Ch.201Side Story: The Sleeping Princess and the Right Hand

# Eternal Guild.

A guild that has gained the most overwhelming power in a world where new concepts like monsters, gates, and mana have emerged.

There are a total of 7 individuals who can be called guild masters, and all but one of them are skilled enough to easily subjugate even S-class gates. The remaining one also possesses skills that cannot be ignored.

Based on this overwhelming power, they have handled and processed the vast majority of S-class gate subjugation requests. It is widely believed that most countries would not have been able to avoid destruction during the initial gate crisis without the Eternal Guild.

However, the guild’s biased tendency to thoroughly exclude men and only recruit women, along with suspicions that some of the guild masters are not human, creates a duality…

I closed the booklet.

‘What nonsense.’

The introduction produced by the guild itself would probably be more accurate. The beginning had proper explanations, but toward the end, it devolved into personal opinions and passionate ranting.

I wanted to find out what this Eternal Guild that was created during my absence was like, so I looked up various materials, but they were all like this. Either criticizing first or praising first.

But whether they were criticizing or praising, they all commonly mentioned one fact: without the people around me, Earth would have been destroyed long ago.

‘I was worried about returning home with my appearance unchanged, but perhaps I should be glad it stayed the same.’

After returning to my original world, my appearance remained unchanged. My hair color, voice, and body shape were all the same, and I could even still use magic, divine power, and even my holy sword.

If Earth had remained an ordinary world, I wouldn’t have been able to go out, let alone live a normal life. The moment I stepped outside, it was obvious that all eyes would be on me.

Especially the Chairwoman—even in the current situation where gates appear and the concept of hunters has emerged, people still find her suspicious.

“Master…?”

A drowsy voice came from behind. Nika was rubbing her eyes and getting up. Wrapped tightly in a blanket from chest to thigh, she looked as if she were naked.

Though a Succubus Queen’s outfit is practically the same as being naked anyway.

“Are you feeling better?”

Since Nika’s recovery was the most urgent matter, I asked for everyone’s understanding and brought her to my room. Having watched her slowly starve to death over seven years from up close, everyone understood and let us go.

As soon as our lips met, Nika craved my energy with a voracity that perfectly matched the word “ravenous,” and after clinging to me for several hours straight, she finally let go and fell asleep as if passing out.

“Yes. I’m completely recovered now. And…”

Nika lowered her head shyly with flushed cheeks and removed the blanket. Her chest, which had been hidden by the white blanket, was revealed. A ridiculously large bosom, each side comparable to her waist in size.

The straps buried deep in her flesh seemed to be screaming.

“…this has fully recovered too.”

I was about to say “that’s good,” but stopped myself because it might sound strange. It would seem like I was glad her chest had returned to its large size rather than being glad about her recovery.

“Good. You’ve been through a lot, Nika. I should have come back sooner.”

“It’s okay. I’m just happy you’ve returned. Now I can serve you again and receive your energy.”

Nika stuck out her tongue and smiled seductively. The mark of submission, which had been fading to near invisibility, was now shining brightly again in a hot pink color.

Her incredibly lewd body rose from the bed. Her pink hair flowed elegantly down her back.

As her right arm lifted to brush back her hair, revealing her slightly sweaty armpit, the curved line along her waist appeared. The side of her breast that protruded beside her ribs bounced with her movements.

Her sides, with just the right amount of flesh, disappeared under her maid uniform, and her thighs, which had been pressed together with sweat seeping between them, were now hidden by the thick maid skirt.

Seeing this, a succubus was truly a succubus. Even though her actions didn’t seem intentional, every movement dripped with sensuality.

“Mira, are you there? Can I come in?”

Just as Nika, now changed into her maid outfit, stood demurely by my side, there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open. Come in.”

The door opened immediately. Priscilla entered with a restless expression. No, wait—now that we’ve returned to the original world, should I call her Ha-yoon?

Even though I’ve lived as Priscilla Agnes for overwhelmingly longer than she’s lived as Ha-yoon, this is no longer the world of the novel.

“Mira! Oh, um… sorry, Yoo Seong-ah…”

It seemed she was having trouble with my original name too, as Priscilla flew toward me like a guided missile to hug me, then suddenly stopped herself and awkwardly looked at me.

“It’s fine. Call me whatever you want. It’s not like I’ll change because of what you call me.”

No matter what I’m called, I’m still me. When I opened my arms, Priscilla smiled brightly and buried her face in my embrace. I gently stroked her back with my left arm.

“What brings you here?”

“The preparations are complete. Everyone’s waiting.”

Preparations are complete, huh.

I looked at my empty right arm. There were two meanings to what she just said. One was the preparation to recover my right arm, and the other was the preparation to meet the one person who couldn’t come to our reunion the day before yesterday.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

I stood up. Priscilla clung to my left side, and Nika, with her vitality and bosom restored, followed a step behind.

We walked through the corridor, which took quite a while to traverse due to its size, and went down to the basement of the building. Priscilla stopped in front of the innermost door, which required the highest security clearance.

Magical locks that seemed almost paranoid in their complexity, along with physical locks, greeted us. Only after disabling the layers upon layers of locks could we finally step inside.

“Mira!”

The people who were already inside smiled brightly and approached me as soon as they saw me. While accommodating their increasingly clingy affection, which seemed to have intensified due to anxiety in that short time, I moved forward.

In the center of the basement lay the one person who couldn’t come to see me the day before yesterday.

Latina.

“…”

Latina was in a death-like sleep, embracing my right arm with its visible cut surface. Despite seven years having passed, the right arm hadn’t decayed at all, which added to the eeriness.

‘No. It would have been even more grotesque if she were embracing a decayed arm.’

That’s just how it appeared on the surface. I had already been told why Latina was sleeping while embracing my severed right arm.

When the dimensional gate shattered just as I put my arm through, everyone fell into panic and nearly lost their minds. It was Latina who, with a pale face, picked up my arm.

And she created a kind of connection channel through the divine power remaining in her body and my severed arm. If the arm were to decay, it would mean I was dead, but if not, then I was still alive somewhere, so they should have hope.

The fact that Nika had desperately endured while slowly starving to death for seven years, and that the four possessed individuals had gritted their teeth and endured loneliness, was all thanks to the hope Latina embraced.

“For us it makes sense, but why didn’t you heal yourself, Mira? Top-tier healing magic can regenerate even severed limbs. They said as long as you didn’t die, your arm wouldn’t decay even if you grew a new one.”

“I don’t know either. It just felt like I shouldn’t. Maybe it was because our souls were connected, as you said.”

Latina was still sleeping without the slightest movement. Something about using her soul as payment for the magic, meaning she could never wake up on her own.

“You know how to wake her up, right?”

“What is it?”

“You really don’t know? The way to wake a sleeping princess. It’s in many fairy tales. We’ve done it many times too.”

Rosaria gave me a meaningful look while caressing her lips. The others, who hadn’t experienced it yet, flinched at the gesture.

“…Really?”

“Would I lie about something like this? Latina herself said so. If you ever came back alive and needed to wake her, she wanted you to do it that way.”

If Latina herself requested it rather than them just teasing me, I had no choice. I knelt on one knee beside her and gently lifted her chin. A faint breath escaped between her slightly parted lips.

I pressed my lips against hers. I felt something that had been enveloping Latina’s body dissipate, and her lips, which had been cold and hard like a plaster statue, returned to a soft, supple texture.

“…”

Gray eyes that had appeared at some point were staring at me intently.

“You’ve returned.”

“Yes. I’m back.”

“I’ve lost my sense of time from sleeping so long. How long did it take you to wake me up?”

“They say it’s been seven years.”

“You really took your time. Thanks to you, I’ve become a sleepyhead who slept for seven years. I almost ended up with unnecessary fat all over me.”

“…I’m sor—mmph.”

As I tried to apologize, a delicate finger blocked my lips. Latina, who had poked my mouth with her index finger, continued speaking calmly.

“I didn’t wait seven years just to hear an apology when I woke up. That would make me look like a bad woman. Your return alone is enough.”

Then she kissed me with an audible smack before meeting my gaze again.

“Welcome home, Mira.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. Here’s your right arm, Mira. I didn’t use it for anything other than embracing it, so you can rest assured. At least, that’s true for me while I was asleep.”

“…Other uses?”

I looked down incredulously at the right arm Latina was holding out. I mean, what other uses could there be for a severed arm?

“My joke wasn’t understood. How sad.”

“…I noticed this before, but your personality has really changed. You weren’t like this when you were a saint.”

“In such a dark fantasy world, playing the role of a saint, I couldn’t make jokes like this. This is my original personality. So, do you dislike it?”

“No. How could I?”

In fact, I prefer her this way.

I accepted the right arm that was held out like a prosthetic. When I placed the cut surfaces together and used healing magic, new flesh sprouted and connected them. I tried moving my fingers. They moved perfectly fine.

“Does it move properly?”

“It seems so.”

“Words alone aren’t convincing. You need to show me with actions.”

Latina tilted her head slightly toward me with expectant eyes. I gently stroked her head. Her ash-gray hair flowed like silk between my fingers.

“Hmm, I’m not sure from this alone. I think we need to experiment with other people too.”

It was a shameless statement considering how much she was enjoying it, but I had no reason or grounds to refuse. I spent quite a while afterward stroking hair of various colors.

There was a mishap when I accidentally touched the Chairwoman’s horns, causing her to let out a sensual moan, but she seemed to enjoy it rather than complain.

“Come to think of it, I still haven’t heard the explanation. What happened after the dimensional gate closed? Both how you came back alive when we thought you were dead, and why it took you seven years to return. Don’t tell me everyone except me has already heard this?”

Latina, who had been intermittently touching me while nestled among the other seven, suddenly spoke up.

“No. They were too busy being hugged by me.”

Thanks to that, my search for my family’s safety was also slightly delayed.

“This is perfect timing. Since everyone is gathered here now, you can explain it to all of us.”

“I don’t mind, but… what about your requests?”

“Requests? What requests are you talking about?”

Latina tilted her head in confusion.

It seemed I needed to start with that explanation first.