episode_0070

There was a slight commotion because of the green chili peppers,

but the pork belly party itself was a success.

“How about a drink to finish things off?”

“I’ll pass on the alcohol.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t guarantee what I might end up doing if I drink.”

Last time, when I drank with Ria, I nearly caused an accident.

Back then, I was naive enough to think just sleeping together would be fine, so nothing happened,

but if I drank with them now, I might get devoured.

That wouldn’t be good.

…Just as I thought that.

“Darling~”

“Let this girl pour you a drink.”

Sophia dangled a bottle of alcohol as she spoke.

Hmm…

Should I really take just one sip?

Even though the battle was over, Sophia, still maintaining her 100% mode, was incredibly alluring.

Her voluptuous chest.

Her battle suit clung tightly to her well-toned figure.

The sight of her approaching while pouring a drink in such a provocative manner was undeniably enticing.

But.

If I downed one drink, I’d likely go for a second, a third, and end up drunk.

I restrained myself.

“Nope.”

“I’ll drink later.”

“Cain~”

“Just one little drink~”

This time, it was Elris, clad in armor resembling a school uniform, stepping closer as she coaxed him with a bottle.

Elris was 20 years old.

But.

Given the one-year difference, isn’t she practically the same as a high school girl?

…Once that thought crossed my mind, she seemed irresistible too.

A legal high school girl, huh?

Her chest had grown quite a bit, giving off the vibe of a buxom high schooler,

and the smooth line of her legs, clad in black stockings peeking from under her skirt, was downright mesmerizing.

Hmm…

Should I just drink and let chaos ensue?

‘No.’

‘Think of your favorite character! Lee Junseong!’

…With that in mind, I declined at the last second.

“Master~”

“Let’s drink together~”

Ria, who had tasted alcohol last time and loved it, eagerly offered me a drink.

Damn…

Drinking with a blonde, buxom beauty like this…

Would be incredible.

Especially when it was a special concoction blessed by the God of Alcohol.

This had to taste amazing.

But.

I held firm until the end.

“Why not just close your eyes, drink, and knock all three of them up right away?”

Serena went straight for the jugular.

“Hey, now…”

“The Demon King isn’t even dead yet—how are we supposed to travel if they get pregnant?”

“Oh… Right…”

Pregnancy would restrict mobility.

After defeating the Demon King, they could settle down for a few years to devote themselves to childcare,

but this wasn’t the time for that.

So…

“As long as we don’t get them pregnant, it’s fine, right?”

“Yeah.”

“As long as we don’t get them pregnant… Huh?—”

“For that very purpose, I prepared a special magic tool! Its name is… Hmm… Let’s go with , yeah?”

“All… what?…”

Golden Sun waved the artifact while explaining.

“This applies my spatial magic in a new way.”

“When equipped by a woman, it transports all incoming sperm from the womb to a designated location.”

“A designated location?”

“There’s already a perfect deposit spot for semen waste.”

“Sending it to the Holy Grail of Sacrifice means we offer tribute and prevent pregnancy—double win! Pretty genius invention, right?”

“Uh… Huh?…”

Before I could react, the others chimed in first.

“Golden Sun, you’re a genius.”

“With this, we can safely… enjoy darling mid-journey too, right?”

“So this is a tool to feel good with Master?”

Then, shoving the bottle toward me, they pressed:

“Cain~ Just one sip~”

“Darling~ Down a drink and let’s get happy together~”

“Let’s feel good together!”

“……”

I refused immediately—drinking that seemed like a fast track to losing my purity.

“Aww…”

“We really wanted to do it with darling…”

“Master wouldn’t drink with us…”

“Too bad…”

Elris, Sophia, Ria, and Serena all pouted in disappointment.

“Hold back for now.”

“Once everything’s settled, I won’t hold back either.”

“You mean that?”

“I’ve been holding back this whole time too, dying to drag you all to bed and go at it rough.”

“So you do want us?”

“Of course I do.”

“It’s true I want girls as pretty as you!”

“But Marianne…”

“Well…”

“Yeah…”

At least until I’ve confessed, I want to stay pure.

“Then let’s wrap things up quickly—so we can be with Marianne, then with us, right?”

“The sooner, the better.”

The longer things drag, the more variables arise.

Potential hero party recruits might be manageable even with complications,

but Marianne’s side could spiral into unsolvable problems.

So.

Handling everything swiftly before reuniting is best.

‘Though subtly hinting that some demons might actually be decent people is a prerequisite…’

Easier said than done.

But.

No matter how tough, I’ll make it work.

That’s the key to a happy ending.

…Or so I thought.

Bringing up demons now felt awkward, so I pivoted the conversation.

“By the way, how are you two holding up?”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m fine.”

“Thanks to the pain-nullification trick you taught me, not a single ache.”

“Same here.”

“Just a scratch—Sophia unni healed everything.”

Despite the brutal fight, they looked perfectly fine.

“Still kinda disappointing though.”

“We came charging in to kill, but only managed a scratch… Aren’t they too strong?”

“Hehe!”

“If they couldn’t handle this much, they wouldn’t deserve the title of strongest hero party!”

“I wanted to steal that title and brag to you, darling… But I lost.”

“But you are insanely strong?”

“Really?”

“If it were me before Cain trained me, I’d have been wiped out instantly.”

“Meaning…”

“If I train under darling, the outcome might be different next time?”

“Pretty much.”

“Nice.”

“I’ll learn more from you and challenge them again.”

“Bring it on anytime!”

Sophia and Elris grinned as they shook hands.

Then.

Beaming, Sophia approached me and asked:

“Darling~”

“How can I get even stronger?”

“Hmm…”

Sophia was a saintess.

In Prophecy RPG, boosting her combat stats was secondary—

typically, she’d focus on healing and support abilities.

But.

Golden Sun’s Mechanic equipment changed things.

Either crafting additional gear

or securing more energy sources alone could make her stronger.

‘Swordsmanship or martial arts could work too.’

Prophecy RPG even had a paladin route where saints trained in melee combat.

‘Not the most efficient, though…’

Since the party already had a hero and a swordmaster, turning the only healer into a frontline fighter made little sense.

Moreover, her swordsmanship wasn’t outstanding—

B-rank at best.

For a saintess, she was A-rank,

but as a warrior? Solid B-rank.

Even that was due to her high HP and defense;

pure swordsmanship alone placed her at C-rank.

So.

Optimal growth still leaned toward healer.

But.

What if she could master both roles?

‘Potential exists.’

Elris had ascended to new heights the moment she absorbed future combat techniques.

She’d mastered the Swordmaster route

and was now tackling the Archmage path—

far exceeding anything possible in Prophecy RPG.

Thus.

Sophia could do the same.

Master the Saintess route,

then branch into Paladin—mastering damage, tanking, and healing.

…Upon hearing this, Sophia smiled.

“Darling.”

“I’ve already perfected the Saintess route.”

“……?”

“What I lacked before was divine power.”

Sophia emitted a pink glow as she transformed.

Not crimson hair and suit,

but pink hair and armor.

Instead of channeling the Blood Stone’s overflowing vitality into combat,

she amplified her divine energy.

In this form, she unleashed holy magic.

Shoooom—!

A healing downpour.

Raindrops boosted allied stats, restored health,

while sapping enemy stats and purifying them—

an AoE heal + buff + debuff spell rolled into one.

One of the saintess’s ultimate skills.

But this magic didn’t just blanket the forest—

it engulfed the entire Holy Nation of Celios.

“Well?”

“Uh…”

“This already surpasses max-level Sophia from Prophecy RPG…”

“Yep.”

“Wouldn’t that kill everyone infected with Demon Bombs?”

Demon Bombs.

Modern-day equivalent: cancer.

Normally, healing magic rejuvenates healthy cells,

but cancer multiplies under healing, rapidly progressing to terminal stages.

Then—game over.

The patient dies from metastasis.

…I pointed this out,

but Sophia just smiled.

“I know.”

“So I blended black magic into Healing Rain.”

“You what?!”

“I infused sacrificial black magic that annihilates ‘cancer’ on contact.”

“Now, even Demon Bomb patients can be cured.”

“That’s possible?…”

“Yes.”

Insane.

She’d crafted a colossal spell capable of healing an entire nation,

then combined it with black magic to purge cancer.

This was why hero candidates were called talent monsters.

Terrifying.

Elris, Sophia…

The innate prowess of these A-rank heroes was downright frightening.

Still.

That aside—if she’d truly mastered the Saintess route,

I could teach her the Paladin path.

So.

Learn from Elris.

“Huh?…”

“For swordsmanship, Elris is the better teacher.”

I could handle magic instruction,

but swordsmanship? Not my forte.

…Sophia’s face fell as she mumbled:

“Ehh… I wanted you to teach me, darling…”