Bayonne told a story about how she couldn’t spin the yarn.

    “Oh, some time ago, the thread coming out of my wrist started to get brittle.”

    “I see.”

    I don’t know why I have to listen to this story, but I did so in order to get the underwear she made.

    “I asked other Arachne, but there was no proper answer.”

    “I see.”

    “That’s why, lately, I’ve been spinning threads with masturbation.

    “Huh?”

    Why did the topic suddenly change to masturbation?

    “Hey, Ms. Beyoncé.”

    “Yes, yes! Ah, Atlas Go, Your Majesty.”

    “Why did the topic change to masturbation? It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the actual matter.”

    “That, that’s… ”

    In response to my question, Beyoncé fidgeted with her hands and answered with a slightly trembling voice.

    “Arachne can spin better thread when she is sexually aroused.”

    “Oh, I see.”

    Her words made me realize that Arachne was a pervert.

    I never knew there was such a lewd race.

    But what does that have to do with me?

    “There’s no need to make it out of Arachne thread.”

    “Yes?”

    “I’m okay with underwear made from ordinary materials.”

    “That won’t do!”

    “Huh?”

    Unlike before, Bayonne confidently expressed her will without hesitation.

    “Underwear is a different kind of clothing from regular clothes!”

    “Oh, I see.”

    It seems that the craftsmanship is only demonstrated in underwear.

    What is this novel perversion?

    “You don’t show it to others, but because you don’t show it, you have to take care of it even more carefully. People who are beautiful on the inside are also beautiful on the outside.”

    “Oh, yes… ”

    “The Duke also knows the importance of underwear, so he came to me.”

    “Yeah, that’s true.”

    As expected from a rural village, most women in Lugeron wore nothing more than breast covers.

    To be honest, from the perspective of someone who makes love to them every night, simple linen underwear was a blemish on the jade.

    ‘It’s not even hygienic.’

    So I was looking for luxurious underwear made in the Holy Kingdom, and the underwear artisan in front of me was being very picky about the materials.

    “Underwear must be made of Arachne thread! It is hygienic, beautiful, and feels different on the skin. You should touch it yourself, Duke.”

    “ in?”

    Beyoncé took off the bra she was wearing and handed it to me.

    “It’s different from regular underwear, right?”

    “It definitely feels different.”

    I felt warmth from the bra I had been wearing just a moment ago.

    “Smell it too. Arachne threads are very absorbent.”

    “No, that’s a bit… ”

    “Come on.”

    Because of Beyoncé’s constant insistence, I had no choice but to smell the bra.

    ‘I can only smell the scent of flesh.’

    I felt a sense of inferiority at the sight of something so perverted.

    “How is it?”

    “There was no smell of anything other than living separately.”

    “That’s the important thing.”

    “Yes?”

    “Depending on the fabric, the odors may mix and create an unpleasant odor.”

    “I see.”

    As a layman, it was a story that I couldn’t understand, but it seemed like it wasn’t the case for Bjorn, the underwear artisan.

    “Underwear that can contain your natural scent! I think that’s the most perfect underwear!”

    “But you can’t make that anymore.”

    “That’s right.”

    Beyoncé, who had lost confidence again at my suggestion, began to slump like a weak puppy.

    “Ha, but, there is, uh, a way.”

    “Are you receiving support from the same Arachne?”

    “That, that’s not it, uh, in the place called the Darkness Number, the Forest, there’s something called a tricolor land, a thread from a spider monster that’s comparable to Arachne’s thread.

    “Huh?”

    The dark forest?

    “You mean those guys in the giant caves in the deep? The ones that spin webs in different colors?”

    “Oh, do you know about the three-color land?”

    “Well, the dark forest is my playground.”

    By the way, I didn’t know their thread was such good material.

    ‘I burned them all because they were spider webs.’

    Thinking about it now makes my stomach hurt.

    “If you bring me a, a, a tri-colored spider web, I’ll make you underwear.”

    “Well, I’d like to do that too, but I’ve never been to Asgard before.”

    “Then, I will, I will visit the Duke’s territory.”

    Unexpectedly, immigrants appeared.

    “Is that okay? My territory is like a pond in front of the lake of fairies compared to Asgard.”

    “Oh, it’s okay. If I, if I can just work as a lingerie tailor, I won’t even mind getting dirty.”

    Although she stuttered, Bjorn confidently expressed her opinion.

    After exchanging some stories about moving with her, I promised to set up a workshop for her.

    . . .

    “Surely, one pair of underwear makes you look neat.”

    The underwear I received from Beyoncé was amazing.

    The underwear, which was slightly revealing but barely covered the important parts, was not just obscene, it was a work of art.

    “Hey, warrior?”

    Rachel, the vice-captain, was horrified by my actions.

    It would seem strange for a big guy to be looking at women’s underwear on the street and taking a liking to it.

    Camilla asked me as I was putting my underwear into my one by one.

    “Where do you plan on going next, warrior?”

    “I bought everything I needed, so now I’m going to the library.”

    “Is this a library?”

    “He has a look of displeasure.”

    “That’s because the warrior is not depicted reading a book.”

    “That’s too much. I’m a person whose hobby is reading.”

    I’m not a bookworm, but if there’s a book, I tend to read it.

    ‘Well, it’s based on the previous life.’

    In the village of Lugeron, there are so few books to read that I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve read a book recently.

    “It’s a library… In that case, it would be better to ask Mama for guidance rather than us.”

    “Huh? Helen is busy.”

    Helen was busy with Iris, writing a report about my absorption of the new water.

    “Sorry, we don’t have a connection to the book, so we can’t help you.”

    “No, the Paladin doesn’t have a connection with the book? You guys must have taken the entrance exam.”

    “Of course, I studied before the entrance exam.”

    “Then… ”

    “That was 20 years ago. It was about 10 years ago for the youngest, so I don’t know.”

    “Erai, if you’re a knight, shouldn’t you study doctrine regularly?”

    “We are the physical type, so it doesn’t matter. In the first place, no matter how much we study, we can’t perform miracles like you, the warrior, by ordering them to the goddess.”

    I was speechless at Camilla’s logical words. If anyone heard me, they would think I was a clicker.

    “Haa, let’s go to Helen first.”

    “He should be at the academy by now.”

    “Academy?

    “Yes, Mama is the headmaster of the Nymph Academy.”

    “No, you’re busy as the second apostle, but you’re also serving as the academy director?”

    It was an absurd story, but considering the nature of the wicked kingdom of Seongwang, it was also natural.

    So I went to the Nymph Academy.

    Camilla urged me.

    “Warrior, do not wear Hestia’s divinity.”

    “Why? It’s better than threatening with a Titan trait for no reason.”

    “No matter how much we love you, warrior, we can’t help you if you get caught by the nymph A-cheong method.”

    “Ugh, then there’s nothing I can do.”

    It hurt to see the young nymphs fearing me, but it was a hundred, a thousand times better than being accused of being a pedophile.

    “Gyaat!”

    “Are you okay?”

    So I was moving carefully, and I bumped into a young nymph.

    “Heeek!”

    He clearly reached out to the young nymph who was about to fall asleep, but the young nymph was too busy trembling.

    “Sir, didn’t I tell you to be careful?”

    “I was careful, and don’t tease me, help me.”

    “As I said before, I can’t touch young nymphs because of the nymph a-youth law.”

    “It’s better than me touching you as a man.”

    “Nymph A-Young Law is stricter on women than on men.”

    “No, why?”

    “Because of the Nymph Doctors.”

    What on earth did those Nymph Doctors do in the past…

    “Jayna, you’re here.”

    As we were stamping our feet on the sobbing young nymph, our savior appeared.

    It was Helen, wearing the principal’s uniform.

    “Sian? What brings you to the Academy?”

    “I came to ask you a favor.”

    “Huh, I see. Please wait in the principal’s office for a moment. I will come to see you as soon as I finish my work. Camilla, please guide Sian to my office.”

    “Okay.”

    Helen takes the young nymph somewhere.

    It’s clearly the title of academy director, but why does it sound like a kindergarten teacher?

    “Do you know that, warrior?”

    “What?”

    “The underwear Mama is wearing now is made by Beyoncé.”

    “?!!”

    Helen was wearing those see-through underwear?

    Camilla added an explanation to the unbelievable fact.

    “It’s not just Mama. Most of the nymphs are wearing underwear made by Ms. Byonne.”

    “Why?”

    “There are several reasons, but the biggest reason is that it is easy to hide the nymph’s scent.”

    “Smell?”

    “As you know, the nymph’s scent is special.”

    “That’s right.”

    Helen and Helia smelled warm like bread, Ravi felt like resting in the sun, and Fores smelled like the forest.

    I know I shouldn’t do this, but sometimes I use the scent of my house nymphs as an air freshener.

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