Chapter 320 – Amalgamation (8)

“Palaaaaa!!!”

Elisha was scattered on the floor with her characteristic grotesque scream.

An unsightly figure like a frog hit by a wagon. Between the gaping legs, the freshly squeezed semen was dripping down.

“Elisha?”

Slap slap.

I tapped my butt, where the red-colored handprints bloomed like autumn leaves, but there was no response.

It seems that I fainted properly.

“Huh.”

He sighed heavily and laid down on his back.

Is it hard for me to squeeze 4 times in a row? Power goes down Of course, he is recovering quickly at this moment, so he will be fine again soon.

As I looked up at the ceiling like that, Karla, who was only sucking her fingers because her turn hadn’t come yet, sat next to me with her buttocks pressed together.

“Sorry Carla. Somehow, you ended up being the last.”

I will do it together with Elisha. He apologized lightly, but the reply that came back was completely unexpected.

“Yes? It’s ok master You went through other people, but in the end you came back to my side, right? That’s enough for me. … No, it’s better to think that I’m the last woman of the master.”

This kind of end-of-the-century mindset.

Laughing inwardly, he knocked Carla over.

“Kyaa~”

Carla quietly entrusted herself to my touch with a joyful scream.

Do I have to wait for it to recover? There’s no one else waiting anyway, so let’s relax a little.

***

It’s not to the point of fainting, but it’s still satisfying enough after performing a feat.

Carla, with a tired expression, carefully lay down next to me. As I reflexively stretched out my arms, I rested my head on them as if I was waiting.

Just like that, I’m just breathing in a daze with an arm pillow.

Molang.

Karla hugged me from the side.

A slender arm wrapped around the nape of the neck. My soft chest is pressed against my upper body, and my legs intertwine with mine and become one.

As I was enjoying a pleasant drowsiness, Karla, who clung to me, whispered softly.

“Master.”

“Huh.”

“Thank you.”

“What?”

“Just, everything.”

Carla only spoke after rubbing her own cheek against mine once.

“When I was first sold by the owner, I was very disappointed. It was sold to Mr. Pervert, who is obviously nasty.”

“Ah… That’s when I drank the Polymorph potion.”

It was to hide the fact that he had a lot of money, but even I thought it was a bit harsh.

“Lol. Do you know how surprised I was when I took off my disguise? To think that someone who is younger than me, and who even fits my tastes, is my master!”

“When I think about it now, Carla, you really liked my face at that time. Have you ever looked at your face all day? It doesn’t seem like that much now.”

As she shrugged her shoulders and added, Carla tilted her head as if asking what she was talking about.

“I still like the face of the master, don’t you?”

“Huh? Then why…”

“It’s just because I’ve gotten better in other parts, not just my face.”

Carla, who gently brushed my face from the forehead to the cheeks, pulls me to face her.

A short kiss followed.

Side.

“I liked the way the owner changed as he opened his heart to me little by little.”

Back then, I always kept in mind that I was a Treasure Goblin.

Someone might notice the contents of my inventory and approach me, I might be kidnapped and exploited for my knowledge and gold.

I always had that kind of anxiety in the back of my mind. Naturally, I had no choice but to set the day around.

However, she met Karla, learned her magic, and equipped herself with minimal force.

She knew the gentleness of the woman’s skin and its warmth, and although she thought that a relationship between slave and master that would never be betrayed was premised on, she remembered how to trust someone.

After falling into this world, I, who had been alone all along, had a human relationship for the first time.

It would be rather strange that it did not change.

However, Kara’s words did not end there. Whispers follow along with the itchy touch on her cheek.

Side.

“I was really happy when my master said that even if he had another slave, even if he got married and had a wife, he would not abandon me.”

Side.

“Anyway, I was grateful that Master helped Elisha.”

Side.

“It was good that dragon blood flows in you, like my ancestors.”

Side.

“Ah, I cannot forget that even when I projected my dream of revival of Lindelheit to the owner, he readily accepted it.”

Side.

“Even if there were more women like me or more attractive than me, he always took care of me first. Every time that happened, I thought my heart would burst.”

Side.

“He promised to reveal the injustice between me and my father, which no one knew about, and he actually kept it.”

Side.

“The last time I was a coward and couldn’t bear to seize the opportunity to turn everything back to normal. Master took the name of Lindelheit instead of me.”

Side.

“Don’t worry about anything, just stay by my master’s side. You said that if you give your all to love like that, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, right? I don’t know of a more romantic confession.”

Carla, who had said that far, kissed her on the lips this time, not on the cheek.

Soft touch. Warm breath. Her tongue slipped into her mouth and intertwined with mine in a respectful but affectionate manner.

After kissing her for a long time, it wasn’t until she was out of breath that Karla fell.

She whispers to me with a hazy expression as if she was drunk on something.

“Master, master.”

“Why?”

“This is my master’s Carla.”

“Huh.”

“Master is my master.”

“Yes.”

“Will you continue to be my master?”

“I think I said this before… Carla, even if you don’t like it, I won’t let you go, so be prepared.”

“I know. I just asked because I wanted to hear it one more time.”

After saying that, Carla giggled like the happiest person in the world.

She realized it only when she saw it.

It’s not just me who has changed. She was the same with Karla.

No, Elisha, Iris, Fay, Iona, Helena and Solari.

No one is the same as when we first met. Because meeting me and meeting each other, a lot of things have changed.

Elisha is no longer obsessed with proving her worth. She jokingly joked that if I was the best, she would be the best.

Iris let go of her longing for her former glory and her impatience toward becoming a great mage. She is seeking happiness as a woman of her own, not as the bearer of the hopes of the elves, but as someone’s companion.

Faye, though still a gloomy personality, was no longer pessimistic and despairing of her own situation. I just said it would stop if I knew myself.

Iona finished her revenge. There are no more ghosts haunted by the past. All that is left is one vampire who carefully takes each step toward a future he has yet to see.

Helena learned that human love is not divine love. Once a pious nun, she became her saint and was given back a life dedicated to God.

Solari let go of her divine responsibilities for a moment and faced herself. Her cause is no longer fettered. Because she is the one who saves, there is no law saying that she should not be saved.

Like this, everyone is changing little by little. It is only natural that life and life overlap and be affected.

But even so, there was one thing that didn’t change.

The affection that weaves and sustains all these relationships, and the heart that wants to live happily for a long time to come.

“Ah.”

That moment when you think about it. Suddenly realized That magic is like this.

Mana can become fire, wind, or formless power.

It must be called magic because it can be transformed into anything with just imagination and mana.

However, no matter what form magical power is reborn, there is one thing that never changes.

Such is my will to create magic.

Karla used to compare her will to magical power, but the will I want to talk about now is a little different.

It doesn’t mean the magical power that follows while generating the will, but the mind itself to do something.

Magical power turned into a fireball and burned the target. Then what was it that defeated the enemy?

Is it hot heat? Or the shortness of breath caused by the heat and smoke? Maybe it’s the magic that is the root of all this.

But all wrong. In the end, my will set the opponent on fire.

Because I wanted to burn it, magic power caught fire, and because I wanted to burn it, it flew in the form of a fireball and landed on the enemy.

This was a principle that also applied to non-magical things.

If I cut an apple with a dagger, what cuts off the apple skin?

Is it a dagger? Or the one holding the dagger?

If I gave another dagger and told someone else to cut an apple, what made the apple good to eat?

This is also me It was done because I wanted it that way.

It doesn’t matter if I cut it myself or if I have someone next to me cut it.

Everything in the world changes and changes again. But something that doesn’t change even after a long time. Rather, it is to lead the change around.

That has always been my sole will.

Only the will was everything.

The classification of magic, the properties, the complex formulas, the understanding of phenomena, and even the minimum amount of mana required.

In the end, it’s just a tool to carry my will into this world.

It’s necessary, sometimes important, but not the point.

“Ah.”

The moment you realize that, the experience you have accumulated so far, the skills you unconsciously accomplished during Yonginhwa, the knowledge you have learned hard.

I keep repeating that all of this is scattered in my head and put back together again.

It’s not the magic the world says, it’s the magic I’m talking about.

It’s not magic that anyone can use, but magic reassembled just for me.

Magic. Magic attribute. Will. And me.

In the frantic swirl of concepts, clear standards are established.

And.

Claws.

“…”

Why is this standing still?