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[Eternal Guild.]

In a world where monsters, gates, and mana have emerged as new concepts, this guild has become the most powerful force.

There are seven people who can be called the guild leaders, and all but one of them are S-class hunters who can easily take down S-class gates. The remaining one also possesses an undeniable level of skill.

With this overwhelming power, they have taken on the majority of S-class gate extermination requests and have been instrumental in preventing the destruction of most nations during the gate crisis.

However, the guild has a dual nature, with a biased tendency to exclusively recruit women and suspicions that some of the guild leaders may not be human……]

He closed the booklet.

‘What a ridiculous piece of writing.’

The self-produced introduction by the guild itself was more accurate than this. In the early stages, they provided some explanations, but as the book progressed, the author’s personal opinions were mixed in, resulting in a passionate rant.

He had searched for information to find out about the Eternal guild that had been created in his absence, but everything he found was of this nature. Some cursed and some praised, but all of them commonly mentioned that without the people around him, Earth would have been destroyed long ago.

‘I was worried that my appearance would change when I returned home, but it’s a relief that it’s still the same.’

After returning to the original world, his appearance remained unchanged. His hair color, voice, and physique were the same, and he could still use magic, divinity, and the holy sword.

If Earth had remained a normal world, he would have had difficulty even going outside, let alone living a normal life. He would have stood out wherever he went.

Especially now that gates and hunters have emerged, Chairman Erestika would have been considered suspicious even in this situation.

“Master……?”

A drowsy voice came from behind him. Nika was rubbing her eyes and getting up from the bed. She was wrapped in a blanket from her chest to her thighs, giving the impression that she was naked.

However, the outfit of a Succubus Queen was barely covering her body.

“How’s your body feeling?”

The top priority was Nika’s recovery, so he had asked for her to be brought to his room separately. Everyone understood and agreed, having witnessed her slowly starving to death over the past seven years.

Nika had greedily devoured his energy as soon as their lips touched, and after a few hours of clinging to him, she fell asleep as if she had passed out.

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

Nika blushed and lowered her head shyly as she removed the blanket. Her white blanket had concealed her breasts. One of them was as big as her waist.

The straps that were buried in her breast flesh screamed for mercy.

“……And this has completely recovered as well.”

He refrained from saying that it was fortunate, as it would have sounded strange. It wasn’t just a relief that her body had recovered, but also that her breasts had returned to their enormous size.

“I’m glad, Nika. I should have come back sooner.”

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back. Now I can serve you again and receive your energy.”

Nika smiled seductively, sticking out her tongue. The mark of obedience, which had faded to a faint pink, now shone brightly in a hot pink color.

The obscene body rose from the bed. Her pink hair flowed elegantly down her back and waist.

Her right arm, slightly damp with sweat, revealed her armpit as she pushed her hair aside. A slight curve appeared along her waistline. Her side breasts, protruding from her rib cage, swayed with her movements.

Her perfectly plump sides disappeared beneath her maid outfit, and her thighs, which had been pressed together and moist with sweat, were covered by the thick maid skirt.

This was truly a succubus. Even her unintentional movements exuded sexiness.

“Mira, are you there? Can I come in?”

Nika, now dressed as a maid, had just finished changing when there was a knock on the door.

“It’s open. Come in.”

The door immediately opened. Priscilla, or rather, Hayoon, entered the room hesitantly. After all, this was no longer the world of the novel, so she should be called by her original name.

“Mira! Ah, I mean…… I’m sorry, Sung-ah……”

Just as it was difficult for him to get used to his original name, it was the same for her. Priscilla flung herself at him, then jumped back in surprise, flustered, and hesitated, gauging his reaction.

“It’s okay. Call me whatever you want. It doesn’t change who I am.”

He opened his arms, and Priscilla smiled brightly as she buried her face in his chest. He gently stroked her back with his left arm.

“What brings you here?”

“The preparations are done. Everyone is waiting.”

The preparations were done.

He looked at his missing right arm. Her words had two meanings. One was the preparation to retrieve his right arm, and the other was the preparation to meet the only person who hadn’t been able to come to the meeting the other day.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

He stood up. Priscilla clung to his left side, and Nika, who had regained her vitality and breasts, followed a step behind.

They walked down the extremely wide corridor and headed downstairs to the basement of the building. Priscilla stopped in front of the most secure door in the innermost part of the basement.

Paranoid levels of magical and physical locks greeted them. After unlocking the layers of locks, they were finally able to enter.

“Mira!”

The people who had arrived earlier smiled brightly and approached him. In that short moment, their anxiety had risen, and he received their clingy affection as he walked.

In the center of the basement room lay Latina, the only one who hadn’t been able to come to the meeting the other day.

“……”

Latina was asleep, hugging his severed right arm, which showed the cut surface. The fact that the arm hadn’t rotted at all after seven long years made it even more bizarre.

‘No, it would have been more bizarre if she had hugged a rotting arm.’

It was only superficially so. He had already heard why Latina was sleeping while hugging his severed right arm.

As soon as he stuck his arm into the dimensional door, it shattered, and everyone panicked, almost losing their minds. At that moment, Latina, with a pale face, picked up his arm.

And through her body, which still had divinity, and his severed right arm, she created a sort of connection. If the arm rotted, he would be dead, but if it didn’t, he was still alive somewhere, so there was hope.

Nika had stubbornly endured, slowly starving to death for seven years, and the four possessed people had endured the loneliness and clung to the hope that Latina held.

“Why didn’t you recover yourself? With the highest-level healing magic, you could have created a new arm. Anyway, even if you made a new arm, it wouldn’t rot as long as you didn’t die.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like I should. Maybe it’s because our souls were connected.”

Latina was still asleep, motionless. She had said that she wouldn’t be able to wake up herself because of the magic that used her soul as a sacrifice.

“Do you know how to wake her up?”

“What?”

“Do you really not know? The way to wake a sleeping princess. It’s been in many fairy tales, and we’ve done it a lot, too.”

Rosalia looked at him meaningfully and stroked her lips. The others, who had no experience with this, flinched at her gesture.

“……Really?”

“Do you think I would lie about this? Latina herself told me. If you ever came back and needed to wake her up, she said to definitely do it this way.”

There was no choice but to obey since Latina herself had asked him to do so. He knelt on one knee and tilted his head, holding her chin gently. A delicate breath escaped from between her slightly parted lips.

He pressed his lips together. The feeling of something surrounding Latina’s body dissipated, and her lips, which had been as cold and hard as a statue, became soft and supple.

“……”

Gray eyes suddenly appeared and stared at him.

“Have you returned?”

“Yes. I’m back.”

“I’ve been asleep for so long that I’ve lost track of time. How long did it take for you to wake me up?”

“Seven years.”

“You really took your time. Thanks to you, I’ve become a sleepyhead who slept for seven years. I almost gained unnecessary fat.”

“……Mia–”

He was about to apologize, but his lips were blocked by her slender finger. Latina, who had raised her index finger, stopped him and continued in a monotone.

“I didn’t wait seven years just to hear an apology. That would make me look like a bad woman. Just the fact that you’ve returned is enough.”

She then kissed him, making a “chup” sound, and looked at him again.

“Welcome back, Mr. Mira.”

“Oh, I almost forgot. This is your right arm, Mr. Mira. I only hugged it, so rest assured that I didn’t use it for any other purpose. At least, that’s what I did while I was asleep.”

“……Other purpose?”

Latina looked down at the offered right arm in bewilderment. Why would she use a severed arm for any other purpose?

“It seems like a joke that didn’t land. How unfortunate.”

“……You’ve really changed a lot. You weren’t like this when you were a saint.”

“I couldn’t act like this when I was playing the role of a saint in a dark fantasy world. This is my original personality. So, do you dislike it?”

“No. It’s much better this way.”

He accepted the arm, which looked like a prosthetic. He used healing magic on the cut surfaces, and new flesh grew, connecting the arm to his body. He moved his fingers. They moved perfectly.

“Are you sure it’s working properly?”

“It seems to be.”

“I can’t trust your words alone. I need to see it in action.”

Latina tilted her head slightly towards him, her eyes full of anticipation. He stroked her hair gently. Ash-gray hair flowed like silk between his fingers.

“Hmm, I can’t really tell with this. I think I need to experiment with other people as well.”

It was a brazen statement, but he had no reason or excuse to refuse.. For a while, he stroked hair of various colors.

At one point, he accidentally touched the chairman’s horn, causing her to let out a lewd moan, but she seemed to like it even more, so no other words were spoken.

“I almost forgot to ask. What happened after the dimensional door closed? How did you survive, and why did it take you seven years to come back? Did everyone but me hear the explanation?”

Latina, who had been busy touching him, suddenly opened her mouth.

“No. They were busy hugging me.”

Thanks to that, he was a little late in finding out if his family was safe.

“It’s a good thing that everyone is here now. You can explain it to all of us.”

“What about your quest? What quest are you talking about?”

Latina furrowed her brows in confusion.

It seemed that he would have to explain first.