"You're a real madman—"
Having fully understood Ian's plan, even Morgan, who thought she could maintain absolute composure, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"To actually use promiscuity as a promise to the warriors?"
"You should know what the consequences of this will be."
"Of course, I understand."
Ian met Morgan's gaze.
"The moment this stimulation stops, I will immediately lose their loyalty, and it might even escalate into an unprecedented riot."
"That's what you're worried about, isn't it?"
"But to look at it another way, if I can fulfill this promise, doesn't that mean that no matter how dangerous it gets, there will always be a group of people to help us?"
"That possibility does exist."
Morgan touched her chin, a look of great interest on her face.
"If that's the case—"
"Master, would you like to make that possibility more stable?"
"Oh?"
The moment Morgan said this, Ian smelled a food-like aroma coming from her.
"Then, what do you plan to do?"
"Very simple—"
"Since what you hope for, Master, is for all the warriors of Britannia to go wild for this, then a little assistance is naturally needed, right?"
Almost instantly, Ian got Morgan's idea.
"You mean…"
"To create a drug that makes people unable to resist joining in, right?"
"Yes."
The corners of Morgan's mouth turned up.
"I'm not some upright Caster. If this can help you achieve your goal, Master, I think I would be very willing."
"You truly are a useful woman."
"Then, without further ado—"
"Let's begin immediately."
Logically speaking, perhaps Morgan's help wasn't necessary. Ian felt he had enough ways to make those unsworn warriors become loyal to Boudica.
But since Morgan had proposed a better method, Ian knew he had no reason to refuse.
"Then, first we need to establish a Magecraft workshop—"
Morgan said this, and then, with Boudica's help, began to cleanly and efficiently set up the various kinds of Magecraft required.
Of course.
At this time, Boudica was naturally still confused by Morgan's request.
"What are you two doing…?"
Ian didn't rush to speak, instead giving the floor to Morgan.
Given her special feelings for Boudica, she might want to do something.
As expected, it was just as the man had predicted.
Morgan soon spoke:
"It's just some simple tools."
"Boudica, you don't need to worry."
"I see…"
Boudica smiled frankly.
"Then I'm relieved."
"I have other things to attend to, so I won't disturb you two any longer."
The Magecraft workshop quickly fell silent, leaving only Morgan handling the drugs that could excite the people of Britannia.
"It's done."
"As expected of you. You finished so quickly?"
"Mm—"
"The principle behind this kind of thing is just too simple."
Morgan said this, then took out a small, tablet-like object.
"Master, if it's made in this shape, it shouldn't be so repulsive, right?"
"It would be fine even if it wasn't this shape."
Ian directly swallowed the pill Morgan had made in one gulp.
"Wait, Master, this is—" Morgan looked at Ian in surprise.
"I know."
"Someone has to test its effects, right?"
As Ian spoke, he stretched his muscles and bones.
"But it seems like your medicine isn't working."
"How is that possible?"
Morgan looked at Ian in disbelief. She had thought he was deceiving her, but found that was not the case. He had no reaction at all—after taking this drug, his whole body should have been burning up. How could he be so calm now? Could it be... there was something wrong with the drug? No. That should be impossible. Could it be that she got the proportions wrong somewhere? Harboring various thoughts, Morgan directly followed Ian's example and stuffed the other pill into her mouth.
However—
When the drug slid down her throat and began to take effect, she found that the situation was not like that at all. Wrong. This was wrong. This was absolutely wrong. Morgan felt as if her entire body was being roasted by flames.
She immediately realized a possibility—
That is...
The drug was fine.
The one with the problem was her Master!
"Morgan, you don't look so good."
"N-No, it's nothing."
Morgan bit her lip, doing her best to hide the stimulation brought by the drug.
"Master, the medicine is fine."
"Let's start moving immediately!"
However—
What the Witch didn't know was that in her Master Ian's eyes, her body, which had become scorching due to the drug, was already emitting wave after wave of aroma, just like roasted food. But, it could become even more delicious. That night. According to the plan, Boudica gathered all the warriors she could summon at the time.
Although she still felt a trace of shame about the plan Ian mentioned, compared to that future of destruction, she would rather take the gamble.
"Everyone, please begin the revelry—"
After Boudica finished speaking, Morgan also synchronized her own methods. An aroma permeated the area, the kind of scent most likely to stimulate the beast within a person's heart. Soon, the scene descended into chaos.
And as the "culprit" of all this, Morgan did not witness the chaos she had single-handedly created.
Because she discovered a very terrifying fact:
That is…
The drug's effect hadn't worn off.
Yes.
Right now, her entire body was filled with that scorching sensation brought by the drug.
.
In this state, if she were to see her Master Ian again, who knew what more terrifying things would happen…
However—
What Morgan worried about did not happen.
But something even more unexpected occurred. That was Boudica taking Ian's hand. The people affected were not only the warriors of Britannia who needed to maintain their loyalty. Similarly, as the future queen, Boudica would of course be affected too! And the person she chose was her Master!
"Come in—"
Boudica's gaze towards Ian was already full of love.
"Then I'll be in your care."
Boudica's tent flap was lifted just like that. As Morgan watched, the two of them entered, one after the other.
"..."
It was unclear whether it was due to the drug or some other reason. The moment she saw Ian go inside, Morgan felt unhappy. It wasn't that she liked her that much now. It was more a… feeling of discomfort from not being chosen.
It was like having two excellent things placed before the same person, and once again, she was the one not chosen.
And if one were to really talk about it… Boudica and her Master had only known each other for a short while, could she really be so easily taken?
Harboring various thoughts, Morgan slowly approached the tent where Boudica and Ian were.
Seemingly having deliberately chosen a location far from the crowd, as soon as Morgan got close, she saw the two people inside by the light of the tent.
All her previous fantasies vanished at this moment.
That's right—
He made his move. And it was the kind without any reservations.
"..."
Morgan looked to both sides, and after confirming no one was around, she moved a little closer. This time, she could even hear the sounds.
However—
The moment she heard the sound, Morgan found it was a bit different from what she had imagined.
Logically, when the woman was in a completely passive position below and the man was in the active position above, what one should hear are sweet nothings that wouldn't be easily vented in normal times.
But!
At this moment, what Morgan was listening to were the man's serious words.
"Boudica, although I'm reluctant to say this while you're so pleased—"
"But…"
"If you truly believe I can help you, then please me as much as you can."
"I swear in the name of [Slaanesh], I will bring you absolute victory."
That's right. Rather than saying Ian and Boudica were truly engaged in some intimate act between a man and a woman at this moment, it was more like the man was unilaterally demanding the woman to think clearly about whether to offer him her loyalty.
Moreover, if judging from the tone, it seemed to involve some means related to the future.
"Yes, I am willing."
And like Ian, Boudica was not as Morgan had imagined, offering herself to him immediately after pulling him into her tent.
"If it can save everyone, I am willing to do anything."
"Very good—"
"If that's the case, I think I must do something for you."
Inside the tent illuminated by light, under Morgan's gaze, the Master who had summoned her to Chaldea began to transform into something black. In just a moment, Boudica, who had been in a passive posture, was drawn into it and tightly enveloped.
Through the interplay of light and shadow, Morgan even confirmed the parts Ian had invaded—they were all a woman's extremely vital spots, and right now, he was there, continuously corroding something.
Swallowed.
It was as if Ian had completely eaten Boudica, leaving only her head exposed for basic breathing.
But even so, from Boudica's constantly writhing body, Morgan could guess how she was feeling.
The drug's effect had completely passed at this moment.
But Morgan found she couldn't calm down at all.
That's only natural—such a terrifying and somewhat sinful scene was unfolding right before her eyes. No one could possibly remain rational.
No.
I can't watch.
Morgan closed her eyes and covered her ears.
But she soon discovered that even with such complete isolation, the magical energy flowing from the tent still reached her without any pressure.
"Come, Morgan."
"Come in, Morgan."
Words like from hell echoed in the Princess's ears.
She found she had still underestimated Ian.
Although that guy's memories were shared with her without any concealment.
But his inner nature was still that of a demon.
Not now…
If I fall into this, there will be nothing left.
Morgan used all her magical energy to resist the erosion of that feeling.
The Princess of Britain, for the first time in her life, felt such immense pressure.
However—
Morgan's self-defense did not change the progress of reality.
Boudica began to emit indescribable sounds, and that indulgent noise soon passed through the tent, like a war drum, echoing in the sky above the settlement.
Soon, the warriors who were originally only under the influence of the drug became even more vigorous.
"Delicious…"
"Truly delicious…"
Alone in the tent, Ian felt the magical energy surging from all directions and revealed an excited expression.
As expected—
The choice to "devour" Boudica was the right one.
As the yet-to-be-completed Queen of Britannia, she possessed terrifying potential.
[Indulgence] injected;
[Pain] injected;
Feeling Boudica's body being opened up by him bit by bit, Ian became increasingly excited.
"Boudica, become the Queen who leads Britannia."
"Understood—"
With only her head exposed in the black shadow, Boudica showed an obsessed expression.
"I will."
Time flew by amidst extreme revelry.
By the time the sun rose, the settlement was filled with warriors lying there and the women who had been willing to offer themselves.
Looking at Boudica, who had been completely "remodeled" by him, Ian stroked the black patterns on her body with great satisfaction.
He walked out of the tent, only to see an unexpected situation.
Morgan was leaning there, having fallen asleep at some unknown time.
"Morgan?"
"..."
"Master?" The awakened Witch seemed a little flustered the moment she saw the man.
"Why are you here?" Ian continued to ask.
"I was just passing by—"
Speaking words even she couldn't believe, the sounds and images from yesterday surfaced in Morgan's mind once again.
"Master, your plan was a great success."
"Yes."
Ian extended a hand and helped Morgan up.
"You did very well this time—"
"As expected of the Princess of Britain."
For a moment, Morgan didn't know what to say. Having witnessed Ian's state yesterday, she was now a bit unsure of what her Master truly was.
But just then—
"Ian~"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's projection very timely "saved the scene."
The young girl was seen waving her hand over there, shouting.
"I figured out where I am!"
"Over here, I've arrived in Rome!"
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