Chapter 121 – 12. Dense (1)
End of work day.
It was a crazy day. After the sun had set, the workers returned to their lodgings to rest or go to bed. Of course, even in the midst of that, some of them showed their faces in bars and restaurants and had a drinking party, but they were able to turn a blind eye to the workers who survived the hard day.
“The inn in the north is also quite cozy and nice.”
The baron’s position in Lemoang Tundra can be said to be a position for observation. Unlike the knightly days, there is no need to take the lead and lead, and there is no need to oversee the whole process while being on edge in case things go wrong.
“What is the comparison target?”
“East Fontaine, nice countryside.”
Thanks to his efforts in many ways, all Rome has to do is watch the citadel, which had been in tatters, prosper dazzlingly every day. And in the same vein, at night, he felt so free that he felt sick to his stomach, and he was now in the same place with the beautiful lady of the north.
“This is your home now.”
“Know. First of all, there are no women I love.”
Rome, who rented the only inn in the citadel next to the town square, managed to sit on a soft bed and gaze at the beautiful young lady. The space he wanted to live in until the new mansion was built after tearing down the residential space was a special room, so it was expected, but it was nice and cozy, so he felt good.
“What about Oriane and Françoise?”
“Mom must have been tired because she had a lot to take care of during the day. She said she was going to bed early, so she asked Françoise to help her with her bath. She then said she was fine with her.”
“It is indeed the northern winter stone. Like a mystic who hid his identity for a long time, he is thorough?”
Rom snorted with a smirk. He ran his hair lightly over his scar-crossed face and looked up at Lucienne Lemoant, lit by the reddish light of the fireplace in the twilight evening. She is the harsh wife of her previous life and the affectionate lover of her present life her.
“It’s not bad to set the mood. But if she wants to be on her own her, she just needs to be honest with her that she wants to. Considering how miserable the previous life was, isn’t it time to change it?”
She was Lucienne, wearing only one chemise dress, light and airy thanks to the warm fireplace. From the moment she came in, she had been staring at her with a smirk for some reason, but as soon as she heard that, she snorted and crossed her arms.
“It’s not like that.”
It wasn’t as much as the living space inside the fort, but by the way, the spacious interior was occupied by luggage that could not be stored casually in the warehouse. Her collection was full of all sorts of junk that the mystic scholar Young lady had collected throughout her life her, so she leaned forward and rummaged through her box before adding her words.
“Do it in moderation. I love you, not your fucking slut. And her mom and Françoise looked really tired, so she let them rest. I had something to tell you more than anything else.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You say you don’t know too? What power did the spell I cast in my previous life have? So, after peeking my memory before, I kept looking for related materials. And I found out.”
What would be the result if a mystic with natural talent steadily immersed in learning and attained enlightenment? Lucienne Le Moin was never fully aware of the spell she had placed on her husband her.
That’s because she’ll have to wait a few more years from now to get there.
However, at least it was not difficult to deduce what kind of effect the spell he would cast at the cost of all his life force his in the future would be effective.
“Romuald, you need to realize how high a person you are right now.”
Rummaging around, Lucienne took out a bundle of parchment scrolls from the box and opened the most worn-out item among them. The mysterious spellbook filled with ancient magic letters that could not be found anywhere on the continent, let alone in the Gallic language.
“In ancient times, when it was called the Age of Mythology, there was a story about a wizard who was blessed with eternal beauty from the goddess who was in charge of beauty.”
“A goddess who governs beauty? A pagan tale. If the heavenly gods hear it, they will be angry.”
“Ha, if you put it that way, I’m a pagan witch.”
Rom, who shrugged her shoulders with a small smile, nodded. It was a small conversation, but it was so much fun.
“That makes sense.”
“Don’t pretend to be sincere when you don’t even believe in religion.”
“Anyway, what about that story?”
Lucienne spread her slender fingers and ran her index finger over the letters on her open scroll. Blue light emanated from the tips of her fingers her, and ancient letters swirled in the air around her fingers her. I didn’t even cast a spell, but if someone who knew magic saw it, it was surprisingly great.
“This scroll is something I stole from an old witch who stole my powers before.”
“Your master?”
“I was just thinking about hitting the back of the head for being trash.”
It was a conversation that we could share casually because we knew each other’s past. Lucienne, who blinked her eyes through her long eyelashes, wondered what she was trying to say. She went on to complain about the conversation she kept leaking into useless places.
“Don’t stop talking. Anyway, I thought this was the spell I put on you at first. Certainly one of the most powerful and impeccably good I’ve ever known. Blessings bestowed by the goddess on magicians who follow beauty prevent them from getting old or getting sick.”
“By the way?”
“Look at this reaction.”
Ting! Lucienne brought the spell from her fingertip to Rom’s face her. And she pointed as if she had seen it while watching the reaction that spontaneously bounced on something.
“It is a phenomenon of denial. It’s like a repulsive force that arises when sorcery or magic collide with each other. It is said that when a stronger spell is cast on the target, a lower level spell naturally bounces off. And from this, you can guess that the power to protect you is at least comparable to that of a mythical relic.”
Dokdo, hypnosis, and any curses do not work.
“To be honest, I have never seen such a powerful spell in my life. Yes, I think it will be this much if it is a mystery that I risked my life even more diligently in the future. It would have been difficult if it weren’t for the relic her mother had inherited from her grandfather that you could have reached today by going back in your past life.”
“Speaking of which, those artifact fragments. It’s all broken, but wouldn’t the pieces still be useful?”
“Well, considering that the magical power it still possesses is strong, it could be used as a material to make good magic tools.”
Lucienne, flicking the scroll lightly with her index fingernail, returned her spell her. Then she rolled it up in parchment, tied it up, and put it back in her box.
“Lucienne, can you do it yourself?”
“How much do you underestimate me? It’s hard to find a better occultist than me in all of Gaul, let alone in the north. I’m a person who falls within five fingers on the continent.”
“Ehh.”
Rome gave a strange smile as if he had come up with a good idea. And seeing that, Lucienne, who had a disgusted expression on her face, felt something goosebumps in her, and she murmured.
“You are thinking of making something erotic out of this.”
“Well, I don’t know what you mean.”
“… How did you fall for this guy?”
Those were not the words of a young lady who was determined to tame her own mother her. And in the same context, the two could be said to be a very suitable pair. Because we loved each other so innocently, we were passionate and faithful enough to be reborn as the other person wanted.
“It is a precious thing. I can make pretty much anything on my own, so don’t waste it unnecessarily. Besides, as this is fragmented, your body now contains the power that the original artifact had.”
“Okay? Specifically how?”
“It’s an artifact that affects time. Like the spell I showed you earlier, your body will continue to reverse aging and remain strong. You are like a living herb of immortality. Not to mention longevity, he will be a young man without a single wrinkle until the end of his life.”
The mana that was full of those who did not know how to use magic could only be used to maintain the youth of the body. The power that the invincible knight of Lumiere seized by seizing the second chance meant that it was not merely free from any malice.
“There is no point in living alone for a long time. I wonder if the wife, the young lady, and the maid are together.”
“Heh, it’s a problem that can be solved by biting and sucking hard. Because your body is the living herb of immortality. The bodily fluids that come out of the body are truly the essence of precious magical power. If we kiss you, mix our spittles, touch you and receive affection from you, then we too can enjoy the youth you enjoyed until the day we die.”
Lucienne turned her gaze instead of asking if she understood. Then she saw Rom quietly nodding her head, then jerked away as if this was the end of her explanation.
“That’s all there is to see. I will stop.”
I went back to my room and did some more research.
“Wait a minute, Lucienne.”
“Why?”
“No, I heard you well, but I have one more question.”
“What else?”
Her smirk her, a brilliant thought, led Rom tossing off her tunic and approaching her. Embarrassed, she wrapped her around the waist of her young lady, her face flushed, and she casually tripped over her feet. She still looked down at her on her knees after holding her up unscathed and asked with a sly look on her face her.
“A slut crazy for my dick, isn’t it?”
“Mmm, you crazy bastard… !”
With an erection, he placed a heavy object on her face without warning.
“No?”
“Oops, oops…”
After a while, it elicited an answer that was no different from what was decided.
“Right…”
