My Wife, the Spirit.

The air is a bit oppressive, and the world outside the window is even shrouded in smog. This is London, also the location of the "Clock Tower of the Association of Mages". Although London got rid of the name of the foggy city decades ago, due to its peculiar terrain, a large amount of automobile exhaust and industrial waste gas accumulates here. Of course, white-collar workers making a living in London will never leave this international metropolis full of opportunities just because of the mere smog. And magicians from the Magic Association in the suburbs of London will not reject this city with highly developed magic just to stay away from the bad air quality. But. "Do I have to leave here already?" Standing in front of the dim window, a young man with dark red shaggy hair and wearing snow-white handmade suits murmured, with an inexplicable emotion in his words. On the old wooden table beside him is a slightly yellowed letter paper. By the dim candlelight, one can see that it is written with shocking intelligence such as "The Yggdmillennia family declares war on the Magic Association". Precisely because of this, although this young man is just a "dispensable" magician like an otaku, because he belongs to the branch family of Yggdmillennia, the "Frayne family", he no longer has an excuse to stay in the Clock Tower. —Of course, the prerequisite is that he can escape from the encirclement of those beastly magicians of the Administrative Department. Rhode Frayne Yggdmillennia. Given this title and the surname of the Frayne family, he has only been sent to the Clock Tower, the highest institution of magicians, as a hostage since childhood. His extremely lacking magic circuits have caused him to lose his status as the eldest son and the right to inherit family wealth, and even his basic life safety cannot be guaranteed. However, even so, Rhode does not resent it—from the moment he was born into this world, he was destined to be different. As is customary, it is by no means an ignorant infant who occupies "Rhode's" body, but an old monster who has lived for dozens of centuries. Or, it can be called a "lich"—yes, Rhode has traveled through time twice. Dozens of centuries ago, he was just one of the many ordinary people, living in a modern society without magic or surreal technology. This rare peace and tranquility lasted until he traveled to a world full of arcanists. He came to "Faerûn", that well-known world that uses European and American tabletop games as a carrier, including "Baldur's Gate", "Neverwinter Nights", "Icewind Dale" and many other games. But the era he traveled to is not the chaotic year when the plot begins, but a worse period—Netheril. In that terrible era, he was hailed as "Ioulaum" and became the mentor of countless arcanists, leading the entire magic empire to expand its territory until the natural disaster "Faerûn's beholder" descended. After the entire Netheril fell apart, he also transformed himself into a mind flayer lich before his lifespan was exhausted. Then, he spent dozens of centuries in a lonely, dark, underground country full of many voluptuous dark elf ladies with wasp waists until now. He has come to this world, known as the world of "Type-Moon"! Although it is just a parallel world outside the main line world of FSN, it also means a huge amount of magic knowledge, and the "Swirl of Origin" that he desires—as well as being able to enjoy the young bodies of girls. Moreover, not to mention the painful experience of dozens of centuries underground, just such a long time has completely made him bid farewell to vulgar interests and embarked on the path of a pleasure criminal. And at this moment, the most delicious prey is about to fall into the trap of this pleasure criminal. "Bang! Bang! Bang—" The deafening knocking sounded on the door of his magic workshop. Rhode shrugged and said to the people outside the door. "What's the matter? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb me when I am conducting magic experiments?" "Tsk... Are you cutting magnetic induction lines (m**********g) in the magic workshop again?" The words are full of contempt, but that light and pleasant voice is immediately appealing. "Of course not. I have made so many 'pleasure golems'. Why do I need to do it myself?" Rhode listened to that familiar voice and couldn't help but show a slightly bitter expression. "What exactly is the matter? Deal with ordinary thieves directly. RyuZU." "Oh? In your opinion, are those 'enforcers of Sealing Designation' also petty thieves? If so, I'll just deal with them." The girl named RyuZU said softly, but there is a sarcastic undertone in her words. "Also, are your inflatable girlfriends (pleasure golems) really that sturdy? It's a pity that I broke several of them last night..." "Tsk... Sure enough, you are the culprit." Rhode helplessly shook his head. Recalling the several pleasure golems that were cut into pieces, he couldn't help but shout sternly. "Deal with it as you please. Whether it's the enforcers of Sealing Designation, the lords of the Creation Department, or even El-Melloi II, send them all away—or cut them to pieces!" "As you command, master." That lively voice is still pleasant to hear, but it contains a cruel killing intent. Listening to the girl's sound of leaving with a skip and a jump, Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly, as if lost in thought. Beside him, under the dim candlelight, there is a struggling werewolf that has been disemboweled. A few minutes later, in the courtyard in front of the magic workshop, several figures were stepping on the sea of flowers. At the front was a blond magician in a red windbreaker with a ferocious face. Just as he was about to say something, a sudden voice came from behind several people. "Mr. Cornelius Aruba? I'm sorry, the master is conducting an experiment and doesn't intend to see guests." The source of the voice is a delicate girl. She is about 1.6 meters tall, but that proud expression seems to be looking down on everyone present. "Oh? The pleasure golem made by Rhode? That's mine." A fidgety magician with spiky hair said. Just as he was about to step forward, Aruba in the red windbreaker stopped him. "At least after killing Rhode, let's discuss how to divide the spoils?" Aruba said elegantly. He slowly raised his palm and faced the innocent girl. The low chant echoed in this antique courtyard—obviously, he was not willing to talk to a golem. "Go away the shadow..." "It's not very gentlemanly of you to attack a lady." The innocent girl said softly, and an innocent smile bloomed on her face. "I am 'RyuZU'. The first model of the 'autonomous clockwork golem' made by the master, and also the only one." "Ugh!" With RyuZU's self-introduction-like words, Aruba suddenly wailed. His raised arm had been cut off at the root, and thick blood gushed out from the scarlet wound. "Oh dear~ Oh dear~ The soil is soiled. Well, it can also be considered as fertilizing the flowers." RyuZU said with an innocent smile. There is no trace of cruelty in her light words. "Ziz! Ziz! Ziz—" The almost inaudible sound echoed in the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, those enforcers of Sealing Designation all turned into fragmented corpses. "What did you do!" Aruba, who was relying on runes for defense, roared hysterically, but there was fear in his eyes. "Nothing..." RyuZU said indifferently. Then, her skirt was slowly lifted up, and two big treasures—or two curved, pitch-black sickles—emerged from it. "I just cut time." The girl declared so, and Aruba's head slowly slid down from his neck in astonishment. At this point, scarlet blood spilled.