Chapter 128: Chapter 199 – Random Spell Generator

Waking up, Asterios found himself in quite unusual position. As his eyelids returned him the ability to see by lifting themselves up, he noticed a perky, crimson-skinned bosom right in front of his face. Not exactly sure how, he had ended up on top of Grea, who hugged him tightly to her chest, wrapping her arms and legs all around him. And, on top of that, something also pressed him down into her by weighing on his back.

Somehow, Asterios was sandwiched between Grea and Tina, with Miria and Selene lying on his sides. As easy as it was to imagine, he had no way of escaping the created pile of bodies without rousing any of the women from their sleep, and soon, his newest mate opened her eyes while taking a deep breath.

Grea quickly realized what position they were in and smirked at him teasingly, to which Asterios shook his head and leaned in to join their lips in a warm, morning kiss. One by one, the other girls woke up too, their sleep broken by Grea’s occasional moans, intentionally louder than necessary.

The overly-lewd display caused a few bigger blushes to cover the faces of the less bold half of their little family. Before Miria and Tina turned way too flustered, Asterios grabbed Grea’s single horn, yanked it to the side, evoking a sultry yelp from the owner, and stared the mischievous demon lady deep into her eyes.

He was afraid that his action had a completely opposite effect when Grea looked back at him while nibbling on her bottom lip, but she obediently toned down her teasing and released Asterios from her clutches. Assisting Tina with his extended hand, he sat them both up and shared a gingerly peck with his blue-haired girlfriend too. Naturally, the other two received the same treatment not long after.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Grea groaned alluringly as she raised herself up too and stretched, showcasing her pert breasts for all of them to see, especially Asterios. “I would have never thought I would one day be able to wake up in a pile of naked bodies. Very sexy, appetizing, naked bodies, let me add.”

She grinned at the other three, roaming her gaze over everyone’s figures as Tina, Miria, and Selene snuggled closely to Asterios. Stopping at Ast’s waist, her eyes sparkled and she licked her lips.

“If this is the sight that is going to greet me each morning, then I’m so glad to be part of this.” Grea giggled and crawled towards them on all fours. “Anyone else feels like having some sausage for breakfast?”

Asterios chuckled with a soft smile as she stopped short of his quite eager right from the morning member, looking up at the three of them from below. He reached out with his hand and cupped Grea’s chin, tenderly stroking her cheeks. She purred quietly and moved her face forward, watching in satisfaction as Tina’s cheeks bloomed full crimson the closer she was to her goal.

Then, Grea giggled and pushed herself up, wrapping her arms around Ast’s neck and stealing a kiss from his lips.

“Looks like morning blowjobs might still be a little bit too much for our cute, little friend.” She smirked at Asterios as her thin tail danced enchantingly behind her back. “Fret not, though. Give me a week or two and she will be devotedly worshiping you alongside all of us as a proper harem should.”

Tina was approaching the levels of crimson rivaling that of a fully ripened tomato and Asterios shook his head, giving Grea a light peck back.

“Don’t push her too hard. Or anyone, honestly. I don’t need all of you after me each morning. You clearly are enough.”

“You are so sweet.” She batted her dark eyelashes at him. “But, as much of a slut I am for you, there’s no chance I can handle this glorious, draconic cock alone. There’s no Dragon King without his group of loyal cocksuckers making sure that their lord starts each morning with a bang.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Asterios chuckled lightly. “Any more of this and I’ll have to punish you. And for the last time, we are not going with the whole Dragon King thing.”

Grea’s lips curved in a wide grin as she pressed her chest into his and reached out to Ast’s privates. “I’ve been a bad, baaaaaaaad girl.”

Before her fingers wrapped around their target, Grea was suddenly lifted in the air with a girly squeal and landed over Ast’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She yelped when his strong hand smacked her plump butt, evoking a crispy slap from her tender, crimson flesh. Asterios helped the blushing Tina step off the bed and they all walked to the bath together.

Right after entering the bathing chambers, he tossed Grea into the pool of hot water, making the other girls chuckle in amusement as their new sister-mate plunged into the clear liquid with an almost maniacal laugh. They joined her with Asterios a moment later and washed each other before breakfast. As the girls roamed their hands over his body, the frivolous demon lady took great care of its specific part with her nimble fingers, truly helping him start the day with a bang as she had said. Since they didn't seem to mind, he enjoyed Grea's assistance to the fullest.

Silvia joined them during the meal and they discussed their plans for the day. Since they were limited by having to wait for the elf delegation to reach them, there wasn’t much to do regarding the corrupted summoning circle. As per Umbra’s report, John still hadn’t shown up at his old house and there was no sign of him anywhere near the town.

Therefore, they decided to see if Imadil and Cynthia didn’t need help moving in, creating a chance for the princess to introduce herself to them at the same time. They found the father and daughter duo in one of the forges after getting directions from Ulyssen.

The elves were in the middle of unpacking and gladly accepted the additional pair of hands. Or a few.

With everyone present, including even Bryn, it took them less than two hours to turn the vacant smithy into an almost fully operable state, not that far from how their forge in Tyrienheim looked. Imadil hadn’t been exaggerating, they had truly brought a lot of their equipment and even appliances to Glimmervale.

Cynthia informed them that they planned on visiting their new artisanal colleagues before diving straight into getting some maintenance done on the militia’s equipment. They wanted to bring a bunch of blacksmiths together to complete the task quicker just in case anything happened in the upcoming days. If things went south, Ast’s small army would be much better prepared to face the crisis.

Asterios and Tina thanked them wholeheartedly and left the elf duo on their own. They passed the message onto Ulyssen so he could start preparing the transports in cooperation with Ted, who was of course responsible for their garrison.

The town hall had been in quite the chaos in recent days, as they had noticed. Pretty much every single Committee member was extremely busy with something and it was close to impossible to catch them together in the main administrative building. Most of the time, it stood almost empty.

Somehow, after Glimmervale had been taken over by its new lord and his wife, almost every single domain was under heavy improvements. The only field not yet being swarmed with new development projects and important tasks was agriculture. Every single one of Merfinna’s fellow advisors had their hands full. 

Ulyssen was in the middle of everything as the man behind logistics and transport.

Esotvi had to deal with the many shops the Hestizo Household was setting up, now also with Imadil’s and Cynthia’s forge.

Danny sat in papers to make sure that all the administrative formalities were properly tended to without any mistakes, and having two respectable families volunteer to fund quite sizable defensive structures was kind of a big deal.

Keenu was either with him since it involved his field of expertise too, which was general construction, or going around the town with Esotvi to take care of all the newly opened stores and other establishments. He and his men moved through the streets constantly, running from one place to another.

Ted maybe wasn’t as busy as the other four, but considering the threat looming over them, he had taken it upon himself to keep their armed forces primed and ready for a possible confrontation. He spent most of his time training with his men or doing maintenance on the few pieces of defensive machinery set up on top of the watchtowers.

And, just like that, the arrival of just two people—not counting Ast’s familiars, of course—forced the entire town and Committee to switch into the highest gear in decades. Nobody complained, though, which impressed Asterios and the girls. Everyone literally glowed with eagerness, enthusiasm, and effort to make their hometown a better place. 

So, to do their part too, besides regularly surveying the lands around Glimmervale and the location of the contaminated summoning circle, Asterios and his companions decided to use that moment while they waited for the elf delegation to prepare in their own way.

“I’m so curious and excited!” Miria bounced on her feet as they walked down one of the major streets. “Will we really stay to watch this time, Master?”

“That’s the plan.” Asterios chuckled and scratched behind her adorable ears. “Ulyssen said that this person is supposedly very skilled and experienced. We’ve used the services of a few enchanters but they were just mediocre. If this one turns out to be much better than them, it would save us a lot of time we would have to waste looking for someone.”

“I’ve seen you carve and use those tokens soooooo many times, ehehe~! I can’t wait to finally see how they are enchanted! Do you know about it, Master?” She tilted her head at him with a cheerful grin.

“Of course. I’ll leave the explanation to the expert, though. We are here.”

They stopped in front of a wide building housing many stores and workshops. One of them had a sizable, wooden signboard with a swirly, purple font clearly announcing that the locum belonged to an enchanter. The front window was covered by purple curtains so they couldn’t see much of the inside.

Asterios led everyone in and they entered to the sound of a small, metal bell hanging above the door. The room they found themselves in was shrouded in dim light. Everything except for the furniture was in dark violet shades. The dark mahogany went quite well with it.

Shortly after their arrival, a man in long robes of a similar style walked out of an open doorway and stopped to take a glance at his potential customers. He was clearly of older age and his long, black hair was starting to lose its vibrance. His magnificent beard which reached to his knees was also riddled with gray streaks. A big, floppy, pointy hat with a wide rim sat on top of his head.

“Ah, welcome, My Lord, My Lady.” The man clasped his hands and made a polite bow while showing a friendly smile. “I was wondering when you would pay me a visit.”

“You’ve been expecting us?” Tina raised a brow at him.

“I heard a thing or two about our new lord’s way of fighting after the recent defense of the town and was sure that there would be a day when you will come to examine my humble services.”

“You enchant Runic Chips, right?” Miria asked with an enthusiastic tone.

The man chuckled lightly. “While it isn’t my main way of making a living here, yes, I do. It’s always been my hobby to work on enchanting Runic Chips. Unfortunately, they aren’t that popular so I don’t get the chance to work on them too often, and doing so just for fun is way too expensive.”

“Depending on your ability, you might have a chance to work on them more, Mister…” Asterios joined in.

“Endymion, My Lord.” The enchanter made a respectful bow. “And you can rest assured. Even though it is a hobby, I take quite the pride in it.”

Noticing a twinkle in the man’s eyes, Asterios nodded. “What would be your probability rates with these?”

He brought a few crystal sigils out of a pouch on his belt and passed them to the man. Endymion took the carved tokens in his hands with gentle movements and quickly trotted to the main counter, scooping a monocle from a shelf underneath it. Everyone watched the old enchanter peer into the chips.

“Fascinating… The technique is top-notch… The materials are quite varying but that’s to be expected… All in all, from a hundred percent for the lower-tier ones to about… ninety-five for the Acid Storm. The outer ring is slightly chipped, thus the reduction.”

“Ninety-five? Are you sure?” Asterios glanced at him with slight surprise. “I purposefully damaged that one. Considering the quality of the core, it’s hardly possible to reach anything above seventy.”

The man smiled mysteriously at Asterios. “Looks like you know your thing, My Lord. But yes, I am sure. Should we test it?”

“What are the probability rates?” Silvia asked calmly, glancing at Asterios.

“That’s what I wanted to ask too!” Miria jumped in place and beamed at her.

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Endymion chuckled lightly again and gestured at them with his wrinkled hand. “Follow me, please. I’ll explain as we prepare.”

They did as instructed and walked into a smaller chamber without any cloth and linen decorations. The walls were bare, made of dark stone bricks, and extremely well-polished. Many wooden cabinets and counters stood by the edges of the room, holding various books and materials.

“Do any of you actually know how Runic Chip Enchantment works?” Endymion asked them as he stopped in front of a structure looking like a flat bowl on a pedestal. “Well, except for you, My Lord.”

Asterios remained silent as the girls looked between themselves. It didn’t look like anyone was going to answer the old wizard’s question.

“Very well. Let’s start at the very beginning. Runic Chip Enchantment is all about putting the desired spell inside an appropriate, prepared vessel. Naturally, as all in nature, the process can fail. But, in the case of this particular field of enchanting, it doesn’t exactly mean that you end up with nothing. Which, actually, isn’t as good as you might think.”

“What do you mean? Wouldn’t ending up with something be better than ending up with nothing?” Selene frowned in mild consternation.

“In any other branches of enchanting, be it about armor, weapon, or artifacts, when you fail, you lose some of the materials and ingredients used in the process, but you can repeat it indefinitely,” the man explained, activating some previously invisible runes in the ceramic sink. “Here, you don’t need any of those, but you get only one shot at it. If you succeed, you end up with your desired outcome, but if you fail, you end up with… an undesired outcome.”

“And what is an undesired outcome?” Tina asked.

“A different spell than what you are aiming for,” Asterios answered instead.

“Exactly.” The old enchanter smiled at him. “No matter if you succeed or fail, the token will always end up with a spell stored inside, which means that you lose the chip completely if it turns out to be something entirely useless or nowhere close to what you wanted.”

“I see.” Silvia nodded to herself while stroking her chin. “I think I’m already starting to understand why it’s not common. It’s like you would have to keep bringing new swords to the enchanter each time they fail. Something like that can’t be cheap. Am I right to assume that the result is random in case of a failure?”

“That is right, Princess.” The man winked at her and waved his hands in the air above the bowl, where plenty of purple sigils began floating. “There are many variables in play there, but the undesired end result usually can’t be fully predicted. Before I dive deeper into how that happens, I need you to grasp the concept of Runic Chip Enchantment.”

He placed Ast’s crystal token in a small slot and began tapping the flying, glowing symbols with his fingers, dragging them around to reposition them, joining them together to make new ones, and snuffing out the others.

“Have any of you perhaps had a chance to play with a very simple but entertaining toy in the form of a wooden board with dozens of nails stuck in it, where the main goal is to lead a metal ball to make it through all of them and fall into a small bag at the very bottom?”

“Oh! I did! I did!” Miria started bouncing around in excitement. “They are super popular amongst kids in my village! My dad made a bunch of them for me! Should I grab one?”

Tina showed a reminiscing smile but no one else seemed to be familiar with the toy in question so Asterios nodded at the panthergirl and Miria hastily jumped into her crimson gate. Not even five seconds later, she was back with a small wooden board in hand, most likely keeping it somewhere easily accessible in her own room.

Everyone gathered around her and she held it out to them to show how it worked. Grabbing a tiny wooden orb from a small bag attached to the bottom of the rectangular plank, she brought it to the top edge and released it. The ball began falling down and bouncing between thin nails spread densely over all of the toy’s surface. Soon, it reached the end and missed the target completely due to the path it had been forced into and fell to the floor.

“This looks fun,” Silvia commented as she closely observed another attempt. “Very simple but entertaining. It’s like you want to cheer on the little ball to make it.”

“Right?” Miria showed a toothy grin, her tail dancing gleefully. “It’s even better when you play with others! You can compete to see who wins first, or even use many balls with one board and take bets!”

“We should all play together with it one day. What do you think, Ast?” Tina glanced at Asterios with a tinge of rosiness on her noble cheeks.

“Certainly. I’m pretty sure I have my own too, perhaps stored somewhere in Miria’s realm now, or in the villa we bought in Tyrienheim.” He smiled back at her and they brushed their fingers together. “Before that, though, we might want to get back on track with the explanation.”

They turned their gazes to the toy again and chuckled together. Silvia, Selene, and Bryn were leaning forward and intently watching the wooden orbs roll down the obstacle course while Miria held it in front of them. It seemed that getting their attention back could prove to be a challenge. Thankfully, it took less than three minutes and everyone refocused on the mysterious enchanter who had just finished the previous stage of his preparations.

“How does this toy relate to Runic Chip Enchantment exactly?” Silvia was the first one to inquire more after their short fun.

“You can say that the enchanter is like your feline friend, the board is the process they have to go through, the ball is their progress, and the small bag serving as the target is the desired outcome, which means the spell they are aiming for,” he explained with a playful smirk.

“Is it also as random as this game?” Miria raised her brows curiously.

“Unfortunately, yes. That’s why Lord Asterios asked me about my probability rates. As you can imagine, a hundred percent probability rate means that I’m guaranteed to give him the result he desires. Anything lower is a risk of me failing to do so and ending up with a random spell.”

“That means that the better the enchanter, the higher his rates are, right?” Bryn joined in. “That’s why Master is looking for someone experienced in it.”

“Correct.” The man nodded as the crystal rose from the bowl and began spinning in the air before his face. “The enchanter’s ability is one of the variables that can influence the rates and is also the core part of the entire process. In total, there are three of them. Can you guess the other two?”

The girls began thinking heavily over his question while watching the mesmerizing show of flashing lights. Spiritual energy flowed out of all ten of his fingers and was absorbed into the crystal, touching various leftover sigils on its path.

“The material?” Tina suggested an answer first.

“Correct once more.” He nodded at her with a soft smile. “First and foremost, the higher the quality of the base ingredient, the more spiritual energy it can absorb after being carved into a token, which in turn means the stronger and more complex spells can be targeted. It has to be able to hold enough mana to activate the magic, so you can’t use some random rock for something like Meteor Rain. Naturally, the better it is, the higher the chances of success for the less demanding spells, up to a hundred percent, of course. Elemental affinities also play a role in that, albeit not extremely big, mostly narrowing the failed results to spells of certain nature.”

After he finished speaking, silence fell onto the room again, broken only by the magical whooshing and buzzing of his enchanting apparatus. Everyone began racking their brains again to figure out the other variable, except Asterios, who knew the answers already.

“Carving…” Selene muttered under her breath while going through her memories of Asterios teaching her how to prepare the crystals. “Is the way it’s carved the other one?”

“I must say, you have surrounded yourself with very smart companions, My Lord.” The man chuckled quietly. “That is right. Just like before, there’s a reason for carving besides just raising the chances of success, and it’s to create shapes and sigils associated with the desired spell. This is the main way of giving the mana shape, of picking the magic you want it to become. The more accurate they are the higher chance of landing a perfect hit. You could enchant a piece of crystal but the pool of end results would be incredibly vast, influenced only by the chosen material’s affinities and the enchanter’s knowledge and skill. Proper carving is extremely important.”

“That’s so intriguing!” Miria giggled to herself, unable to hold in her excitement. “Does the enchanter play a special role in it too besides making it happen?”

“Yes, they do. The enchanter must be somewhat familiar with the spell to help it form. They not only fuel the token with mana but also guide that energy to achieve the required shape, form, and element. That’s why a lot of enchanters specializing in Runic Chips are Wizards too. Deep knowledge of magic and many spells is very beneficial. If you are trying to enchant a spell that you can cast yourself, it becomes even easier to succeed without necessarily needing proper carving or material.”

He made some additional movements, causing the token to gradually slow down its spinning.

"All in all, achieving a higher level or quality of the three aforementioned variables can be compared to adding more nails to the toy board. At a certain point, it won't be random anymore as the ball will be forced to follow one single path, not allowed to stray off it no matter how hard it bounces back. Easy to imagine, that's the one hundred percent probability rate."

At that moment, the last bits of Endymion’s mana seeped into the circular crystal and the chip floated back down into the flat recess. He picked it up, examined it up close, and smiled to himself. With a small wink, he tossed the token to Asterios.

“Here. Wall of Lightning, as intended. With a monster core of this tier and carving of this quality, the probability rate for a common enchanter should be around eighty-five percent. In my case, believe it or not, it’s a hundred percent. It’s been ages since I worked with such fine craft.”

Asterios took a closer look at the Runic Chip and easily confirmed that the correct spell was stored inside. He nodded at the man, believing Endymion’s words. The aged enchanter had conducted the entire process while half-distracted by his explanations. It was clear that he had attention and effort to spare and could go even further than that.

“Thank you. Amazing work. It doesn’t look like we will have to go looking for a good enchanter around the various kingdoms.” He summoned something from his spatial ring and tossed it to the man. “What about this? Do you think it’s within the scope of your abilities?”

Endymion’s eyes turned into saucers after he caught the shiny piece of crystal.

“W-What is this?! How can this be so pure?!” he shouted in disbelief.

“That’s a fragment of an old Dungeon Core. I also have some bones coming from a Skeletal Dragon. We haven’t yet found anyone being able to make proper use of them to the fullest.”

“Good gods… The spells you can infuse into this… Are you planning to wipe out entire cities with these?”

Asterios chuckled and shook his head. “Not really. I would like to have a few on hand just because we tend to run into quite powerful enemies. And it’s only going to get worse. It would be great to prepare some large area-based spells too. Our next destination is infested with monsters and we could use some help in reducing their numbers quickly.”

For the first time since they entered the workshop, Endymion showed a more lively and excited expression. His deep purple eyes brightened greatly and almost swirled with enthusiasm.

“If you are going to provide me with materials like this, it would be my honor and pleasure to work on them even completely free of charge! I dreamed about powerful enchantments! I studied, learned, and practiced magic for decades to improve myself! But, it was always the cores that were lacking! Now? Now I can finally live! Please, let me become your personal enchanter, My Lord!”

As the old man rushed to him with much more energy and vigor than they all had expected to see from someone of his age, Asterios let him grab his hands and look at him from up close with a reverent gaze. The girl’s chuckled together at Endymion’s awed expression and the fact that he had lost his wizardly hat from the sudden movement.

“I don’t think I have a reason to decline.” Asterios smiled wryly as the man shook his hands in joy.

 

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