—————————————————————–
Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
—————————————————————–
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
A day passed.
Despite the chaos of the previous night, the resort was remarkably peaceful.
“Good morning—!”
Johan, accepting a complimentary pastry from a smiling hotel employee, smiled back.
He dipped the pastry in his soup and took a bite. The food here was good, even without his master’s special seasoning.
‘Is it because of the money…?’
It wasn’t quite as flavorful as his master’s cooking, which was almost like a magical MSG, but he could tell they hadn’t skimped on the salt, sugar, and spices.
After the pastry and soup, the main course arrived.
“Johan, let’s go to the beach today.”
“Alright, Master.”
He nodded, eager to finally enjoy the beach with his master. Yesterday had been a disaster, with Evangeline fighting Adelheid instead of relaxing.
Johan, anticipating a peaceful day, happily continued his meal.
“Hecaterina, what are you going to do?”
“Mind your own business.”
“…O-okay.”
Johan tilted his head, puzzled by Hecaterina’s unusual grumpiness.
‘Is she… on her period…?’
He quickly dismissed the thought. A witch who had lived for centuries wouldn’t be affected by something like that. He still couldn’t figure out why she was so annoyed.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
At the beach, Johan set up the chairs and parasol. Like yesterday, the beach was crowded with soldiers.
Merchants had set up shops along the shore, and the soldiers were enjoying food and drinks, delivered directly to them.
Johan, initially concerned about the soldiers drinking and swimming, then remembered they were from the Northern Defense Line, men who risked their lives daily.
Drowning while drunk would be a relatively peaceful death. A stupid death, but one that wouldn’t endanger the Empire.
“Master, want a snack?”
“Hm? If you want one, go get it.”
Johan went to a nearby shop and returned with snacks and cocktails.
Despite leaving a stunning, white-haired beauty alone, no one approached her. They had all witnessed the previous day’s commotion.
Johan was relieved. Though he enjoyed showing off his master, he didn’t like other men looking at her with desire.
“Master, I’m back.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“It’s a shame we don’t have your seasoning… it would taste even better…”
“H-huh!?”
Evangeline, hearing him mention her seasoning, looked at him, startled.
He looked back, confused by her reaction. She hesitated, then asked,
“Do you… want some?”
“Huh? Well, it would be nice…”
“Okay. If you insist…”
Evangeline took the food from him, then, after a moment’s hesitation, began to drool onto it.
Johan, initially confused, then noticed the faint glow of magic around her mouth and froze.
Evangeline, having covered the food in her saliva, presented it to Johan.
“Th-there. You can eat it now…”
“…Master, is this—”
“D-don’t say it! It’s… embarrassing.”
Johan looked away from his blushing master and at the saliva-covered food. He felt a bit… strange, knowing the secret of his favorite seasoning.
But it was his master’s saliva. It wasn’t dirty. He took a bite.
“—Mph!”
“Wh-what’s wrong!?”
“…It’s delicious.”
“Don’t scare me like that! Of course it’s delicious! …It’s the same ingredient, after all.”
“Wow, it was really your saliva? Then all this time, the other witches…”
“Be quiet!”
Evangeline, flustered, covered Johan’s mouth. He chuckled.
He had eaten stew made with his own semen, after all. Eating food with a beautiful woman’s saliva wasn’t that big of a deal.
In fact, it was kind of a turn-on.
He glanced at her lips.
“Master.”
“…What now?”
“I want… more seasoning.”
“More? Okay, then—”
“No, like this.”
Johan leaned in and kissed her. Evangeline, surprised, then understanding, parted her lips, sharing her saliva with him.
It tasted like honey, a taste enhanced by her magic.
Johan, like a baby bird, eagerly devoured her offering.
Her mouth ran dry. Unlike other parts of the body, the mouth couldn’t produce an unlimited amount of fluid.
“Phew—!”
“Hng…”
Their eyes met, full of affection, and Johan’s hand moved towards her crotch. To the part of the body that produced the most fluid…
Whoosh—!
And at that moment, a massive monster emerged from the sea.
—Humans, I am here…!
Johan, his arousal interrupted by the sudden appearance of the monster, stared in disbelief. Evangeline, unfazed, raised her hand.
The monster disintegrated.
Atomic disintegration. Evangeline’s signature move. Johan looked at his master, dumbfounded.
“Master, what was that…?”
“Nothing.”
“You can’t just ignore…”
“I said, it was nothing.”
She had used magic on a distant target. Something most witches couldn’t do. Johan knew what that meant.
Awakening.
Evangeline had awakened. …And all because their foreplay had been interrupted.
“Now, Johan. Hurry.”
His master, seemingly unconcerned, urged him to continue. Johan, figuring it was for the best, resumed his activities.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
—What was that…
Leviathan, which had been disintegrated by Evangeline’s attack, was regenerating in the depths of the ocean, trying to understand what had just happened.
A bizarre phenomenon, the electrons of its own body spontaneously detaching.
An unnatural phenomenon, something even Leviathan, the ultimate natural weapon, couldn’t comprehend.
Fortunately, its regenerative abilities were powerful enough to recover even from complete atomic disintegration.
And it had adapted, its body now immune to that particular attack.
Leviathan, its body now more resilient, prepared to surface again.
—Who are you…?
“Hello.”
Bubble, bubble—
In the crushing depths of the ocean, where most creatures couldn’t even survive, let alone speak, Leviathan stared at the human who had just spoken to it.
Golden hair, floating in the water. Leviathan realized the human had actually spoken.
How? There was no air here. He was a fish, but he wasn’t stupid.
He knew communication was impossible in this environment.
“No answer. Guess you’re just a dumb fish.”
The blonde human, Hecaterina, approached Leviathan. Living creatures feared the unknown.
And Leviathan was no exception. In fact, as an intelligent being, it was even more susceptible to fear.
Its instincts warred with its reason, and fear began to consume it.
And the being before it was an expert at reading fear.
“Heh… you’re scared.”
Hecaterina grinned, a thrill running through her, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She used her magic.
Her body began to grow, until she was as large as Leviathan itself.
A monster. That was the only word Leviathan could use to describe Hecaterina.
[Bon appétit.]
A monster twice its size began to devour it. Leviathan thrashed, its survival instincts kicking in.
But it was futile. Being eaten by a larger creature was the law of nature.
It tried to synthesize a deadly poison, but it was useless. The creature before it wasn’t just a large monster, it was a witch.
Crunch—
With a final, sickening crunch, Leviathan’s head was crushed, and the planet’s ultimate weapon was no more.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
“What are you two doing?”
Johan, who had been enjoying some… outdoor activities with Evangeline, was startled by Hecaterina, who had just emerged from the sea.
The soldiers and other people, knowing Evangeline was a witch, had stayed away, giving them some privacy, but Hecaterina, a witch herself, had no such reservations.
Johan, trying to change the subject, looked for something to criticize.
“…Why are you coming out of the sea?”
“Just went for a little… fishing.”
“Fishing? You went in the water to fish…?”
Johan, seizing the opportunity, began to berate her for her unusual fishing methods.
Hecaterina, annoyed by his lecture, covered her ears and ran away.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇
