Chapter 274 – The Butterfly Effect

A week after I had been to the Elf Village with Rune, a married elf, Sylvian, came to the Grand Duchess’s house.

“Wasn’t it difficult while you were on your way to the grand duke’s house?”

“Yeah, I didn’t have any particular strength…”

Sylvian’s face was quite haggard compared to a week ago.

The relationship between Sylvian and Bishman fell to its worst in a week when the materials needed to summon the highest level spirit were not supplied.

On the day Winter said he would not provide materials, Bischman did not come out of the lab.

“Honey, let’s have dinner…!”

Even when Sylvian knocked on the door of the lab and called for Bischman, Bischman did not come out of the lab.

He is a Sylvian who has become accustomed to falling asleep alone, but from that day on, symptoms of insomnia appeared.

His house seemed infinitely spacious, and he felt the vacancy of Bishuman. He couldn’t taste the food he ate, and his symptoms got worse as the days passed.

– Kik…

‘Vishman…?!’

Two days after the first symptoms of insomnia and depression appeared in Sylvian, a friction sound came from the basement.

Sylvian hurriedly descended into the basement at the sound of friction created by the unmanaged hinges.

“Honey..!”

“…”

Sylvian affectionately called out to the Bishuman he had met on the third day, but Bishuman did not answer.

Vishuman passed Sylvian up the stairs and peered into his closet with empty eyes.

What Bishuman took out of the closet was an ordinary robe, and he was the first to speak to Sylvian.

“Money.”

“Honey, do you need money…?”

“Bring the money because I have to buy the missing ingredients because of you.”

Only Vischu did not call Sylvian by name. While Bischman was locked up in the lab, his anger toward Sylvian grew.

“Honey, how much do you need? Tell me.”

“Take out everything you have.”

The money Vishuman, who was obsessed with summoning the highest level of spirits, was asked to bring was entirely money earned by Sylvian.

“Wait a minute!”

However, as she withered away in her husband’s indifference, Sylvia’s heart was the same.

‘It’s my fault that Vishuman became like that…’

Sylvian’s heart, which had withered, became more consistent, strictly speaking, because of Winter’s influence.

Sylvian had been thinking a lot over the past three days because Winter said he felt sorry for Vishuman.

In the end, the foolish woman embraced all of Vishuman’s past and decided to protect her family.

“Is this enough?”

“Is this all?”

“Yes, this is all I can spend right now…”

Sylvian handed over all the goods except for the emergency fund to Bishman.

“I didn’t entrust you with managing the money.”

Bischman reprimanded Sylvian even after accepting the leather pouch filled with gold coins.

“I’m sorry. I should have done better…”

The foolish Sylvian smiled and accepted Bishuman’s reprimand with the determination to protect her family.

“Honey, will you be back today?”

“…”

“I’ll prepare dinner and wait.”

Sylvian sent Bishman off, but Bishman did not return even after the third night.

It was the fourth night when Vishuman returned home, and the strong smell of alcohol was with him.

“Honey, have you been drinking?”

“That’s a question no kid would ask…”

Sylvian approached Bishuman and covered his nose at the strong smell of alcohol.

“Get some water in the bathtub…”

Vishuman took off his shoes as he scanned Sylvian’s body up and down.

“And when you’re done with the water, it’s there…”

“Yes?”

“You’re not going to make your drunken husband wash alone…?”

Bishuman, who had been out for nearly 24 hours, had changed somewhere.

“Ingredients… Did you get them well?”

“Don’t ask about that, go get some water…”

There was nothing in Bishman’s hand. Yesterday it was the hand holding the leather pouch, but today it was holding nothing.

“Honey, where are the ingredients?”

“I said I was buying ingredients…?”

“Yes…! That’s why you said you needed money…!”

Sylvian’s voice trembled with anxious thoughts. The strong smell of alcohol and unnecessarily long outings, Bischman did not go to buy ingredients.

“You lied to me…?”

“Haha!! I didn’t lie, so don’t worry! It’s true that I went out to buy ingredients!”

“Ugh! Let go..!”

“If a wife doesn’t trust her husband, write it!!”

Bishman pinched Sylvian’s cheek and acted exaggeratedly. It was obvious that she was subtly trying to get over the mistake, but Sylvian couldn’t get angry.

The touch of pinching Sylvian’s cheeks is the skinship of her husband, whom she has not received in a long time.

“Sylvian, were you worried because I couldn’t find the ingredients?”

“Yes, I was worried…”

Vischuman called Sylvian by name, and Sylvian’s anxiety disappeared.

“You can get the ingredients later…”

“You said it was important…”

“Right now, washing with Sylvian is more important than that.”

“Uh… I’m taking a break because I’ll get some water…”

Seeing her husband’s affectionate gaze and skinship, which she hadn’t seen in a long time, Silvian quietly entered the bathroom.

When Sylvian entered the bathroom and closed the door, Bischman’s laughing expression hardened.

“I hate to admit it, but that’s what he said.”

On the day Bishuman took money to buy materials, he met a middle-aged elf.

“Bishman, is it any big deal after you all come out?”

“Gettruth, I’m not in the mood to talk, so stop going.”

It was an obese elf weighing more than 100kg, which puts Geturus and Elf famous as a race of beauty.

Ketur and Bishman did not get along, and the cause was entirely with Ketur.

“Where is Mr. Sylvian going and wandering around alone?”

“You’re supposed to be in the entertainment district. What did you come to the village for?”

“That’s the rumor, so I had no choice but to come.”

Gethurs, who enjoys drinking and pleasure, once coveted Sylvian, Bischman’s wife. Fortunately, Sylvian’s strength was superior and there was nothing Geturus could do to Sylvian.

Bishman was also aware of Keturus’ dark intentions and deliberately kept his distance.

“Have you heard rumors?”

“I heard that Mr. Sylvian hasn’t left the house since the day you brought the guest.”

“Don’t mind other people’s families, mind your own body.”

Bishman was reluctant to mention the events that had taken place over the past three days.

Since he is a rich man, he thought there was a watcher in the village and was about to pass by, but Geturus blocked Bishman’s way.

“Are there any places where you have to go busy with pennies?”

“Be careful with your mouth.”

“I didn’t know that telling the truth these days is something to be careful about, right?”

“Hey, what do you want to say to me?”

Gethurs put on a sly expression at Bishman’s annoyed reaction.

“Vishman, I have a place to go with me.”

“Where are you talking about? No, I don’t intend to go with you, so there was no need to ask.”

“You really don’t want to go with me? Even if it’s about your house?”

The biggest weakness for Bishman was the house. To be precise, it was a laboratory made in the basement.

“I don’t know if you have a place in this town for a lab.”

“…”

“If you said you couldn’t think of anything other than the basement of the house you’re currently using, would you be willing to go with me?”

Even though he was an elf, Geturus enjoyed drinking and pleasure enough to become obese. All of these things were possible because of money, and Keturus had the financial power to forcefully take over Bishman’s house.

“Do you think this is a village where humans live? It’s not a place where you can do everything with money!”

“But you’re holding money right now, right? This is a place where you can’t do anything with pennies..”

Bishuman tried to ignore Keturus, but Bishuman, who had been confined to the laboratory, was weaker than Keturs before he knew it.

Bishman was unable to move with his hand weighing down on his shoulder and he had his leather pouch taken away by Gethurs.

“If I need a leather pouch like this, should I come along?”

“I was thinking this from the beginning…”

“Before, there was something I really wanted to show you.”

Since he had been confined to the laboratory, there were no elves to help Vishuman. On a dark night when the sun disappeared, Bishman shamefully had to follow Geturus.

The place where Keturus took Bishuman was a small town closest to the elven village.

“You…!”

“It’s expensive, but it’s worth it once. Should I use it three times?”

Geturus used an expensive artifact to teleport to a small city with Bishman.

A city full of entertainment districts was also a place where Geturus enjoyed luxury and pleasure.

“Did you say you had something to show me in a place like this?!”

“If you follow me quietly, you will know.”

Gethurs forcibly took Vishuman with him. He passed through a dark alleyway and went down into the basement, and the basement smelled of alcohol.

“Drink it first. It’s a drink I must drink when I come here.”

“Show me what you want to show me.”

“I’ll show you when you drink.”

Bishman was not allowed to drink the wine given to him by Gethurus. Only Vishu used the spirit to figure out his poison, but Geturus was not lax.

The first drink Geturus gave him was free from impurities.

“Will you listen to me while I drink?”

“Try it.”

Gettrus heard the unbelievable story of how he had given up on Sylvian and wanted to apologize for what had happened.

Naturally, Bishman did not believe Geturus and a heavy silence fell.

“Vishman, would you like a drink?”

“Hey, did you mean it?”

“Half truth, half lies.”

“As expected… You are not to be trusted.”

“The mind doesn’t work as intended. That’s why I called you.”

“Was it a lie to have something to show you?”

“No, I’ve prepared things to show you and tell you.”

The silence was broken and Bishman became more and more absorbed in Geturus’ story. The two were having a serious conversation, and Bishman was drinking too.

The problem is that Bishman’s body is much weaker than expected, and Bishman did not know his physical condition.

Bishman was drunk and Geturus was waiting for that.

“Get along with Sylvian so I don’t have other feelings.”

“I get along well…”

“I have something to tell you. You lie often.”

Gethurs touched the relationship between Bishman and Sylvian. Bishman remembered everything Getturus said, and hours passed by.

“It’s a long story.”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you forget that I said there was something I wanted to show you?”

Gethurs rang the bell, and five women entered the room.

“Hey… What are you doing now…!”

“I prepared it because you seem to have forgotten about it, having only been living in the lab.”

Gethurs beckoned, and five women clung to Bishman.

“Keugh! Don’t touch me…!!”

“I’ll keep things a secret today, so I hope you feel the importance of Sylvian-san on this occasion.”

Vishuman was deeply immersed in the pleasure of love for the first time in ten years and returned home late.

“Vishman, I’ll keep the leather pouch, so come back if you need it.”

“I don’t need any pennies like that…”

“Haha!! Even if you don’t need this, come back if you need anything else.”

“I do…”

It was good for Bishman that the leather bag passed to Geturus. In Bishman’s mind, the words of Geturus lingered.

‘I need something else… Can I do it again?’

Even when Bishuman was lying down, he did not forget the women who massaged his body and squeezed out his semen.

“And like Cerrus said, Sylvian was still…”

Caught in a trap set by Keturus, Vishuman thoroughly used Sylvian’s mind.

– Honey! I got all the water!

‘Then Sylvian will do the same to those women…’

Bischman was not interested in how Sylvian was, and he was only busy finding the pleasure of knowing him again after ten years.