyard.
'With a barrier this solid, how does that kid slip in and out so easily...?'
The reason Berryhill Prison could house the worst criminals was this barrier.
A robust sealing spell handed down from past generations.
Even a Swordmaster would trigger the alarm on escape.
Just how insanely strong was Myoran to breeze through without a peep?
"Gotta do at least a formal patch-up right..."
I'd give her hell when she clocked in.
Not that she'd listen to a lower-realm warden like me...
Still, doing my duty gave me ammo to make excuses to the Princess later.
Like a snake, I narrowed my eyes, scheming an escape route.
Via the outer wall inspection.
"Hm? This wall was collapsed—when did it get fixed?"
Past invasion by Holy Knights—they'd smashed one wall to break in.
The backyard wall had been total rubble.
Somehow, every wall was perfectly mended.
Like a sympathetic craftsman had passed by and fixed it all up flawlessly.
'Clea? Nah, she's perfect otherwise, but tools are still her weak spot.'
She'd been busted once for botching a nail and launching the head at me.
Played it cool like "everyone slips up," then secretly devoured ten books on tooling.
No way ten books turned her into a masonry pro overnight.
Pondering who'd pulled off this feat,
an Imperial badge on the ground caught my eye.
The mark of an Imperial architect, dropped mid-repair without notice.
"Anje, huh."
The one who'd sworn she never brainwashed humans.
Though she frequently nudged minds to bend toward her whims.
If they wavered on her suggestions, she'd tip them her way.
Wrong, sure—but compared to her past-life atrocities, vast improvement.
Versus brainwashing knight commanders to raze their homeland, wall repairs were downright pastoral.
I just had to train her not to go darker.
'And she tossed in some compo, too.'
A couple plates in the grass by the wall.
I picked them up and sniffed.
Apple pie scent wafted up gently.
Anje's favorite dessert.
Rumors had her learning to cook lately—she must've fed the crew.
I chuckled at the cute antics of the woman a year my senior.
Keep this up, she might actually become that universally beloved saintess.
Thinking that, I headed back inside.
'Prisoners' conditions are steady improving.'
At this rate, society reintegration in a few years.
My comfy final-run life was closing in.
Retire from this hellhole pronto, roam the country solo.
Unfettered world travels done, lounging atop hoarded gold without a care.
For that dream, back to the warden's office.
To craft the 'rehabilitation program' for releasing reformed inmates.
'Start Anje on novelist debut?'
With ace novelist Eri nearby, perfect mentor.
Super feminine and sweet—huge boon for brute Anje.
'Novelist who bakes apple pies as a hobby... Leaps from past life.'
Images of her brainwashed mobs people's-trialing nobles flooded back.
Ugh... This life's a win by comparison.
'Myoran's martial peak-level now—CEO for our bodyguard firm?'
Academy first to soak Western culture/systems.
Less than six months to adult, but foreign track enrollment.
Who knows—peers might restore her humanity further.
'Might snag a boyfriend and introduce him.'
Me as foster dad?
She'd called "father" nonstop in sleep last night.
If I could fill that role, it'd thrill me.
'Grand Elder Dark's thriving with his veggie patch lately.'
Sound body, sound mind.
Damas's release soon—he'll unburden.
But prying if I've got a girl? Suspicious.
Worried sick over Princess's marriage, too.
'No way he's shipping me and sis...?'
Nah, impossible.
What royal weds a title-bought corrupt noble?
Camillia's type: "men stronger than me"—famous.
Empire's top spear? Means diehard celibate.
Fred and Nix job-hunting locally—skip...
Next, right, Jinjo.
Better keep that one close.
Release her and she blood-drains the populace into a monster? Bad news.
Thus wrapping prisoner thoughts, I reached the office door.
'Huh, lights on in the warden's office?'
I gripped the knob and yanked it open.
The instant I stepped in,
I had to scrap my notion of improving prisoners wholesale.
"I've become peers with that heinous bandit king?"
What the hell happened while I slept?
Thinking it fishy, I rushed inside.
Before long, rumors painted me as an Empire-devouring schemer.
Forest Witch and Hatchling
Somewhat happy and peaceful ending.
Somewhat, that is.
Golden Bed
Ultimate pleasures await, but it might feel stifling.
Eastern Escape
Ditch it all and start anew.
But who knows what brews in the West.
Simple Pair
Most ordinary, beautiful life—but most lingering regrets.
Various endings unfolded before me.
Now somewhat stronger, hints on them were partially unveiled.
But those hints only chilled me deeper.
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