643. Eleanor's Lucky Star

Sobs, whimpers, and muffled curses drifted from the gray, dusty factory building not far away.

That was Duke Eleanor's tool for making money—the day-in, day-out background noise of the Blood Cattle factory.

The Succubus Mengya turned a deaf ear to it. She was too lazy even to glance that way.

The Goblin Stinky Fish beside her did not so much as twitch an ear. They had long since learned to treat such noise as no different from the wind.

The two of them walked forward along the straight flagstone road, heading for the center ringed by those factory buildings—a towering spire.

They had taken barely twenty steps when the racket behind them came to an abrupt halt. Soundproofing Magic Arrays had been set up around every Blood Cattle factory.

Ahead, the tower drew closer and closer.

It was very tall, standing out starkly in this area dominated by low factory buildings.

But what truly made it special was not its height, but the Mycelium clinging to its surface and the several Big Mushrooms growing from it.

Anyone who did not know better would think the tower had been abandoned for years without maintenance.

In truth, however, the tower had only just been built.

It was just that the one living inside—was a Mushroom Race.

"The color of these mushrooms is getting darker and darker," Mengya said casually, looking up at the giant mushrooms. "They're almost black."

Stinky Fish lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced up, then let them droop again.

"Mm."

He did not look a second time. He did not care at all about changes in mushroom color.

When the two of them reached the foot of the tower, Mengya suddenly stopped.

A familiar figure was walking out through the tower door.

Tall, cold, with the expression Mengya hated