“Ahem, it’s an old story. Over 20 years ago. Miss Rosé, it might be upsetting not to know about Father, but don’t be too disheartened. I’m sure he had his reasons.”
Even though she might wonder why he called him ‘Father,’ Dain wanted to maintain proper etiquette as her future husband.
Lian Mora, who’s watching from above, would surely be proud of his proper behavior.
“He had his reasons…”
“Of course. Father must have loved you more than anything.”
Rosé couldn’t help but chuckle. She suddenly remembered Lian Mora’s will, which Elion had given her on the first day she possessed this body.
— Remember. Though it’s cowardly to say now, I never forgot you for a single moment.
“I’m fine, Dain.”
“Miss Rosé…”
Rosé forced a smile at Dain, who looked at her with pity, and handed him the d*ldo.
“I have a favor to ask with this glass stone, not a d*ldo.”
At that moment, Dain’s heart, which was about to be filled with sadness, went cold, reaching a state of emptiness.
As a doctor of xenobiology, there weren’t many requests involving a d*ldo.
‘Could Rosé be asking me to…’
“Is it about a transplant surgery?”
“What?”
Rosé blinked, confused, but Dain was already lost in his wild imagination.
So that was it. She wanted to replace his c*ck with this large but beautiful d*ldo.
Was she using the fact that glass stones have a very low rejection rate for transplants? A clever but unsettling thought.
But Dain couldn’t bring himself to say no to his cute and lovely partner.
“…Alright. If you’re tired of my c*ck, I have no choice. I’ll try. While I’m at it, I should contact the Imperial Press. Since it’s the first g*nitalia replacement surgery in the empire, we might get sponsorship.”
“g*nitalia replacement surgery? Wait. Dain! What are you thinking!”
Rosé grabbed Dain’s arm, who was already writing support requests to famous surgeons, and tried to stop him.
The idea of g*nitalia replacement surgery because he was rejected for s*x was terrifying.
“I told you, Dain. It’s not a d*ldo. It’s just…”
— Hng, uh, ahng.
— Ugh, ah!
“It just grew in the shape of a d*ldo.”
It’s a secret that she m*sturbated all night with that S-tier glass stone that’s shaped like a d*ldo.
“What? A glass stone that grew in the shape of a d*ldo…”
Dain wiped his face several times, inspecting the d*ldo closely.
The intricate veins, the small gap between the gl*ns and the shaft, even the tiny urethral opening at the tip, as if someone had meticulously carved it.
Who would believe that this d*ldo, which perfectly replicated a real c*ck, was a naturally grown glass stone!
“So glass stones grow in the shape of c*cks. I see… that’s what it was…”
Without further explanation from Rosé, Dain, demonstrating his top graduate prowess in xenobiology, easily accepted this bizarre phenomenon.
The so-called glass stones that were said to blind monsters, which no one had ever seen but only heard rumors about.
If these rare stones indeed grew in the shape of dildos, it made sense why monsters would go blind.
‘It would be a miracle if they didn’t gouge out their own eyes after seeing such an ugly and grotesque club.’
It was fortunate if they didn’t stab their own eyes out.
Likewise, it was understandable why glass stones had never been discovered until now. Who would think of a d*ldo as a stone? They would just step over it in disgust.
But regardless,
“This is a significant discovery, Miss Rosé. If you don’t mind, may I include your name in my next research paper? The title will be… let’s see. ‘I Thought It Was a d*ldo, But It’s Actually a Rare Glass Stone?'”
“No. Absolutely not.”
Dain lowered his eyes in disappointment at Rosé’s firm response.
“This could be a great opportunity for us to become joint authorities in xenobiology…”
And also a great opportunity to become joint perverts.
Rosé sighed and patted Dain’s slumped shoulder.
“Dain, I won’t stop you from writing a research paper. But can you first do me a favor?”
“A favor! Oh, I’m sorry. My academic enthusiasm got the better of me.”
Dain carefully placed the d*ldo on the desk, blowing on the gl*ns to remove any dust.
Rosé frowned as she watched his lips almost touch the d*ldo that had been inside her multiple times.
“Miss Rosé? So, what’s the favor?”
Dain, now wiping the d*ldo with a handkerchief, asked with a smile.
“Ah, um, well…”
Rosé tried to suppress her unpleasant feelings and asked,
“Can you make a sword out of that d*ldo… I mean, glass stone?”
“Like the Sword of Asker?”
The famous sword of Moir used by Lian Mora. And the sword Podrick mentioned that was somewhere in the Blue Rock mansion.
After a brief moment of thought, Rosé responded with determination in her voice.
“Yes, like the Sword of Asker.”
Dain quickly moved to the bookshelf and found the book 〈World Heroes Chronicles.〉
This book, showing signs of age, was the only one jointly written with the East before the Delze Harbor was blocked, studying and documenting the towers that appeared worldwide and those who conquered them.
The last reprint in Kithlode was 20 years ago, making Lian Mora the last hero written in the book.
“This is the last remaining copy. I managed to get it two days ago for 3 million phondos. They asked for an outrageous price.”
“3 million phondos?”
“Haha. Don’t worry, Miss Rosé. We have enough funds for our marriage.”
Dain laughed, finding Rosé’s shock at the amount endearing, and quickly flipped through the pages.
Found it. Lian Mora.
“My goodness. There’s even a portrait. I didn’t expect that.”
Dain exclaimed in surprise.
Twenty years ago, it wasn’t common to draw portraits of commoners.
Of course, the Moir royal palace would have been filled with portraits of Lian, but they were all burned when the kingdom fell…
Dain couldn’t take his eyes off Lian’s face, which was drawn in simple lines.
He had heard from old accounts that Lian was handsome, but to think he was this incredibly good-looking…
“You must take after your maternal side, Miss Rosé.”
Dain casually commented with a smile. It was obvious that Rosé was a beauty, but she and Lian do not have a single feature in common.
The only similarity was that both were extraordinarily beautiful.
“Ah, here it is. The Sword of Asker. The information is sparse, but I think I can roughly replicate it.”
Dain beamed as he found the description of the Sword of Asker on the next page.
He had been momentarily distracted by the unexpected portrait, but his original intent in finding the book was for this sword’s description.
The Sword of Asker.
A mysterious weapon from Moir, whose power even the Emperor of Kithlode couldn’t decipher.
The only known fact was the speculation that it was made from a rare, white-glowing glass stone.
Dain alternated his gaze between the d*ldo on the desk and the illustration of the Sword of Asker in the book, estimating their sizes.
No matter how thick and long the d*ldo was, it seemed insufficient to make a long sword blade…
“Hmm, I think we need more glass stone. About the size of a fist… Miss Rosé?”
Dain paused mid-sentence and turned to look at Rosé, who had been silent. She was staring blankly at the floor as if she had been struck.
“Miss Rosé, are you alright?”
Rosé, still in a daze, rummaged through her bag. She pulled out another round glass stone.
“Will this do?”
Dain nodded while observing Rosé’s complexion. Her already slightly pale face had turned a deep shade of blue.
“Seeing it’s round, this must have grown in the shape of balls. Miss Rosé.”
Even though he tried to lighten the mood with a joke, Rosé only slightly twitched her lips without responding.
Ah, he realized he hadn’t washed his hands. She might have noticed the smell of s*men and worried about dirtying the glass stone.
Dain quickly cleaned his hands with a handkerchief and rolled up his sleeves.
“Miss Rosé, don’t worry. I’ll clean it thoroughly.”
Dain sat Rosé, who still hadn’t responded, on the chair by the desk and hurried to get a bowl of water.
The 〈World Heroes Chronicles〉 he had been holding was now lying open on the desk where Rosé sat.
It was the page describing the Sword of Asker. But if she turned back just one page.
— My goodness. There’s even a portrait. I didn’t expect that.
Rosé’s hand, holding the edge of the book, trembled slightly. She seemed hesitant.
The suspicions she had about Elion could be resolved in an instant if she just turned this one page.
‘If Elion really is Lian…’
Setting aside the fact that it would mean the years she spent with him were a lie, who could she trust, and where could she stay?
He was a manager like her. He knew what possession was and who she originally was.
Rosé Mora. No, he was the only one who treated her as Jang Jangmi, the transmigrator, and would continue to do so.
But if he had been deceiving her all this time, if everything he said was a lie.
— If you wish to return to your original world, the tower will grant that wish.
Even the promise of a way to return home might have been a lie.
“Miss Rosé, I’m done washing. I even used soap, so it’s clean… Miss Rosé?”
“I’m sorry, Dain. I just remembered something urgent.”
When Dain returned to the desk a moment later, Rosé was already at the door with her bag.
“Miss Rosé, wait! I’ll take you…!”
Bang!
Dain called out to her urgently, but the door slammed shut, and his bangs fluttered to the side.
He admitted his own shortcomings and ruffled his hair with wet hands. You lazy fool! You should have washed your hands first!
“Haa, Miss Rosé…”
Dain returned to the desk and slumped into the chair. He couldn’t chase after someone who looked so unwell and beg them not to leave. He was afraid she might say she wanted to break up again.
He had no choice. He would complete the task she asked for and use it as leverage to demand cohabitation.
Admiring his own brilliant strategy, Dain shifted his gaze to the open book. But then.
“Huh? Why is this torn?”
The part of the book with Lian Mora’s portrait was torn haphazardly.
The only suspect Dain could think of was Rosé, who had hurriedly left the lab as if someone were chasing her.
In Dain’s mind, there was only one reason she would tear out Lian Mora’s portrait.
“She must have missed her father so much…”
The hero, Lian Mora. She must have lived with that forgotten name in her heart all this time.
Dain could understand why she left with just the portrait.
“It’s love.”
Love for her family.
Even he, who was indifferent to others, became lenient when it came to the Hindley family. How much more so for Miss Rosé, who grew up an orphan.
Dain resolved not to ask her about the portrait’s whereabouts in the future and turned the page.
The Sword of Asker.
To perfectly recreate the legendary weapon she requested with his own hands.
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Thank you so much for updating!!! I love this story and I was worried it would get abandoned! I’ll be looking forward to the next chapters! 😊