Magic Tower (3)

“Euuuh….”

Just five stacks of paper piling up in the corner. Why is my brain so sluggish over a simple greeting? I crumpled the stationery with a deflating sound. Not this time either. Some letters were over five thousand characters long, densely packed, while others were just a couple of simple sentences, but I crumpled them all.

“Red Witch-nim. Shall I bring you some water?”

“Yeah. Cold water.”

I gulped down the water Clark brought me.

“Haa….”

Brain freeze. My head is throbbing.

I put my chilled head aside and picked up the quill again. But as soon as I held the pen, my mind went blank. Black ink dripped onto the paper. Strangely enough, seeing the black ink droplets made an inexplicable resentment well up inside me. It felt… unfair. Why do I have to agonize over something like this?

I scribbled a note in a slightly fierce handwriting. I left a simple greeting and a line saying that if I didn’t hear back in two months, I would come looking for them myself, then folded the letter.

“Clark. I’ve finished the letter.”

“Shall I send it right away?”

“Yeah.”

Clark infused Mana into his bracelet and created a small rift. Seeing him put the letter inside, it seemed like there was some kind of post office. After safely delivering the letter, Clark brought me a new tray of water. He was quite devoted for a mage.

“Did something happen with Lushellini?”

Clark showed interest in one of the few scenes where the Red Witch was in anguish.

The monster who climbed 48 floors in just two weeks, the Red Witch.

Opinions of the Red Witch vary from person to person, but the common consensus is that she is ‘wishy-washy’. She has no greed, no passion, and doesn’t dwell on relationships, so she can come across as aloof.

However. There was a reason I was called a witch.

When I was still on the 30th floor, a couple of mages who couldn’t accept my abnormal climbing speed came to find me. They were mages staying on the 40th floor.

They attacked me as soon as they met me. The reason was obvious. It was out of jealousy. But fights in the Magic Tower were like an annual event, so no one cared.

To make a long story short, they were carried away covered in blood. I didn’t just let those who defied me go. Never.

Clark, who witnessed the scene in real-time, couldn’t help but be even more curious.

“Isn’t Lushellini in the East? I’m sure Lushellini wasn’t on the order documents.”

“It’s a personal matter.”

“The Red Witch-nim’s ‘personal’ matter. That’s quite intriguing. Can you tell me about it?”

The mage’s unique curiosity is triggered.

For them to ask ‘why?’ is like an unavoidable destiny, regardless of courtesy. So it’s better to answer if possible. Their curiosity never disappears, so if not now, then tomorrow, if not tomorrow, then months later, they will want to know.

I chuckled and ruffled Clark’s hair. Messy brown hair. Clark frowned and stepped back. He really seemed to hate being treated like a child.

“I’ll tell you later.”

Therefore, when dealing with mages, postponement was more effective than outright refusal.

Clark’s face turned red. Was he sixteen? He’s said to be someone’s illegitimate child, hiding his surname. Anyway, to be on the 34th floor at this age. He’s got killer talent.

“….”

Just as I was about to get up from my seat.

‘…Is it that time already?’

The tip of my chest became moist.

Although I was suppressing it with the stigma engraved on my womb, I periodically experienced incidents such as the hypertrophy of sexual desire or breast milk overflowing. It happened about once a week, so it didn’t really interfere with my daily life… but it was a bit annoying.

“Clark, wait a moment. Don’t come into the room.”

“…Why?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

“When?”

“Maybe in about ten minutes?”

“Okay! I’ll wait!”

I took three glass bottles and a basin and went into the bedroom. Clark was sitting quietly on the sofa with a look on his face that said, ‘The witch is going to do something weird again.’

“….”

Leaving Clark behind, I entered the bedroom.

I completely stripped off my top and underwear and brought my breast, which was leaking milk, to the basin. Originally, I thought about asking Clark, but since we wouldn’t be together forever, I decided to do it alone.

“Haa….”

First, the right breast.

I squeezed my large breasts with both hands. Then, bright yellow milk spurted out in an arc. The basin filled with breast milk. I trembled and stimulated my nipple even harder. My legs were shaking. I felt like I was getting addicted to this slight pleasure.

“Heugeut….”

Since I kept losing strength and couldn’t properly squeeze out the milk, I bit the blanket and forced myself to add more strength. The bright yellow liquid gradually filled the basin. I used the bottles I had brought to collect the breast milk before the basin overflowed.

‘Now… the left breast….’

I blushed and squeezed my left breast.

“Hageueut…?!”

Then. Tsik, vaginal fluid burst out. I even dropped the blanket I was biting and let out a lewd moan.

“Red Witch-nim. Are you alright?”

Clark’s voice could be heard from beyond the door.

“I’m, I’m alright. Don’t, don’t come in yet.”

I said, wiping away the sticky liquid flowing between my underwear.

I had to squeeze it out quickly before I got caught.

Fortunately, I managed to squeeze out the breast milk before Clark opened the door. I roughly threw the basin in the bathroom. I hung the bottle filled with breast milk around my waist and left the room.

“W, Witch-nim? What on earth…”

Clark swallowed hard and asked.

A face as red as a carrot, trembling legs. A couple of buttons on my clothes were undone, revealing my cleavage, and the sweat flowing between them was enough to shake any man’s heart. But Clark’s attention shifted from my lewd body to the pure white glass bottle hanging around my waist.

“The reason you went into the room was because of that…?”

He tried his best to guess, but he probably couldn’t imagine that I had squeezed out breast milk. It was an area that even a young boy’s head, especially one who was stuck in the Magic Tower doing magic research, couldn’t even guess at.

I gave a slightly sly smile and held out the bottle.

“…Want to drink it?”

“Is it a potion?”

“Similar.”

It had been a little over 10 days since Clark started working with me. During that time, I had never harassed Clark or passed on excessive work, so he didn’t dare to doubt me. Rather, I was making things easier for him. He would probably drink poison gratefully.

“Sniff sniff….”

He opened the cap and smelled it. He muttered, ‘Is it milk?’ Clark’s face was subtle. But he dipped his finger in and tasted it once, and immediately drank the contents because the taste was better than he expected.

“…It’s delicious! Sweet, um. And, it’s sweet! I’ve never had such sweet milk before!”

“Want more? I still have two bottles left.”

“Really?”

Clark smiled brightly and received the bottle.

He was the type who didn’t refuse what was given.

“But where did you get something like this?”

“….”

“There was nothing in Witch-nim’s room…”

I smiled brightly and buttoned up my clothes.

“Witch, nim?”

The fragrant smell that was coming from somewhere was definitely not the smell of flesh. The same smell as the milk he had just drunk was coming from the witch’s chest in front of him. Clark rolled his eyes, which were shaking violently as if there had been an earthquake. Towards the chest that had just been buttoned up.

I felt a dirty sense of betrayal and exhaled.

Haa, I shouldn’t get addicted to things like this.

“Was it good?”

“I, I. That. That’s. That.”

“If you’ve finished drinking, put on your clothes.”

“Yes, yes?”

I put on my robe and infused magic power into my bracelet.

“Get ready. We’re going to Pahellen.”

He said he had found out the cause of the monster wave.

* * *

Not long after Kamier began to make a name for himself as the ‘Ice Baron’, Pahellen became a hotbed of magic. This was because there were many mages who were fascinated by the magic he displayed and came to find him.

Ice shards that began to flutter when he reached out his hand… they described the scene as if they had come to another world.

Of course, his actions of always taking the lead in defeating monsters also helped.

He had clashed with monsters with his bare hands even before his awakening. He knew better than anyone the hardships of ordinary soldiers who had not awakened Mana, so he poured all his energy into improving the average combat power and safety of the soldiers. Thanks to this, the soldiers’ satisfaction and respect soared endlessly.

He was not arrogant. But he believed in his skills. A lord with both skill and personality was suitable for gathering subordinates. Now that even the only missing power was fulfilled, he was the image of a perfect lord.

‘He said he was recruiting an attack force.’

And, finally, he said he had found out the reason for the monster wave.

‘Blade Forest.’

Blade Forest, which shares a mountain range with the Haknar Mountains. A dungeon has appeared there.

Blade Forest was adjacent to Bridonia, the Barony of Pahellen, and the County of Gredlin, so if left unchecked, all three places could be harmed.

However, feeling guilty about sending only Pahellen, they provided some support from other places. Bridonia provided military supplies, and the County of Gredlin provided food. The main attack force was Pahellen’s unit.

I was planning to participate in this attack force as a mercenary.

‘A dungeon… it’s been a while.’

The only place I’ve been to is the Twin Demon’s Tower, though.

And the fact that we have to attack a dungeon also means that we have to deal with demons. Because only demons can create dungeons. The so-called ‘dungeon masters’… their main body’s power is insignificant, but there were always exceptions, like the Twin Demons. I just hoped they wouldn’t be annoying.

Also, fortunately, conquering the labyrinth did not summon the Demon of War, Barfeugos. Does that mean that conquering a labyrinth is just conquering and not considered war? It seemed like there were some standards.

“Where are you going?”

Pekafolis, who saw me coming down to the first floor, raised her monocle.

I said, looking at her shaking pink hair.

“I’m going to Pahellen.”

“Are you joining the attack force? Is there anything you want me to ask for?”

“Please prepare a carriage. For two people.”

For two people. Her eyes turned at that word. She tilted her head, looking at Clark, who was fidgeting beside me. His face was red, as if he had been subjected to some indecent act.

“Did you pounce on him?”

“Of course not. And you’re getting too comfortable and saying whatever you want. Are you crazy?”

“Isn’t the one who’s crazy the one who’s aiming for the 50th floor in two weeks? Now, let’s put our hands on that big lump of chest and think about it. Am I crazy, or are you crazy?”

She rested her chin on her hand with a nonchalant expression. She created a rift and said something to the other side, then turned her head again.

“I’ve prepared the carriage. You can go out to the street.”

“Thank you.”

Pekafolis watched me and Clark for a while, then opened her mouth.

“And, hmm… well, do whatever you want. I can’t take responsibility if you have a child.”

“I already have one.”

“What-, Pfft. Cough. What?”

Pekafolis and Clark’s eyes widened. I nonchalantly turned my head away. I grabbed Clark’s flustered hand and went out to the street.

“Clark, let’s go.”

“…Yes!”

To describe Pekafolis’s face at this time in words, it was as if she was asking who the hell was the bastard who took you. Seeing that there was even a slight sense of disgust, I even felt sorry for Shuriel. Well. I do look young. From a third party’s perspective, Clark and I would look like siblings.