Master’s Smile

Sorglos finally opened her eyes.

She felt as if she had been attached to something very warm and comforting until halfway through, but she didn’t have that warmth anymore and hugged her own body.

“Ugh… our head….”

She tried to get up, but her head was throbbing with pain.

It was definitely because of the alcohol.

Sorglos quickly analyzed the toxin in her system.

“Uuuh… we shouldn’t have drunk liquor….”

As she said this, she began to eliminate the toxin in her body.

It wasn’t difficult for her to detoxify the alcohol due to the fact that she could easily turn her own blood into a deadly poison.

“Fuuh… we feel refreshed, yes.”

After completely eliminating the remaining alcohol in her body, Sorglos woke up.

When doing so, the blanket that was covering her fell off.

Sorglos picked it up, brought it close to her face and smelled it.

“…Muh, there’s a faint scent of Master. Seems that he has not been away for that long, yes.”

From the lingering scent, she could deduce how long her most beloved master had been away from her.

Standing up and looking around, she saw the disaster that had followed after the banquet.

Apollo was asleep, snoring loudly with a bottle of liquor in his hand.

He seemed to have gotten tired of pouring liquor into his mug and was drinking directly from the bottle.

Meanwhile, Rieg was groaning under the weight of him.

It was only natural that he would be reluctant to join the party if he was subjected to this at every drinking party.

Heroro was also asleep, wrapped in a blanket near them.

When she tried to look for signs of Lucille and Lucica, she discovered that they had returned to Lucica’s room and were sleeping together.

Indeed, no matter how much Master’s mana is slowing down the progress of the curse, it was obviously better to sleep on the bed and rest.

“Now then, as for Master….”

Sorglos widened her range of Presence Sense and searched for Master.

She then managed to detect him outside the guild.

Once she processed the information, she disappeared, believing she had no more use of this guild.

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Master was sitting on a little hill, looking up at the moon and stars that shined brightly while covering the night sky.

What in the world could he be thinking about?

Sorglos wondered as she stared blankly at her master’s back.

All the alcohol should have been removed, but just looking at her master’s back gave her a drunken feeling of pleasure.

After all, she was more than happy to continue staring at her master from behind.

Of course, standing next to him or pulling his hand forward would also be nice, but to her, the best thing for her to do was to watch him from behind.

“Master.”

However this time, she wanted to look up at Master’s face from the side.

When she called out to him, she was met with a warm smile and a soft voice.

The action itself was also a reward for Sorglos.

“We’re fine. The alcohol had been removed, yes.”

Sorglos nodded her head.

She felt that she had forgotten something nice for some reason….

She was very weak at drinking and basically lost her memory whenever she got drunk, but her sixth sense was telling her that there was something that made her feel incredibly happy.

She would cherish those sensations on extremely rare occasions like this.

If she had a bad day, she would still feel kind of gloomy, and if she had a happy day, like this one, her heart would feel warm.

“(Hmmm… It’s like we’ve forgotten something that’s too good to be forgotten….)”

Sorglos swayed in frustration, but stopped thinking about it when her master looked at her with concern.

“May I sit next to you…?”

Sorglos asked and the answer was a resounding yes.

“Then, please excuse me….”

Sorgloss sat down and was glued to her master.

Master was smiling as he didn’t seem to mind, so he let her force her way through.

It was not too hot tonight, so it seemed that this was still acceptable.

Just in case, she tried to keep her body temperature down so that her master wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

“(It would do no good if the others saw us like this, yes.)”

Use of force will be enacted without a doubt, but she will most likely take the challenge.

While thinking so, Sorglos looked at her master’s face.

He was smiling and looking up at the night sky.

“(He wasn’t smiling this much when we first met, yes.)”

Sorglos remembered the first time she had met Master.

At that time, Sorglos was not even in her human form yet.

The Master at that time had a much more stern look on his face than he does now.

“(The old Master was cool, but the current Master has more warmth to him, yes.)”

That was what Sorglos thought of her master.

Of course, even among the members of Yelquchira, there were some different opinions.

Members who wanted to be pampered by their master, like Laladi and Sorglos, wanted their master to be as gentle as they were now.

On the other hand, M(Masochist)-minded members such as Ritter and Reese sometimes miss the old Master.

However in truth, the old Master was not as harsh and hard on them, so it was a 50/50 split.

They should go along with what their master does, no matter what kind of personality their master has. This is the “Salvation Army (Yelquchira)”.

“May I ask what you were thinking about?”

Sorglos broke the ice.

It was natural for her to want him to share anything that was on his mind.

Master replied that he was thinking about Lucille and the others.

He said that he was impressed by the guild’s willingness to spend all of their money and effort for the sake of Lucica.

“(Ahh… We’re sure that’s not possible for us….)”

Sorglos chuckled as she recalled the members’ faces, including herself.

As they were definitely not like Lucille’s guild.

If they found out that someone had been affected by a curse where death was inevitable, it would most likely be rather festive instead.

In any case, everyone can shut down a curse like Lagell’s even before it affected their bodies, and even if they got cursed, the ones who could accept their master’s mana had enough capacity to the point of canceling the curse out.

Master smiled warmly and looked at Sorglos, saying that he hoped our guild would have a cozier feeling.

“M-Mmhmm. That’s true.”

Sorglos nodded, thinking that it would be impossible as long as Master was around.

However, without Master, Sorglos and the others would definitely not belong to a single group, so he was indispensable.

“Nu? We, is it?”

Master asked if there was anything troubling Sorglos.

Was he trying to make a cozy feeling for their guild immediately?

It’s hard to imagine a dark cozy guild, though.

“Hmmmmm….”

Sorglos was deep in thought.

She didn’t have any particular worries.

She was already happy just following her master, stalk-… watching his back and escorting him.

Thinking about it, Sorglos finally came up with something.

“The size of our chest, yes.”

She felt her master’s smile tightened.

But without realizing it, Sorglos proceeded to rub her own chest over her ninja outfit.

“Well, we think this size is the best, but we are troubled when Laladi-dono and Krankheit-dono treat us like one of them, yes.”

Laladi and Krankheit were the proudest flat-chested duo of Yelquchira.

They were frantically trying to find comrades-in-arms in Yelquchira, which is full of people with plump mountains.

Normally, they would say, “Hah? We don’t need any friends.”, but when it came to chest sizes, they were always looking for comrades.

Sorglos was about to be forced to join such a flat-chest alliance.

Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, but she was still considered to have a flat chest by both of them.

If that was the only reason, Sorglos wouldn’t mind joining them that much, but she could alter the size of her breasts as she wanted them to be.

Hence, she doesn’t really like being lumped together as having a flat chest.

“What do you think, Master?”

Sorglos looked up at her master who was sitting next to her.

Was it her imagination that her master’s cheeks seemed to be tightening?

“We find this size to be the easiest to move around in… but we’re willing to make it bigger if that’s what Master wants, yes.”

Sorglos entwined around her master’s arms while saying that she can develop her body just like what he wishes.

As a matter of fact, it would be best if her breasts were completely removed for ease of movement.

There would be no need to cover her chest with a sarashi (cloth).

However, this would mean that Sorglos, who was covered from head to toe, would not be able to show any of the attractive parts of a woman.

She could have the chance to tie her long hair in a ponytail, but other than that, she basically only has her eyes exposed.

“(If it’s like that, Master won’t be interested in us as a woman.)”

She was happy to just watch him from behind, but it was only natural that she wanted to be favored.

Therefore, she couldn’t really transform her breasts and buttocks, which had stood out in her ninja outfit, into something more of a man.

Sorglos, too, is a woman, albeit a stalker.

“So, what do you think?”

Sorglos said so and pressed her breasts hard onto his arm.

Of course, Master could not see that her breasts were obscenely warped as she was wearing a ninja outfit, but he could imagine.

Not too big, not too small, but just the right size, Sorglos’ breasts were pressed together to create cleavage.

“Now then, what will it be?” as Sorglos said while looking up at her master with confidence….

“Muoh-….”

Sorglos’ flame of lust was instantly extinguished when her master put his hand on her head.

She looked up at him while he gently stroked her head with a wry smile.

“Muu….”

Seems like today was not the day either.

Sorglos puffed out her cheeks adorably under her facecloth, but she already knew that it couldn’t be helped.

If her master could be defeated this easily, it would not be surprising if someone else had already gotten his affection.

That was how great the appeal of each member of “Salvation Army (Yelquchira)” has.

There was even one member, an Alraune, who had planned to kidnap and confine their master to live a decadent life alone with him.

Thus, Sorglos thought she had no choice this time and put her head on her master’s shoulder.