episode_0005

The Delta people’s behavior was disastrous.

Although he had cleaned his body with cleansing magic, he had not slept for three days and his fatigue was so intense that it could not be described.

The area around the eyes was puffy.

Her cheeks were sunken because she hadn’t eaten anything, and her once vibrant red hair looked somewhat dull.

Still, the two women did not get the feeling that he looked tired.

It was none other than the eyes.

It was because of his golden eyes that shined brighter than anything I had ever seen before.

“Hey.”

Deltan called Anya again.

“You go out.”

He pointed at Anya with his index finger and then pointed out the door again.

Anya felt embarrassed by that series of actions.

He was dazed when Deltan, who had never treated him like this before, came out in such an overbearing manner.

The change in emotions was slow but certain.

Disappointment at Deltan’s attitude came to mind first, followed by the thought that he might be indifferent to her.

However, the next thought that came to mind was different.

Even though he had burning eyes, all other visual elements complained of his fatigue, so Anya was able to use them as material for the rationalization that ‘the Count is doing it because he is tired.’

Anyway, the girl’s dreamy love was still hoping for a romance with a prince on a white horse.

The Deltan must have been so tired that he passed out.

Anya made that decision and left the room with a creaky smile and awkward steps.

Only her reddened and heated cheeks might be facing reality a little more.

Rattling.

The door was closed.

Agnes had been looking at Deltan with an expressionless expression until then.

She was still lying on the bed, not even welcoming him.

Deltan paid no heed to that and sat down on the chair next to the bed.

“Hey, take it off.”

Agnes’ fingertips trembled.

Only then did the cherry-colored pupils begin to look towards Deltan, filled with what could be called emotions.

After another moment of silence, Agnes smiled.

“Are you really trying to touch my body?”

“uh.”

Agnes’ expression hardened.

“… Did I hear wrong?”

“No, you heard correctly. I’m going to touch your body. The area of the ribs below the left breast. You have to reach there with your hand.”

It was exactly where the heart was.

It was clearly a misleading way of speaking, but Deltan did not recognize it.

He was now in a situation where he had pushed his body to its limits with the sole intention of proving himself.

He was truly impatient.

“Can I take it off?”

“… .”

Agnes quietly looked at Deltan.

To be precise, I stared into his golden eyes.

Then he kissed his lips.

“Yes. You take it off.”

Agnes raised her upper body.

As always, an unexpected smile appeared on the face that was shadowed by death.

“Now, undo the buttons here from the top. Should I take off my underwear too?”

“There is no need for that.”

Just-.

Deltan snapped his fingers and the mana moved.

Patter.

The button on Agnes’ nightgown came undone at once.

Agnes grumbled as if she was losing steam.

“No mood.”

“Fuck, why do you need that now?”

Deltan smiled crookedly and met Agnes’ eyes.

“Look forward to it. Because I will show you the real ‘magic’.”

“Ah, fifty-second failure? Is that why you came?”

“Not a failure, but a mistake. No, today is definitely a success.”

There was such a firm conviction in his voice that there was no room to dig in.

Agnes raised her eyebrows at that confirmation.

It was a reaction that she couldn’t control.

“Wow… .”

The eyes were also curved into a crescent shape.

“… I’m really looking forward to this.”

Agnes was willing to go along with his cruelty.

The unbuttoned pajamas slowly came off, revealing round shoulders, forearms like dry branches, and a waist with a glimpse of ribs.

In the center of the underwear that covered her breasts, there was a valley of oppressed flesh.

“You are the first man to see my bare skin.”

“What should I do?”

“You will have to take responsibility.”

Agnes’ smile grew brighter.

*

Deltan admitted.

That he had made a pretty big ‘mistake’.

‘The approach was wrong from the beginning.’

The name of the curse is Mahwa.

In other words, they are flowers and plants.

The reason why he had not been able to do it until now was because he only used strict methods to kill plants in situations where he had to kill them.

Deltan, who finally realized this from Deacon Gerhart’s words, ‘Plants are sensitive to the environment,’ could not help but laugh like a crazy person.

‘Good, I guess he’s dead.’

Mahwah would have been very good.

I was able to continuously use that enormous chunk of mana as nourishment for a magic spell that didn’t work on me.

All of the digging done so far was to promote the growth of horse flowers.

Deltan felt his stomach twist.

It occurred to me that this was exactly what it felt like to have been punched in the back of the head.

‘No way.’

It was bloody mana and bloody time.

So Deltan came up with a way to compensate for it.

‘It kills plants.’

I started to approach it from that perspective.

70 hours of research was just for that purpose.

The goal is to understand the curse called ‘Mahwa’, which has been explored tirelessly, from the root, and devise a technique to kill it.

The interface was useful.

This mystery, the exact principle of which has not yet been revealed, helped the Deltans to perfect the technique.

He made endless revisions.

Thus, the technique was perfected.

I created a recipe that was so close to perfection.

That was 40 hours after the study began.

What did you do for the remaining 30 hours?

The answer to that was something that would make those who heard it laugh out loud.

Constant repetition of modifications to erase only 0.1%.

Deltan, who becomes a perfectionist more than anyone else when faced with the concept of ‘success,’ ended up committing such an eccentric act.

Now all that remains is compensation.

As always, the bedroom is filled with a quiet atmosphere.

Deltan stretched out both hands and placed them just below Agnes’ left breast, on her ribs.

Then, I slightly raised my hand to get the correct position.

“ugh… !”

Agnes’ body stiffened.

Deltan didn’t care about that reaction.

No, I didn’t have time to really care.

His attention was focused solely on this one magic.

Blue mana spewed out like ‘woe evil’.

At the same time, another world that only Deltans could see unfolded.

A landscape made of mana.

In it, Deltan gazed at the mana in the form of seeds and roots surrounding her heart.

Demonic Extrias.

The curse that had tormented the Deltan so much for these three months was there.

‘I’m taking it slow.’

Deltan floated mana above Agnes’ heart.

The mana that emerged in the form of a dot condensed and formed a line.

The line spread out at various angles, forming a cube.

The empty sides of the cube were filled with other points, forming the shape of a regular octahedron.

Magic that manifests 3D ‘cognition’.

The great miracle that this land calls the Third World has begun to appear.

The cube of the octahedron rotated.

The rotation accelerated and began to emit heat.

There is one reason why this phenomenon occurs.

This is because Drout, as the word drought means, is a magic that dries up the mana of space.

Now, Demonic Extrias would lose the mana it used as nourishment.

‘You can live without mana.’

As all the mana in her heart is dried up, Agnes will feel a sense of helplessness.

It didn’t matter though.

It would be better to live with a sense of helplessness than to die from having your life stolen by demons.

‘You can’t kill Mahwa completely.’

It is one of the main quests of the DLC.

It is clear that it will not be easy enough to end with just one level 3 magic.

However, it would have been possible to buy some time.

As the heat intensifies, the magic fire loses its power.

Agnes’ body became increasingly stiff.

Only the suppressed moans that came out intermittently were the only signs of her survival.

The more he did this, the deeper Deltan’s smile became.

All the news I heard was a positive sign.

Soon, the Deltans heard a fanfare.

This time too, he was the winner.

As soon as the alarm sounded, all mana disappeared.

Deltan felt a thrill of pleasure running down his spine.

Only then did he release his hand and raise his head.

Agnes was there, sweating profusely and looking surprised.

His face was very tired.

However, she probably didn’t feel any fatigue.

‘It’s your body, so you know it best.’

Since you will feel that your lifespan has increased, fatigue cannot be important.

This was it.

Deltans wanted this.

The look on her face when she, who had always looked down on me with an impure attitude, finally acknowledges herself.

This is a situation where you prove yourself by pounding your fist in the face of someone who remembers failure.

The thrill of finally becoming the winner once again.

All of this was clearly a drug more powerful than anything else in the world for Deltans.

Deltan’s smile grew indescribably deep.

A flame burning with firewood filled with joy was engraved in his gold.

“I told you.”

Now all that remained was sentencing.

All I could do was trample on those who ignored me and raise my chin arrogantly.

“I make mistakes, but I don’t fail.”

It’s not a complete victory.

The demon flower was still in her heart, and all she did today was to slow its growth.

Even so, what about it?

This is just one step.

Deltan had no doubt that he would go further than this.

In the end, Mahwa will also happen.

He will eventually overcome this ordeal and become a winner.

“I don’t know anything like failure.”

Deltan chuckled, savoring his well-deserved reward.

It was that moment.

chin.

Agnes placed her hand on Deltan’s cheek.

And then I brushed under his eyes with my thumb.

Deltan’s body slightly stiffened.

Only then did something catch his eye.

A white and skinny body revealed after taking off the top.

And white skin glistening with cold sweat.

… No, it’s the eyes that take your breath away even more than those things.

Agnes’ gaze was focused directly on Deltan’s eyes.

The emotions contained therein were of a type that Deltans could not understand.

Cherry blossom-colored eyes with deep dark circles in the middle of the eyes.

That was the only thing that was very clear.

The contrast of colors, like pink dots on a pitch black canvas, was such a dreamy and quiet light that it left Deltan speechless.

A sudden silence.

In the midst of this, the corners of Agnes’ mouth began to draw a long line.

“Pretty.”

She muttered those words.