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Chapter 20 – The Soul Relic

    Chapter 20 – The Soul Relic


    <span style="font-weight:400">Waves of warm and sweet air brush against my face as I slowly start regaining my consciousness. My brain enters its booting sequence, sending probingmands towards every organ and limb. A small yawn escapes my mouth. After around thirty seconds, the body responds to the brain’s pings and I begin realizing that the warm, soft and delicate puffs of air hitting my skin aren’t exactly part of my waking up routine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My mind switches to a higher gear and starts frantically going through all its data banks, recalling all the events of the previous day. The records end during the night, when I’m wiping away Sirgia’s forehead from sweat, and then jump to the current moment. Another pleasant wave disperses when breaking off against my lips, nose and eyelids. A sudden realization arrives in the calcting centre of my head. I must have fallen asleep while nursing Sirgia.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I open my eyes a tiny bit, and as I suspected, there’s a mountain range made of sheets, in the shape of a small person lying on their side. There’s no doubt that it''s covering a certain dwarf’s lower body. And only just now I notice that my right arm is reaching over that hill and supporting its back. There is no more confusion about the mysterious hot air assaulting me above.


    <span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">Uaaaaaaah… I fucked up and drifted off literally centimetres from her. Even throwing my arm over… I better quickly get up before she wakes up.</i><span style="font-weight:400">」


    <span style="font-weight:400">Fully opening my eyes, I prepare to lift myself up with as gentle movements as possible to not disturb the cute dwarf’s rest, but before I do so, all the brain cells in themanding centre abruptly stop responding and both my mind and body freeze in ce. It takes me three full seconds to realize that I’m not staring at Sirgia’s dangerously close sleeping face, but at Sirgia’s dangerously close awake face. As I look into her cinnamon-brown eyes, she nces into my grey ones, with her usual neutral expression, like nothing is even a little bit wrong here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Another wave of hot air travels towards my face when Sirgia exhales softly, sending shivers down my spine. I quickly close my eyes and focus on calming my panicked body and mind before I even try opening my mouth. Two deep breathster, I feel ready to <i><span style="font-weight:400">face</i><span style="font-weight:400"> her again and I lift my eyelids. Nothing has changed in the previous view.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Morning,” I start awkwardly while we gaze into each other’s eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uhn.” She faintly nods without breaking the link.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ummmmm… How are you feeling now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good,” Sirgia answers in a quiet tone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see…”


    Silence falls onto us and we just stare into each other''s eyes awkwardly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ermmm… Do you feel any weird? You lost consciousness pretty abruptly yesterday…” I ask, still worried that something might have happened to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She finally stops gazing into me and looks up. I follow her eyes and judge that she is looking at my arm which is bent under my head acting as a pillow, or more likely at my hand which is holding a piece of cloth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did Master stay by my side the whole night, wiping my body?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… Yeah…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia looks forward again but quickly lowers her gaze with a very faint blush on her cheeks. I''m starting to grow a little worried as I imagine her getting all embarrassed right now due to thinking about what I could have done or where I could have touched when she was asleep.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… sorry… for you having to do something like that for someone like me…” she whispers barely audible words, but we are so close they are sound and clear to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her self-depreciative tone finally brings my cool back and I sigh deeply, making her look at my face again. I can’t be such a sissy when she’s more worried about me having to take care of her than of her own body. I move my hand, which was behind her back, up to her head and gently ruffle through her brown hair. Closing the remaining distance between us, I rest my forehead against hers and look into her charming eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do not be sorry for something I brought upon you. I will always dly look after you because you are my—no, our friend. I feel immensely relieved to know that you are fine after that attack. And you should be able to confirm that via our connection. So don’t me yourself and tell me whenever there’s something wrong, got it?" I speak to her confidently, without averting my gaze even for a millisecond.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She just stares at me for a while before quietly nodding. “Uhn.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A kind smile appears on my face and I move my hand back from her head. “Good. And you better not forget that.” I yfully boop her nose with my index finger and sit up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia follows suit, grabbing the sheets to cover herself since I took off her shirt when wiping the body and left her only in panties. I quickly take care of thest part of her wound, which is under her left eye. The silvery scar going from her forehead down to the cheek will, unfortunately, have to stay, but it doesn’t affect her cuteness by even a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then, I order her to take a bath but she insists that a shower is enough, so with thispromise, she leaves to wash her body. I prepare some clothes near the door and walk out of the room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She quickly arrives in the kitchen and joins me in making breakfast. The moment Emiys her eyes on Sirgia in the dining room, she jumps at her, covering the dwarf almostpletely with her stic body. We all have a decentugh watching how the little girl tries to escape the resistant hug. I tell everyone that I identally triggered one of my defensive items and Sirgia was caught in the st. I’ll one day properly exin the hilt to Cornelia, but right now, even I don’t know much about it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Today we continue with the search. Just a bit of the upper floor and employee areas are left. We split into the same groups, but just before we disperse, I get an idea to test something out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s something I want to check. Would you be willing to help me, Safi?” I ask.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Of course, Master.]


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shees closer to me curiously. I move my hand to her face, brushing against her cheek and ce a soft peck on her chilly lips. We enjoy the short moment of our intimacy and I back off, seeing a lovely smile on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Erm....” Cornelia looks my way with slightly widened eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? I’m pretty sure the two of them has already babbled out to everyone here that we had sex together.” I nce at Sirgia questioningly and she nods. “See? Is it so weird for me to give Safi a small kiss?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… no… I just didn’t expect to see you do it around everyone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There will be many more people wandering these corridors in the future. I don’t want anyone to feel neglected just because I’m too shy to show some affection in public. And besides, that was a little test. Feeling any different, Safi?” After defending my actions, I turn to the sapphire beauty again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[I feel refreshed and slightly more energetic after Master’s kiss. And a bit warmer near my core,] she conveys and I repeat for others to hear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I summon her Status window and have a look at it. There’s an additional line in the category bar, notifying me that her stats are boosted by 10% for 24 hours. I share my findings with the rest of our group.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master’s kiss is like a D-grade energy potion mixed with a body enhancement one… Amazing…” Sirgia analyses its efficiency.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I don’t know all the details behind that effect, because just until now I thought it’s only a stat boost, but Safi mentioned being refreshed too, so there might be some hidden effects. And when we—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before I get to finish my sentence, Emi pulls me down while bringing herself up by grasping my vest and cheerfully assaults my lips. Her frosty tongue pierces my defences and entwines with mine in a joyful dance. My warm saliva mixes with her frigid slimy liquid. I ce my hand on her back for support and lean a bit more to make it easier for her to embrace me. After a few deep kisses, she gives me some space and stays in a hug. I calm my breathing and pat her head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cornelia’s cheeks bloom in almost full red from that spectacle and she averts her gaze. She’s simr to me. Up until now, she hasn’t experienced any closer contact with the opposite gender. I just recently graduated from being a virgin myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry about that.” I bonk Emi’s head with my hand. She makes a smug grin while rubbing her face into my chest. “As I was going to say, the more sensual the contact is, the stronger effect follows.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How much stronger?” Sirgia asks curiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I summon Emi’s window this time and announce that she has received a 15% stat boost.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It rose by 5% just because it was a deeper kiss?” Cornelia speaks amazed, still blushing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And after we did <i><span style="font-weight:400">that</i><span style="font-weight:400">, their stats were up by 50%.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“WHAT?! 50%?! That’s insane!” Cornelia forgets her embarrassment and shouts in shock.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“S-grade potions…” Sirgia looks up at me with amazement in her eyes for the first time ever.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I agree. But still, we literally need to have sex. And additionally, the person has to be my Partner and at least think positively of me. I’d say that’s quite the trade-off there with the number of restrictions.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sigh dejectedly and Cornelia nods to my words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That reminds me, I’d like to be your Par—” I turn to her and start speaking, just to realize that I’m making the same mistake as with Sirgia. “—<i><span style="font-weight:400">Ekhm</i><span style="font-weight:400">… If it’s fine with you, I’d like to contract us as Partners, so I can know about your well-being when we are separated.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, of course, I’d love to—EEEEEEEEH?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Cornelia, lost in her contemtion about something, answers halfheartedly, just to notice it mid-sentence. She gets as red as a fully grown tomato and grabs the hem of her robes on the sides, dropping her gaze to the ground. I tried my best, but the effect is even worse than with Sirgia. She is gone. Completely.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, listen to me.” I try to pull Cornelia back from her wild imagination. I’ve learned how deep and illustrative it can be during our past studies. “It’s not for any lewd things! Sirgia, help me!” I turn to the dwarf girl which already returned to her calm and neutral state.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She trots to Cornelia and stops in front of her, just below her face. She looks up at the dazed woman. There’s around forty centimetres of difference between their heights, so Sirgia has to lift her head a lot when standing under Cornelia’s gaze.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master can feel our presence with his skill. And we can feel him too. We can even tell when Master is worried or happy,” she calmly exins.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Under the emotionless stare of Sirgia, Cornelia slowly cools herself down and the more logical part of her mind assumes control of the situation. She takes a few deep breaths and lifts her head. Her beautiful face still flushed with a red tinge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see… Sorry… I don’t mind,” she answers with an awkward smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I bump Emi on the head a few times to release myself and walk closer to Cornelia with an extended arm. I nod at her and she takes my hand. I invoke the skill and momentster start noticing the connection between us. Smiling, I take a step back to give her more space. To test the effects, I focus my mind on thinking about how beautiful she is. That should be enough for her to notice my positive emotions. And I guess it works because her eyes widen and the blush on her face increases a bit more after just calming down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Great, let’s get back to work then.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We scatter and everyone moves to their designated part of the mansion. On my way to ours, I summon the Partners menu to take a peek at Cornelia’s entry. Besides being 0/5, it shows the Bond Type as <em>Friends</em> and emotion as <em>Passion</em>. I guess we are connected through her passion to learn about new and mysterious things. And I am that thing in this case. I wonder how wide is the range of emotions and bond types, the title definitely didn’t list all of them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There are no special surprises during our journey through the top floor of the living quarters. Along the way, I chat with Sirgia about the previous day, and especially about what she knows about Soul Relics since there were only some vague records in the royal library. She exins to me that some immensely skilled artificers were able to imbue souls into objects, usually using specifically prepared gems or crystals. Then, an artefact that was crafted using that gem would usually turn out insanely powerful, fitting the image and characteristics of the soul.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There is a downside though. Soul is a soul. It’s an entity on its own. You could say it’s a living being. And that living being is locked inside some crystal box connected to a weapon or something. It’s much harder to gain the favour of a sentient entity than just a blood-bound artefact, which basically judges your quality and power through the mentioned blood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A person, because that’s what usually the soul is, can choose whoever they want to serve and can even decide to stop working for an already picked master at any moment. You could say that you enter a rtionship with your weapon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia apologizes to me for her behaviour yesterday, exining that she was surprised to see such a powerful Soul Relic choose to serve me. I naturally tell her that I don’t mind and that I’m grateful for her worry about me. And also that I’m happy she finally used a less formal tone. I think I catch her cheeks getting a little rosy after that statement, but that can also be just some light refraction from all the red curtains and bedsheets.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She continues by saying that while it’s strong, it also may be threatening. She does not believe that an artefact of this calibre would choose anyone and the soul inside must have some reason or goal to act so subserviently. She asks if I ever used it, so I tell her about the times I activated the hilt. Then I bring it out and pour my mana into it in front of her. The purple helix connects to the crystal and purplish mist forms the yet immaterial whip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia’s mouth slightly opens at the sight and she begins ncing around the handle, my hand, arm and whole body, trotting around in circles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… don’t understand…” she mutters under her breath after the examination.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, I also don’t get how it works yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, that’s not what I meant.” She shakes her head. “Master is currently too weak to even wield this Soul Relic properly and the soul inside connects its mana reserves to yours, which can be observed by this purple mist. Through this helix, the soul transfers its mana into Master’s circuits, so that you don’t copse barely seconds after activating it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I look at her in shock and then at the silvery handle in my grasp. I would have never thought that it is supplying me mana and not the other way. It’s such a bizarre concept. This weapon is literally boosting my own body just so I can use it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What I don’t understand is the reason why.” Sirgia stops in front of me and looks up with curious eyes. “Why is such a strong artefact with such a powerful soul inside expending its mana just so someone nothing but weak in its eyes can use it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I dive into my thoughts and rack my brain over a possible reason, but nothinges up. I recall a peculiar event during my first encounter with it though. I tell Sirgia about the stone I found it encased in, how it lured me in with a sweet scent while others were repelled, how they died when trying to pull it out but in my case, it just sent a wave of mana through my body, mind, memories and let me pick it up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Physical Structure Evaluation, Deep Mind Dive and Recollective Memory Vindication…” she speaks in a shocked tone while taking a step back and stumbles over her trembling legs, falling onto her butt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, everything okay?” I quickly kneel by her side and ce my arm over her back to support her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Those are all high-tier spells…” she looks me in the eyes and I can feel how perturbed she is just from a short nce. “It’s… impossible…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? What’s impossible?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A person has to be an experienced 6th Tier sorcerer or even 7th Tier to be able to cast spells like those in quick session.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My jaw drops down almost hitting the very floor.


    <span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">7th fucking Tier?! What the fuck?! Even during the Great War, the 7th Tier was the peak of Humanity’s existence! And now, centuriester, people at 5th one are considered fabled heroes!</i><span style="font-weight:400">」


    <span style="font-weight:400">Quickly increasing worrying from Sirgia through our connection brings me back to reality. I look at her visibly concerned face and ponder over the reason why she is getting so frightened out of a sudden. And then it dawns on me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Wait… Doesn’t that mean… that I’m literally holding a soul of a 7th Tier sorcerer in my hand?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nods. I gulp audibly. The saliva opposes my orders and goes down my throat with a lot of resistance. If that soul can cast 7th Tier surveying magic, there’s a possibility it can use a more offensive one too. But the worse thing is… how strong of a monster must have the person who locked that soul in the crystal been themselves? My brain can’tprehend those power levels. I’m just a trash Tier 1.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ha… haha… hahaha…” I plop onto the floor by her side and startughing. This whole situation feels like a joke. I’m being helped by an insanely powerful entity and it’s definitely not out of its big-hearted kindness. It has to have a goal, but I can’t do anything. It’s not like I can talk to it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha… Oh well… If it’s going to such lengths to help me, then I guess I must be important to it. It shouldn’t hurt me on a whim, so don’t worry, nothing we can do about this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I pat Sirgia’s head reassuringly. Her worry slowly recedes and she faintly nods to my words. I help her up, we take a short break to calm ourselves and get back to work. With how often we get distracted dying our search, others might start thinking that we are doing some weird things instead.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After we are done with the wing we move to check on the other girls. They already finished the upper area near the VIP rooms and moved down. We decide to leave that floor to them and walk down the hidden stairs to the cers. Time flies slowly during our inspection of various crates and barrels in stone rooms of many sizes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We don’t find anything suspicious, just some tools, old clothes and such. In one of the chambers, we stumble upon another hidden passage leading to a ce with numerous boards on the walls and a big wooden table in the middle. There are lots of papers pinned around. Maps, sketches, notes, portraits. And aprehensive map of a respectful size is ced on the table, most likely depicting the castle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We decide to leave that room for now. I’m not yet sure if I want to keep such information with me or if I should deliver it to the King, just to be safe. They could fortify the marked weak points with that. I’d repay Rossberg at least a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few hours more and we are finishing looking around and cleaning this small dungeon. I stand on Sirgia’s side and give ast nce towards the empty space while ruffling her hair a bit with my right hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nice. No issues.” I take a deep breath of relief. “Now, I have an important question for you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sirgia moves her gaze up, with my hand still present on her head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you say about helping me give life to a few small ideas of mine?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She furrows her brows. I didn’t know her face can get even cuter but that single action has proven me wrong.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ideas?” she asks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It would be too much of a waste to keep such a skilled artisan like yourself to just cook, so why not make good use of your experience and create a few things for me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I notice a faint spark in her eyes for a moment but it fades out very quickly and she drops her gaze to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But with my Job locked to that of a ve and other restrictions from the ve Mark, I won’t be able to fully utilize my skills…” she says with a hint of hopelessness in her voice.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pardon me for a moment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I kneel in front of her like the day when we left the ve tradingpany together. I move my hands to the cor of her shirt and start slowly unpinning the buttons while watching her reaction. She just stares at me with her usual nk expression.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a few buttons, I uncover the area above her chest, without arriving at her small bra. A circle with a few sigils enters my sight. The ve Mark. I nce at her face with a smile, pull a small knife from my ring behind my back, make a slight cut on my index finger and press it against the mark. Closing my eyes, I focus my mind on it, sending my mana towards the finger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Judging that the connection is steady enough, I break the seal. “Release!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few cracking sounds emanate from the symbol and it shatters into tiny particles, releasing Sirgia from its influence. I naturally had researched all about ve Marks during my time in the castle. Breaking one when you are a rightful owner of the ve is a piece of cake if you know a few tricks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Problem solved. Just don’t tell anyone, okay?” I give the surprised Sirgia a few pats.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stand up and she examines the ce where the mark disappeared. A momentter she looks up at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can I… really do it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Only if you want of course. They might be hugely under the level of a master like yourself though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I do!” She clenches her small fists and gazes at me with sparkling eyes full of determination. “If it’s for Master, I’ll create anything!” she announces slightly more lively than usual.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A satisfied smile appears on my face from the fact that I was able to cheer her up even a tiny little bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">「<i><span style="font-weight:400">I have high hopes for you, my sweet little craftsman!</i><span style="font-weight:400">」
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