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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“…What?”
“The witches have appeared at the northern border.”
“But… why?”
The Emperor stared at her aide, dumbfounded. He wouldn’t lie about something like this, which meant the witches had actually gone to the northern border after receiving her letter.
She hadn’t expected it to work. If witches were so easily manipulated, she would have already recruited dozens of them.
‘Did he do something?’
Friederika thought of Johan. The witches’ man. He must have done something…
She couldn’t know for sure what he had done, but it was clear he had the power to move them.
He wasn’t particularly handsome, so it wasn’t as if the witches had been charmed by his looks.
‘Some kind of hypnosis that only works on witches? But it didn’t work on Machina…’
She didn’t understand. But one thing was certain.
If Johan’s witches were guarding the northern border, she didn’t need to deploy her own.
“Recall the 2nd Battalion.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The 2nd Battalion had been on duty for over three months, unable to rotate due to the loss of a witch from the 1st Battalion. But now, that was no longer a problem.
She could leave the witch-related tasks to them.
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The point system.
Johan thought it was a good idea.
A system designed to prevent them from doing things they wanted to do.
But…
“Johaaan—! I have three points!”
“What? How did you get three points already…?”
“I bought them from the others!”
Everything could be bought and sold. Even something as intangible as points.
Evangeline, having used all her points the day before, had likely bought more from the witches who didn’t particularly need them.
Hecaterina, Regina, Linna, and Lynne.
‘Banning the sale of points is… impossible.’
How they used their points was their own business. He had no right to interfere.
Johan, doing some quick mental calculations, looked at Evangeline, who was gleefully holding up her three ‘sex coupons.’
“Are you going to use them now?”
“Hm? Can I?”
“They’re yours to use as you please. If you want, we can do it now.”
Evangeline, unable to contain her excitement, held out one point.
Johan took it, then took her hand and led her to the bed. Evangeline, giggling, stopped him as he tried to undress her.
“Um… this is… a coupon for one… ejaculation, right…?”
“You could say that.”
“So—how that ejaculation is extracted… is up to me, right?”
“Yes.”
“I-I want… to do it with my mouth!”
Johan, hearing this, simply raised his hips, inviting her. Evangeline, understanding his silent cue, began to pull down his pants.
She pressed her face against his crotch, nuzzling him through his underwear, then buried her nose in his scent.
“Sniff—hah… sniff, hah…”
Her warm breath tickled him, but Johan just stroked her hair.
She seemed to enjoy it, giggling as she continued to inhale his scent.
But her playful exploration had an unintended effect. Johan’s penis, stimulated by her touch, burst free from its confinement, pushing his underwear aside.
“Ah—! I wanted to take it off!”
“…Sorry.”
“This doesn’t count! It doesn’t count!”
Before he could ask what didn’t count, Evangeline was burying her nose in his now-exposed penis.
Her soft nose brushed against the sensitive underside of the tip, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
His penis twitched, tapping against her nose. Evangeline, far from being annoyed, just pressed closer.
“Hah, hng—snnf…”
Finally, as a bead of precum formed at the tip, Evangeline, as if taking a cue, took the edge of his underwear in her mouth and pulled it down.
She dragged it down to his thighs, then rubbed her face against his fully exposed penis, from the shaft to his testicles, coating him in her scent.
Then she began to lick him. The shaft, the tip. His scent was gradually being replaced by hers.
And then—unable to resist any longer, she took him into her mouth.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Knock, knock—
A knock at the door. Johan and Evangeline, who was still holding his penis in her mouth, froze.
Though startled, she didn’t stop, her tongue continuing to explore him.
“Yes, come in.”
“—!?”
Evangeline’s eyes widened in horror. The hotel manager entered the room and saw them.
Evangeline, with her face buried in Johan’s crotch. The manager, a man, undoubtedly understood what was happening. He coughed awkwardly, placed a letter on a nearby table, and quickly left.
“…My apologies. I’ll be going now.”
Evangeline, who had continued to service him even with the manager present, finally pulled away, gasping for air.
Johan gently picked a few stray hairs from her lips and grinned.
“What are we going to do now, Master?”
“Hah, hah…”
“The whole hotel will be talking. The woman in this room… spends her days with her face buried in a man’s crotch.”
“—♥!!”
Evangeline shuddered and looked up at Johan. He, on a whim, nudged her crotch with his knee.
Just the thought of being caught was enough to send her over the edge.
“…I like it ♥”
Evangeline, a satisfied smile on her face, returned to her task. She still had one point left.
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After using her point, Johan opened the letter the manager had left. It was from the Emperor.
And it was addressed to him.
‘To me? Why?’
What could the Emperor possibly have to say to him? He opened the letter and understood.
It was a letter of praise, commending him for his actions. How did she know he had persuaded the witches? She probably didn’t.
She had likely just assumed, given the circumstances, that Johan was the only one who could control them.
‘Just words… she could have sent money.’
Johan tossed the letter aside. Any citizen of the Empire would have been horrified by his casual disregard for a letter from the Emperor, but Johan didn’t care.
She wasn’t his Emperor. And if he wanted to, he could probably replace her…
“What’s that…?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm—really?”
Evangeline, who had been lying on the bed, exhausted, was intrigued by the letter.
Without needing to ask, she reached out, and the letter floated into her hand.
“Heh, from the Emperor.”
She read the letter, then, seemingly bored by its contents, tossed it aside, just as Johan had.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, then suddenly sat up, picked up the letter, and began reading it again, more carefully this time.
“…Master?”
“Johan, have you… spoken to the Emperor alone?”
“No.”
Johan, confused, wondered what was wrong. Evangeline, a grim expression on her face, stood up.
She cleaned herself with magic, then, holding the letter, left the room.
“I’m… going for a walk.”
“…Okay. See you later.”
Johan watched her leave, still puzzled.
‘What’s going on…?’
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Evangeline, with the letter in hand, went to find Marguerite. Marguerite, who was receiving a massage, frowned at her sudden intrusion.
“Ritz, Ritz!”
“What is it…?”
“To the Imperial Palace! Now!”
“What happened?”
“The Emperor sent Johan a love letter!”
“…Let’s go.”
The letter said:
—I am truly curious about what kind of man you are, what kind of charm you possess. If you wish it, the Empire will always welcome you…
It definitely wasn’t a love letter, but Evangeline couldn’t take any chances.
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