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    Deltain’s work continued.

    As was always the case when I got caught up in work, my sleep time was extremely shortened and my mind was empty of anything but design flaws.

    This was also the case when he went to the duke’s residence to receive treatment for Agnes.

    Deltan, who had dark circles comparable to those of Agnes, continued to massage her body with a blank expression.

    It wasn’t meant sexually.

    As if trying to examine the anatomical structure, Deltan’s hand moved strictly along the muscles and blood vessels.

    “Deltain.”

    “… .”

    “Deltain?”

    Agnes called the Deltans several times, but there was no answer. It was that level of concentration.

    His golden eyes were burning in a way that Agnes really liked, but Agnes was dissatisfied with it. She wanted those gazes to fall on her eyes.

    “Deltain.”

    “… .”

    “Baby.”

    I flinch.

    Deltan’s body trembled. When he raised his head, Agnes smiled brightly and blurted out the next word.

    “Honey, cutie, owner… .”

    “Shut your mouth.”

    “Now you’re finally seeing it?”

    “What is it again?”

    The Deltan’s temperament was no different from before.

    Agnes giggled and placed her hand on the Deltan’s cheek.

    “I cheered you on because you looked tired.”

    “It looks like you need to relearn the meaning of the word cheer. At least the cheering I know doesn’t make the other person angry.”

    “Are you angry?”

    “uh.”

    “Do you want to touch my breasts?”

    The Deltan’s frown became even more frowning.

    Agnes shrugged her shoulders and said.

    “They say men let go of their anger if you let them touch their breasts.”

    “The source of that information is… No, I understand.”

    Deltan clicked his tongue.

    “That’s bullshit. At least as far as I know.”

    “What do you know? Until recently, I was a virgin.”

    “Suddenly it occurred to me that maybe it would be good for the world for you to just stay stuck in bed.”

    “It’s difficult. My place is next to you. You need a body that can follow you wherever you go.”

    “Then stay still.”

    “Yes.”

    Agnes closed her mouth as if she was satisfied and gave her body to Deltan’s movements.

    I still didn’t know what he was making. But even so, there was something like a strange faith in Agnes.

    A Deltan with a face like this always delivers results that exceed expectations, so it is hard to believe that he will fail.

    lovely.

    Agnes had this to say about the Deltans. The way he burns his life for perfectionism, the way his life doesn’t give up even in the slightest, and the way he always listens to requests while making an annoyed expression.

    ‘… ah.’

    Agnes trembled and belatedly erased her thoughts.

    This was a bad idea.

    In the meantime, Deltan said.

    “Don’t move. Because I lose concentration.”

    “Sorry, I just pressed on your erogenous zone.”

    “Do you have erogenous zones in your palms?”

    “When you touch it, your whole body is an erogenous zone.”

    Deltan made a blank face. If I had to say it, it was like that. He was now staring at Agnes with a face that seemed to be looking at something strange that he could not understand.

    Agnes burst out laughing and said.

    “It’s wet. Want to check?”

    “… Get out.”

    Deltan’s face turned red.

    “Lustful bitch.”

    “I like it when you sell it like that.”

    “If you’re going to tempt, do it in a novel way. Are you tired of physical temptation? And I have no interest in shallow women who only know how to seduce with their bodies.”

    “Besides, the response is the best when you say things like this. The ones who pretended to be something they weren’t were the most sneaky, but it was true.”

    “I decided. First, we will imprison the 7th princess and sew your mouth shut.”

    “You’ll regret it. If you don’t have a mouth, I can’t suck you.”

    Tendons sprouted on the Deltan’s forehead so clearly that they could be seen with the naked eye.

    “I really want to grind just one person.”

    “You’re so obsessed with people.”

    “ done. What should I say to you?”

    Deltan, who was taking a deep breath as if trying to suppress his anger, stood up.

    “Are you going?”

    “I have surgery tomorrow. I’m starving tonight.”

    “Surgery?”

    “Uh, because it’s a device that is implanted into your body.”

    “Where?”

    “Heart side.”

    “Isn’t it dangerous?”

    “Never.”

    “Then I understand.”

    Agnes, who was about to finish her sentence, stopped.

    He made a ‘hmm’ sound as if he was thinking for a moment, and then added those words.

    “You must be the first man to see inside my heart.”

    “Regardless of that, I’m probably the first person to open someone’s heart in the empire. Because there is no surgery in this damn town.”

    The Deltan’s face showed obvious irritation.

    “… It’s a really dirty, uncivilized neighborhood.”

    It was something Agnes couldn’t understand. And the Deltans didn’t even want to understand.

    He just left the room in a grumpy manner.

    *

    The interface was still showing the same screen.

    Deltain stood in the middle of the lab and looked at the magical engineering product that had some form of structure after putting it away.

    ‘I made a rough shape… .’

    The items created were of a foreign type that had never existed before in this empire.

    It was natural.

    This was one of the tools that the Deltans used while on Earth.

    The object is shaped like a pump and a round disk in the middle of a long pipe. The size is exactly the size of a human heart.

    It was exactly the size of Agnes’ heart.

    ‘Ventricular assist device.’

    A collection of technologies at the pinnacle of modern medicine on Earth.

    If the person who fell here had not been a Deltan, there was a miracle there that would not have even dared to be thought of.

    Of course, it was not an ordinary ventricular assist device.

    Although the model of the device is said to have been taken from Earth, its operating principle relies entirely on ‘magic’. The miracle in the realm of mystery was simplifying all the cumbersome parts that had to be agreed upon when using machines.

    ‘There is no part of the device that is exposed above the skin. This will be strictly confined to the heart.’

    Every part of the machine within my grasp was filled with engravings made with magic candle powder.

    Now, just one more engraving is needed to complete the device.

    Deltan was thinking about the last engraving to make.

    ‘I would like to create an artificial heart… .’

    If that happens, I don’t know what reaction Exrias will cause. Since it is a curse attached to Agnes’ heart as a concept rather than a form in the first place, we must keep in mind the possibility that the curse that has lost its roots will be transferred to another place.

    That was not possible. The Deltans were not adventurous enough to throw away all the strategies they had studied so far.

    ‘Even if I wasn’t a demon, I originally had a weak heart. Symptoms are similar to heart failure. ‘This is enough to help with movement.’

    Of course, it is impossible to do this at the general public level. If I tried to run, I would run out of breath, but it was okay if I reminded myself of that in advance.

    ‘… Still, it would be a good idea to create a safety device.’

    Just-.

    Deltan snapped his fingers and mana began to take shape.

    It was in the form of a very thin and pointed needle.

    Deltan moved it and carved an engraving in the center of the still empty device.

    ‘The last imprint is time magic.’

    Just once, the moment the heart exceeds its limit, all imprints are consumed to return the heart to the state it was in before it stopped.

    After thinking about it all day today, Deltan engraved such magic into the device.

    Deltan’s concentration was endless.

    The only sound that could be heard in the lab was the crackling sound of the outside of the device grinding.

    The night deepened, but the Deltans’ rest did not come.

    A banquet in four days.

    After finishing the surgery tomorrow and getting enough rest, I will head there with Agnes.

    As always, Deltan was drawing a perfect blueprint.

    Just like that, morning came.

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    *

    The Duke’s house was busy that morning.

    Buried in that busyness were clear forms of tension, anxiety, and a glimmer of hope.

    There was one reason.

    This is the day when Deltan Hebron attempts a treatment that has never been seen before.

    Even Duke Levadein, who was always busy with state affairs and headed to the imperial castle at this time, was guarding the mansion today.

    “Agnes, are you okay? If you are afraid even now, tell me. I will speak well to my Count… .”

    “It’s okay.”

    Agnes’ bedroom.

    Agnes, who had been preparing for surgery by skipping meals since last night, spoke to Duke Levadeine, who was more scared than me.

    “Deltan people make mistakes, but they never fail.”

    “What is that… .”

    “And this is because mistakes lead to failure. Delta people will definitely succeed.”

    It was a confidence that did not waver in the slightest.

    Duke Levadeine felt even more uneasy at that assurance.

    It’s not that I don’t trust Deltans.

    Looking at his accomplishments and what he has shown so far, he was sure to be successful.

    What comes to mind now is the anxiety of being a father that I can’t help but feel.

    After all, isn’t a surgery that involves cutting open a person’s chest and inserting equipment into it a very bizarre treatment method?

    Duke Levadein’s fingertips were trembling.

    He immediately lowered his head and muttered.

    “I’m sorry.”

    “What.”

    “Given birth so weakly… that is… .”

    While the duke was stuttering, a maid knocked on the door of the room.

    -The Count of Hebron has arrived.

    “Let’s go now. Father.”

    As Agnes smiled, Duke Levadeine nodded.

    He got up and walked down the hallway. And then I faced Deltan.

    Deltan was holding a box the size of a human body, the purpose of which was unclear.

    That was the behavior of Delta people.

    He looked exhausted, like someone who was about to die.

    “… Are you here?”

    “Ah, yes.”

    It wasn’t until the Duke spoke that the Deltan realized he was approaching.

    The duke felt uneasy about that.

    This was due to the belief that the Delta person who would perform the surgery was not in good condition.

    “You look very tired. If you don’t need surgery right away, you can rest for a while… .”

    “No.”

    Deltan shook his head.

    “You have to do it now. Right now, this situation is the best.”

    And then I started walking.

    Deltan said as he passed the Duke.

    “Please prepare shoes. Something flashy and heels.”

    His voice contained only arrogant confidence.

    *

    “I’m here.”

    Agnes smiled as she greeted the Deltan.

    Deltan responded roughly by nodding his head.

    “Are you ready?”

    “You just need to be ready. Oh, my dad was very anxious. I guess you thought you might fail.”

    “I understand. It’s not my first reaction.”

    “Huh?”

    “There is such a thing.”

    Have I been accumulating fatigue for too long?

    Deltan felt alarmed at the sight of himself saying things he didn’t need to say.

    ‘You’d better talk less.’

    This is the optimal concentration for surgery. I didn’t want to break this situation just because I made a mistake.

    With that in mind, when Deltan kept his mouth shut, Agnes asked.

    “You know. If I fail this time, will I become your first failure?”

    The question was full of playfulness.

    It was also full of provocations.

    It was a conversation that always happened.

    However, the Delta people’s reaction was different this time.

    Dazed mind. That was the problem.

    He added a story that didn’t require him to be distracted by the surgery, as he had done in the distant past.

    “… There was a bastard who said the same thing as you.”

    “Huh?”

    “There was a bastard who behaved so arrogantly and always started a fight, saying that he would fall over. I understand. You must have been jealous. Even though we started together, I was the only one who got that far ahead. Because I was an unreasonably record-setting person.”

    Deltan continued as he unpacked the box.

    “… Anyway, that’s what I want to say. That bastard finally got what he said.”

    In his mind, the process of this surgery, which had already been repeated several times, was magically being reconstructed.

    “17 times, this is the number of times I tried this and succeeded.”

    Only at the end did the Deltan’s head turn towards Agnes.

    “Success rate is 100%.”

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