Show Me Your Stats!

Ayra dragged her tired feet back to the inn. In an urgent situation where she had to save money as much as possible, the inn was shabby and lacking, not just for a mage but even for a lord to stay in. This place, Bolni, was also full of Morunka followers, so at the entrance of the inn, there were three wooden flowers hanging.

She bought a dish that she couldn’t tell if it was smoked chicken or duck, and a drink. She felt like she couldn’t sleep tonight without drinking. Reflecting on the hardships since coming to Solar, Ayra's resentment toward the one who killed her family flared up.

Since there wasn’t even a table in the room, Ayra sat on the bed and began her little drinking party. While drinking to get completely drunk, with the tough smoked bird dish as her side dish, she sighed. It seemed like the stone was trying to comfort her, as it stuck to her cheek with a slap.

‘How much will it be if I sell everything in my space and buy food?’

If it came to that, Ayra thought she might have to personally go back and forth to buy food. Anyway, there was enough space in her personal dimension for about two carts worth. Which path should she take to be the most efficient? She brought up the map window while pondering.

“Hm, here’s the lord’s castle. This path should be Dalum Gorge... and this is the path I used to go to Sobletz. The shortest path to connect with Bolni... it’s really narrow. It barely fits one cart.”

Each path was marked with a checkpoint indicating the territory it connected to. Ayra kept zooming in and out of the map in order to search for the most efficient and quickest path when she suddenly paused. Frowning, she zoomed the map out again. Usually, it only showed Solar's land, but now that she was in Bolni, she could zoom in further.

“Activate the map.”

At Ayra’s request, a huge amount of magic drained out, and several colored dots began appearing on the map. These were the beings detectable by the awakening magic in Bolni. Struggling to suppress her nausea from the intense magical drain, she thoroughly examined the map.

Her pale cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and with her eyes sparkling as she focused intensely, Ayra’s gaze followed the path from the inn, the merchant she visited today, and where the messenger bird was located, extending all the way to the mountain range. Soon, her gaze stopped at one point.

A bright smile spread across Ayra’s face as she raised her finger to poke at the spot where the dots were densely packed, but then she waved her hand in the air. As the flow of magic was suddenly cut off, the dots on the map froze as if they had been preserved.

“This could be useful as a path, maybe?”

Ayra muttered, double-checking to make sure she hadn’t misread it.

“...Come to think of it, there are things we could sell in our territory, right?”

Chuckling crazily, she finally couldn’t resist the alcohol and fatigue and collapsed backward. With a thud, she hit her head or body against the wall and then flopped onto the bed.

“Our territory... we need to make some money...”

The drunk mage mumbled happily as she fell into a deep sleep. Even while sleeping, Ayra couldn't suppress her smile as the map window flickered above her head.

Soon, the stone pressed itself against its owner’s red forehead. Its black dot-like eyes sparkled as it stared at the map window. From the direction the spirit's gaze was focused, a path made of blue dots faintly glowed.

As the spirit closed its eyes, all the dots on the map disappeared, leaving only a single red dot. The red dot, which was fairly close, blinked for a moment before vanishing along with the map window.

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“Welcome, my lord.”

As Ayra entered, the maze slaves greeted her in unison, bowing deeply. She almost passed by without thinking, but then paused, tilting her head. There were fewer slaves than usual.

“Where is one of them?”

Upon hearing her question, the longest-serving slave, unable to meet Ayra’s gaze, politely spoke.

“Oben passed away this morning.”

“I told you to be especially careful when feeding the beasts.”

Ayra clicked her tongue lightly. No matter how many times she warned them, at least once a month, a slave would break the safety rules and be killed by a beast.

“The beasts I manage, no matter how beautiful, cute, or impressive they look, can kill a person in an instant. I’ve told you many times that they require delicate and special care.”

This week, Ayra took a heavy book from the shelf and placed it with a thud. It was an important book, in which she had written all the precautions carefully on each page.

The slaves were all criminals who had killed multiple people before being caught and sentenced to death. Sometimes, the nature of their crimes made Ayra feel disgusted, but she still tried to take responsibility, even with hardened criminals. However, it was unfortunate that only two had managed to complete their ten years of forced labor and leave, as they always failed to follow the rules.

One of them, even after evading supervision, had committed a crime again and was caught. This time, they hadn’t even gained mercy to become Ayra’s slave and ended up becoming a wall clock for a senior mage.

‘Every hour, their screams are used as an alarm. That senior has quite a peculiar taste...’

Curious about the human wall clock, Ayra sighed and quickly moved. There was a beast waiting for her. Her steps down the stairs were light. She passed by her precious collection without stopping.

At the end of the long underground hallway was a locked door. With a snap of her fingers, the lock clicked open, and the door creaked open. With excitement, Ayra entered and stopped in her tracks. A soft moan of admiration escaped her lips.

It was the most beautiful beast she had ever seen. Its red hair looked soft and silky, and its glowing red eyes in the darkness were like beautiful jewels. With smooth white skin, a muscular body, and strong legs, it was a truly magnificent bipedal creature.

When Ayra appeared, the red eyes that were sharply scanning the room widened for a moment before narrowing. Even though she had heard that it had killed many people before being captured, Ayra approached without fear. Now that she saw it, the handcuffs and chains around its neck and wrists seemed to fit like accessories.

When she reached out, the red beast tilted its head in response. Ayra cautiously caressed the bridle in its mouth before gently brushing her fingers over its beautiful eyes.

“So beautiful.”

From the bridled mouth came a low, growling sound, almost as if it were frustrated. At first sight, Ayra fell in love and hesitated before unbuckling the bridle. As the bridle came out, the beast’s clear saliva followed. Its reddish tongue lashed at the mouth, licking the bridle’s mark, and Ayra almost lost her composure before regaining her senses.

‘No, I can’t. Even though I love beasts, I can’t let this become lust.’

Now that she looked, there were several whip marks on its well-built body. As she gently brushed over the red marks, Ayra suddenly remembered she had used a whip to conduct a hardness test on this beast’s body. Before she knew it, the whip was in her hand.

“You have to endure the pain. Good boy.”

Following the curve of its lips, she moved her fingers along with them and sweetly spoke. Her white fingers scratched its chin before, without hesitation, she swung the whip. Crack! A sharp, ripping sound echoed as she left a red scar on its body.

Then, the nearly perfect body twitched. The muscles, carved like stone, contracted tightly in response to the pain, creating deep indentations. As she swung the whip again, another loud crack followed as a thick red line was drawn across its chest and muscular thighs.

From the beast’s mouth came a low grunt. The sound made Ayra involuntarily excited, and the resulting wound began to seep blood, like fine lines.

After completing the hardness test, Ayra lowered the whip. She moved her hand over the beast's rough muscles to examine the scars. She looked down, wondering if it had pants on, before letting out a small laugh. It was a beast, of course it wouldn’t wear pants. Its naked body was sculpted beautifully, almost like art.

Perhaps due to being captivated by its body, Ayra didn’t notice the intense red gaze aimed at her. After touching the wounds for a while, Ayra murmured in ecstasy.

“I wonder if this is as beautiful inside as it is outside.”

The chain binding the beast clinked loudly. Her soft, delicate fingers traced across its chest. Its heart was beating quickly, a bit too fast. Its heart, like a human’s, was positioned in the chest.

As her hand traveled down from its chest to its abs, she extended her fingernails. Surely, the internal organs here would be just as beautiful as its outer appearance...

While she was lost in concentration, she suddenly felt a sharp sensation at the back of her neck. Looking up, Ayra made ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) eye contact with the beast. Its red eyes were burning like fire. The lips, which had been holding back the pain, twisted into a wry smile.

“Ayra.”

“...Huh?”

Did I hear that correctly? Did the beast just speak? And it even knows my name? Blinking in disbelief, Ayra watched as the beast grinned and tensed its arms. Its triceps bulged as the chains snapped with a loud crack.

“Eh?”

It was something Ayra never expected. She stood dumbfounded as the beast, now free, used its hand to unlock its remaining shackles. Before Ayra could react, the beast’s hand shot out and grabbed her throat, choking her. She gasped, struggling to breathe. It quickly removed the chain around her neck and, with one swift movement, snapped her wrist cuff on her arm. The sound of the chain locking into place sent a chill down her spine.

“No, it can’t be! How is the beast...?”

In her shock, the beast tightened the chain around her neck, pressing her to the floor. The sensation of a huge, non-human phallus rubbing along her spine while oozing clear fluid made Ayra shudder. Trying to break free, she realized her magic wouldn’t work. The beast snarled into Ayra’s ear while biting it painfully.

“Do you want to get stabbed by a demon once?”