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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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A medieval-style room, opulent and filled with framed artwork and elegant furniture. Within this lavish room, a Saint resided. Even among the nobility, the room was filled with exorbitantly expensive items.
The Saint leisurely sipped black tea. At first glance, the scene appeared elegant, but the atmosphere was far from it.
Maids, their faces etched with terror—or rather, attempting to conceal their fear, lest it displease the Saint—surrounded her. They smiled at everything she said, but their smiles were merely a desperate attempt to survive.
“This tea is dreadful.”
Whenever she found fault with something, like now, it signaled the beginning of their ordeal.
“Who prepared this?”
“I-I apologize, Saint. I prepared the tea, but my skills are lacking…”
“Excuses are unnecessary.”
The maid instinctively knelt. The Saint slapped her across the face. The maid’s cheek instantly reddened, but she bowed her head, apologizing even as the pain lingered.
“If you have complaints about my treatment, go whine to your Baron father again, like last time. If you think you can handle the consequences, that is.”
“N-No, Saint. I apologize. It’s my fault for… for not making the tea to your liking.”
“Good. I know. Prepare another cup.”
“Yes, Saint.”
The maids knew that even if they brought another cup, they couldn’t possibly satisfy the Saint’s now-soured mood. Today, this maid was the target. The others could only feel relieved it wasn’t them.
Then, a maid cautiously spoke, “Saint, a letter has arrived from Lady Victoria of House Bellarus.”
“Bellarus? Never heard of them. Tsk. Read it and summarize it for me.”
“Yes, Saint.”
One of the maids broke the Bellarus seal and began to read. She read as quickly and accurately as possible, fearing the Saint’s wrath.
“Lady Victoria says she is traveling with the Hero. She wishes to attend your next social gathering with the Hero as a courtesy.”
“The Hero… Victoria? Ah, I remember now.”
The blonde woman who had tried to make small talk with her. She seemed rather spirited.
“The Hero… the Hero wants to come to the social gathering… Hmm.”
When they first met, she had been utterly disappointed by the Hero’s awkward demeanor. She hadn’t understood why the Hero seemed so nervous around her.
But the title of “Hero” held weight. The mere news of the Hero attending her social gathering would boost her influence within the Empire.
“What shall we do, Saint?”
“They may come. Send an invitation.”
“Yes, Saint.”
A fleeting worry crossed her mind – Surely they aren’t asking me to join their unrefined journey? – but she dismissed it. She had made it perfectly clear she wasn’t interested, and if she refused to go, that was the end of it.
“I hope they don’t ruin my mood with frivolous chatter.”
The maid who had been slapped returned with a fresh cup of tea, her hands trembling with fear. She couldn’t control the tremors, even though she knew it would irritate the Saint.
“I… I apol… KYAAAA!”
The Saint’s hand lashed out again. The other maids sighed in relief that the hot tea hadn’t been spilled.
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The unknown woman, the country slut, strode confidently into the Magic Tower. Kerry found it odd but didn’t pay much attention. The slut likely wouldn’t even remember her face.
Kerry also entered the tower. Having contacted them beforehand, a mage greeted him.
“Welcome back to the Magic Tower, Kerry.”
Kerry responded politely to the formal greeting.
Just as he stepped inside, a familiar, deep voice boomed.
“Brother! I heard you were coming, but it’s so good to see you in person! Hahaha!”
The Sage had descended to the first floor to greet Kerry. The lobby buzzed with surprise; the Sage rarely greeted anyone personally.
“The Sage is personally welcoming someone…?”
“I’ve never seen the Sage greet anyone.”
“Who is that person…?”
The Sage’s boisterous welcome drew even more attention. Kerry tried to ignore the stares.
“It’s been a while, Sage. I trust you’ve been well?”
“This old man is always well. Just passing time in this boring tower.”
Boring? He’s probably engaging in lewd acts with high-level magic every day.
Kerry and the Sage chatted on the first floor before deciding to go up to the Sage’s chambers at the top. As they were about to board the magically powered elevator, a woman rushed towards them.
“I apologize. I was changing my clothes and ran a little late.”
“It’s alright. You’ve met my brother before, haven’t you? This is my secretary, whom I cherish like a daughter. She’s incredibly capable. Hahaha.”
Cherishes like a daughter?
As he spoke, the Sage, using the Archane’s Ring, spun mana threads, playfully teasing his secretary. He was always serious about sex.
But Kerry couldn’t focus on the Sage’s words.
The country… the country slut! The Sage’s secretary? No wonder she looked familiar!
In his defense, his encounter with the Sage had been so intense that he hadn’t paid much attention to the secretary.
I defiled my brother’s… plaything! What a heinous act I’ve committed!!
Now he understood why the bumpkin had been so sensitive. With the Sage constantly playing with her like that, how could she not be?
I’m so sorry, Sage… You treated me like a brother, but I…!
He felt genuinely remorseful. The Sage hadn’t touched her back passage, clearly saving it. And she had taken it, not just once, but repeatedly during their carriage ride. The bumpkin’s rear had been thoroughly… initiated by Kerry’s considerable endowment.
“Brother, are you alright? You look pale… Is something wrong?”
“…N-No, Sage. Of course not.”
“Hmm… If you have any worries, feel free to tell me. I’ll do everything in my power to help you, brother.”
“!”
His conscience gnawed at him. Should he confess her transgression?
But he shook his head. This was a secret he would take to his grave.
The Sage, still toying with his secretary with the Archane’s Ring, spoke, “Aria… did you meet a boyfriend while you were away?”
“Sir? I told you I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Impossible. Then what is the meaning of this…?”
The Sage narrowed his eyes at Aria. It’s probably my fault, Sage! The country slut… Aria, is innocent! Of course, he couldn’t say those words aloud.
“I wouldn’t mind if you had a boyfriend, Aria.”
“I… I really don’t have one. I just did what you asked and came straight back… Haaah!”
The Sage began to intensely tease his secretary with the mana threads, unconcerned by Kerry’s presence. The threads slipped between her clothes, caressing her intimate areas. They even probed the rear that Kerry had so thoroughly claimed.
“Haaah… Haaah…”
“Aria, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
“N-Nothing’s wrong. I think something I ate for lunch didn’t agree with me… I apologize, Sage.”
The Sage smacked his lips, seemingly regretful about the slut’s now readily accessible rear.
…I’m sorry, Sage. I’m sorry, country bumpkin.
Kerry remained silent.
Kerry explained the general reason for his visit to the Sage, omitting the fact that the target was a Saint. The scale of the task was too significant, and he knew the Sage was a follower of the Elena religion, though he wasn’t sure how devout he was.
“Hmm. So, you want to make a woman with a bad temper completely obedient.”
“That’s about right. But she’s quite powerful. Ordinary items won’t work on her.”
“Haha. There are many items that can’t be removed with mere strength. Cursed or bound items, for example. Don’t worry.”
The Sage was right. His collection warehouse was a treasure trove. Even though he had seen it before, Kerry was still astonished every time she examined it with his Eyes of the Goddess.
A-rank is the lowest, with S-ranks galore. And that one’s SS-rank! Such rare materials… used for his hobbies…
It was typical of the Sage. Kerry searched the warehouse for equipment suitable for handling the Saint. The Sage offered a few suggestions, but none of them appealed to him.
Why is he recommending pills that make breasts leak milk?
Leaking milk would hinder party hunts. That wouldn’t do.
He saw many items reflecting the Sage’s… particular tastes. Not this, not that. They’re all so perverted… but none seem quite right for the situation.
Then, something caught her eye.
It looked like a beautiful jeweled necklace. But its true nature was far more sinister.
“Oh, you’ve chosen that necklace. Good eye. I crafted it from the soul stone of a Legendary Ego Sword I acquired with great difficulty.”
Then why did you use a hard-earned Legendary Ego Sword to make something like this?
“It carries a powerful curse and a binding I personally inscribed. It completely shackles free will… No one can remove it, no matter how strong or powerful they are.”
“……”
Kerry liked the necklace. But it was a Legendary item, personally crafted by the Sage. Would he really part with it? It seemed too valuable to ask for, even considering their brotherhood.
“Why are you hesitating? Don’t you like it?”
“…I feel bad asking to borrow something so precious.”
The Sage looked at Kerry intently.
“I’m hurt.”
“Huh?”
“I truly consider you a brother, but you seem to think of me as merely a close friend.”
“That’s not true, Sage. I…!”
I… am the sinner who stole your… plaything!
“You’re the first man I’ve ever felt a kinship with. My parents, my siblings… no one understood me. But you’re different. I truly feel like you’re my brother. So don’t feel burdened.”
Kerry and the Sage exchanged a warm look of camaraderie. The Sage was truly Kerry’s role model and mentor, generous enough to lend him a Legendary item without hesitation.
After a moment of shared emotion, Kerry asked, “How do I use it?”
He already knew, thanks to the Eyes of the Goddess, but he couldn’t reveal that.
“It’s easier to show you. Haha. Come out, Cecilia.”
Cecilia? Was there someone else here?
The Sage’s shadow stirred and shifted, its movements strangely familiar.
“Let me introduce you. The Succubus Queen, Cecilia.”
“Hello there, handsome.”
“!”
Succubus Queen? Her voluptuous figure and regal beauty made Kerry’s… nether regions stir.
“Altes, are you planning to put that on me?”
“Tsk. You were much cuter and more obedient as a lesser succubus.”
“Oh, you’re bringing up the past again.”
Kerry couldn’t believe his ears. Had the Succubus Queen been with the Sage since she was a lesser succubus? If so…
“Did you just say ‘when she was a lesser succubus,’ Sage?”
“Indeed. Is there a problem?”
“Actually, I also have a lesser succubus.”
“Ah, is that so? You truly are like me.”
“I agree. You are truly my spiritual mentor.”
The Sage nodded. “Haha. If you don’t know already, all succubi have the potential to become a Succubus Queen. It all depends on how you raise them.”
I’m glad I came today. It seems I have much to learn from my brother.
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