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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The next day.
Despite knowing the secret of the food, Hecaterina continued to eat her meals, savoring every bite of the dishes laced with Johan’s semen.
She even complained about not having enough after finishing a bowl, holding out her empty plate.
“…More.”
“Oh? Uh—sure.”
Johan served her another helping, looking at her curiously. She glared back at him, then buried her face in the dish.
She noticed the slightly different taste and frowned, but the change was for the better, not worse.
‘She’s already taken the medicine, so there’s no need to add more…’
Johan always added the magic nullification potion, made from his semen, to Hecaterina’s food. He tried to use only a small amount, but it still affected the taste.
The absence of the semen’s usual bitterness and fishy smell already improved the flavor considerably, especially when combined with Master’s special seasoning.
‘Speaking of which, I wonder what that seasoning is made of…’
Johan pondered this as he continued his meal.
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Evangeline, her face flushed, emerged from her room, smiling at the seasoning in her hand.
Just imagining feeding it to her disciple made her happy. Imagining Johan’s pleasure brought her joy.
Her life revolved around Johan. If anyone tried to take him away, she would fight them with everything she had.
“Master.”
“Hm!? Oh, Johan… what is it?”
“I have a favor to ask. …Do you have a moment?”
She nodded, and Johan, looking around, quickly pulled her into her room.
Evangeline thought, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this here…!’ but she let herself be led inside. Her sensitive nose detected a faint, lingering scent of herself.
Fortunately, Johan didn’t seem to notice, only twitching his nose slightly and tilting his head.
“Wh-what is it? Why did you bring me here…?”
“Master, could you exhale for me?”
“Exhale? Why suddenly…?”
“Don’t ask, just please do it.”
Though puzzled by the strange request, Evangeline took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Johan held a beaker before her mouth.
It contained water. He watched as the water level rose with her breath, waiting until she was completely out of air. He quickly sealed the beaker with a lid.
“Hah! …Why did you ask for that?”
“I wanted to… drink your breath.”
“Wh-what!?”
Ignoring her surprised reaction, Johan held out the beaker containing her exhaled breath.
“Master, could you mix this with magic?”
“With magic…? Do you… really want to drink it that much?”
She could have just blown into his mouth directly… Evangeline, unable to contain her amusement at her disciple’s peculiar request, giggled, then gently took the beaker and mixed its contents with magic.
The water, infused with her breath, began to bubble like acid or lava. Evangeline frowned slightly.
‘…Huh?’
It looked dangerous. Evangeline wondered if it was even drinkable. Johan opened the lid. Fsss—a familiar sound reached her ears.
Johan tasted the contents and smiled, satisfied.
“J-Johan? What is that…?”
“Carbonated water.”
“Carbonated… water?”
She’d never heard of it. As Evangeline continued to question him, Johan, deciding that seeing was believing, offered her the beaker.
The contents were still bubbling, and she wondered if it was safe to drink—but seeing Johan had tasted it without any ill effects, she cautiously took a sip.
“Kyah!?”
A tingling sensation exploded in her mouth. She couldn’t believe this had been created from her breath. Evangeline pulled away from the beaker and covered her mouth.
“Wh-what is this!?”
“It’s carbon dioxide mixed with water… just wait a moment.”
Johan said this and headed to the living room. Evangeline quickly followed and watched as he added various ingredients to the beaker.
Fruits, herbs, and even monster bone marrow. He looked at Evangeline and asked her to mix it again.
Even before, the concoction hadn’t looked particularly appetizing, but now it resembled something a caveman would drink. Evangeline, frowning, nevertheless complied.
The translucent liquid transformed into a dark, murky substance.
“J-Johan! Don’t drink that! It’s dirty, dirty!”
“Huh? No, this is delicious.”
“What nonsense… how can that black water be delicious!? It’s a devil’s drink, a devil’s drink!”
“It is a devil’s drink…”
Johan said this and casually took a large gulp. He paused, as if tasting something, then spotted the magical seasoning in Evangeline’s hand and snatched it.
“This is new, right? I’ll borrow it for a second.”
“Uh, sure, but…”
Johan added the seasoning to the beaker, took another sip, and shuddered, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“Ahhh… that’s the stuff.”
“…Are you okay?”
“It’s delicious. Want to try, Master?”
It hadn’t tasted this good before. Just a strange tingling sensation. How could adding herbs and bone marrow make it so much better? It was hard to believe.
But her disciple had drunk it without any problems, and she couldn’t show fear as his Master. Evangeline took a large gulp and her eyes widened.
Gulp, gulp, gulp—
“Burp—!”
She instinctively covered her mouth, embarrassed by the sudden burp, and glanced at Johan. He just grinned at her, seemingly not having heard it.
Seeing the beaker half-empty, Evangeline handed it back to Johan.
“W-well… not bad.”
“Right?”
Johan said this and finished the rest of the cola. Evangeline sighed, seemingly disappointed, and he reassured her.
“We can make more. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, hm? Wh-who said I was worried!?”
Feigning indifference, Evangeline helped Johan make more cola. …A lot more. Enough to fill an entire oak barrel in the storage room.
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Magic was truly versatile.
Johan realized this while making cola.
‘This is even better than Coca-Cola…’
Whether or not that was true, the cola, his first in months, evoked a sense of nostalgia. He thought of several dishes that would pair well with it and consulted the cookbook in Master’s room.
A cookbook written by Regina. The recipes were incredibly easy to follow. So easy, a monkey could do it…
He followed the recipes, then presented the dishes and cola to the witches. They emerged into the living room, tilting their heads at the unfamiliar feast and the strange dark drink.
“…Is it a special occasion?”
“No, just felt like it.”
“Johan, Johan. What’s this?”
“It’s called cola. Be careful when you drink it.”
He cautioned Beatrice, who seemed particularly interested in the cola, then watched as the witches took their first sips.
The dark liquid. They hesitated at first, but at his urging, they cautiously tasted it.
And soon, their glasses were empty.
“What is this!?”
Marguerite’s eyes widened as she stared at her empty glass. For witches accustomed to water and unrefined beer, carbonation was a revelation.
Johan, watching them enjoy the cola, said,
“How is it? Delicious, right? Since we can make carbonated water, we can also add it to alcohol and make things like highballs.”
“It’s delicious… but how did you make it?”
“…Huh?”
“I’ve never tasted anything like this before. Did Regina teach you? Or is this a special Disciple recipe?”
“…It’s my special recipe.”
He averted his gaze, concealing the true method. Master, meeting his eyes, also looked away, sensing the other witches’ curiosity.
He couldn’t tell them it was made with “Master’s breath and Master’s seasoning.”
He wasn’t that clueless.
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The Church headquarters.
The Pope, considered the greatest spiritual leader, listened to the investigation team’s report, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“We didn’t find any witches at the location indicated in this drawing, Your Holiness, but we did find traces of their presence, and a monster they created. And that monster is currently headed towards…”
The Pope looked in the direction the investigator pointed and frowned. The monster was headed towards the forbidden zone, the Demon’s Forest, a place long avoided.
The Pope and the Church elders knew a witch lived there. They had left her alone, knowing she wouldn’t cause trouble if undisturbed. But the monster’s trail leading to the forest meant—
‘She wasn’t just living there peacefully. She was creating monsters…’
The Pope, forced to this conclusion, made a decision.
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