[You have prevented Miss Slime from losing control because of the Madam, and have taken her on a boat toward the world outside the island.]
[This simulation is paused, summarizing...]
[Evaluation: You didn't care about the relationship, and still chose to train the Madam to gain a bond with Miss Slime. Sometimes you completely disregarded the target's life and feelings; you still intend to possess Miss Slime, your nature unchanged. But you gave her a new name, giving her a bond other than mother and daughter. As a player, you are both righteous and evil; perhaps, in time, you will become an excellent player with a conscience.]
If everyone cares about Miss Slime's life and feelings, who cares about mine?
Are simulation attempts not a life?
Silas felt he was very conscientious right now.
[Your remaining simulation attempts this time > 3, obtained extra rewards.]
[Standard Rewards: Attribute Points * 20, Skill Points * 20, Free Simulation Attempts * 6]
Still too conscientious.
If he had realized earlier that Melina was dishonest and trained her more brutally.
He should have been able to die one less time.
[Mission Special Reward: Enchantment Apprentice (After infusing a weapon in a special way, it can gain a certain enhancement)]
[Claim immediately?]
Huh?
Silas was stunned.
He thought after Swordsmanship and Marksmanship, it might be Shieldmanship or some other weapon technique.
Enchantment?
"..."
Glancing at the Nun sleeping soundly, Silas quietly got up.
Putting on his coat, he tiptoed out to the stable.
The haystack he used to lie on was now occupied by another groom. Sleeping lazily and soundly.
Cough.
Silas coughed. The older groom woke up instantly.
"Si-Silas-sama?"
"..."
Before, they were afraid this young horse expert from the East would steal their jobs; now they were afraid the promoted Silas wouldn't let them eat.
"Mmh, the horses look in good condition, but don't be so lax. Go check the horses in the other stables."
"Y-yes!"
The groom scrambled up and went to the other stables.
Silas wouldn't hold a grudge against them for fearing his excellence and giving him the cold shoulder over such a small matter.
After all, they didn't make things difficult for him or mock him.
How big a deal is sleeping?
He had worked as a base-level groom for a while, and the people managing the grooms back then also turned a blind eye as long as there were no issues with the horses.
"..."
He patted the rump of the dozing brown mare. The texture was vastly different from Rose's buttocks; too much fuzz.
Silas picked up the pitchfork lying on the side.
Naturally, he could feel his stamina draining severely. Inside the pitchfork, there was blood flowing from Silas's body. However, that blood turned into a strange... semi-transparent liquid.
Snap.
Silas hadn't even started testing its power.
The part where the iron fork connected to the wooden stick broke.
What garbage quality is this?
Silas threw away the pitchfork, looked around to ensure no one was there, and extended tentacles from his right hand.
Smack.
A half-meter pit was smashed into the compacted dirt floor.
Silas was confident that even if it were the concrete floor of his previous life, the destructive effect shown wouldn't be much different.
Is this kind of power really right?
It didn't seem like a normal world where everyone was an ordinary person.
True.
He had already encountered a wave of trashy living corpses in reality. The Princess, a succubus, really existed too; it would be abnormal not to have some strange powers.
"Silas-sama, I checked the other stables..."
The returning groom was only halfway through his sentence when he saw the broken pitchfork at Silas's feet.
"The quality is bad; go to the warehouse to get a new one tomorrow."
"But that was used by the Lord... he said he wanted to cherish it."
"Just grab any random one and bring it here, throw this broken one away, and it's done, right? If the Count really asks, just say I broke it."
"..."
Watching Silas drift lightly into the room.
The groom was stunned.
Trembling with anger!
This was making things difficult for him, right? Questioning if he wanted to offend him, a show of authority! Looking so pleasing to the eye, so young, yet his mind was so meticulous.
Could it be that the brothers planning to whisper in the Lord's ear and say something unfavorable about him were discovered?
No, he had to go tell the other grooms not to do that. This kid was no pushover.
Silas didn't care about the pitchfork at all.
That was too trivial for the current him.
He cared about something else.
If iron triggers Swordsmanship, then Marksmanship can be used too, right? No flintlock at hand.
"..."
Silas stood by the bed, staring at Miss Rose's smooth figure. Her slender hand, because of lying on her side, perfectly covered the key pink parts of her juicy mounds; very alluring.
So.
If he used the thing in his crotch as a medium to trigger Marksmanship, then enchanted it. What would happen?
[Skill * Enchantment Apprentice Activated]
The degree of stamina consumption using this thing... Silas could feel tired just standing there.
"..."
However.
The place that should be hard became increasingly outrageous.
Turning purple was a meme in his previous life, but it came true for Silas here.
Something was wrong.
This was completely different from enhancing the pitchfork and tentacles. It was like being drugged with sleeping tea.
His reason was clear, clearly knowing how powerful the little head was now. Just the Rose in front of him, even two more might not satisfy him.
Damn game.
Every day saying the player isn't conscientious enough. Is it asking the player to fight against libido?
Silas lay back on the bed, enduring as he opened the panel.
[Player: Silas]
[Titles: Scumbag, The Fake-Sleeping Husband, Succubus Slayer]
[Constitution: 91]
[Strength: 13]
[Agility: 9]
[Charisma: 74]
[Intelligence: 27]
[Skills: Tongue Technique Lv5, Lecturer Lv5, Hypnosis Expert, Swordsmanship Expert, X-Ray Vision Expert, Marksmanship Expert, Tentacle Apprentice, Enchantment Apprentice]
[Constitution: 91 + 20]
He still added to Constitution without hesitation.
Not only because the health bar would get thicker, but Silas now seemed to consume stamina intensified by using many skills. Before, just using Swordsmanship or Marksmanship was fine, but now simultaneously using tentacles to trigger skills and then enchanting, it felt like there was a timer. Ten-minute true man.
"..."
Perhaps unconsciously sensing Silas's return.
Rose's leg rested on Silas.
Couldn't hold back.
Silas spread the sleeping Nun's thighs. Her fleshy thighs would dent slightly when pressed with fingers.
Prying open the tender, smooth lips. Inside was still filled with Silas's stuff. Still wet.
Forget it.
The hardness produced after enchantment should be solved with Miss Slime.
Strange.
Why hasn't the maid lady come these two times?
Silas lay back; lying straight like this was uncomfortable, so he chose to use Rose's thigh to press down on it; much more comfortable.
Although Rose wasn't purely human either, her honey pot could be broken. Miss Slime's might not.
Whatever.
Maybe the maid lady was working hard.
Then how could he slack off before completely finishing the game?
[Current Simulation Attempts: 6. (Note: Completing the mission will restore Regular Simulation attempts)]
[Money held: 0 Gold, 0 Silver, 121 Copper]
[Current Mission: You and Miss Slime are already on the way to leave the island; please find more clues to help her escape danger!]
[Reward: Settled after completing the mission]
[No penalty for failure]
[Continue simulation?]
The Church people couldn't possibly know he was constantly getting stronger.
After leaving the island, he wouldn't be in the light while they were in the dark; the positions were reversed. He wanted to see what kind of Church could cultivate a product like Miss Slime.
Simulation, start!