Chapter 492 – Girl or Weapon -3-

“Actually, there is a reason why Rakshasa and Nir came here because they were stubborn towards their master.”

The Rakshasa, satisfied with all the attention, spoke with a light smile.

“A sword that loves many words. This Rakshasa will represent Nir’s feelings.”

“Hehe…”

Gleipnir was groaning as Rikke held her fingertips.

“First, as a new soldier serving the master, it is only appropriate to offer greetings to those who will be the hostess.”

“Hehe, thank you.”

A good sound that raises the corners of your mouth no matter how many times you listen to it. These were words that were liked by all of Roman’s lovers.

“Nir and I, who will be living with everyone here for eternity, not just for a hundred or two hundred years, thought that the sooner we could face each other, the better.”

“Hmm…?”

If you look at the interpretation itself, there is no problem with the sentence, but it somehow did not make sense, like the explanation related to the eyes in the station.

Among the people here, is there anyone who can live for two hundred years, if not one hundred years? If I had to pick one, Alice, who has dragon and elf blood, might be able to do it.

What did the girl named Raksha mean by presenting that sentence?

It may be that we do not yet properly understand the fragile creatures called humans. It may be a tendency to enjoy playing with the tongue by adding metaphorical expressions and exaggeration.

“···.”

The ambiguous reaction I was expecting. The smile on the face of Rakshasa grew brighter.

Raising her sleeves to cover her lower body, the raksha tilted her head slightly and tapped Roman.

“Kufufu, as I mentioned before, the current master has escaped the cycle of life and death. He is aware of that fact, but it will still take time to feel what kind of wind it blows.”

“Me?”

Roman, who had been listening quietly, looked at the top of the girl’s head located far below.

I don’t know what they’re trying to say, but I’m interested.

Roman’s mind, which reached a new level by killing Albireo and Malphas, began to become complicated as Rakshasa said, and he was desperate for time to pass by.

As I stepped into transcendence, unknown information whose purpose I could not guess increased my weight class at random. No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to immediately sort out or fully accept the vast capacity.

To put it bluntly, it feels like someone shoved the library into my head. Like English, there are a lot of things that you can’t understand even if you read the pronunciation.

So Roman neglected the information and waited for his time.

Face a specific situation and find your place on your own.

“The master already has a vague idea of ​​what a difference it makes to be favored by the Transcendent.”

The gaze of a Rakshasa paying attention to Atra.

Roman’s head tingles! It rang and a chunk of drifting knowledge found its place.

‘The world was such a system…’

You don’t have to go far, just look back.

Zaichik, who received his name from Malpas, was like that, and so was Dullahan Gankan under Naberius.

If you receive favor and favor from someone who is outside the standard, whether a god or a demigod, change will come in any direction.

If Roman values ​​his lovers more than his life and wants them to be together, his emotions and will lead to positive changes in the people around him.

That is confirmed.

The interpretation that was going on in my head was going well, but at one point I got stuck and started having doubts.

“Then shouldn’t Atra have been like that already?”

“···Do you mean me?”

She is a church saint who cannot follow the story and is blinking right in front of her.

Isn’t Atra over there the one receiving the agape love of the goddess, the owner of this world?

However, it is not enough to say that the goddess who created the world paid her attention. It is difficult for her to deal with even a single famous demon controlled by the Great Demons, the demigods of Pandemonium.

The Rakshasa had something to say, so he answered Roman’s question as soon as he heard it.

“It is believed that this is because too much effort has been expended on creation and there is not enough room, or because the desired direction from the beginning is not the eternal life of the creation.”

“Hmm… I understand.”

Roman patted Atra’s back and buttocks, wanting to know more about what she meant.

In the end, that statement is a strong hypothesis and an area of ​​speculation.

For an accurate answer, this is a question that only Seonro must ask directly to her goddess.

“Now that I have told you the first reason, may I tell you the second reason?”

“Good.”

Rike, who answered Rakshasa coolly, was already holding hands with Gleipnir.

For some reason, Gleipnir’s face looked less tense than when he grabbed his finger, and both Roman and Raksha were relieved.

“I would like to receive permission to receive the master’s vital energy.”

Everyone blinked. Roman also looked at the Rakshasa blankly.

“Regularly?”

“···Regular?”

“What do you mean by regular period?”

Listen and think over the words at the same time.

Although it is a word with many meanings, only one thing comes to mind in women’s minds. Chloe, who was listening, must have been imagining something, and her face became bright red.

“There are two reasons for asking for permission. First, I think the master will put his hesitation aside and move when he feels at ease. Second, there is a perception that this action may offend the ladies.”

“···.”

We looked at each other and couldn’t come up with an answer. Because no one is in a position to readily answer that question here.

Eclair, with her arms crossed, cleared her throat to clear her embarrassment and asked in a whisper.

“Keuhum! Why do you need affection…?”

“If the blade of that Rakshasa is broken, no blacksmith in this world can fix it. Not even Nir.”

“Do you mean to use it for repairs?”

“It may be hard to believe, but what you understand is correct.”

“···.”

This is why it is impossible to completely answer no. Also, this girl’s attitude was very polite.

‘It’s not the owner’s mana, it’s a weapon that regenerates energy…’

Eclair looked at Roman laughing awkwardly and then sighed.

Even if it’s a strange story I’ve never heard or seen, I still believe it. Doesn’t the very act of talking to Mugu, who is now human, completely deny existing common sense?

Everyone, including Eclair, gave an answer in their hearts, but hesitated to say it out loud.

The Rakshasa chattered as he tried to nail the final nail.

“It’s not just about repairs, it’s about the unique power our weapons have. It takes a ridiculous hundred years to replenish it just by waiting for it’s been used up.”

“You mean the way to shorten time is with your energy?”

“Yes.”

Rike continued her thoughts briefly, massaging Gleipnir’s soft hand.

“Have you seen any benefits from your brother’s regular medicine?”

“I have no experience consuming or receiving essence yet. However, I used a lot of power in the previous battle, so I am hungry just now.”

The atmosphere of Rakshasa moistening the lips by moving the sticky tongue with saliva was so strange that some who were watching held their breath.

Even Gleipnir was drooling at the thought, so much so that Rike could hear it.

“I have one last question.”

“Please rest in peace.”

“Even if it is a weapon, if it has a human body, what is the possibility of pregnancy?”

Rieke’s question, filled with determination that this is the most important.

Even though Rakshasa knew her answer exactly, he did not bring it up right away. After a pause, she opened her mouth with a sigh.

“Kuhuhu, everything follows the master’s will.”

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– What? Seria is a little bigger than Rakshasa?

– That Raksasha mask is also part of the body, so it must be added to the kidneys.

– Disgusting!

A peaceful noise heard beyond the door.

Roman was back alone in his room in his mansion, with his back pressed against his bed.

“Whoa…”

Looking at the ceiling, Roman let out a long breath.

I don’t know when she would disappear, but the itch that crawled all over her body still remained.

‘Shame on you!’

Roman received public permission from his lovers. She says it’s okay to cum on a weapon, and it’s okay to fuck her.

What Roman, who received approval, experienced was a sense of social death.

When everyone said it as if they understood, she was strangely embarrassed to the point where her face was flushed.

‘Nirrang Rakchal…’

The biggest problem is that it’s not unfair, and if you think about the two, there’s nothing you can’t do.

Did something in her taste go awry as she poured semen into Nir’s mouth?

This may be because she abandoned the perception that she was simply a weapon and had a strong perception that she was a precious being.

‘She’s pretty… But she listens well and is cute…’

Since the conclusion has already been reached, it will be over if you accept it gracefully. This problem will be resolved once I admit that the spectrum of my tastes has broadened.

Before she could compose herself, she was distracted by the pleasant noise coming from the living room.

“···.”

Sigh.

Rike opened the door where Roman was.

“Oppa. Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm…”

Rike approaches with cat-like steps and lies down next to him.

The girl’s small head came up on Roman’s forearm, and her slender fingers gently stroked her muscular chest.

Roman, who felt her moving fingers with her lust, pulled her hand and played with her waist and buttocks.

“Oppa.”

“Huh?”

“You know what?”

A voice full of positive emotions, perhaps called happiness.

Roman did not answer but moved his gaze to look at his lover.

When her eyes met, Ricke smiled brightly and pulled Roman’s hand.

It was placed on her soft lower abdomen.

“Is today the perfect day to get pregnant?”