Crow and Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold, part one

My face is so red you could fry an egg on it... How could I possibly say something like that? Should I say that Mel's body was so comfortable that I tried my best to hold on?

Now I'm starting to get angry too!

So I lunged back into my huddled position, cast a water spell on my body, and then, to Mel's astonishment, lifted my skirt, raised my leg, and, still in the top position, sat down.

"Ah..." We both exclaimed at the same time, then covered our mouths together.

Whew... Don't scream loudly, it's too inappropriate.

So satisfying... It feels so good even though it's a bit bloated...

I shook her, and it seemed like Mel wanted to move too, but I smiled and cast a binding spell on her. Mel was now lying on the bed, dumbfounded and unable to move!

Ha...

Laughing at me, huh...?

Then...

Then we waited until the Butler... now we call him Teacher Nova, and he knocked on the door for the third time before we lazily got out of bed.

Of course, we've all turned back into men by now. Actually, Mel's spell had already worn off halfway through our wild antics, so for the second half, I was just a male mage acting very indecently in a skirt, fooling around. But I wasn't really aware of the second half; my head felt like it was filled with pink cotton candy, and I didn't even know when Mel finished.

Ugh, next time I'm going to forbid him from using endurance spells! My legs and back are about to cramp up.

Whew... I let out a breath, still not really wanting to move... My stomach still feels bloated, I don't need to eat at all.

Mel rolled over and pulled me up. "Xipei, I'll help you take a bath, you can go back to sleep for a while."

Then we lingered in the bathroom for a while longer. Suddenly, I remembered that I had left Moli and the others in the Holy Dragon Empire. But this was a good opportunity to try out the new spell. I activated Damala's contract imprint in my consciousness, and at the other end of the infinitely extending spiritual power, I felt Damala's response.

I ordered her to take two apprentices with her, and the lich quickly gave me a positive answer.

Then I chanted the incantation to summon undead... but the spatial rift that was supposed to appear didn't materialize in front of me! What's going on? Is it because... because the distance is too great?

I slapped my forehead, then pulled out my teacher's notes and started flipping through them—oh, so it's because Damala is a conscious lich. Her arrival at her master's side wasn't as simple as my second teacher's withered corpse; she needed much more power to tear open a larger spatial rift. Therefore, summoning Damala ... requires a state of focused concentration! And the mental energy consumed is probably equivalent to two forbidden spells! I shuddered!—So, there's such a huge gap between me and my teacher!

No wonder that since the Age of Darkness, no dark mage has been able to create sentient undead creatures.

"Xipei?" Mel leaned over, puzzled. He was drying my hair. I showed him the notes, and Mel exclaimed, "Wow, we still have so much to learn!"

Yes!

Damala said, "My teacher could maintain focus all day long, even... while doing that! Magic was instinctive for him, like breathing. No matter the time, one never forgets how to breathe, so my teacher never forgot his magic. Indeed, looking at it this way, I'm still quite a distance from the sages, but..."

That's what gives us more motivation to move forward!

I entered a state of focused concentration and summoned Damala and the Banshee Troupe. I could clearly feel the space inside the tower being torn apart, and a cold yet reassuring aura of death appeared downstairs—that was my lich.

Mel and I were dressed neatly because--

Today is my first family gathering.

Teacher Yamier and Teacher Nova were already waiting in the dining room. Although they didn't need to eat, a family gathering wasn't just about eating. Come to think of it, my liches and banshees didn't need to eat either.

As soon as I appeared, I heard Moli excitedly shout, "Wow! Teacher, you're so cool! You've even learned how to get the lich to buy things without paying and just pick them up and run away!"

What!?

I was shocked to see they were carrying shopping bags overflowing with goods.

"Oh dear! Teacher, don't get excited!" Moli hurriedly shouted, "I was just kidding! I had Mother Queen's agent help with the payment, and I didn't waste money! I used Mother Queen's salary!"

... So using His Majesty the Dragon Emperor's salary to buy things doesn't count as wasting money?

Moli stuck out her tongue, and Teacher Nova quickly snatched the things from their hands, sending them to the appropriate rooms like a tornado. Then she flashed back like a white light, excitedly floating above the table, pulling two ribbons from under the ghostly white sheets, mimicking the action of excitedly rubbing her hands.

Anna grew up in this tower. Although she never saw Yamier in person, she did see the echoes of his memories. Now, Mel explained to them that the echoes of memories had become Tower Spirit. I looked around at the people sitting at the table, the ghosts, and the dead Damala, and that feeling that made my eyes sting with tears welled up again.

I took a deep breath; the aroma of the food was invigorating, and the air inside the tower was even more captivating.

--The Dark Mage Ciprins now has a home, not that gloomy, cold bunker, nor the single apartment provided by the research institute, but a magnificent mage tower, where teachers, partners, apprentices, and...

"Huh?"

Everyone stared in astonishment at the banshees who had been standing to the side. They had somehow changed into identical long gowns and lined up. One of the banshees, holding a conductor's baton, said to me, "Master Xipei, we used to be the most famous choir in the entire Northern Kingdom! Even the elven singers praised our performances!"

Wow...

I couldn't help but glare at Moli —look at her! The Death Banshee has such a terrifying voice, yet she's trained into a choir. And you, a perfectly normal girl, why do you scream more terrifyingly than a banshee every day?

Chapter 102 The Crow and the Alpaca (crossed out) Reynold

My name is Pine Mist Angela. We druids put our surnames first, so that every time we introduce ourselves, the kind-hearted housewife behind the door will know that we are the ones who can help her cows produce milk.

Inducing lactation in cows...

Damn it, why did I have to learn this stuff?

As I was milking the cow, I was thinking about this when a grumpy cow kicked me in the face, covering my face in mud.

Then...

And the beef soup that night was especially delicious.

My original name was Angela Rhodes. My parents, according to my teacher, were both Magitech Corps who died in the line of duty in the Osland Federation. When I was less than a month old, they fought against the Annihilation Cult, a traditional enemy that was as stubborn as a leech on this continent, and sacrificed themselves to defend the border.

But later, I heard from my teacher that when my mother was alive, they called her the Thunder Valkyrie, a mecha warrior skilled in both magic and martial arts. Even without piloting a mecha, she could send a floating fighter flying with a single sword. Of course, as an orphan adopted by the Druid Southern Sect, I never met my legendary biological mother. However, my teacher felt that I might have inherited some of her less desirable traits—

For example, when I swatted away that two-story-tall, three-eyed giant spider, my teacher was transformed into a koala, hanging in the tree, dumbfounded.

Then he silently crawled to the ground and began to earnestly educate me. "Angela, you must understand that as guardians of nature, we cannot act so violently. We must be close to nature and cherish it. Every life in nature is so precious..."

... Who was that person who screamed in fright at the three-eyed spider's hairy legs? Was it a terrified, toothless old lady?

Damn it, you want me to milk cows? Milk my ass! Can't you guys learn from modern factories and use machines to milk cows? Milking by hand is so outdated, and you won't even buy me a smartphone!