Reusing That Of All Things

Night in the Royal Capital.

Liricia and I had returned to the Forest Mansion.

We had tried to crush the evil god cultists, but even when we went to their base, we could not find them, and instead found the Bust of the Evil God we had been searching for, so we came back.

—The Philosopher’s Stone, the Jewel of Light, and the Bust of the Evil God. The three had been gathered.

With this, I could become young again.

As we sat around the dinner table in the dining hall, my heart was buoyant.

Liricia, sitting beside me, was also beaming with a smile.

“It was good that we happened to get the Bust of the Evil God.”

“Yes, Master!”

Liricia replied dreamily while eating her salad.

Teti, the elf girl, said as she stuffed her mouth with bread filled with chicken.

“That’s great~. Now you can become young again.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think we’d gather all three this quickly. From now on, becoming young again will be easy.”

“Ten years? Or twenty?”

“Let’s see. First, I’m thinking of becoming fifteen years younger and going back to about twenty-four. That’s fine with you too, right, Liricia?”

When I asked, Liricia stared intently at my face with her violet eyes.

“The current Master is wonderful in a calm, composed way too, but twenty-four-year-old Master would also be—ah!”

“Mm, what’s wrong?”

“If you became ten years younger still, then a fourteen-year-old Master, like an unripe fruit, could be carefully guided by my own hands until he bloomed… ufufu, ufufufu.”

Liricia laughed with a dangerous smile that could not be called innocent.

Sophia, who raised her face as her blue hair swayed, looked at Liricia with exasperated eyes.

“I really think this fallen angel absolutely fell because of the sin of lust.”

“W-What are you saying, Sophia-san!? I-I fell because of the sin of being too kind! It’s true!”

“There’s no telling what you’re kind to, though. Maybe kind to lust, or kind to men.”

“There is no one for me but Master! I only want to enjoy Master at all sorts of ages together with him, with Master!”

“No, that way of thinking is already dangerous. At this rate, you might make him younger all the way to nine and start fully savoring little Alec-san.”

“Nine years old!? —Haaahhn! That would already be a crime! You must not become that young, Master!”

Holding her reddened cheeks between both hands, she writhed with a melting smile. Her silver hair became wildly disheveled.

—Yep, this angel really was a fallen angel.

Thinking that, I calmed down and replied evenly.

“Even if having all three makes it cheaper, it still costs money every time. For now, it’s enough if I can return to being twenty-four.”

“I-I see. What a sha— no, that’s good.”

Though regaining her composure, Liricia still dropped her shoulders a little and started eating grilled chicken.

I looked at Teti, who was eating by sandwiching side dishes into bread.

“How about you, Teti? Were you able to practice in the forest?”

“Mmhm~! I practiced a lot! I kept firing strong magic one after another! It’s probably still frozen over. Come look tomorrow!”

While eating bread, Teti filled her still-childish face with a huge smile.

Apparently, she was happy about everything—becoming stronger, and being able to use magic.

Seeing her like that, I smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, you did great. Well done. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

“Wahaa, then I’ve gotta build up my stamina! —Nom!”

Teti took a new piece of bread with a smile and stuffed her cheeks.

Liricia looked at Teti with a smile full of affection.

“It seemed you were also learning the customs and traditions of the Snow Elves, so that was good.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun knowing who you are!”

“Ah~, right~. I used to not understand why I was so concerned about God either~.”

“It was unsettling to have your mission made to be forgotten, after all. I understand, Sophia-san.”

The three women each voiced their thoughts about the past.

The lively night continued as we ate dinner.

After finishing dinner, I took a bath.

Once I washed off the day’s sweat, fatigue suddenly came rushing over me.

I quickly got out of the bath and returned to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, I thought back on how a lot had happened since morning today.

Ah, but I had to practice compressing Serâge too.

I tensed up hard, then loosened it again.

I kept repeating that.

—And then.

Liricia, wearing a negligee, came back to the bedroom.

She was holding a rope in her hand.

As she approached the bed, she wore a tired-looking smile as well.

“You are practicing Serâge compression… as expected of you, Master. Even though you must be tired, you do not rest.”

“Well, yeah. I never know when compression might become necessary.”

Liricia nestled close beside me as I lay in bed, then tilted her head curiously.

She spread the rope out with both hands.

“By the way, Master. This rope had fallen under the sofa in the living room, but what is this…?”

“Oh, that. I made it a little while ago to kill time.”

“So Master made it. But why a rope—ah!?”

“What’s wrong, Liricia?”

Tears welling at the corners of her violet eyes, Liricia tightened the rope around both her wrists into loops.

The ends of the rope were tied to the rail-like headboard at the head of the bed.

And while in that bound posture, she crossed her long legs as if parting the hem of her negligee.

“You mean to humiliate me like this—!”

“No, hey! I didn’t mean anything like that in the slightest—why would you…”

“To think you meant to do all sorts of things like this and that, Master, how indecent you are!”

With both hands still tied, Liricia flailed about on the bed. Her clothes grew more and more disordered, exposing her cleavage and her bare white legs up to her thighs.

As if enticing me, she looked up at me with flushed cheeks and tearful eyes.

…So that was it.

I leaned over Liricia and tightly embraced her slender body.

Her large breasts were pressed against me and flattened.

Then, kissing her slender collarbone, I said,

“…It seems a mischievous angel needs to be punished, doesn’t she?”

“Hyaahn! Just as I thought, Master, you are so indecent! —To think you are always thinking of such things! —Aahn…!”

When I rained kisses over her disheveled white skin, Liricia writhed beneath me as she gasped.

And little by little, the degree to which we entwined deepened.

At the end, I gave her Serâge compressed to the utmost limit.

White wings appeared, and scattering white feathers across the bed, Liricia became more and more disordered.

“Ahh—! Master…!”

In play different from usual, my arms holding her tightened with even more force than usual.

Meanwhile, at that same time.

In the island nation at the far eastern edge.

In Mikoto’s private room in the castle with the castle keep, there were Mikoto, Sklasis, the Demon King, and Gobe the Great Archmage Goblin.

Looking at the completed protective suit, the Demon King stroked his chin and groaned.

“Hmm… It did block Alec’s Serâge, but having absolutely no means of attack leaves me uneasy.”

“That is true, Demon King-sama! However, if one moves too violently, it looks as though the joints may tear.”

“If I have to mind the protective suit the whole time, I might fall behind even any random human, perhaps even Villager A…”

As the Demon King sank into thought, the beautiful youth Mikoto smiled beautifully.

“In that case, why not install weapons on the shoulders and cuffs of the suit? —I devised something like this.”

Mikoto lined items up on the low table.

Gunpowder-fired bombs—missiles, and a gatling gun that could be wrapped around and fastened to the arm.

The Demon King’s eyes shone like a child’s in delight.

“Ohh! Attachment parts! Mikoto, you understand a man’s romance quite well too, don’t you? Fuhahahaha!”

“Yes, I tried pursuing both coolness and practicality.”

Mikoto replied with slightly haughty words as he brushed his black hair back with one hand.

The Demon King’s eyes sparkled as he leaned forward and asked,

“Is there nothing else!? Parts for flying through the sky, or parts that fire beams from around the chest!”

“Beams… that sounds nice. The chest would be difficult, but would it not be fine to fire them from the eyes?”

“Ohh! That would be cool in its own way! Fuhaha, that is armament worthy of me!”

The cheerful laughter of the Demon King and Mikoto echoed through the spacious room.

But a woman’s voice, sounding exasperated, threw cold water on it.

“Really, men stay children forever… heave-ho, there.”

Sklasis, wrapped in bandages, was kneading and shaping clay in the corner of the room.

When a human shape was formed, she threaded a cord through it, then poured magic into her hand and hardened it.

There were two such dolls.

The Demon King turned around and frowned.

“What are you saying? It concerns you as well, you know. Do you intend to walk around unarmed?”

“That’s not it. I’m saying you should think more realistically… there.”

Suddenly, Sklasis thrust her hand out toward the Demon King.

In that slender hand was one of the dolls she had just made.

It was a super-deformed doll with large eyes. Its long hair flowing down its back somehow resembled Sklasis.

The Demon King accepted it and examined the doll closely.

“Hmm… Though small, it is very well made down to the details. …Is this Sklasis?”

“That’s right. I-If you want, hang it from your belt or something, okay?”

For some reason blushing, she tied the other doll to her own sash and let it dangle.

That doll wore a fearsome grin and had jagged teeth in a two-heads-tall form.

The Demon King gave a small laugh and hung the doll from his belt.

“Very well, as a rival I shall accept those words! Whatever your scheme may be, I am not shaken by anything, fuhahahaha!”

“I-It’s fine if that’s all, I guess… geez.”

Sklasis said so in a sulky tone, but for some reason her face was red.

—And then.

Gobe, who had been watching the two, made a proposal while trembling all over with his tiny body.

“T-This is… Demon King-sama! Why not make characters from the novel ‘Demon Reincarnation’ with these small dolls!? Hide what is inside the box and sell them randomly as a set of ten types total, with a secret included!?”

“Hmm… That is quite a good bewitching idea, one that would incite the humans’ gambling urge and corrupt them, but… would it not go against Sklasis’s art? Mass-producing them would also be difficult, would it not?”

Though the Demon King frowned, Sklasis brushed up her black-purple long hair with one hand and said as if it were nothing.

“I don’t mind something like that. Once the mold is made, the rest is just work.”

“As expected of the artist acknowledged by me. So this much is child’s play for you! I like you more and more, Sklasis! Fuhaha!”

“Th-Thanks…”

Sklasis answered while thrusting out her chest, but even the tips of her ears had turned bright red.

Then Gobe praised her even more.

“Ooh! As expected of Sklasis-sama, greatest among those who understand Demon King-sama! This Gobe is deeply moved by that broad-mindedness!”

“T-To call me someone who understands him… fufu, you do know how to say nice things.”

Sklasis smiled shyly, then looked up at the Demon King through upturned eyes.

The Demon King responded with a bold, fearless smile.

“Indeed! If the straightforward way will not work, then we shall attack from the side! Our conquest of the world is still only beginning! Humans, you had best tremble in fear, fuhahahaha!”

The Demon King’s loud laughter echoed through the castle.

Sklasis looked at him as if he were dependable, while Mikoto merely shrugged as if to say, honestly now.