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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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After washing off the sweat from his morning training, Johan found Regina waiting for him in the living room. She immediately approached him.
“Good morning.”
“Uh… morning.”
“Then I shall begin my observations.”
She spoke politely, then quietly followed him, observing his every move. This time, she refrained from adding her own interpretations. If she encountered something she didn’t understand, she asked him directly.
Compared to her behavior a few days ago, this was a drastic improvement. She was a completely different person. Something had clearly shifted within her.
“What’s with the sudden change?”
“What do you mean?”
“You weren’t like this before. Following me to the bathroom, trying to record every little detail…”
“I’ve realized it’s unnecessary. How often you urinate, how frequently you use the bathroom—that information is irrelevant to your constitution.”
“That’s true…”
The Regina who had obsessively recorded everything had transformed overnight, now speaking with reasoned logic—it was almost awe-inspiring. The reason for this shift was simple.
Before, she had seemed like a mindless copier. Now, she resembled a professional, intelligent researcher.
She exuded the aura of a competent professional, a quiet confidence that commanded respect…
“So—from today onward, I will only record essential information.”
“…Well, that’s fine by me.”
“Thank you for your understanding. In that regard—”
Regina quickly approached and placed her hand on Johan’s chest. He could feel his heart pounding beneath her touch, exposed for her to examine.
Offering his most vulnerable point felt like baring his entire being. Regina looked up at him, her soft lips parted—
“Stooop! You two! What are you doing!?”
Their intimate moment in the living room was interrupted. Johan looked up and saw his master pointing at them accusingly.
Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. He smiled at her.
“Good morning, Master.”
“Johan—what were you just doing!?”
“What was I doing…? Just… some recording.”
“What kind of recording! Touching his chest! And staring at his lips like that! Huh!?”
Johan remained silent. Had she been staring? He couldn’t recall. But he couldn’t continue doing something that upset his master. He quickly moved away from Regina.
Evangeline, seemingly relieved, then embraced him and glared at Regina.
“Listen! I know about your agreement, but this wasn’t part of it! Don’t even think about touching Johan! Understood!?”
“…I understand. I had no such intentions.”
“You had no such intentions!? You were just touching him!”
Regina, hearing Master’s outburst, simply nodded, admitting her actions.
“Indeed. I wonder why I did that.”
“…You… weren’t even aware of it?”
“A curious reaction. Could this be the power of his constitution…?”
Regina stared at Johan, her eyes shining—
Like a lovestruck maiden—
“No!”
Evangeline shouted, grabbing Johan and dragging him into her room. Alone with him, she took a deep breath and looked at him.
“…Johan is mine. I’ll protect you. So—”
You can’t look at other women.
Evangeline stared at him intently. Johan, meeting her gaze, nodded slowly.
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She loved writing.
She loved recording information.
Putting pen to paper, preserving her knowledge—it brought her immense satisfaction.
The fact that it stemmed from her curse didn’t matter. What did the origin matter? Just as the reason for starting drugs was irrelevant, the reason she began recording was unimportant.
Regina Star became the librarian of the Grand Library.
Librarian, owner, sole producer of books.
She needed other witches’ help to achieve this, but her magic guided her to them.
Until now, she had never felt any inconvenience. Until now.
‘I want to write…’
A false emotion surged within her. A manufactured, artificial, vulgar emotion. A curse tainting her purity.
Regina remembered Johan’s words. Corrupted by this dark impurity, she had become a mere replicator, not a true recorder.
She had been tainted. The fake had diminished the value of the real. The realization pained her.
‘I want to write…’
Fortunately, there was a way to break free from this curse she might have never noticed otherwise. She thought of Johan. Just thinking about him cleansed the curse that had stained her mind.
The compulsion to write, the constant pressure, vanished. Her mind felt clear, refreshed. The dark urge to record no longer clung to her thoughts.
And paradoxically, the first thing she felt in this newfound freedom was the desire to record. A genuine, untainted desire.
‘Johan.’
She wanted to record him. A pure, unadulterated desire.
He was immune to her magic, but she didn’t care.
To satisfy this pure yearning, she couldn’t rely on magic. She had to return to her own pure state.
“Shall we begin?”
She washed her face, composed herself, put on her monocle, and cautiously left the room. Johan was waiting.
Her object of desire. The recipient of her yearning. Her dream, and the hope of all witches.
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Recording was tedious, grueling work.
Johan learned this firsthand.
“…Are you done yet?”
“Almost.”
He had been channeling his mana for ten minutes straight. A rare occurrence for a man. Regina had determined that the secret to his constitution might lie within his mana.
She had asked him to release his mana, and Johan, complying, had poured it all out. He had never realized how tiring it was to simply stand there and channel mana.
‘This is… surprisingly good training…’
Sweat poured down his body. He felt his energy draining away. His limbs trembled, and he finally stopped.
Regina, seeing him stop, stared at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Tired.”
“Tired? You’re stopping because you’re tired? You can do more. Don’t worry. No one has ever died from releasing mana.”
“Why are we even doing this?”
He asked, genuinely curious. Regina considered his question for a moment, then began to explain.
“First, we need to confirm if the mana you possess is truly yours.”
“…What does that even mean?”
“Those experimented on by witches, or monsters who absorb mana from nature, cannot generate mana themselves. Unlike witches, who produce their own mana. We need to confirm if you’re the same.”
The countless monsters he had slain, and Ludwig, chosen by the Immortal Witch—both were non-witches who wielded mana.
But the mana they used wasn’t their own. Ludwig used the mana given to him by the Immortal Witch, and monsters absorbed mana from nature.
This was different from witches, who generated their own mana. Regina suspected that the mana within Johan might not be his own.
“And—we need to deplete your mana to understand your constitution.”
“Constitution? Ah, my curse nullification… what does that have to do with mana?”
“Can you still nullify curses without mana? Does the nullification cease when your mana is depleted? By observing this, we can determine if your ability stems from your mana, or if your mana is a byproduct of your ability.”
“…That’s complicated.”
“This is basic research. It’s strange that the other witches haven’t subjected you to such experiments before.”
That was because Master would never subject him to such torture. Releasing mana until depletion was practically self-harm.
Only Regina, who viewed him as a research subject, would do this.
Understanding that there was a reason behind this seemingly pointless exercise, Johan endured the discomfort and continued channeling his mana until it was completely depleted.
“Ah—”
His head spun. He stumbled and collapsed, and Regina approached, looking down at him.
“How do you feel…? Is the curse… gone?”
“…No. It still works, even without mana. —Just like… a witch.”
Regina said this and helped him lie down. Johan, following her guidance, lay on the floor, staring at the spinning ceiling, feeling intensely dizzy.
‘I think I’m going to be sick.’ He mumbled this, and Regina gently cradled his head in her lap, her breasts obscuring his view of the ceiling.
The dizziness subsided. But at the same time, another part of him became aroused.
“Ah…”
“Interesting. Are you aroused by me?”
“…Shut up.”
Men get erections when they’re sick or injured.
He mumbled this excuse and turned away.
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