The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

65 – The Tower Master’s Unconscious Seduction of the Elf

It happened when the festival was nearing its end.

“Hera, I’m leaving now…?”

Franz, who had emptied his last glass, suddenly stood up.

Hera, startled, grabbed his wrist.

“You seem very drunk. Why don’t you sleep here instead? We have an extra bed at our house, so you can sleep there.”

Franz was literally drunk.

He could barely hold himself up, and his cheeks were flushed.

Anyone could see that he was far from normal.

Hera couldn’t send him back in such a state, fearing an accident might happen.

But Franz didn’t understand her concern.

“…It’s fine. Sleep? Sleep… One teleport and I’m at the tower…”

“You might make a mistake while teleporting. I know you’re great, but you’re very drunk, so anything could happen.”

If he made a mistake with the teleport coordinates and ended up in the middle of a large lake or at the edge of a cliff, it would be a disaster.

Of course, considering his magical skills, that was unlikely, but that was assuming he was sober.

No one could predict what might happen now that he was heavily drunk.

‘I should have made him drink moderately.’

Hera regretted pouring him the drink.

He kept drinking whatever she gave him, saying it was delicious, so she kept pouring without thinking about him getting drunk.

Strictly speaking, the person drinking should control themselves, but Hera’s brain, already enslaved, didn’t even consider it Franz’s fault.

“Hera, thank you for today.”

Franz reached out and lightly tapped Hera’s head.

Hera, who felt very pleased by that touch, soon found her expression melting away.

But,

“Isn’t this the wrong time for that? Franz, I’m sorry, but I absolutely can’t let you go today.”

Her master’s safety came before her joy as a slave.

She could truly be called the perfect slave.

While Hera was bickering with Franz, an elf came running.

“Chieftain…! Here…!”

“Thank you.”

The elf handed over a small cup, and Hera received it.

The cup was filled with a clear liquid.

It wasn’t ordinary water, but water boiled with herbs to help detoxify alcohol.

“Here, Franz, drink this in one go.”

“Huh…? What’s this…?”

“It’s a remedy for hangovers. Drink it if you don’t want your head to split open tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess that’s true…”

Franz took the cup Hera handed him and drank it straight down.

Then he handed the empty cup back to her and said,

“Is that good? I’m leaving now…?”

It seemed he was determined to return to the magic tower somehow.

Did he hide honey in the magic tower? Otherwise, it really didn’t make sense.

But Hera had somewhat expected this outcome.

If persuasion had been possible with words, it wouldn’t have come to this.

Honestly, she hadn’t wanted to say this, but she had no choice.

“Fine, go ahead. But take me with you. I won’t be able to sleep if I let you go like this.”

No matter how much, he couldn’t take a woman home, so he would back down appropriately at this point.

A truly desperate measure that only a woman could use.

She didn’t like resorting to such cowardly tactics, but she had no choice for his sake.

However, Franz, drunk as he was, was far beyond Hera’s imagination.

“Really? Come here.”

Franz grabbed Hera’s wrist and pulled her towards him.

“Uh?!”

Caught off guard, Hera was dragged to him, her eyes wide open in surprise, letting out a foolish sound.

Moreover, being so close to him made her heart pound loudly, as if it were about to burst.

“Fr-Franz…?!”

Hera, who had finally come to her senses, tried to say something to Franz,

But-.

Franz snapped his fingers faster than she could speak.

A magic circle was drawn beneath their feet, and soon, with a flash of light, they disappeared from the Great Forest.

The World Tree, watching them, clapped its hands with a shriek of delight.

Thus ended a brief moment in the past, and now, back to the present.

“Uh, it’s okay. Just… lie down for a bit.”

Hera was supporting Franz, who could barely stand on his own.

Whether he had drunk more or it was a side effect of the teleportation, his condition was worse than it had been in the Great Forest.

“Alright, I’ll help you.”

Hera said, looking around for a bed.

But no matter how hard she looked, there was no bed in the tower master’s room.

“Franz, where is the bed?”

“Over there, in that room….”

Franz pointed with his finger to a door.

“Then let’s go there first.”

Hera began walking towards the door, supporting Franz.

Fortunately, he wasn’t completely out of it, as he didn’t stumble too much.

But there was one big problem: Hera was supporting him from below, as if she were giving him a piggyback ride.

“Huff, huff”

Franz’s limp hand brushed against Hera’s hills repeatedly.

Naturally, Hera felt embarrassed and flustered, but she couldn’t say anything.

It was a drunken act, after all.

He probably wouldn’t even remember it, and bringing it up would only make her feel more ashamed.

And to be honest….

‘Sl, Slave….’

Hera knew what kinds of things slaves endured.

She also knew that those things included s*xual acts.

So, as a slave, there wasn’t really anything she could say even if she experienced such things.

Trying to suppress her blushing, Hera continued forward and arrived at Franz’s room.

It was dark, so she couldn’t see well, but she somehow managed to find the bed and lay him down.

“Really, even if you’re the master, is it okay to trouble me like this?”

“Who, master….”

“Then who else is my master but you?”

“I’m sorry for troubling you….”

Franz apologized in a slurred voice.

For some reason, Hera found his state endearing.

As if he were a newborn baby, unable to do anything without her.

A strange sense of satisfaction washed over her.

At the end of that train of thought, she ended up having a truly wicked thought.

Maybe getting him drunk sometimes wouldn’t be so bad-.

As long as she was by his side, there wouldn’t be any real problems.

“Franz, are you going to sleep now?”

“Yes, sleepy….”

“Alright, then close your eyes and sleep.”

Hera covered him with a blanket.

It would be better for him to sleep after taking his clothes off, but it seemed difficult in his current state.

So, it would be best to just let him sleep as he was.

Soon, Franz seemed to fall asleep, his breathing becoming regular and soft.

‘So, what do I do now….’

First of all, it’s certain where this place is.

It’s the tower where Franz works.

I could tell because I had been here once before.

And from here to the Great Forest, it would take at least three days on foot.

Rather than walking that distance, it would be better to ask Franz to take me there when he wakes up tomorrow.

I don’t even have a robe to cover my face, so I’m a bit worried.

‘By the way, what on earth is he thinking…?’

Honestly, I was a little taken aback.

I didn’t expect him to agree to come with me without hesitation.

I wonder if there’s a difference between elves and humans.

Or maybe he has feelings for me…?

‘No, that can’t be it.’

Why would Franz, of all people, want to be with an elf?

Surely human women would line up to be with him.

Besides, I’m nothing more than his slave.

I’ve heard of masters who treat their slaves kindly, but never as romantic partners.

But if, just if, he brought me here because he has feelings for me…?

Hera glanced at Franz’s face.

Long eyelashes, fair skin, distinct features.

He was incredibly handsome, whether human or elf.

‘Was there ever a time when elves and humans married…? Can they even have children…?’

Yawn.

Thinking such thoughts, Hera yawned.

She had been moving all day preparing for the festival, so it was only natural to be tired.

‘Where should I sleep for now?’

Anyway, I can ask Franz to take me when he wakes up.

There’s no need to stay awake.

The thoughts she had just moments ago had long since flown away with her drowsiness.

As she began to look for a place to sleep, Hera suddenly remembered the large sofa in the master’s room of the tower.

It might not be as comfortable as a bed, but it would do just fine.

“Good night, Master.”

Hera whispered softly into Franz’s ear and slipped out of his room. She then lay down on the sofa, trying to sleep.

Perhaps because it was an expensive sofa, she found it more comfortable than her own bed in the Great Forest.

The next day arrived.

“Master of the Tower… sir….”

Arian saw it again.

A woman he didn’t know was in the Master’s room.

And this time, she wasn’t even human, but an elf.