episode_0071

The dwarves were incorporated into the project with bodies that couldn’t survive without self-pleasure devices.

Honestly, I was skeptical only during the initial implementation.

Would that really work? No, it doesn’t make sense. They are a race that derives the greatest pleasure from creating something.

I thought it would fail miserably. So, I was devising alternative plans in case of failure.

However… the outcome took a completely unexpected turn.

[Heuk… Heuk… I’ve wasted half of my life♡ There was something more amazing than creating♡]

“Darn it…! What have I even made so far! If I knew this would happen, I should have made self-pleasure devices like those twisted Flame Dwarves!”

“It’s not working… If this continues, I won’t be able to live a normal life anymore… Ughhh♡”

Exactly one month.

It took all the dwarves one month to become addicted to self-pleasure and participate in the project.

Somehow, I started to feel a bit scared.

Is the place I’m in really just a normal novel, or has it turned into an R-rated one?

Seeing the dwarves with thick beards holding self-pleasure devices instead of hammers…

“Ugh… Guahhhh…”

It made me nauseous.

But witnessing that scene, I couldn’t bring myself to curse.

Because… in just one short month, the giant robot had reached the final stages of completion.

While the process is important, the results are much more crucial than the process itself.

In the workshop filled with the scent of night flowers, I gazed up at the somewhat completed giant robot and let out a deep sigh.

“Do I have to like this? Or should I dislike it?”

“Haven’t we advanced it by four and a half months ahead of schedule? Shouldn’t we like it then?”

“Inspiration, you’ve become such a sight as a member of the same race, saying such things?”

“Haha! You’re quite amusing, Witch! When did you say ‘let’s start right away’ if you think it’s a pretty good idea?”

“Well, that’s true but…”

At Stroheim’s words, I fell silent.

After all, it’s quite funny to say such things when you’re the one who pulled the trigger.

When you think about it, I’m partly responsible for turning those dwarves into self-pleasure addicts, aren’t I?

With a creeping sense of guilt, I averted my gaze from the workshop and asked Stroheim a question.

“Inspiration, I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“There must be a way to revert them back to normal, right? Leaving them like this seems quite dangerous.”

Looking at the lustful dwarves indulging in desire with pitiful eyes, Stroheim chuckled and replied to my question.

“You seem to be saying interesting things today, Witch.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Haha, if you’re really worried, why not just eradicate the root cause? Eliminating the fundamental cause solves everything.”

“Inspiration.”

“Why do you call me?”

“It’s not because you’re inspired, right?”

“…”

Whether he felt a pang of conscience or not, Stroheim left without a word.

Anyway, with an inspiration like him gone mad, there’s no room for complacency even for a moment.

What kind of satisfaction is it to try to destroy others’ belongings when you don’t have your own?

Taking another deep breath, I began to walk towards the place where the overseer was located.

“Hurry up, slaves! If you don’t, you won’t receive the self-pleasure devices today!”

“Don’t you want to experience greater pleasure? Just today, a new product has been developed! It will be given to the hardest-working dwarf!”

“Hey, you there! Do you think you can find pleasure with your hands?! It’s futile! Once you use the device we created, escape is impossible!”

Upon arriving at the overseer’s location, the first thing that caught my eye was the Flame Dwarf elder from the twisted Flame Dwarves tribe, treating other races’ dwarves like slaves.

He appeared quite delighted as I inquired about the remaining time until the completion of the colossal golem.

“This seems almost finished now, but how many more days do you think it will take?”

“It should be ready in as little as four days, or at most ten. Where should I send it to?”

“To the outskirts of the empire in the east… Hmm, what was the name of that city? Ah, yes, send it to Dusselen. As for the method and deadline for delivery…”

“I’ve heard this dozens of times already. And I’ve made sure to include the functions you mentioned, so stop worrying.”

“…Alright then, that settles it.”

With that, preparations to face the insane Glare Dragon were complete.

Though we had crossed an impassable river during our preparations, it was fine since we had already prepared a fitting solution.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

Recalling the contract with the elves, I gazed down at the chaotic workshop, and the Dwarf Elder looked at me before speaking.

“Are you planning to leave now?”

“Yes, I have to leave. Time is running out.”

“May fortune favor you. If you return alive, do tell us about the exploits of the colossal golem we created.”

“Whatever.”

I turned around and began to leave the workshop with my companions.

For the final battle, which may be the last battle.

—–

Meanwhile, at the lair of the Glare Dragon.

Ferodori, while admiring the children he had kidnapped, drooled profusely.

“Ah… Beautiful. Indeed, anything ripe is the best.”

He thought to himself as he took a bite of a green apple.

Why are the other males so crazy about those fatty lumps of flesh?

As one ages, those lumps of fat eventually sag and become unattractive.

Even those who prefer large, slender females couldn’t understand it.

Isn’t it comfortable to hold someone small and compact? Why bother embracing a female larger than oneself?

And isn’t it repulsive if she’s bigger?

“Isn’t that right?”

He asked the young children trapped in the cage, seeking empathy, but all that returned were sorrowful sobs.

Yet, even that sight was lovely and satisfying to Ferodori.

Such youthful appearances were a spectacle only seen in small and cute things.

“Hehehe…”

With such a wicked laugh, was he perhaps gazing at the cage as if appreciating an art piece for a long time?

At that moment, someone small and compact approached him and began to deliver news.

“My master, Ferodori. Have you heard the news?”

“If it’s not important, leave. I don’t want to be disturbed during good times.”

“The Dwarves and witches are plotting to eliminate you. They are collaborating to create a colossal golem…”

“Then it’s not important… No, what’s the witch’s name? That’s crucial.”

“It’s Beatrice. Rumor has it her magic pouch is quite remarkable.”

“Darn it.”

Upon hearing the Guardian’s explanation, Ferodori immediately sighed in frustration.

Why would that wretched hag target him out of all the numerous witches? Surely there must be a witch with a petite body too?

“…Sigh, after the fight, I won’t be able to eat for days again.”

Whenever he saw repulsive beings, his appetite vanished completely, making it impossible for him to eat anything.

But what could he do? To Ferodori himself, all slim women seemed as repugnant as foreign creatures.

Letting out a long sigh, Ferodori slowly rose from his seat.

“Still, it might be fun after a while.”

“Pardon? What do you mean by that?”

Literally speaking, it’s a collaboration between a witch and a Dwarf, isn’t it? At least, there should be a bit of amusement to be had.

I don’t know what they’re preparing.

But surely, there will be some fun.

Witches, though they may be capricious, always bring unconventional joy.

When Gwangryong raised the corner of his mouth in a smirk, the Guardian asked him with an expressionless face, “Master? Wouldn’t it be unwise to leave no possibility of defeat?”

“Haha! You speak amusingly, Jane.”

Ferodori laughed as he watched Rare depart.

“Do you think I would be defeated?”

“…”

“Countless challengers have come to me. Even legendary figures like Demon Lords and esteemed heroes dared to challenge me for their reputation.”

However,

“No one has ever defeated me. Not even once. The defeated either fled in disgrace or became dust buried here. Or they became guardians for me, like you.”

Of course, only petite women could do such a thing.

Anyway,

“The likelihood of my defeat approaches zero. Do you believe that a collaboration between a witch and a dwarf could leave a single mark on me?”

“But what if something unexpected happens? What if you were to lose…?”

“If I lose, I lose. It’s the law of the jungle, following the natural order. What could possibly be wrong with that?”

Ferodori craved a fresh stimulus.

Certainly, young and vibrant beings were always refreshing and exhilarating to watch, but he desired a different kind of stimulation.

For centuries now, his endlessly monotonous routine had been repeating itself.

“It would be a joy to feel even a slight stimulation. But I wonder if I can even feel that slight thrill.”

Having already received power through a contract with a small and sinister deity, he now had absolute confidence that he would not be defeated by anyone.

Even if that repulsive goddess, Agathon, were to come, he would not kneel.

“May I at least feel a faint sensation of stimulation.”

Yet Ferodori was unaware of one thing:

His decision not to meddle with witches and dwarves would bring about a dreadful calamity.

Knowing nothing, he began to observe the young and vibrant beings within their cages once again.