"Are you the only one here, Epsilon? Where's Beta?"
In the most exclusive hot spring hotel in the city, Leon yawned and stretched, though yesterday's hot spring had been wasted thanks to Beta's nosebleed.
Still, he could enjoy it in other ways.
What a shame, honestly.
If Beta had managed to hold out yesterday, Leon wouldn't have minded eating the silver-haired elf… but she had fainted.
[The Goddess' Judgment] was today.
Leon wanted to confirm the battle plan with the two girls, but early in the morning, only Epsilon was waiting for him.
"Master, that hateful villain—no, Beta—has already gone to the site. I will be your personal assistant today. Please, give me any order."
"Is that so… You're looking quite big today."
"Am I?"
"It's nothing, nothing."
Not at Epsilon's dazed expression,
Leon averted his eyes from that fierce glare.
Epsilon immediately blushed and straightened her back.
She wore clothes that fully covered her neck and collar, but they always deliberately emphasized her chest.
That contradictory feeling of not wanting others to notice, yet also wanting them to think she was big, was obvious.
But of course, all of it was fake.
Leon drifted into his memories.
It was about six or seven years ago.
Epsilon had once prostrated herself on the ground, kneeling before him.
With an aura that could put both Gamma and Ningguang to shame, she had sought a certain kind of knowledge from Leon.
Epsilon: "Master, please, tell me how to make my chest bigger!"
Leon: "...Sorry, I don't know."
Epsilon: "How could this be? Even Master doesn't know."
Leon: "…"
Even he, with the knowledge of thousands of books, had no reliable knowledge on how to make a woman's breasts grow—neither in his past life nor in this one.
An airport is an airport, and a melon is a melon.
Some conditions are determined by DNA, and no world, anywhere, had advanced enough to rewrite DNA sequences.
Even if he scoured all of Palettia's forbidden tomes, he would never find a spell to make that part grow.
Leon: "Then I'm sorry, Epsilon, your ideal cannot be achieved."
At the time, he thought the girl would give up.
But Leon had never expected this.
Epsilon's obsession was so deep, she lost herself to it!
In other words, she began using her slime suit to enlarge her chest.
Leon: "I consider myself tolerant and generous."
I analyze most things objectively and don't make biased comments without cause…
Let's try.
After all, plenty of people cheat in this world, and I wouldn't say it's wrong, but…
Her padding was far too exaggerated.
It was clearly a race track, yet somehow felt like trying to imagine Mount Everest! It was beyond cushioning—it was 100% fake!
But even so…
"Ahem, so then, what about now?"
"My lord?"
"The weather today isn't great, and Epsilon is in fine form as well."
Leon hesitated for a moment before saying it.
Normally, with his pride, he would never praise an imitation. No matter how realistic, a copy remained a copy.
Between pirated copies and genuine ones, normal people would always choose the latter.
But even if it was fake—
Leon felt he still had to respect his subordinate's effort. No, not just effort—her obsession crystallized into persistence, deserving acknowledgment.
Leon: Fake breasts are still fake breasts. But if you're happy, Epsilon… I look forward to seeing you.
On the other side, upon receiving her master's praise, Epsilon felt all her efforts had finally been rewarded. She immediately exclaimed with excitement:
"No, I don't dare to accept! I must work harder! Yes! I'll push myself even further!"
"Uh, don't push yourself too much."
"No! I'll definitely work harder and go even higher!"
(It seems my encouragement had the opposite effect.) Leon thought.
He looked at Epsilon, already ablaze with passion after receiving recognition. It seemed she truly intended to climb to the peak of this twisted path.
Well, leave it at that.
That darkness was too deep.
But what surprised Leon most was that, by walking this twisted path, Epsilon had truly grown stronger.
To make sure her chest didn't look out of place, she had trained her magical manipulation to the extreme.
Though she had no so-called "genius" talent, she mastered mana control to a level not inferior to his own.
One could only say: all roads lead to Rome. Even if it's a crooked path, it's still a path, and by walking it to the end, you become stronger.
"Ahem, it's about time we discussed the battle plan."
"Ah, yes!"
Finally, Leon confirmed the plan.
"Emmm, this was drafted by Gamma?"
"Yes."
"As expected of her, it's a perfect plan… but the refinement of the core is lacking. This time, we'll follow my plan. If nothing else, we can settle everything in one stroke today."
"As expected of Master, I'll notify everyone immediately."
Epsilon took out the magical communication tool and informed all the girls in the Holy Land that the plan had changed.
At first, the girls were a bit skeptical when they heard the news, but once they learned it was Leon who had changed it, they immediately obeyed his decision.
Within Night Raid.
Leon's word was supreme law.
Leon: "The Goddess' Judgment… Interesting."
It was a grand annual event held in the Holy Land.
The challenger would awaken the memory of an ancient warrior of the sanctuary and then duel that memory. Of course, not everyone could summon one, and those without sufficient strength would not be answered by the sanctuary.
Even if hundreds participated, in the end, only a dozen or so could succeed.
Though not as Palettia's prince—
Leon still planned to participate.
He didn't know if he could summon an ancestral warrior equal to his own strength. If he could… the thought excited him.
Leon: "The only thing I might summon is that one… Demon Diablos."
It was known that the sanctuary was used by the cult to seal the corpse of Demon Diablos.
Thus, the ancient warriors summoned were all warlords preserved in Diablos' memory.
With his power, there was no doubt he could summon the strongest memory among them—none other than the Demon Diablos himself!
Leon couldn't help but anticipate it.
The being who had brought disaster and chaos to the world thousands of years ago—so strong that even a primordial dragon would be tortured for millennia by just a trace of its blood.
Just how strong must it be?
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(End of Chapter)
"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."