The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

67 – The Tower Master Went to the Elf Slave’s House.

‘How did I get in yesterday.’

Franz lay in bed, trying to recall how he got to his room, but nothing came to mind.

His memory after drinking in the Great Forest was gone, so he must have drunk a lot.

But how did Arian know that he drank?

She spoke as if someone had told her, which made him curious.

‘Someone…?’

At that moment, an important memory flashed in Franz’s mind.

It was about bringing Hera to the tower last night.

Franz rushed out without even kicking the blanket.

“Hera….”

Sure enough, Hera was in the Tower Master’s chamber.

“Ah, Franz.”

Hera, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa, immediately approached Franz upon seeing him.

With a worried expression, she asked,

“Did you sleep well? How’s your stomach, and the hangover?”

“My stomach is a bit upset, but everything else is fine. More importantly, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t myself yesterday.”

“Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen in life. Besides, I’m your slave, am I not? It was only natural for me to do what I did.”

Once again, Hera’s slave mindset emerged without fail.

Franz found it truly perplexing, but today, he couldn’t say anything.

He felt too sorry for her.

“The real problem is your upset stomach. When we return to the Great Forest, I’ll make you some porridge myself.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to go that far…”

“Taking care of an unwell master is also a slave’s duty.”

It’s not exactly wrong, but…

Franz had many things to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to say them.

The roles of master and servant had completely reversed.

‘This is why you shouldn’t make mistakes.’

With a single mistake, he had become a mute who had swallowed honey.

But what use is there in regretting now? Spilled water cannot be gathered back.

In the end, all Franz could do was take Hera back as quickly as possible.

“I’ll get ready and be out soon.”

“Take your time, it’s fine.”

Hera replied with a gentle smile on her lips.

But Franz couldn’t accept her kindness, so he went straight to his room to prepare for going out.

It took him less than ten minutes to come out of the room.

It wasn’t that he had prepared hastily. He had showered and changed clothes.

It was the result of combining the power of magic with a man who had completed his military service in the South Korean army.

Hera tilted her head in curiosity at Franz’s strange behavior.

“Franz, is there a magic spell that cleans your body…?”

“No, there’s no such thing.”

How nice it would be if there were.

Cleanse-, a magic word that makes the whole body clean in an instant.

But unfortunately, such magic did not exist in this world.

From where to where to recognize impurities, and to establish a magic formula accordingly….

Magic is not about making imagination a reality, but about deriving results according to the magic formula.

Therefore, it is impossible to create such ambiguous magic.

For example, if blood flowing out of the body is recognized as an impurity, what about the blood that is flowing? If you’re not careful, you might end up erasing the blood inside your body as well.

And.

‘Even if such a thing existed, I don’t think I would use it.’

Unless it was an emergency, I would probably just wash normally.

How good it feels to soak in hot water after work.

Anyway, everything is ready.

Now, all that remains is to take Hera.

“Hera, let’s go.”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Hera, who was sitting on the sofa, got up and approached Franz.

Snap-.

As Franz snapped his fingers, light flickered and the two figures disappeared from the tower master’s room.

The place where the two who disappeared appeared was, of course, the Great Forest, near the elves’ dwelling.

The fresh air and cool temperature entering their lungs clearly proved that they had arrived in the Great Forest.

As they walked towards the elves’ dwelling, they began to talk.

“Hera, are you really okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have to take responsibility and manage the festival, I was worried that you might not be able to because of me.”

Franz spoke with genuine concern, but Hera burst into laughter.

“The other elves would have taken care of it. Just because the chief is not there doesn’t mean they can’t do their job. Anyway, thanks for the concern.”

“That’s a relief….”

As they walked and talked for a while, suddenly a voice came directly into Franz’s mind.

[I would like to have two children.]

It was the World Tree.

Judging by the absurd words, it seemed that someone had poured alcohol on its roots.

[Sober, you say.]

‘Sober, and yet you say such things?’

[Oh my, you both disappeared after getting heavily drunk, isn’t it obvious?]

…No words to say.

Even as the person involved, it was too true to refute.

However.

‘There’s nothing to worry about, nothing happened.’

It was true that he took Hera and spent the night, but they only slept.

Moreover, not even in the same bed or the same room, but separately.

‘Separate rooms, right…?’

His memory of last night wasn’t clear, but it was probably separate rooms.

There was no way he would have slept in the same room as her.

[That’s a bit disappointing. I would approve of you two.]

‘Haha, ha….’

Every time he heard such words, he was at a loss for how to respond.

It felt similar to when grandparents ask, ‘When are you getting married?’

[I’m not your grandmother, am I…?]

‘It’s just a saying.’

While Franz was having this conversation with the World Tree.

“Franz, is something wrong?”

Suddenly, Hera asked.

It seemed his troubled expression had shown.

“No, it’s nothing. Just having a brief chat with the World Tree.”

“What, what did it say?”

“…Just asked if I enjoyed the festival.”

He briefly considered telling the truth, but decided against it.

It would only trouble Hera if she heard it.

Especially since it was the World Tree speaking.

“So? What did you reply?”

“Well, of course, I said I enjoyed it.”

“Hmm-, that’s a relief. Ah, if you don’t mind, would you like me to get you some alcohol?”

“…I’ll pass on that.”

I made such a mistake after drinking, if I drink again, I’ll be a dog. A barking dog.

As they walked and talked, they arrived at their residence before they knew it.

It was a place that had been bustling just yesterday, but now it was incredibly quiet.

It felt like the festival had been a lie.

“Well, then, my house is this way.”

Hera took the lead, and Franz followed her.

Soon, they arrived at a house built at the base of a large tree.

“This is our house.”

Hera said this as she naturally opened the door and went inside. It was very elf-like that there wasn’t even a basic lock, and it made one feel anew how much they trusted each other.

Franz’s eyes busily moved around as he entered Hera’s house. But there wasn’t much to see. It was so empty that it felt desolate.

‘If I had known it was like this, I would have brought something.’

I don’t know if their aesthetic sense is similar to humans, but if I bring something, they’ll probably like it.

“You, sit there for now. I’ll make porridge soon.”

“Are you really going to make it? No, it’s okay. I’ll just go.”

“I feel bad for making you drink so much yesterday. So if possible, please eat before you go.”

This is awkward….

I didn’t have anything urgent to do, but I felt bad making her work again after she had already gone through so much trouble. But it was also hard to refuse since she was being so humble.

So, in the end, all Franz could do was sit awkwardly on the chair.

‘Oh…?’

The chair was made by carving wood, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

I want to trade it for the luxurious chair in the tower master’s room.

Soon, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and before long, a steaming pot was placed on the table.

Hera transferred the porridge to a wooden bowl and handed it to Franz.

“It’s hot, so let it cool down before eating.”

“Thank you for the meal.”

Franz scooped up the porridge with a spoon and blew on it.

Once the porridge had cooled down a bit, he carefully brought it to his mouth.

“Oh, it’s delicious?”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, it’s really delicious.”

The taste was like the vegetable porridge I had in the 21st century. No joke, it tasted exactly like that.

For Franz, it was a taste he had actually missed.

“That’s a relief…”

Hera let out a sigh of relief.

She must have been quite nervous.

As she had hoped, Franz completely emptied the bowl.

He even went for a second serving.

‘It would be perfect with some kimchi.’

Unfortunately, that was too much to ask for. Expecting kimchi here was too greedy.

Still, just in case, he thought he should look for ingredients that could create a similar taste next time.

With that thought, Franz stood up.

“Hera, the porridge was really good.”

“I’m glad it suited your taste. Are you leaving now?”

“I have things to do. I feel bad for imposing on you too much.”

“I’m fine… but if you have things to do, there’s no helping it. See you next time.”

“Yeah, I’ll come visit you next time.”

After saying goodbye to Hera, Franz headed straight back to the magic tower.

Hera stared blankly at the spot where he had disappeared, then shifted her gaze to the empty bowl on the table.

‘…I feel lonely.’

How long had it been since she had such thoughts?

It seemed she needed to become his slave as soon as possible.

* * * * *

Back at the magic tower, Franz sat on the sofa and organized his upcoming tasks.

Dealing with the remaining five of the Seven Deadly Sins, receiving the title of Duke, attending the party of the Freesia Duchy.

‘It’s tighter than I thought.’

There were three tasks right in front of him.

Moreover, once he received the title of Duke, he would have to take care of various matters in the Ishtar Duchy, making him even busier in reality.

As the work at the magic tower became more relaxed, other tasks started to pile up.

I worry that I might end up working my whole life and die.

Well, somehow it will work out.

Just like it always has.

It was when Franz organized his thoughts like that.

“…Master of the Tower.”

The firmly closed door opened, and Arian came in.

She had run out with a flushed face in the morning, but now her expression didn’t seem too bad, so it seemed her anger had somewhat subsided.

“Arian, I’m sorry about this morning. I drank after a long time and ended up drinking a bit too much…”

“Th-that’s okay.”

Franz could breathe a sigh of relief at her words.

After all, it meant her anger had subsided.

But there was a bigger problem.

“You know we have to leave together tomorrow, right…?”

“Tomorrow?”

There were still three days left until the party at the Duke of Frigia’s mansion. So she must be talking about some other schedule. But nothing came to mind, so he was just puzzled.

“Yes, we decided to take the carriage together, remember? It takes quite a while by carriage.”

Ah, the carriage.

He had forgotten to modify it, but it should be fine, right?