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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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In the upper chambers of the kingdom, the chancellor frowned as he reviewed reports of witch-related incidents.
“These cockroaches truly never disappear, do they?”
“Indeed not,” the Minister of War replied.
Since armies were powerless against most witches, he tossed aside the church documents with an exasperated sigh.
“And these damned religious zealots continue their outrageous demands.”
Given witches’ immunity to military force, holy knights who could actually kill them had become invaluable. This had pushed the kingdom toward an almost theocratic system, much to the nobles’ distaste.
‘Parasites feeding off fear…’
The church hadn’t completely devoured the country for one simple reason: while armies couldn’t handle witches, they could deal with monsters.
Unlike witches who rarely caused significant damage, monsters posed a serious threat to humanity – though their corpses proved useful. While the church was essential, they alone couldn’t solve everything, which had allowed the nobles and officials to maintain their positions.
“What’s the full story behind that bizarre murder case?”
“The church won’t cooperate. As usual, they say they’ll handle it themselves…”
“Are we supposed to just twiddle our thumbs and tell His Majesty we’re doing nothing?”
“We’ll increase patrols in the back alleys. And we do have something…”
“Oh?”
“Our investigators found those adventurers from the alley. According to them, there was a black-haired man and a blonde holy knight…”
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“Harty, over there!”
“Woof!”
At my command, a wolf charged at the monster. The creature, which had been wary of me, lost its balance and fell. I rushed in and thrust my sword at the fallen monster.
Squelch! I drove my sword deep into its thrashing neck. This sword Master made was incredibly sharp – I had no idea what it was forged from.
It sliced easily through monster hide that would normally require sawing with regular swords. After effortlessly cutting through the monster’s neck, I took out a book and held it to its face.
“Hmm… Kokezablin? Hide’s valuable but meat’s worthless.”
The enchanted book automatically found information about the monster, like some kind of magical Pokédex.
After confirming the monster’s details and valuable parts, I skinned it with a butchering knife, then looked at Harty who waited for her reward.
“Eat.”
“Woof!”
Having waited for my command, Harty immediately buried her face in the monster’s corpse and began devouring it. The monster, about the size of a small child, disappeared without even leaving bones.
Watching her devour dozens of kilograms of meat in moments, I thought she truly was Fenrir’s daughter.
‘To think she was Fenrir’s child…’
I watched her tail wagging back and forth. That familiar swishing movement. The wolf that had pounced on me daily after Master brought me here.
Though she hadn’t attacked me, I’d found it strange how unusually friendly she was and how she understood everything I said – but it made sense now that I knew she was a divine beast’s daughter. She was the kind of being who could start talking at any moment.
“Harty, if you’re done eating, let’s go.”
“Pant pant-”
“Are you that happy?”
I lightly patted her head and climbed onto her back. Once the size of a regular large dog, she’d grown large enough to easily carry a human.
That’s why I hadn’t recognized her at first and was slightly scared when I saw her grown so large. Fortunately, I realized it was Harty and not a monster, and we became close again.
“Let’s find the next one.”
“Woof!”
True to her divine beast heritage, Harty understood and instantly dashed through the forest. Using the swift movements unique to forest wolves, she found the next monster, briefly stopped to let me down, then waited for my command.
I assessed whether this was a monster the two of us could handle based on its appearance. It was. So I immediately ordered:
“─Bite.”
“Woof!”
I charged together with Harty and severed the monster’s neck. I stored all the monster materials we collected separately in the warehouse. I couldn’t keep relying on Master forever.
‘There were lots of shops I missed seeing last time, next time…’
It was time I bought Master a gift that suited her. With that thought, I threw myself into monster hunting with renewed vigor.
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Scratch scratch. The sound of pencil on paper filled the room. After writing for a while, the woman handed over the newly created booklet, and Evangeline received it with gratitude.
“Thank you, I’ll read it well.”
Scratch scratch. No response came, but Evangeline hadn’t expected one. Getting a response from a machine would have been more likely.
After taking the book, she turned around and began examining the updated witch registry. For someone who had lived in forest seclusion for decades, these books were her only window to the outside world.
‘Hecaterina, Hecaterina… not here.’
Evangeline searched for the name. She’d thought a witch masquerading as a holy knight would have been noteworthy enough to be listed – if she wasn’t, that meant she was a young witch, not even a century old.
Of course, she might have used a false name─ but Evangeline didn’t think so. For witches, names were fundamental to their identity.
They weren’t easily changed. Even Evangeline, after centuries of life, remained Evangeline, just as she had been at birth.
‘Perhaps the young ones these days are different… Well, if she was born in the city, living under different names wouldn’t be strange…’
But even that wasn’t certain. Unlike the somewhat tolerable past, witch hunting by holy knights had grown fiercer lately.
Witches born near cities might need to change names to survive. Using a single name too long would eventually lead to capture.
‘Well, they said she’s dead─ so not my concern.’
She double-checked anyway, making sure the immortal witch hadn’t somehow been reborn. Thankfully, no witch using such magic appeared in the registry.
After finishing her business, she turned to Marguerite, who waited by the entrance.
“Let’s head back.”
[Done with everything?]
“Yes. Need anything while we’re here?”
[Not really. She doesn’t like me much anyway.]
“Regina? That can’t be true.”
Evangeline knew that witch treated everyone equally as mere records – she wouldn’t discriminate.
But Marguerite smiled bitterly and explained:
[I don’t leave many traces.]
“Ah…”
Finally understanding, Evangeline nodded and made a request:
“Then… could you get one book for me in your name?”
[What book?]
“N-nothing special… just ’48 Sex Life Tips for Witches’…”
[Fine.]
Though Marguerite’s expression turned incredulous, being invisible meant no one saw it. She retrieved the book – its intended use obvious – and handed it to Evangeline while thinking of who it was meant for.
‘…Johan.’
Watching them being lovey-dovey lately made her blood boil, especially since Johan could see her but pretended not to because of his master.
He could see her but wouldn’t look at her. The thought annoyed her deeply. A sly smile spread across her face as she considered ways to damage Johan and Evangeline’s relationship.
She looked forward to their next meeting.
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From outside, the cabin looked too small for two people. But once inside, it was a different story.
Through some form of magic, not only was it far larger than its exterior suggested, but it contained many special spaces that didn’t exist externally.
While he couldn’t have found private time when he first arrived and knew little about the place, now that he understood the cabin’s secrets, he could have as much alone time as he wanted.
‘It feels wasteful to do that kind of thing though…’
I thought about my relationship with Master. If I wanted, she would indulge any of my requests. Even those kinds.
That’s why when it came time for private moments, I found myself seeking out Master instead. Of course, remembering our previous encounters would fill me with terror…
The terror would quickly kill any desire. Though it would build up again with time, finding the right timing wasn’t easy.
‘Master seems to want it too…’
She was a centuries-old virgin, and I was an inexperienced virgin. A virgin who had never learned how to interact with women and a virgin – proper interaction between us seemed unlikely.
It was more miraculous that anything had happened even once.
‘I’ll think about it later. Later…’
After getting seasonings from storage, I returned to prepare dinner. I seasoned the monster meat I’d caught and started cooking according to the recipe book from Master’s study.
While following the foolproof instructions, I felt something slightly damp press against my back.
A soft, pleasant sensation. Tilting my head curiously, I turned around to find Marguerite standing right behind me.
“Fufu, hello apprentice.”
“…Miss Marguerite? What brings you here suddenly?”
“Oh nothing- just checking if our dear apprentice is cooking properly.”
“Why suddenly…?”
“Yes. Suddenly.”
Marguerite said this while pressing herself against me. Only then did I realize what I’d felt against my back.
Breasts. A woman’s breasts. As large as Master’s. Given that I couldn’t see any clothes when I glanced back, they were probably bare.
Having never even seen, let alone touched such things before, my body instinctively trembled. I could suddenly detect her scent that I hadn’t noticed until now.
“Oh my~ Apprentice, are you getting excited?”
“…No.”
“Really? Should I check?”
“No, I absolutely am so please forgive me…”
“Hmm~ Should I forgive you?”
Watching her approach with that suggestive tone- I let out a weak moan. What was happening? Why was she acting this way?
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