The demon didn't come.
The witches, who had been guarding Yohan for three days and nights awaiting an attack, finally exploded.
Slap—! Slap—!
"There's no demon! I've gone without sex for three days protecting you, Yohan! And now the curse is back! Did you really hate the idea of being with me that much!?"
"T-Teacher— that's not it..."
With tears in her eyes, Evangeline slammed her hips down. Each time she struck bottom, his long penis pounded against the walls of her uterus.
Her hips moved solely for pleasure—or more accurately, for the release that lay beyond it. Before long, the urge to cum surged, and Yohan poured all the semen he had built up for over three days deep inside Evangeline.
"Ugh—!"
"Squeeze it out! I said, squeeze it all out!"
Even after he came, Evangeline didn't stop moving, ultimately taking more than three loads from him.
After cleaning his semen-covered penis with her mouth—which was still twitching erect as if three rounds weren't enough—she reluctantly gave up her spot, thinking it was a real shame.
"...Alright, now it's your turn."
She didn't like sharing her disciple with the others, but it couldn't be helped. She couldn't monopolize Yohan forever.
As if there was a seniority system even among the witches, Margaret was the one to step up after Evangeline. In truth, her curse was the most severe of them all.
As the invisible Margaret inserted Yohan's penis, the sight of his erect member being swallowed by something like an unseen, undulating tentacle was starkly revealed.
"Woooow..."
"So that's what it looks like during sex..."
It was sex as a visual aid, allowing them to see at a glance how Yohan's penis moved and which parts felt good.
The witches observed intently, planning to use what they learned for their own upcoming turns.
Yohan just felt like he was dying.
"—Wow, it's completely destroyed."
"...I told you it was real, didn't I?"
Yohan vented his frustration at Evangeline, who was marveling at the completely shattered city.
This level of large-scale destruction wasn't something even witches could easily accomplish. Not even Evangeline.
Before she learned about things like atoms from Yohan, hadn't large-scale destruction been nothing but a dream for her?
Moreover, this looked like it had been done with brute force, just overwhelming raw power...
"Maybe demons really do exist."
"They do! It's not 'maybe,' they're real!"
"Alright, alright, I believe you. When have you ever seen me doubt my disciple?"
Evangeline soothed the shouting Yohan and began running simulations in her head on how to deal with the demon if it actually appeared before them.
A fight isn't decided by raw power alone. Especially not a fight between magic-using witches.
It seemed to enjoy showing off its power like this, so if they could just exploit an opening...
'By the way, where on earth did it go?'
A being capable of destroying a city in an instant shouldn't have taken long to follow the lingering traces of Yohan's magic power to where they lived.
Hiding for three whole days didn't make sense. Unless, of course, it had lost its life somewhere else before reaching their cabin.
'Ah, that must be it.'
Realizing she had unconsciously hit upon the right answer, Evangeline let out a hollow laugh. Right, demons, dragons—they were all ancient beings, relics of a bygone era.
The main players of this era were witches. Not creatures from fairy tales like demons, dragons, or fairies.
"Let's go back."
"But the demon, it's really..."
"I know, I know. Huh? If you keep this up, I'll fuck you again, you know?"
"...I'm sorry."
Having subdued the whining Yohan with a single sentence, Evangeline hugged him and started acting cute, telling him not to pout.
As if that alone was enough to soothe his anger, the expression on Yohan's face began to soften.
"Is that so? A demon has appeared..."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Empress of the Empire, Frederica, murmured thoughtfully as she listened to the report from her vassals.
A city could simply be rebuilt, but they had no way to defeat the demon if it appeared again.
'As I thought, we need a witch...'
The Empire had three witches.
Makina, the Witch of Machinery.
The Witch of Congelation, who guarded the Northern Defense Line.
And one witch who was currently on vacation.
But it was impossible to protect the entire vast Empire with just three of them. Not even with the Empire's technology, the most superior in the world.
"First, send architects to that city. And include a generous sum of condolence money for the deceased."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Having dealt with the immediate problem, the Empress was once again lost in thought.
'It would be nice if a witch just fell out of the sky.'
She knew that was impossible. The habits of witches rarely changed. They were recluses who would never approach you unless you sought them out first.
All three witches belonging to the Empire were talents she had personally sought out and recruited. If not for her, they would probably still be holed up in some cave.
"That man... I need that man..."
"...Yes?"
"No, it's nothing."
At that moment, the minister attending the Empress heard her muttering and shed tears inwardly.
Finally, the stubborn Empress had taken an interest in a man—.
'A man Her Majesty is pining for so much...'
The minister discreetly gave orders to find out who this man was and how he could be presented to the Empress.
After the encounter with the demon, the witches never left me alone.
"Yohan, where are you going?"
"To the market..."
"Oh? Take Beatrice and Hekaterina with you."
"What? Just to go to the market...?"
"Enough, just take them!"
At my teacher's forceful suggestion, I had no choice but to head to the city with the two childlike women.
Because a nearby city had been destroyed, this one was booming, flooded with people.
'This is so convenient.'
The times I felt best about having a witch who could teleport by my side were moments like this, when moving to a new place.
If I had been a resident of one of the destroyed cities, I would have had to waste days and days moving to another city each time. But with Margaret around, I didn't have to worry about that.
"You two, don't wander off. Stay close to me."
"...Do you think we're kids?"
"Yohan, you worry too much."
Hearing the two witches, who looked no different from children, say that, I kept looking back to keep an eye on them.
Despite claiming not to be children, Beatrice was already captivated by a shop selling cute, doll-like things, and Hekaterina was subtly trying to wander off down another street.
I stopped them both, quickly bought ingredients at the vegetable and fish markets, and then calculated my remaining money.
'I should probably start hunting some monsters and selling their corpses soon...'
I'd only been spending money and not earning any lately, so my savings were dwindling fast.
And I was in the position of supporting five witches, no less. When I considered the cost of their food, desserts, and the reagents used for their magic research, my gold coins truly vanished like melting snow.
"Beatrice, Hekaterina. Let's stop by the Adventurer's Guild today."
"Why there?"
"Just to register."
"It's full of macho guys who have rocks for brains. I don't want to go."
I let out a hollow laugh at Hekaterina's scathing criticism and dragged her toward the Adventurer's Guild. I wanted to tell her to just watch Beatrice, but how could I ask one child to look after another? I'd have better luck asking a cat to guard a fish.
As I led the two of them to the Adventurer's Guild, I was surprised to see not only men, but a fair number of women inside.
'Ah... right, this place is close to the Empire.'
And the Empire was an advanced civilization that actively used breech-loading rifles and steam engines.
It seemed the Imperial Family monopolized the cutting-edge technology, but this meant that older technologies, like matchlock guns, had been released to the public.
In other words, you no longer needed just muscle to hunt monsters.
'Does that mean the guild provides guns to its hunters? Or are they handmade?'
As I thought this and looked around, I realized that, surprisingly, all eyes were on me. Not on the two behind me, but on me.
I did my best to ignore the stares and went to the reception desk, where a clerk greeted me with a smile.
"Welcome. How may I help you?"
"Is this guild affiliated with other Adventurer's Guilds?"
"Yes, as long as it's a branch of our guild, even if it's at the ends of the earth..."
"Then take this."
I held out the adventurer's tag I had received from another guild a long time ago. By this world's standards, it was a tag only given to S-rank adventurers or mercenaries.
The clerk who saw it froze stiff and stared intently at the tag. But no matter how long she stared, the tag wasn't going to change.
"P-Please wait just a moment...!"
As the clerk disappeared into the back with the tag, I felt the gazes focused on me and scanned my surroundings.
There was a strong-looking man, a woman with sharp-looking eyes, and—two witches.
'...Why are witches working as adventurers?'
The witches were showing interest in me.
Realizing this, I immediately ducked my head toward the floor, hiding my face.
"Thank you for waiting! Sir Yohan! This is the one you can use at our guild..."
"Just give it to me, quickly."
"Y-Yes? What's the sudden..."
"Hey, let's go!"
A moment later, I snatched the tag from the reappeared clerk and immediately dragged Beatrice and Hekaterina out of the guild.
If I didn't get out of there as fast as possible, my weekly routine would be ruined. It was supposed to be one a day.