Vermouth had just obtained the [Demon Mask], so her mastery of the skill was still lacking.
Arlen, naturally, had to assist her personally.
However, regarding the [Demon Mask], he was also exploring uncharted territory; he could only research it bit by bit through practical application.
Very soon, they encountered a "tight" problem.
Arlen frowned, focusing his attention on breaking through the obstacle.
Vermouth felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her body trembling, yet she fiercely gritted her teeth to endure it.
"Let me see the [Demon Mask]'s ability again," Arlen reminded her, a wicked smile revealing itself at the corner of his mouth.
Vermouth indeed had not lied about her inexperience.
Otherwise, the "breakthrough" would not have been so difficult.
Fortunately, Arlen now had the relevant experience, so he could handle the situation calmly.
"Understood, Master," Vermouth said with a trembling voice, beginning to activate the skill.
She had lived a full life, and faces from her past surfaced in her mind one after another.
Suddenly, Arlen's eyes lit up.
The skill [Demon Mask] was truly unfathomable.
He could now be certain.
The ability was indeed a 100% perfect simulation.
On the other side.
Seeing this scene, Shiho had a strange expression on her face.
Everything in front of her was like looking in a mirror.
Does this woman have an obsession with me? she thought. Why is she simulating me most of the time?
"That woman is too hateful," Shiho muttered through gritted teeth.
However, she felt as if she had been cursed. Her body softened, losing all resistance.
Buzz!
The light of a magic circle flashed, enveloping her figure.
Arlen acted like an emperor summoning a concubine as he pulled her over.
A familiar sense of weightlessness washed over her. Shiho once again found herself drowning in a vast ocean of sensation.
She felt like she was sinking. In the end, she could only cling desperately to the other "Shiho"—Vermouth in disguise.
By the end, she did not even have the strength to struggle.
[Vermouth] [Race: Devil] [Master: Arlen Lucifuge] [Level: LV10] [Skill: Demon Mask] [Demon Mask: Can freely change appearance, voice, and even aura to perfectly replicate others.]
...
[Miyano Shiho] [Race: Devil] [Master: Arlen Lucifuge] [Level: LV13] [Skill: Magic Heart] [Magic Heart: No magic in the world holds any mystery for you; you can master it extremely quickly.]
...
Looking at the status information of the two women, Arlen raised his eyebrows.
This growth speed was truly incredible.
Particularly Shiho.
It had only been a few days.
If it continued like this, he was sure it wouldn't take long for her to become a High-Class Devil.
"And it's not like I didn't gain anything either," Arlen muttered to himself, feeling the surge of his own Demonic Power.
The stronger Shiho became, the more experience he gained through their bond.
"It seems I need to help my Servants improve their strength often."
Thinking of this, Arlen subconsciously looked toward Akemi, his expression holding a deep, suggestive meaning.
"M-Master... I suddenly remembered something I need to do!" Akemi stammered.
Leaving that sentence behind, she fled the room like a frightened rabbit.
She was not ready for that kind of training yet.
"..."
Arlen blinked, but in the end, he shook his head and smiled.
Forget it.
She is already my Servant anyway.
There is no need to rush right now.
Benefiting from his Progenitor Devil constitution, Arlen was not tired even after fighting two intense battles in a row.
However...
Looking at the fluids and traces on his body, Arlen prepared to wash up.
Being sticky all over was really quite uncomfortable.
...
That day.
At dusk.
Inside the dining room.
Akemi was yawning, picking at her food listlessly. Dark circles were faintly visible under her eyes.
"Nee-san, do you have insomnia?"
"Isn't it all because of you?" Akemi glanced at her sister resentfully.
She had been kept awake by the noise last night.
And this morning, there was actually a second round.
She couldn't even catch up on sleep.
As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with indescribable, lewd images.
This was simply torture for a pure maiden.
"Ara, ara... I actually slept very well," Vermouth said, propping her chin up and smiling radiantly. "And I am very energetic right now."
Speaking of this, she was also quite surprised.
She clearly should have been exhausted.
But now...
Not only was she refreshed, but her power had also increased significantly.
Could it be because...
Thinking of this, Vermouth subconsciously looked toward her Master with a heated gaze.
"Vermouth, how is the matter with the Black Organization going?"
"Master, there is news."
Hearing Arlen's business tone, Vermouth straightened up. "I organized a temporary meeting. Karasuma Renya has confirmed that he will attend."
"Alright."
Arlen nodded and ate a few mouthfuls of rice. "After everyone finishes eating, let's start the operation."
------------------
ANNOUNCEMENT:
50 advanced episodes are on the way.
Starting today: daily uploads.
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/Serenabunny