The fresh, cool breeze from outside the window made Helant squint his eyes in comfort.
Now that the annoying nuisance had finally left, he could return to Nazarick at last.
He missed the warm bed in the Royal Suite and wanted to soak in Nazarick's hot springs.
He missed the two little ones, Mare and Aura, and also Albedo's warm, soft, delicate figure.
After enjoying the breeze for a while longer, Helant impatiently summoned a Doppelganger to take over his shift with Momonga and the others.
Leaving Nabe in charge of Adventurer affairs, he temporarily sent the clingy Mino back to the Heart of the Sanctuary to arrange the materials for crafting items.
Then he and Momonga returned to their respective rooms.
The room was dimly lit—perfect for resting.
With a thought, Helant changed into pajamas and flopped straight onto the soft bed.
The large silk-woven bed was smooth and yielding, as though he were lying among the clouds.
A rich, fragrant scent drifted up from the quilt and Helant drew it deep into his nostrils.
"Ahh… this scent… I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before."
"Lord Helant… it's my body fragrance~" A warm breath brushed against his ear, making it tingle slightly.
Helant lazily rolled over to look.
Albedo, dressed in a white-gold cheongsam, knelt on the bed and leaned forward, the posture accentuating her firm, full, rounded curves.
The wings at her waist fluttered constantly, stirring a gentle breeze that lifted strands of her hair and pressed them against her faintly flushed cheeks. Her beautiful eyes blinked playfully, ripples of anticipation shimmering within them.
Tsk, as expected of a succubus.
Helant suddenly felt a heat rising in his chest. He simply sat up, leaned against the headboard, and pulled the closely following Albedo into his arms.
"Why are you wearing [Downfall of Castle and Country]? Are you planning something improper against me?"
The white-gold Downfall of Castle and Country fit Albedo perfectly. Helant could not help but examine this World Item closely.
As an item that could only be used by women, it truly displayed feminine charm to the extreme.
"Hel… today, Mare and Aura won't be coming."
Albedo's slender, jade-white hands wrapped around Helant's neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.
Last time, she had not been fully prepared and let Mare and Aura ruin things.
This time, she had made complete preparations to ensure no one would disturb them all day.
As for why she was wearing Downfall of Castle and Country… "As the first World Item Nazarick seized in this world, I thought… first times are worth commemorating, aren't they~"
As she spoke, the small wings behind Albedo's waist flapped uncontrollably against Helant's side.
Looking at the fully ripened red apple before him, Helant was in no hurry to taste it directly.
Instead, he continued to study Downfall of Castle and Country.
The patterns on it were beautiful. Helant's hand pressed against the soft fabric, lingering there for a long time.
"Mm-hmm~"
Albedo let out a soft cry, and the feathered wings behind her flapped even more joyfully.
"Actually, the inner lining is the best part."
"Ahh~" Albedo grabbed Helant's hand and guided it from her fragrant shoulder into the side opening of the cheongsam.
The moment it slipped inside, the back of his hand clearly felt that the inner lining of Downfall of Castle and Country was exquisitely designed—soft against the skin, with a smooth, lingering warmth.
The warmth and silkiness against his palm were even more exquisite than against the back of his hand.
This made Albedo twist her body incessantly, her golden eyes filling with a misty haze.
"The inner lining is indeed very well-designed—smooth, delicate, warm, and soft."
Hearing Helant's praise, Albedo's small wings never stopped, constantly fluttering against Helant's side.
"Let me see how these little wings of yours come out from your lower back."
Curious, Helant slid his hand down from above to the base of Albedo's wings.
"Fuwaa… ahhh~"
To let Helant better study Downfall of Castle and Country, Albedo actually lay prone on top of him.
At her lower back, her rounded curves trembled incessantly, causing her small black wings to shake up and down along with them.
A more intense, rich fragrance suddenly spread through the air.
Helant graciously continued to stroke the base of the black wings; he truly hadn't expected Downfall of Castle and Country to have a body-size adaptation function.
This was truly wonderful.
Once he had studied the wings enough, Helant still needed to investigate whether this cheongsam-style Downfall of Castle and Country would affect Albedo's combat effectiveness in actual battle.
Albedo was a warrior type. Unlike magic-based classes that stood still to deal damage, she had to be able to move flexibly.
Helant's fingers skillfully pressed upward from Albedo's calf.
First, through the smooth, white skin, he felt that Albedo combined strength with beauty.
The hem of the cheongsam was long, but it was slit up to the waist.
Thus, Helant easily confirmed that Albedo's thighs were full and curvaceous.
However, her smooth, white, long legs didn't seem to impact her combat effectiveness much.
After a brief moment of thought, Helant decided to refine a type of black, silk-like stocking that combined flexibility and defense, to gift to Albedo and protect these exposed beautiful legs.
In Helant's conception, that magic item should also have an effect directed at himself, increasing attack speed.
But… it wasn't needed for now.
He still needed to continue his research and inspection upward.
The base of the thighs was wrapped tightly; at a glance, this would affect practical combat.
As a World Alchemist, Helant had his own set of judgment methods for magic items, equipment, and the like.
He naturally pressed onto her rounded curves and said softly, "Albedo, wiggle a bit. I need to properly judge the impact of Downfall of Castle and Country on your movements."
"Mmm."
Feeling Helant's large hand pressing on her vital spot, Albedo obediently complied.
After all, if it really affected her combat ability, she wouldn't be worthy of serving the Supreme Being!
Helant's hands had forged countless pieces of equipment. With Albedo's cooperation, he instantly reached a judgment.
Soft, elastic, and perky—these were undoubtedly characteristics of extreme flexibility. Helant couldn't help but marvel.
"As expected of a World Item, it doesn't hinder the user's flexibility at all."
Albedo's wings flapped downward, her smooth feathers sweeping across Helant's hands.
He met the spring-like tenderness in Albedo's eyes at his chest.
"Hel, now that the research is over, can we start the ...practical combat~"
A smile curled on Helant's handsome, holy face as he caught the rich fragrance in the air.
"Practical combat is an art, and even more so, an enjoyment."
In Tabula's design, Albedo's setting was a tank, meant to protect Helant. She was a teammate and must not attack him.
However, this was a sparring session and had to be taken seriously.
After experiencing bloodshed, cries of pain, and intense practical combat, it finally ended with Helant's overwhelming victory.
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