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It was the next day when Agnes opened her eyes.

For some reason, even though I feel drowsy, my body feels light and my mind is clear. Also, I feel like the frustration I always felt has gone away a bit.

Agnes realized that.

‘It was successful.’

Deltain has achieved success once again.

Agnes chuckled. It was a pity that I couldn’t see the expression on his face after the surgery, but even so, there was a feeling of joy that came to mind.

It was right after that I felt like I was popular. Agnes turned her head at the excitement she felt.

“Deltain?”

There, Deltan was sleeping with his arms crossed on a narrow mat that could hardly be called a bed.

When I found out why he was here, the answer came quickly. This is because a character written in mana appeared on my arm.

‘You were providing medical treatment.’

Does this really mean that there will be no aftereffects? It was truly his responsibility.

Agnes looked at Deltan’s face again. Then he burst into laughter.

There was no other reason. That’s why Deltan was furrowing his brows even while he was sleeping, wondering what he didn’t like so much.

Agnes twitched her fingertips and then slowly stood up. Then he stretched out his arm and poked the Deltan between the eyes with his index finger.

The gap between the eyebrows became narrower.

“Push… .”

Agnes was laughing even louder.

“… Don’t call me. You guys take care of it.”

A hazy voice rang out.

It was sleep talking.

Agnes lay on her stomach on the bed, resting her chin on her chin and watching Deltan talk in his sleep.

The words were mostly muttered words, but there were some words that were clearly heard.

“Residence… Like that… Hit me… .”

Agnes tried to piece together the words she heard intermittently.

That’s roughly what it said.

I was telling a person named ‘Residan’ to hit me if he’s going to do something like that.

Agnes was curious.

‘who?’

Who is Residence? What is your gender, what is your age, and what was your relationship with him like?

In addition to that, before going into surgery, when and where was the ’17’ surgical operation he mentioned performed?

‘There are a lot of secrets. you.’

The Deltans had too many secrets. Aside from the fact that he is from a fallen noble family with no title and that he came out of the world just as the devil was about to appear, even the emperor of the palace does not know any information about him.

Agnes looked at the Deltan with a sudden surge of curiosity and muttered softly.

“How did you grow up?”

How did you spend your childhood, who did you spend it with, what was your family like, what was the village you lived in with your friends like, and when was the moment you decided to learn magic?

Actually, it was an unnecessary question. Nevertheless, Agnes could not shake off her curiosity.

She had to admit that she felt uneasy about the Deltan she didn’t know.

‘… ‘I don’t like variables.’

Of course, it was such self-justification that did it.

Moment.

“… !”

Deltan suddenly opened his eyes. Agnes and Deltan’s eyes met.

Agnes smiled sweetly as Deltan’s eyes gradually became clearer, erasing the dazed look.

“Did you sleep well?”

“… What.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

Agnes relaxed her chin and stuck her head out. Then, he said ‘side’ and kissed Delta’s forehead.

When Deltan, who had not yet shaken off his sleep properly, looked blank, Agnes spoke.

“Good morning kiss. how is it? Are you really excited?”

Deltan’s eyes were dark. It took about 3 seconds for him to understand the situation.

Immediately afterwards, Deltan, whose face was as red as a heated pan, trembled and growled.

“… As soon as I open my eyes, it’s shit.”

Agnes burst out laughing.

*

After Agnes opened her eyes, the duchess was busy.

Deltan sat on Agnes’ body all day long, eating only one sandwich, and the Duke of Levadeine looked at Deltan with a anxious face and cried at his daughter’s smile.

The servants of the mansion were in the process of turning the entire mansion upside down for Agnes’ walking practice scheduled for tomorrow.

“It feels strange to learn to walk at the age of 20. Actually, it’s not like I don’t know how to walk.”

“Even if you know it in your head, you won’t know it in your body. It’s been a few years since you walked properly, so your muscles must have dried out.”

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t be able to practice walking in just one day.”

“I will use magic and divine treatment together. It is now possible to walk a little in the banquet hall.”

As Deltan said this, he erased the magical characters that had been engraved on Agnes’ arm one by one.

Duke Levadein still had a nervous look on his face. Deltan chuckled at that and said.

“There are no aftereffects. I think we can proceed like this.”

“Ah… !”

“Has the priest been wanted?”

“Yes, thankfully, the Cardinal said he would come in person.”

“Oh, you must have donated quite a lot.”

Lastrianism, the state religion of the empire, was a religion that dispatched priests differentially according to donations, although it did not fit the name of a religion.

There were many reasons, but they were not important at the moment, and the gist of what he was saying was that a cardinal was someone who would donate so much money that it would make even Deltans feel sick to their stomachs.

Duke Levadein laughed hollowly.

“It’s for my daughter’s health.”

“Thank you. Father.”

As Agnes laughed pitifully, an expression of disgust appeared on Deltan’s face.

‘Why does this woman pretend to be mean to her father, but only to me?’

I couldn’t help but think of those thoughts.

Agnes blinked at the Deltan’s gaze as if wondering what was going on. It was neat.

Deltan let out a laugh and spoke to the Duke.

“… Anyway, I thought the cardinal was coming. Please prepare all meals tomorrow in Mana style. Concentration is over 50%.”

“You mean mana type? But that… .”

“It’s okay. Oh, not only tomorrow, but from now on, make all of the princess’s meals Mana-style.”

Deltan pointed his index finger at Agnes’ heart. It was referring to ‘Heart Supporter’.

“It’s because putting it in there consumes a lot of fuel.”

“As for health… .”

“It’s okay. Because it will eat up all the mana you consume.”

A blush appeared on Duke Levadein’s face.

It had to be that way. This is why Manasik was like poison to Agnes, whose magic sensitivity was at the worst level.

As such, the Duke had excluded Mana from her meals, and he felt sorry in his heart for not being able to feed Agnes something delicious.

“Good! Whenever I see refreshments at a banquet, I always think of my daughter… !”

“Father too.”

Agnes covered her mouth and laughed.

When Deltan saw that, another thought suddenly occurred to him.

‘Should we just provide treatment only where the duke is present from now on?’

It didn’t seem like a bad idea.

*

The next day, there was a sedan coming into the Duke’s residence.

It wasn’t just a sedan. A top-of-the-line sedan that shines white even when standing still, and the golden lines that run up the body in a streamlined shape make its light shine even more brilliantly.

This was one of only seven sedans on this continent that Deltan personally produced and dedicated to the Lastrian Church.

Inside, a middle-aged man so fat that his poodle body was shaking was wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“So, the Count of Hebron is here?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, what kind of weird thing have I done again… .”

The middle-aged man grumbled, letting out a worried sigh that did not match his toad-like appearance.

There weren’t many people who could say this to the original Deltans, but it was different.

He is Saint Cargo, one of the six cardinals of Lastria.

He was a war hero who was dragged around by Deltan as a heel pack during the war three years ago.

“Arrived.”

Cargo’s face darkened at those words. I want to run away right away, but the order from Seonghwang has already been sent.

Kargo sighed heavily and got out of the sedan.

“You little pig, you’ve gained weight again.”

As soon as he got off, there were voices criticizing him.

Cargo trembled at that.

“Hey, Count Hebron! It’s been a while!”

Cargo’s smile was like that. It was a bright smile, like a puppy meeting its owner.

You could say it’s servile, but what can you say? Cargo was that much afraid of the Deltans.

Anyway, when I thought about the Deltan who tied me on a leash and jumped into the middle of the demons during the height of the war with the demons, it was strange that I wasn’t scared.

Cargo still dreamed of the moment he was dragged among the demons.

Deltan stood crookedly with his hands in his pockets and spoke. The tone was nervous.

“It’s been a while. Did I tell you to watch your weight or not? And then you suddenly get an adult disease?”

“It’s an adult disease… Even though I have been like this, I have received God’s grace in one body… .”

“It’s not the Lord, but a favor from the local area.”

As Cargo flinched, his belly fluttered loudly.

Deltan tsk and clicked his tongue.

There was one reason why Deltans, who were not very interested in others, cared so much about him.

‘I don’t have anything to use as a heel pack other than this guy.’

This is because he was a mercenary classified as S-class in-game.

Because he already belonged to a religious order, he could not be taken in as a hunting dog, but Saint Cargo was a healer with the most outstanding performance as far as the Deltans knew, so he was someone who had to stay alive until he left this world.

“Hey, I’ll give it to you for a month, so lose weight.”

“What is that… .”

“I have something to take you out with soon. I think it’s probably going to the north or east.”

Despair appeared on Cargo’s face.

He hurriedly ran to the Deltan and spoke in a sorrowful voice.

“Pa, dispatch! Hey Count! I’m a cardinal now too! Hey, I have a busy schedule!”

“Let’s think about who created that cardinal position. And answer again.”

“… .”

Cargo was at a loss for words.

In fact, this position of cardinal was achieved through the specialization he earned while being dragged by the Deltans during the war against the devil.

Deltan looked at Cargo kneeling down, then tapped his stomach with his foot and said.

“Once you know that, follow me. Because today is something different.”

Cargo became resentful of the Deltans.

Forcing his heavy body to stick to the floor might have been the greatest resistance he could muster.

Of course, even that resistance did not last long.

Deltan raised his eyebrows and said to Cargo.

“I called Kaltara and he will be here in a little while. Do you want to say hello and leave?”

“Hiik!”

Kargo suddenly stood up.

His face was like that of a frightened lamb.

Masochist Kaltara. She was one of Cargo’s nightmares.

She is also at the level of a Delta person who carries cargo like a heel pack… No, it’s because they’re bigger monsters than Deltans.

It wasn’t just a simple heel pack. She was a woman who performed eccentric acts on a daily basis, such as deliberately giving up her head to the enemy to be healed, or pulling out her own heart and throwing it to the devil to make a new heart regenerate.

That alone was nauseating, but there was something even worse.

-Uh-huh! You are truly outstanding!

It’s night.

When Kartara’s sexual desire arose, Cargo had to be treated as a sex toilet until she was satisfied.

If I lost strength, I had to stand up again, even if it meant walking on my heels. Otherwise, Kaltara would use ‘fingers’.

Cargo spoke to Deltan with sparkling eyes.

“Well, whatever it is, please go quickly! ASAP! I’ll do everything for you, including my weight loss and treatment!”

Deltan thought as he looked at Cargo who was scared.

‘Performance is solid.’

In fact, Kaltara does not come.