19 chapter 19

Within the Duke office.

Erik has a dead look on his face while facing Conner.

"....what...did...you...just ….said….?" Conner could hear that the duke tone was quite shaky after hearing his report.

"The young master has brought back a demon slave your grace." Conner once again repeats his report.

"Enough?! What is that idiot think he's doing?!" Erik roared.

"Your grace….do you think that the third young master...lust would go that far…?" Conner asked in a nervous tone.

"....look like his lust has transcended that of the species barrier….." Erik then lets out a long sigh.

"Just let him do whatever he wants...unless he comes into danger, don't reveal yourself."

Erik gave his order.

The next morning.

Leonard woke up as usual and went to the dining hall for breakfast.

What waiting within the dining hall gave him quite a surprise.

Mavis was standing alongside Claire, he almost didn't recognize her after a little cleanup and change of clothes.

"....You look different…." he said in Elvish.

Mavis, now in brand new clothes and all cleanup, blushed from Leonard comment.

After having his light breakfast Leonard order Claire to leave him alone with Mavis.

"Alright sit down, I have something to ask you."

Mavis obeyed his order and promptly took a seat on the opposite end from his.

"I want to ask you, do you know how to craft magical pieces of equipment or any alchemical knowledge?" he asked her.

"Not magical equipment….for alchemy, I could make some simple healing tonic...as for other alchemy product, I need the recipe," she told him

"Next, I want to ask you...can you sense my magical power?" he asked her in a serious tone.

"I could try...give me a second." she then concentrated her look at Leonard.

The process took no more than 10 seconds.

"I could sense that your magic is a bit on the lower end of the Elswynian standard, but to you human, I guess it's about average- or so what's my teacher told me."

Mavis replied.

Leonard's eyebrow twitched as he heard Mavis answer.

"Just how much magic do these elves have anyway." he lamented deep down his heart.

"Alright, the final and most important question, how far is my magic from your?" Leonard hopes that it won't be far.

"Pitiful, you barely had 1/10 of my reserve," she told him.

Leonard upon heard Mavis answer, grinned.

"Oh, I'm going to milk every last drop of magic from you…." Leonard said in a low tone.

Mavis upon hearing what he just said became nervous.

"....what are you talking about…."

Cold sweat began to drip down her forehead.

"Oh don't worry my dear….you are going to help me get rich…"

"...oy what is it?!" a dreadful feeling crept down her back.

Later within Leonard experimental laboratory.

"...this is all I had to do?...." Mavis looked back at Leonard weirdly.

"Yes...just pump in magic until I tell you to stop," he told her.

"Alright then...don't blame me if thing going to explode."

As she said that Mavis began to pour in magic into the sword that Leonard prepared.

The magical pattern that Leonard painted on the sword began to glow as Mavis poured magic until the pattern began to sink into the metal and vanish.

"Alright stop," Leonard ordered, he then picked up the sword.

"Tell me, how much magic do you have left and how many of these do you think you can make?" he asked her.

"Well...about 4 more is my limit," she told him.

"Fantastic!" Leonard then pushed out a barrel contained a number of weapons.

"....why do I feel like this is a sweatshop?" Mavis mumbled.

"Well because this is a sweatshop," Leonard replied.