Chapter 311: Oona's Visit

Until evening.

Tally rose from the shadows, intending to eat dinner and continue sleeping.

Succubi are naturally lazy; eating until full then sleeping until full is their usual way of life.

Tally, who faced no survival pressure, was even more so.

Although her master had not recently recreated the food quality of the night he advanced to the seventh tier, she liked him more and more in her heart.

The love in the food was not quite enough, yet its sweet and sour notes often lingered near her heart.

And when she saw the slightly strange scene before her.

She was already a bit unhappy in her heart, and her master was even unwilling to give me little snacks!!

"Why didn't you call me for dinner!!"

Tally squatted aside and asked discontentedly.

"It's not that I wouldn't call you; the situation was urgent. If I had stopped, Sharon's mana would have been insufficient. Dimia's death was an accident."

"An accident? I don't believe it. That lustful dog definitely seduced you!"

To be honest.

I don't believe it either.

Rod secretly felt something was wrong in his heart.

"Sharon, let's not mention that the 【Sleep Sigil】 happened to be in the array; wasn't your movement at the very beginning too smooth? And you weren't wearing anything inside."

It felt as if she was ready to enter combat at any moment.

"Hmm? I anticipated this situation; I was just making the worst preparations. Otherwise, what do you think I called you here for? You are just a large spiritual reserve item. Focus! Mana is running low!"

Sharon, sweating profusely while manipulating the ether ahead, said in a deep voice.

"..."

This was a very long process.

The witch Dimia's bodily function of converting spirituality into mana required a gradual, steady change.

From noon that day until the next morning.

Exhausted, Sharon activated the array that blocked spirituality, raising it to its maximum limit.

But even so, the witch still showed a trace of painful expression.

"Will it work? She still seems a bit unwell."

Rod stood up as if nothing had happened, stepping on the array that had already been made a complete mess.

"Almost. This level should be no problem. I'm about to fall apart. If Dimia can't make it, I'm going to die."

Sharon fell to the ground, splashing water on the floor, her lips pale enough to be terrifying.

She was mainly exhausted from physical and mental depletion.

Continuous physical attacks and mana consumption, comfort and erosion; contradictory sensations constantly assaulted her.

She couldn't take it anymore.

For a short while, she didn't want to touch that dog man again.

"Are you okay? Won't your mana run dry? Should we continue?"

"Get lost! Get lost!"

Rod smiled and didn't tease her further.

He controlled the slime, Little Black, to deliver a dose of healing fluid to her.

Then he placed her on the sofa that had been shoved to the edge of the living room.

Looking at the dejected little dog.

Rod felt a bit soft-hearted.

He gently patted her head and rubbed her soft dog ears.

He comforted her softly.

"Sharon worked very hard today."

"Hmph."

Sharon felt warm in her heart.

Leaning into his embrace, she nuzzled with her head, acting spoiled just like a real puppy.

She had wanted to kiss him again, but unexpectedly, this fellow pushed her away.

"What are you doing?"

Sharon complained discontentedly.

Then she forcibly pulled the stinky man back and continued leaning against his sturdy chest.

Damn it, why does his scent smell so good?

Sharon slowly closed her eyes; the fatigue on her body seemed to dissipate a bit, and even her mind became much more peaceful.

A faint smile appeared on her face.

If only

this moment could last forever.

"Uh, if you don't mind, I'll feed Tally a meal right here. She's going to starve."

An untimely sentence appeared by her ear.

The sweet smile on Sharon's face quickly faded.

She opened her eyes and saw the succubus beside her with a wicked grin.

Damn it!

So she kicked the man off her with a flying kick.

"Get out! Get out right now!"

Rod and Tally finally solved the food problem in the first-floor washroom.

He felt a bit sorry for Dimia.

These past few days, he had fired cannons in this villa far too many times.

So once Sharon and Dimia's conditions had stabilized, Rod did not stay any longer.

Today happened to be the day the Shi Ying town market opened.

He planned to buy some supplies and stockpile them over at Claw Valley Mountain first, just in case.

After noon, the liveliness of the market began to decline.

It was no longer the noisy, crowded kind.

Rod even saw a familiar figure at a small shop selling fried cakes by the roadside.

Oona, the rabbit-person Bao Mu Fa mage of the Magic Control Union.

She was still wearing a loose white mage robe, with silver trim embroidered with various profound spell runes.

"Oona?"

The rabbit woman turned her head, revealing half of her wheat-colored small face smeared with meat cake juice.

Her cheeks were puffed out, moving up and down as she chewed; quite cute, actually.

"Mr. Rod!"

"A rare guest indeed; I didn't expect to run into you here."

Rod said with a smile.

The Bao Mu Fa mage's charge was currently fighting in the deep Abyss for blood containing divine sparks and had not yet returned, while she herself was currently on paid leave.

It would not be strange for her to come here for leisure.

"I arrived this morning and even went into the forest to find you, but that Tree Spirit Young Lady said you were not at home."

"Ah, yes, just a small matter."

"I can smell the strong scent of girls on you, Rod. You wouldn't be messing around outside behind My Lord Hera's back, would you?"

"What do you mean 'behind My Lord Hera's back'? I don't have any special relationship with My Lord Hera either."

Seeing the rabbit woman's 'I understand' expression, Rod was speechless.

Come to think of it, he had not seen the scorpion woman Hera for a long time.

Most of the things Rod obtained from the bone dragon Megan were generally useless to him.

He originally wanted to sell them to the Magic Control Union, but biological materials from cosmic beings require reporting their source, which is quite troublesome.

Rod simply gave all the fire-attribute and poison-attribute items directly to the scorpion woman Hera.

And after obtaining that piece of high-grade eye demon flesh, the strongest one in the forest entered a seclusion mode.

She has not been seen since.

Perhaps she will advance a step further when we meet next time?

That would be a tremendous good thing.

Rod still has two more instances of assistance from the scorpion woman Hera; the stronger she is, the better.

Even without counting that, the two could be considered friends.

The rabbit-person girl bit off more than half of the meat cake in one go.

"I came for the Beast Transformation Disease."

"Oh, so the Magic Control Union accepted my report?"

Large-scale Beast Transformation Disease also counts as a magical disaster.

With Rod and the forest's current strength, they could barely hold the defensive line with effort, but eradicating the disease among the 160,000 people of the Ke Shi Plain would be somewhat of a pipe dream.

Naturally, one must find someone tall to take the lead.

But Oona shook her head.

"No, Aethelon's attitude is very ambiguous; they neither refused nor accepted. The Magic Control Union generally does not act without authorization from the local regime, and I feel Aethelon cannot afford the reward."

"Uh..."

(End of this chapter)