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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Machina, trying to ignore the sounds coming from behind her, finally finished making the massagers and turned around.
She saw Linna, trembling, leaning against Johan, and Johan, pressing a massager between her legs.
“Hng—hah, hnnn—! You’re… going to pay for this…!”
Linna glared at Johan, though her threat was empty. Those who threatened future revenge were rarely a real threat.
Bzzzzz—! Johan, turning the massager back on, held out the beaker to Machina.
“Here.”
“When did you…?”
“Just now.”
She was curious about what had transpired while her back was turned, but it didn’t really matter.
All she needed was the semen. If she could just unlock its secrets…
“Anyway, here are the massagers… and you wanted to see the Emperor. Let’s go.”
“Do we have to go together?”
“If you go alone, you’ll be stopped and questioned. If you’re with me, they won’t bother you.”
It was a logical argument. Johan, with the trembling Linna and the… disheveled Lynne, followed Machina.
On the way to the Emperor’s office, as she had predicted, they were stopped by guards every few steps. The guards, seeing Machina, quickly backed away, averting their gaze.
Though they were the Emperor’s highly trained guards, none of them wanted to mess with a witch.
“Here we are.”
Machina, arriving at the office, opened the door without knocking. The Emperor, who had been working, frowned, already knowing who it was.
“What is it, Machina?”
“Hmm—guests?”
“Guests?”
The Emperor’s expression softened as she saw Johan, Linna, and Lynne. Machina, her task completed, told them to have a nice chat and vanished.
Johan, now alone with the Emperor, looked at her.
She looked tired, overworked, but she didn’t seem to be avoiding him. He had thought she would have no reason to welcome him, but he was wrong.
‘Ah, the letter…’
The Emperor had sent him a letter, offering him a position. His ability to control witches was undoubtedly a tantalizing prospect for any ruler.
She likely interpreted his visit, especially with two new women in tow, as a positive response to her offer.
“It’s been a while, Johan.”
“It has.”
“I assume your presence here means you’ve accepted my offer?”
Friederika smiled brightly, a smile so radiant it made Johan feel guilty for what he was about to say.
But he had to be honest.
“No, you’re mistaken.”
“…Mistaken? Then why are you here?”
“I have a… proposition.”
Johan explained his reason for being there. He told her about Beatrice’s dolls, about the demand for them from the soldiers at the front lines, about the lucrative business of catering to one of the three basic human needs.
The Emperor, having listened to his explanation, rubbed her temples, as if trying to process what she had just heard.
“Wait… wait a minute. Love dolls? What are they? And what are these… three basic human needs?”
“You don’t know…? Ah, right. That’s not a thing here.”
Johan, realizing his mistake, started from the beginning, explaining the concept of love dolls and the three basic human needs.
The Emperor, listening to his explanation, finally understood.
On the surface, it seemed he just wanted to start a prostitution business. The thought that he would come to the Emperor with such a proposal was… absurd.
‘But that’s not it.’
Just because the people of this world were technologically behind didn’t mean they were stupid. And the Emperor, in particular, was exceptionally sharp.
Just as she had foreseen the importance of witches to the Empire, she instantly grasped the implications of Johan’s proposal.
It was an intuition that bordered on a supernatural ability.
‘This isn’t just about satisfying sexual desire. It could affect the Empire’s birth rate, and in the long run, the Empire itself…’
She couldn’t refuse. Johan had the backing of powerful witches, witches who could destroy the Empire with a flick of their wrist.
Rejecting Johan’s offer would be a direct insult to them.
“Fine. I accept.”
“Oh, you’re very… open-minded.”
“But I have a condition.”
The Emperor rummaged through a pile of documents and handed one to Johan. He took it, a puzzled expression on his face.
“…What’s this?”
“Read it.”
“I’ve skimmed it. Why are you showing me this?”
The document detailed the number of troops required to subjugate a monster in the Kingdom.
Johan sensed the undercurrent of war in the proposal, but he didn’t comment. It wasn’t his concern.
But the fact that she was showing him a military document while discussing the love doll business…
“You said they can think and act for themselves.”
The Emperor said this, looking at Johan. Johan, meeting her determined gaze, knew she would accept his proposal.
But only in part.
“If the dolls perform well in that operation, I will purchase them.”
As soldiers, not as love dolls.
And once she realized their effectiveness as soldiers, she would likely ban the love doll business, claiming they were too dangerous.
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Johan, having secured the approval for his business and the special hunter’s licenses for the twins, left the palace.
He thought about the document he had just read.
‘A monster subjugation plan… but there are no monsters in the Empire.’
The power of guns and gunpowder was indeed formidable. The Empire had successfully driven out all monsters from its territory.
However, they couldn’t stop them from spawning outside their borders, and the monsters constantly attacked their defense lines.
The northern border was the most heavily fortified, facing the largest and strongest hordes.
‘Going into the Kingdom to deal with their monsters… that’s just…’
It was the same thing the colonial powers of Earth had done.
Why would the Empire care about a monster in the Kingdom? It was a blatant act of interference in their internal affairs.
‘Is a war coming…?’
Johan considered the implications. The Kingdom would fall, and the damn Holy Knights would all be killed.
‘…Wait. Isn’t that a good thing?’
The death of those insufferable Holy Knights was a welcome prospect. Those who saw humans as less than human, who valued their ancient scriptures over human rights.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt the Kingdom would be better off under the Empire’s rule. He decided to tell his master about this and hurried back to the hotel.
“…Johan?”
And then, he heard a familiar voice. A voice he hadn’t expected to hear in this city, in this country.
“Elicis?”
“It really is you, Johan…”
The red-haired Holy Knight.
Elicis appeared before him.
She should be in the Kingdom. What was she doing here?
“What are you… doing here…?”
Johan then noticed she wasn’t wearing her Holy Knight uniform, but a simple nun’s habit.
It clung to her curves, making her look surprisingly… sensual, but that was due to her figure, not the clothes themselves.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the Demon’s Forest?”
“Well, we have Marguerite.”
“Ah… the one who… teleports…”
“And I should be asking you. What are you doing here?”
A Holy Knight, in a nun’s habit, far from the Holy Kingdom.
The other Holy Knights would be scandalized. The gap between a Holy Knight and a mere nun was immense.
Elicis, as if she had a long story to tell, opened her mouth.
“It’s… a long story. Do you have time?”
Johan nodded.
And she began to tell him her story.
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Finally, best girl is back
