The scorching sun burned the earth, distorting even the rising heat waves. Matou Yuu looked down at the woman in black lying on the blistering sand. Her life was on the verge of extinction.
Tiamat Lily clung tightly to his arm, her clear red eyes curiously examining the uninvited guest.
"She… seems to have lost her mana… her life force appears extrely weak," Tiamat said.
Mana supply…? So she really is a Servant?
Matou Yuu's gaze traced No Na Assasin's pale, beautiful face.
But why had she coincidentally collapsed right on the road he and Tiamat were walking?
A trap? The thought flashed through his mind and he imdiately dismissed it. That was clearly impossible. Judging from the woman's current state, her magic circuits were obviously on the verge of depletion. If left alone she would be eliminated by mana exhaustion within three hours at most.
Using a genuinely dying Servant as bait would be an incredibly foolish act.
At that mont Tiamat unconsciously looked up at the young man, then down at the unconscious Assassin, her expression as if she wanted to say sothing but couldn't.
Matou Yuu read her eyes sharply and asked quietly, "You want to help her?"
"Mm." Tiamat Lily nodded gently; a faint maternal love shone in her eyes. "She's like a lost child."
"Since it's your request, of course I'll fulfill it, but…" Matou Yuu sighed at the sight of the unconscious Assassin, rubbing his temples. "With my current mana, I can't form contracts with two Servants at once…"
Before he finished speaking he suddenly stopped. An idea struck him; his eyes lit up slightly.
"Wait… I think I've thought of a solution."
"We can't form a contract with her, but there's a clever way to temporarily save her life…"
Noticing Tiamat's puzzled expression, Matou Yuu gently stroked the ahoge on her head. "This is the thod. It might even let you occupy your private space for a short while."
Tiamat tilted her head, eyes full of confusion.
"Aaa?"
…
The dizziness from spatial displacent lasted only an instant.
Trendous mana surged; the desolate landscape quietly vanished.
In its place was an isolated island that seed completely cut off from the outside world.
The ground beneath his feet was incredibly soft… more precisely, it was a liquid spiritual vein ford from extrely high-concentration mana energy.
This was the portable hotbed—or, in magus terms, Matou Yuu's unique Reality Marble, "Eternal Lullaby."
Zealot-chan, clad in her black robe, lay quietly on the soft, magical lawn.
The mont she touched the aura of this Reality Marble, even her tightly furrowed brow and slightly pained face miraculously relaxed.
Her magic circuits, on the verge of collapse, began greedily absorbing the dense mana filling the surroundings.
"Everything seems to be going smoothly."
Matou Yuu stood a short distance away, watching No Na Assasin's breathing gradually stabilize, and smiled with satisfaction.
The system judged this portable hotbed to be for nurturing and comforting Tiamat, but because it was filled with abundant mana, using it to provide ergency supplies to a starving assassin posed no problem whatsoever.
After confirming No Na Assasin's condition had stabilized, Matou Yuu turned his gaze to Tiamat nearby.
Upon entering this Reality Marble filled with sacred ether, Tiamat automatically reverted to her original mature, sensual beauty.
She sat at a sturdy wooden table nearby.
The kimono that had been a little too large for Lily now clung tightly to her mature, sexy body.
Perhaps because she had relaxed too much, her body unconsciously leaned against the table; the movent caused her heavy breasts to brush against the cold tabletop.
Wow… the human heart really is enormous… one of the largest in the world…
Matou Yuu glanced at it and sighed inwardly, trying to look away.
But his gaze t Tiamat's.
She blinked in confusion and stared straight at the black-haired young man.
For a mont an awkward atmosphere lingered.
"Cough…"
After a while Matou Yuu, feeling sowhat guilty, averted his eyes, cleared his throat lightly, and tried to say sothing to ease the romantic tension.
"Your mana… has it been considerably depleted?"
Tiamat broke the silence.
She looked up, saw the young man's slightly pale cheeks, and a hint of worry appeared on her beautiful face.
The mana inside this sealed space was extrely concentrated, almost liquefied, but to a human magus like Matou Yuu this god-level mana was sothing only Servants or gods could absorb.
To him personally, however, it was completely aningless.
On the contrary, every ti he deployed and maintained this Reality Marble he had to consu a considerable amount of his own mana reserves.
Seeing the anxiety in the woman's eyes, Matou Yuu shook his head lightly and smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing… I just need a little rest. As long as I don't continue intense combat, this level of mana consumption is still manageable. Besides, even if you want to recover quickly from mana depletion, it won't happen instantly."
Tiamat tilted her head back, gently stroking her plump, attractive lips with white fingertips, and pondered for a mont.
Then, as if suddenly rembering sothing, a faint light appeared in her red eyes and a gentle smile ford on her lips.
"Actually… there is a way that isn't completely hopeless."
Hearing this, Matou Yuu was montarily surprised and asked hesitantly, "A way to convert god-level ether into mana that human magic circuits can withstand… exists?"
According to the basic logic of modern magecraft, this was impossible.
The essence of magecraft is life force (Od) and the great source (Mana); god-level ether is extrely violent and no different from poison to modern human bodies.
Logically, directly bestowing such sacred upon a human without any filter should be impossible.
Before Matou Yuu could organize his thoughts, Tiamat had already risen gracefully and walked toward him step by step.
She gently cupped the young man's cheeks with both hands and drew him into a warm embrace.
Matou Yuu felt as though he had been thrown into a warm darkness.
An incredibly soft sensation and a ripe fragrance touched his face without hesitation; his lively thoughts instantly stopped and his mind went blank.
Then Tiamat lowered her head slightly and pressed her soft lips against the young man's ear.
This ti she did not explain in human language. Instead, she quietly sang a primitive, mysterious song belonging to the Mother Goddess of Creation—a song only she could understand.
"Aaaah…"
With his face still buried in that warm, full softness, Matou Yuu felt dizzy from the sweet body scent and touch; it took several seconds for him to react.
Breathless, he struggled to lift his head from the woman's soft embrace and said hesitantly, "What… what did you say? My head's a little confused… I didn't catch it…"
Tiamat lowered her head, gently stroking Matou Yuu's black hair, and explained quietly in human language. "The purest essence of magic is the flow of water."
As she finished speaking, Matou Yuu was astonished to notice that the sacred mana within the Reality Marble had begun to flow gently around them like water.
"The gods of the Age of Gods… each possessed the purest primordial mana. And my body itself… is composed of the purest mana. If I so desire… I can always transform this mana into the foundation of the human world and return it to you."
Matou Yuu's mind was still sowhat confused.
Did this an Tiamat truly knew magic to grant power to others?
But if that were really the case, why had she never ntioned it until now…?
While staring at the young man's confused and hesitant expression, a gentle, enveloping smile appeared on Tiamat's beautiful face.
She extended both arms and embraced the young man again. He used his neck to pull his face—which he had barely managed to lift—back into her arms.
This seemingly gentle embrace instantly gave him a suffocating sense of pressure.
Matou Yuu, whose head was slightly dulled by the faint fragrance and pleasant sensation, suddenly realized a major problem amid the dizziness caused by oxygen deprivation.
Wait a second…
Tiamat is the Mother Goddess of Creation. That is precisely why she emphasizes that her body itself is composed of magic.
So what is the essence of magic?
To heroic spirits and magi, magic is not rely energy but the very essence of life.
To put it bluntly, even the tiniest trace of saliva Tiamat leaves on the rim of a cup after drinking water is, in magical terms, an extrely pure crystal of magic capable of performing miracles!
Feeling the gradually increasing pressure against his cheek and that delicate sensation, Matou Yuu's heart leaped uncontrollably for a mont.
He unconsciously lifted his head slightly from the suffocating valley and, as if gazing at a lovely child, t Tiamat's affectionate, gentle gaze.
Matou Yuu lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the enormous fruit right beside him, and finally mustered the courage to utter the Mother Goddess's characteristic syllable in a trembling voice. "Aaaah…?"
A faint, indescribable expectation appeared in the depths of his eyes; for no reason his heart began to race.
As if completely understanding the young man's instinctive desire, Tiamat nodded quietly without any shyness—in fact, as if gaining so satisfaction.
"Aaaah."
Staring at the Creator Goddess before him—who seed to cherish all life in the world—Matou Yuu took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and completely released the unnecessary vigilance of a magus.
"Understood… In that case, let's try it and see if I can properly absorb the mana you return to ."
Without another thought, Matou Yuu sealed his lips around the plump nipple and sucked.
A hot, thick, impossibly sweet and viscous liquid flooded his mouth instantly—the purest, most concentrated form of mana Tiamat's body could produce. It was warm, creamy, and carried the taste of creation itself: honeyed, electric, and laced with the primordial essence of the Mother Sea. He swallowed greedily, feeling the liquid slide down his throat like liquid lightning, igniting every nerve ending as it traveled straight into his magic circuits.
Tiamat let out a soft, maternal moan above him, her fingers gently threading through his hair, cradling the back of his head as she pressed his face more firmly against her breast. "That's it… drink deeply, my child."
Matou Yuu sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing, tongue lapping and flicking at the sensitive peak while his hands instinctively ca up to cup and knead the heavy, overflowing breast. More of the glowing, mana-rich milk poured into his mouth with every pull—far more than any normal human could produce. It overflowed from the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin in glowing rivulets as he drank like a starving man at the source of life itself.
Each swallow sent another explosive surge of power through his body. His magic circuits, once shriveled and near-dead, now blazed like rivers of starlight.
The system notifications flooded his vision one after another.
[Host detected consuming "high-concentration unprocessed organic culture fluid"…]
[Note: Your magic circuits have fully recovered and reached peak state. Circuits are being forcibly expanded.]
[Continue consuming high-concentration organic culture fluid…]
[Warning: Your mana has greatly exceeded the limit…]
[Currently consuming high-concentration pure organic culture fluid…]
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