Volume 6 Chapter 7 Phantom Touch of the Festival Night
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The chaotic revelry had finally drawn to a close, leaving Silver Moon Village submerged in a deathly, stagnant silence.
I stood on the highest balcony of the Elder’s manor.
The biting night wind whipped against my skin, chilling the sweat and bodily fluids that clung to my frame. The drying s**men crusted and tightened uncomfortably against my inner thighs. My fingertips still retained the slick memory of churning through Rene’s depths, the lingering, primal musk of the young female clinging stubbornly to my flesh.
”I need a breather,” I sighed, letting out a long breath.
I lowered myself onto the shattered remains of a white porcelain fixture tucked into the corner of the balcony. It was a useless piece of junk, yet it had somehow become my usual seat. The delicate patterns carved across its surface were strangely beautiful, and the cold touch beneath me helped steady my thoughts as I stared past the railing and out across the land below.
The village I had brought under my rule spread out beneath the night sky. The bonfire in the plaza had burned down to a bed of glowing embers, and the only sound that remained was the occasional crack of wood breaking apart in the heat. The silence felt almost perfect, which made it all the more unsettling. It was hard to believe that only a short while ago the basement had been filled with screams and chaos. The heat that had once churned inside me was gone now, replaced by a heavy coldness that settled deep in my stomach.
It felt like every trace of excitement had been drained out of me—a visceral rejection that went far beyond mere1 post-coital clarity.
Pushing myself upright, I rested both hands against the stone railing and welcomed its icy chill. Then I looked up at the moon. At first glance it resembled the one I remembered from Earth, yet something about the shadows etched across its surface was undeniably wrong.
The colors of the world felt muted.
The buildings, the trees swaying in the wind, even the shape of the landscape all seemed too perfect, as though I were looking at an incredibly detailed computer rendering.
A plastic paradise.
Nausea rolled through me.
I felt like an action figure trapped inside a carefully crafted diorama. This was not where I belonged. Somewhere deep inside my mind, every instinct I possessed screamed a warning.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
Without warning, a muscle in my right thigh twitched.
A cold vibration pulsed there with mechanical precision.
Before I could think, my hand shot toward the place where my pocket should have been.
Swipe.
My fingers clawed through empty air.
There was no smartphone. No familiar weight. No denim brushing against my skin. Only the hard line of muscle beneath my fingertips.
”Damn it,” I muttered, clicking my tongue.
A phantom vibration.
Nothing more than a ghost left behind by the life I used to live.
In a world where no signal could ever reach me, my body still remembered. The lingering sensation crawling through my thigh felt sickeningly real, like insects moving beneath my skin.
This isn’t the home you’re supposed to return to.
You belong somewhere else.
My balance faltered. For a moment the world tilted, and the stone beneath my feet felt as though it had turned to water. I gripped the railing so tightly that pain shot through my fingers.
”Spirit King?” a voice called from behind me, accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric.
I turned.
Sylvia stood there beneath the moonlight, her pale figure glowing softly in the dark. She wore only a thin sheet of lace, and through the gaps in the fabric I could see the bruises and bite marks scattered across her fair skin. Barefoot and silent, she crossed the stone floor and came to my side.
”To think you would be out here all by yourself,” she murmured, searching my face with damp eyes. “You will catch a chill.”
A faint crease formed between her brows as she looked up at me. My expression must have been terrible.
Still, she asked no questions.
Instead, she stepped closer and pressed herself against me without hesitation.
Warmth spread through my side at once.
Through the thin cloth, the soft curve of her body rested against my arm, but more than anything else, she felt hot. The natural warmth of an elf slowly chased the cold from my skin.
”I woke up, and you weren’t beside me,” she whispered, her breath brushing my neck.
Her platinum hair tickled my cheek. The faint scent of our earlier intimacy lingered around her, mixed with a fresh woodland fragrance that somehow belonged to her alone. The simple reality of her presence pushed the phantom vibration from my thoughts.
”I was just clearing my head from the drink,” I replied.
”That is a lie,” she said gently.
Wrapping both arms around my back, she pulled me into a fierce embrace.
”Sometimes, Spirit King, you have eyes that look as fragile as glass. As though you might shatter at a single touch and disappear somewhere far away.”
Her heartbeat echoed against me in a steady rhythm.
Thump. Thump.
It was completely different from my own.
”A long time ago…” Sylvia murmured, lifting her gaze toward the moon. “The moon seen from this village always looked cold. We hid in the darkness of the forest and held our breath, existing only as creatures waiting to die in a world without color.”
There was a faint weariness in her voice, the kind that could only come from a people trapped in the same stagnant existence for generations beyond counting.
”But ever since you arrived, our world has become vibrant and warm.”
She buried her face against my shoulder.
The vibration of her voice traveled through me.
”You are the one who gave us that warmth. Spirit King… without you, I am nothing more than an empty shell.”
There was no hesitation in her words.
No doubt.
Only unwavering devotion.
The feeling that followed was not merely comfort. Her words filled the hollow space inside me like a hot meal after days of hunger.
I see.
The phantom vibration disappeared.
As the tension left my body, air finally flowed freely into my lungs again.
The warmth of Sylvia’s hands against my skin was real.
That alone was enough.
I slipped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. Then I took her hand and intertwined our fingers. Her hand was slender, but years of sword training had left calluses across her palm.
That small, undeniable sensation anchored me to this world.
Yeah.
The home I need to return to is Japan.
Sachiko and Yuki are waiting for me there.
Nothing will ever change that.
But as I looked up at the night sky, Nier’s gentle smile surfaced in my thoughts.
The women here who need me now… the women I swore to protect…
They had already become part of my life.
Until the day I finally return to Japan, I will protect them with everything I have.
I will love them.
That is my responsibility as the man who took their lives into his hands.
I will not allow anyone to harm them. I do not care whether it is a god or a demon king. Anyone who threatens what I protect will be erased from existence.
The nausea vanished.
Drawing a deep breath, I filled my lungs with the cold night air and looked into Sylvia’s eyes. Reflected within those jewel-like depths was only a single figure.
Me.
”Let’s go back inside, Sylvia,” I said, tightening my arm around her waist. “I’ve grown a bit cold.”
”Yes, my Spirit King,” she replied with a soft smile, her cheeks faintly flushed. “I shall warm you all the way to your very core.”
Pulling her close, I stepped away from the balcony with her at my side.
Far above us, beyond the southern ridgelines, a strange light flickered once.
Its glow pulsed on a wavelength that felt different from the stars themselves.
Yet not a single soul alive noticed it.
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Summary:
Ryuichi stands on a balcony, suffering from existential dread and phantom sensations of his past life in Japan following a carnal festival. Sylvia approaches him, offering fanatical devotion and physical warmth that grounds him back into his current reality. As they return inside, an unexplained, ominous light appears in the distant sky, unnoticed by anyone.
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Trivia:
Ryuichi’s phantom sensation is tied to his smartphone, which no longer exists in this world.
Sylvia’s skin bears marks from Ryuichi’s possessive behavior.
The world Ryuichi inhabits has unnatural, CG-like perfection that triggers his nausea.
The light in the sky is an anomaly that suggests a threat beyond his current dominion.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Rene – A fragile, timid Elf archer and member of the King’s harem, this young village female has undergone intimate rituals with the protagonist. She struggles to control the raw, unpredictable Mana bursts triggered by her fear. Following a banquet and overnight processing, she now sleeps alongside the others, caught in a state of blissfully stunned exhaustion.
• Spirit King – The male protagonist who acts as the sole source of mana for the Elf village ritual. He possesses limitless stamina and approaches his duties with detached efficiency.
• King – A powerful, authoritative male lead who possesses immense physical strength and magic. He commands absolute loyalty and submission from the inhabitants of the Silver Moon Village.
• Sylvia – A voluptuous white-blonde elf with porcelain skin, the Silver-rank vanguard “Crimson Lotus” is a master of the bow and a glowing, white-hot longsword. Encased in a dark-red aura of dense spirit power, she blends cold, aristocratic fury with a fiery temperament. Fiercely vigilant, she is a mentor to warriors, Ryuichi’s devoted confidante, and the lethal shield guarding John, Nier, and her King.
• Sachiko – An inhabitant of Japan on the protagonist’s original world, Earth. She is a figure from their past, strongly implied to be the protagonist’s wife or ex-wife.
• Yuki – The four-year-old daughter of Okabe, Shoko, and the narrator. An inhabitant of the protagonist’s original world in Japan, she was born with a monkey-like face that grew to be very cute. She loves birthday cake and is remembered fondly from a kindergarten playground on Earth.
• Nier – A 27-year-old Japanese head maid, former merchant’s wife, and farm girl with refined features, long black hair, and a voluptuous physique. Her gentle gaze deeply influences her master Ryuichi’s psyche, whom she is submissively obsessed with. Driven by maternal trauma from losing her daughter Mia, she battles deep insecurity while showing motherly affection to Helga and protecting younger slaves.
• Ryuichi – The 40-year-old Spirit King of the Grimm mansion and elf village possesses a plain build, black hair, beard, jet-black eyes, and Japanese past-life memories. An analytical, pragmatic, and weary protector with interdimensional magic and god-like mana, he rules with cold authority. While his past power enslaved Helga, his current absence has spurred a growing intimacy between Nier and Helga.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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