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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The Church’s investigation team had been scouring the mountains for months, searching for a rumored secret gathering of witches.
Their orders were vague: find a hidden meeting place in a mountain valley. But gathered under the name of God, they were inclined to accept even the most illogical commands.
Like the Knight of the Lake searching for the Holy Grail, they wandered the land, hunting for witches.
And then—
“We found it!”
Startled by the investigator’s cry, the senior commander rushed over and compared the drawing in his hand to the mountain range before them.
Incredibly, the landscape matched the drawing perfectly. The team grabbed their excavation tools and entered the mountain range.
“Are you sure this is where the witches gather?”
Inside the mountain range, they found no signs of human construction. It seemed impossible that witches would meet in such a place.
They did discover a natural cave, but its entrance had long since collapsed, sealing it shut.
After some deliberation, the commander decided to blast open the entrance.
The explosives detonated, and the team entered the newly opened passage, feeling a chill emanate from within.
An investigator, attempting to lighten the mood, joked nervously,
“Commander, it feels like something’s about to happen…”
And at that moment—something lunged from the darkness, snatching an investigator. It happened so fast, they barely saw it.
The team quickly turned their torches toward the darkness. The accompanying holy knights drew their swords, their holy light dispelling the shadows.
─ا کر رہے ہیں؟ اس!!
A grotesque creature emerged from the darkness, uttering incomprehensible sounds. The investigators trembled, staring at the monstrous being.
“A f-familiar! It’s a witch’s familiar…”
This creature was unlike any beast or monster found in the forests near cities. The team took this as undeniable proof of a witch’s presence.
They immediately signaled their backup team to flee, then raised their weapons to face the monster.
“Minion of a witch! Your wickedness will be cleansed by the blade of God!”
The investigators charged, and the monster swallowed them whole.
Their gunpowder, crossbows, swords, and even the holy knights’ blessed blades couldn’t harm the creature.
Having torn apart dozens of investigators in an instant, the monster cautiously stepped out of the cave.
─Familiar…?
The sunlight pouring from above, the fresh air and wind, the bitter scent of the forest—everything was intensely stimulating to a creature that had spent ages in the dark cave.
Blinded by the light, it trembled for a moment before venturing outside. One step, then another. It walked slowly, then broke into a run.
─Witch! Witch’s minion! Wickedness will be cleansed!
Repeating the words it had just heard, the monster ran blindly. A creature created long ago by witches as a playful experiment, then sealed away for being too dangerous, had been unleashed upon the world.
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Evangeline’s cabin, a place that would be mistaken for a witch’s coven if anyone saw it, was where Johan spent his time reading.
His daily life had become quite idyllic. After his morning training, the witches used their magic to complete all the housework.
Johan’s only task was to provide them with semen regularly. Recently, even Beatrice had started subtly demanding his seed.
Thanks to this, Johan’s penis rarely had time to rest, and even for a young man in his twenties, this was becoming quite exhausting.
‘I might just wither away and die like this…’
If the witches desired his penis itself, he could have learned techniques to satisfy them.
But they wanted his semen, and such tricks were useless.
‘Should I just get one of them pregnant… a ten-month curse nullification injection…’
However, the thought of having a child in this medieval fantasy world was deeply unsettling. To Johan, children were not something to be carelessly created, but the fruit of love.
“Johan—could you come here for a moment?”
“Yes, Master.”
Johan, who had been killing time reading, went to Evangeline’s room at her summons. A pungent medicinal smell wafted from the hallway.
He carefully opened the door and stepped inside, and a nauseating odor assaulted his nostrils. He pinched his nose, and Evangeline giggled, beckoning him closer.
“Johan, drink this.”
“This is…?”
“Just drink it. It’s good for you.”
A bubbling green liquid. It looked like something he shouldn’t ingest, and Johan hesitated.
But he couldn’t refuse his Master forever. He cautiously took the cup and downed the liquid in one gulp.
It tasted as bad as it looked, a burning sensation spreading through his stomach. Thankfully, it wasn’t poisonous; though he felt nauseous, he didn’t vomit blood.
“Ugh—what was that?”
“An aphrodisiac.”
“…Huh?”
“Our Johan seemed to be struggling lately. So your master put in some effort!”
As soon as she spoke, the burning sensation in his stomach moved to his lower abdomen. His previously flaccid penis sprang to attention.
Seeing this, Master grinned and began caressing Johan’s crotch.
“Wait, Master… you already… yesterday…”
“So?”
“We should take turns…”
“That’s why I made the aphrodisiac.”
Master continued fondling him, showing no signs of stopping, and Johan, subjected to this one-sided sexual harassment, was only released when he was on the verge of climaxing in his pants.
Though freed from her touch, his erection persisted, precum dripping onto his clothes. By the time his underwear and pants were soaked, he finally understood why Evangeline had relented so easily.
The aphrodisiac was working. His pent-up energy had nowhere to go, tormenting him. So much so that he felt tempted to initiate with Master.
“…Master.”
“Yes?”
“Are you sure you don’t want this?”
However, Johan, with iron willpower, resisted Evangeline’s allure, and she, though expressing disappointment, didn’t press the issue further.
“It’s fine. Delayed gratification can be good too. Besides… is it Ritz’s turn today?”
“Yes, Marguerite’s turn…”
“Mm. Could you call her? Tell her to get ready.”
“Ready… for what? Here?”
“Just call her, you’ll see.”
Confused by her request to call Marguerite for sex, Johan nevertheless complied. After all, it was necessary to keep her curse suppressed.
Marguerite, lying on her bed doing some strange yoga poses, was startled by Johan’s sudden entrance, floating into the air.
“What, what!? Why are you barging in!?”
“Ah… sorry. I forgot myself. Should I leave and come back in?”
“Are you kidding? You’re already here…”
Frowning slightly, Marguerite sat on the bed and glared at Johan. He apologized and relayed Evangeline’s message.
That they were going to have sex, so she should get dressed and come to her room.
“Um… Master asked me to call you…”
“Evangeline? Why all of a sudden?”
“She said we’re going to have sex.”
“…In front of her?”
“Probably…”
Marguerite stared at Johan incredulously, then sighed and shooed him out of the room. Moments later, after a flurry of sounds from inside, Marguerite emerged, dressed in a beautiful gown.
“Let’s go.”
He returned to Evangeline’s room with Marguerite. Evangeline glared at Marguerite, as if questioning her elaborate attire.
“Why are you so dressed up… you’re just going to take it off anyway… Never mind. Ritz, let’s go over there.”
“…’Over there’? How am I supposed to know where that is?”
“If I wanted to watch you two have sex, I would have just told you to do it here. Why would I bother calling you all the way here? …It’s a client request.”
“…Ah, her?”
Hearing the word “client,” Marguerite finally understood and sighed.
Johan, feeling left out, asked,
“Client? Who?”
“You’ll see. Alright Ritz, take good care of him.”
“Sure, sure. …My turn after three whole days.”
Marguerite said this and snapped her fingers. The room transformed into a three-dimensional library, floor to ceiling filled with bookshelves.
Johan, slightly dizzy from the sudden shift in perspective, looked around. A librarian, quietly scribbling on parchment with a quill, looked up and approached them.
“You’ve arrived.”
The librarian, holding the parchment and quill, walked toward them with a sense of urgency, pushing her glasses up her nose.
“Now then—please begin.”
Johan stared at her, dumbfounded.
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Holy Knights, what have you done?
Good luck, Johan!
TIL witches’ familiars speak Urdu.