Volume 7 Chapter 11 Spirit King’s Morning Meal and the Mud-Stained Notebook*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It had been almost one week since the war. It was a terrible conflict that brought only misery.
”…I love you. From the very bottom of my heart…” Sylvia whispered.1
”…Aye,” I replied with a short nod.
I gave a short answer to her strong vow. Sylvia slid up beside me. She held my right hand with both of hers, holding it gently.
Her smooth warmth seeped into my fingers. They had just cooled down after our morning together. Her platinum hair spilled across the sheets. It shone softly in the morning light.
The linen sheets against my bare back felt cool and nice.
White light came through the square window. It passed through the cloth canopy, casting a pale glow. The old wooden beams stood out clearly in the sun.
I was enjoying the slow, quiet morning with Sylvia. Then, a knock at the bedroom door broke the peace.
”Pardon me. Are you awake?” Liana asked.
Her calm voice came from beyond the door.
”Aye. Come in,” I called.
The door opened quietly. Liana walked in, carrying a silver tray. Her shoes slid across the smooth floor like silk.
Mina walked in right behind her. Erika and Anna followed, looking a bit nervous.
”Good morning, Spirit King-sama. And to you, Sylvia-sama,” Liana said with a polite bow.
”Good morning, Liana,” I replied.
Sylvia gave a gentle smile. She still held my hand protectively.
In the corner of the room, Erika and Anna bowed deeply together.
”Good morning, Goshujin-sama,” they said together.
Anna’s voice was quiet and flat. Erika’s voice next to her was small and a bit tight.
Mina walked to the other side of Sylvia. She knelt softly on the bed and clung to my left arm.
”Good morning, Goshujin-sama!” Mina cheered.
Her hot cheek rubbed against my arm. I could feel the soft shape of her chest through her thin clothes. They pressed against my arm with a nice weight.
Mina kept talking like a happy bird. She spoke about a flower she found yesterday. But I only focused on how close she was.
I took the glass of cold fruit water from Liana. The wet glass shimmered in the morning light.
Liana handed a glass to Sylvia too. They spoke softly about the morning’s plans.
Suddenly, footsteps came running down the hall. Bare feet hit the wooden floor quickly. The door flew open.
”Papa! Good morning!” Rene shouted.
Rene was as wild and free as ever. She bounded into the room.
She wore only a big white nightgown and no shoes. She jumped onto the bed with messy hair. The thin cloth canopy swayed from the movement.
She climbed right onto my stomach. Her cute face was very close to mine.
”Oh. Morning,” I said.
”Hehe. A good-morning kiss,” Rene giggled.
I pressed my lips to hers. Our lips met, then parted with a small sound.
Rene laughed happily. She slipped under the quilt and curled up by my waist like a kitten. After moving around a bit, her thin fingers rested on my hips. Then, her warm lips covered my heat completely.
I leaned back against the headboard. I lifted the cold fruit water to my lips. The wet glass felt cool against my skin. I took a sip. The cold, sweet drink slid down my throat.
At the same time, her hot, wet mouth moved carefully below. It was the usual morning cleaning. She licked up every drop without wasting anything.
The cold above and the warm feeling below took over my senses.
”Rene. How does it taste today?” I asked.
”Hmm… it is a little different from yesterday. It tastes like Sylvia-oneesama,” Rene said from under the covers.
Sylvia gave a small laugh at that honest reply. It clearly recalled our recent time together. She reached out and gently stroked Rene’s hair through the quilt.
The feeling below sent nice shivers through me. Her smooth tongue moved as if cleaning me. She licked the sides, tracing the sensitive spots from bottom to top. She carefully traced the tip with her tongue, gathering every drop.
…Oops, there was still a bit left at the tip. She took the whole head deep into her mouth. She sucked it dry with strong pressure. Good, a perfect job as always.
I enjoyed the feel of her hot mouth for a long moment.
Beside the bed, Anna was picking up Sylvia’s nightgown. She folded it with a serious face, smoothing out the wrinkles. I noticed a stray lock of honey-colored hair clinging to her white cheek.
”Hm, Erika. Something wrong?” I asked.
Erika had been trying to pick up my clothes. But she froze. Her blue eyes were locked on the moving shape under the quilt.
”Ah, no, it is nothing…!” Erika stammered.
Erika and I looked at each other. She turned deep red up to her ears and quickly looked away.
”Goshujin-sama. I will go prepare breakfast,” Anna stated.
Anna’s voice was quiet. Beside her, Erika bowed her head slightly. She looked as red as a boiled tomato.
”Aye. I’m counting on you,” I replied.
A warm, spring-like breeze came in from the open window.
Sylvia was holding my right arm. Mina’s softness was on my left. Liana stood quietly by the bed. I focused on Rene’s tongue below. In the slow morning, I let the girls’ chatting drift by like soft music. My mind went completely blank.
Rene popped her head out from under the quilt. She looked up at me and wiped her lips.
”I made it clean. Papa. Did it feel good?” Rene asked.
”Aye. Good work,” I said.
I patted her head. Rene closed her eyes with a happy smile.
Once the morning cleaning was done, it was time to get dressed. Liana waited quietly with my clothes from the dressing room.
I stood tall with my arms out. I was ready to get dressed.
Mina went behind me and quickly untied my nightgown. My half-hard heat met the cool morning air. It twitched from Rene’s saliva.
Liana knelt in front of me with smooth movements. Her hands held my fresh clothes, but she paused. She parted her lips and let out a soft, hot sigh.
In the next second, her soft, hot mouth captured my heat. She took it deep into her throat in one breath.
A wet sound echoed in the room. Her nose pressed against the base of my body. She breathed in deeply, as if taking in my scent. Liana’s eyes were usually as cool as ice. But now they were hazy and hot as she looked up at me.
She slowly pulled her lips away. A silver thread stretched between us. Then, she smiled dreamily.
”Mm… a wonderful scent…! Thank you for the meal,” Liana purred.
I stood up, and Mina came behind me. She helped me put my arms into my shirt. As she tied my waist sash, she pressed herself against my back.
Every time I moved, her soft, heavy chest pressed into my spine. The raw feeling was very nice.
”You look great today too, Goshujin-sama!” Mina cheered.
With Mina’s happy voice, the morning dressing was done.
It happened at the same time. Through the open door, the smell of burning fat came from the kitchen downstairs. It was the thick smoke of salted meat cooking over fire. It hit the back of my nose sharply.
It was a very common smell. It was totally different from the clean forest air. It went straight to a person’s stomach.
”…I’m hungry. Let’s go take a peek,” I declared.
I went downstairs and pushed open the heavy kitchen door. Hot air hit me in the face.
Red flames rose from two fire pits. They licked the dark stone walls. Oil smoke hung on the ceiling. It blurred the shapes of the iron pots above. Two backs in aprons stood behind the white haze.
”Ho, that smells good, Anna,” I remarked.
I stood quietly behind her and spoke over her shoulder. In the pot, a white liquid bubbled with a thick sound.
The sweet, heavy steam of goat milk rose up her slightly sweaty neck.
”…Ah. I hope my seasoning is to your liking,” Anna replied.
Anna turned around. Her cool eyes wavered the moment they met mine.
She tried to look calm, but she could not hide the heat in her face. The pleasure we shared a few nights ago was still clear on her serious face.
”Aye. Let me have a taste,” I said.
I wrapped an arm around her slim waist. I pulled her body toward me forcefully.
The sweet scent of sweat and steam brushed my nose. I felt her soft body press against my chest. With my free hand, I took the wooden spoon. I scooped up the white soup and brought it to my mouth. A strong salty taste spread on my tongue. The heavy milk fat slid down my throat.
”Delicious. It is seasoned perfectly,” I praised.
”Thank you, I…” Anna trailed off.
Before she could finish, I kissed her firmly.
She did not resist at all. Her normally quiet lips opened greedily. Her hot mouth spilled open against mine.
I slid my tongue inside. It was very hot. Anna’s warm flesh surged forward. Her tongue tangled deeply with mine.
In the dark of our mouths, our tongues moved and shared heat like two snakes.
Wet sounds echoed in the hot kitchen. In that sticky moment, I moved my free hand toward Anna’s chest.
”…Mm, ugh… haa,” Anna groaned.
I grabbed her soft flesh through her dress. It was a heavy mass that filled my hand perfectly. It had grown large on her thin frame. I found the tip, which was already hard. I pinched it and rolled it between my fingers.
The moment I did that, Anna’s tongue jumped in my mouth.
”…Ngh, kuu… ahhh!” Anna cried out.
Sweet, hot sounds leaked from her lips. Every time I touched the hard tip, her knees lost strength. They shook until she fell against my chest. At the same time, her thin arms wrapped around my back. Her nails dug into my shirt as she held onto me.
Sizzle, pop, pop.
Next to us, the sound of bacon fat popping rang out.
While still kissing Anna deeply, I looked over her shoulder.
Erika stood holding the frying pan. Her face was deep red all the way down to her neck. She pressed her legs together tightly. She watched us, unable to move. Her lips trembled, letting out small, shaken breaths.
Erika stared right at us. I Kissed Anna even harder. I ignored the girl clinging to my back. Anna gasped in pleasure. She sucked the salty taste of the soup and goat fat2 from my mouth. She made a wet sound.
Slurp…, mnh, glug.
She sucked on my tongue as if cleaning it. Her thin throat moved as she swallowed.
I pulled my lips away to catch my breath. A silver thread stretched between us, then broke. Anna’s chest rose and fell heavily. I had been rough with her. Her cool, smart eyes were now cloudy with pleasure.
”…Thank you for the meal, Goshujin-sama,” Anna whispered, her voice shaking.
Anna breathed roughly. She looked down at the pot to escape my eyes. Her fingers still shook as they held the wooden spoon.
I turned my focus to Erika. She had been frozen by the fire. Suddenly, she turned back to the frying pan. She tossed in bacon and eggs with clumsy, frantic movements.
Sizzle! The hot oil popped loudly. She let out a small, sharp cry.
I stepped away from Anna and walked through the white smoke. I pressed myself against Erika’s thin back in the corner by the fire.
”Fried eggs today? …That looks good too,” I remarked calmly.
I whispered into her ear, my lips brushing her skin. Through her back, I could feel her heart beating like a drum. Her thin arms held the heavy iron pan. They were already shaking from the strain.
”…Y-y-yes, sir. …It will be, finished, soon, I promise,” Erika stammered, her voice high and weak.
I ignored her and slid both arms under hers. I grabbed her chest through her apron.
The weight in my hands was huge. It was far too big for her thin body. As I squeezed the soft flesh, my fingers brushed against hard spots. They were already hard before I even touched her. This proved how excited she was.
”…Erika. Why are your n**ples so erect?”
”E, ah… nn, ngh!”
At my words, a sweet cry leaked from her lips. I pinched the hard tips through the cloth. I twisted them over and over. Every time I moved them, her knees grew weaker.
”What is wrong? Your hands have stopped.”
Right next to the popping oil, I pressed my hard body against her soft behind.
”…Ah, ugh, nn, …M-Master, …the eggs, …ahh!”
She tried to stay calm, but her moans took over. Finally, she could not hold the heavy pan anymore. She let go, and her body fell against my chest.
I took advantage of her state. I slipped one hand through the neck of her shirt in a single motion.
”…Aah, …directly, such a thing, …aaah!”
Under the cloth, her skin was smooth. I pinched the hard tips directly. I played with them without holding back. With my free hand, I grabbed Erika’s chin. I made her look back, and I kissed her deep.
”…Ngh, …mm, nnn!”
Erika’s legs shook. The sound of cloth rubbing together echoed as she squeezed her legs tight. She looked back at me with tearful, hot eyes. Then, she opened her lips wide and sucked on my tongue.
”…Ngh, slurp, lech… aaah.”
Without any shame, her clumsy tongue wrapped around mine. It was desperate and begging. Her wet mouth licked every corner of mine with sticky heat.
……But, I suddenly pulled my lips away and let go of her chin.
”…A-ah, wait…?”
Erika made a confused sound. Her eyes were totally blurred with desire. I leaned into her ear and whispered coldly. It was like throwing ice water on her.
”The food is burning. Do your job properly.”
”…! Y-yes, sir!”
Erika snapped back to reality. Her face turned red down to her neck. She turned back to the fire as if pulled by a string.
I turned around and headed for the kitchen exit. I glanced sideways at Anna. She was stirring the pot in silence, trying to catch her breath.
……That night.
I remembered Anna begging for Erika’s life. She spoke with a pain like she was spitting blood. She put her own life and pride on the line. I took everything she offered as payment. I let her live as a Slave.
I reached for the heavy wooden door and pushed it. The old hinges groaned with a harsh sound. I paused and looked back.
In front of the hot fire, Erika stood with her small back hunched. She was still red to the back of her neck. She focused desperately on the eggs in the pan. The edges of the eggs were turning white. Her left arm was scarred and twitching from old burns. She clumsily adjusted her grip on the handle. Her thin shoulders were still shaking from what happened earlier.
On that dark, bloody night, I went through Erika’s things. They had spilled from Anna’s hands. I found a badly worn notebook covered in mud and dark blood. Every time I turned a page, I saw her neat writing become messy. It broke down under her fatigue and madness.
And then, the last page. The ink was smudged by tears or mud. I had Sylvia read the line aloud to me. It still stuck in my mind.
……’But, even now, I am still alive. Mother.’
She had not come to this crazy battlefield by choice. She was thrown into death by orders she could not resist. She watched her friends turn into lifeless bodies one by one. Yet, she still clung to life until the very end. She drank muddy water and fought to live.
She only wanted to go home.
Even this woman, who shook like a small bird, had a place to return to. Someone was waiting for her to come home alive.
That night, in the dark room, I could not close that notebook for a long time.
The next morning, I remembered the look on her face. I had called her out of the stone cell.
I looked at Erika’s back again.
The despair that had stained the ink in that notebook was gone. The hands that once shook in the face of death were now cooking breakfast.
Pop, the sound of oil frying. The warm scent of food filled the air. It was food to keep a person alive.
Erika did not look back. I let out a short breath and left the kitchen.
Behind me, the heavy door clicked shut with a dull thud.
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Summary:
The protagonist begins his morning in a domestic scene filled with intimacy and ritualized service from his household members. After a series of affectionate interactions in his bedroom, he heads to the kitchen to find Anna preparing breakfast. A moment of intense, passionate physical contact between them is interrupted by the sound of bacon sizzling on the hearth.
Ryuichi engages in a power-play display of intimacy with Anna while Erika observes in a state of traumatized submission. Ryuichi shifts his attention to Erika, asserting his dominance and forcing her back to her domestic tasks. The chapter concludes with Ryuichi reflecting on the grim origins of Erika’s servitude and her previous life as a soldier on a desperate battlefield.
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Trivia:
The morning routine is described as a deliberate, ritualized act of intimacy referred to as “morning cleaning.”
The protagonist holds the status of “Spirit King,” creating a power dynamic that is reflected in the devoted behavior of the women around him.
The kitchen’s atmosphere provides a stark contrast to the quiet, cooled air of the bedroom, grounding the scene in a more vulgar, visceral reality.
Ryuichi spared Erika only after Anna paid a heavy personal price.
Erika’s left arm bears burn scars from her time on the battlefield.
The notebook Erika carried is filled with a progression from order to madness.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Sylvia – A platinum-haired, jade-eyed commander of god-given beauty, this highly perceptive operative is Ryuichi’s deeply devoted partner. She shares an intimate morning routine and total submissiveness with her master, while tormenting others with a sweet tone. On the front line alongside elven archers, she ruthlessly deploys white heat rays. She shares a complex, sisterly bond with Lara and read Erika’s notebook.
• Liana – A refined elf maid and sister attendant who serves the protagonist with quiet, serene movements. Beneath her precise demeanor and impeccably braided, shoulder-length silver hair lies a deep olfactory obsession. Fiercely loyal to her master but cold to others, she disdains corruption and uses high-pressure water magic, archery, and a dagger, calmly wiping away blood while hunting survivors.
• Erika – A thin, 23-year-old former Empire mechanic and soldier, she is now Ryuichi’s traumatized, submissive slave and nervous attendant. She has blue eyes, long, unkempt dark-golden hair matted with oil, and an emaciated, scarred body. Conditioned as a replaceable component, she struggles with her composure during intimate moments, dissociating as she suppresses terrifying memories of a brutal war.
• Anna – A serious, quiet attendant and former medic remembered from the Stone Chamber as strong and self-sacrificing. She once offered herself into slavery to save Erika’s life and now shares a deep, unspoken bond with the protagonist. Serving Ryuichi as a slave, she performs household duties like preparing meals while navigating a complex, submissive relationship with her master.
• Mina – A petite, rich-figured Elf sister and devoted attendant who clings affectionately to Ryuichi. She sleeps in his shared bedroom, warms his cold hands, and offers him a canteen inside the barrier. Aside from her overnight processing role and doting nature, she is a skilled garrison archer and mage wielding thermal combat spells that reflect her unusually high body temperature.
• Spirit King – The protagonist and absolute ruler is a male who serves as the sole, detached source of mana for an Elf village ritual. Possessing limitless stamina and dominant magical abilities, he can heal others and completely reconstruct the physical forms of those he subdues.
• 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.
• Rene – A fragile, timid Elf archer and harem member who clings to the protagonist for safety, responding with absolute innocence to his jokes. Despite a free-spirited side and messy morning bedhead, fear triggers raw Mana bursts in her. Designated as his “healing item” after intimate rituals, she enjoys his affection and now sleeps in blissfully stunned exhaustion alongside the others.
• Ryuichi – A 40-year-old Spirit King with Japanese past-life memories, this towering, muscular master has short dark hair, black eyes, a beard, and absolute authority over his subordinates. Analytical, cold, and commanding, he ruthlessly controls the Elder’s Manor and an elf village. He uses intense mana, gravity, barriers, and healing magic to enhance his stamina, protecting and loving Sylvia while pragmatically weighing the value of spared companions like Anna and Erika.
• 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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