Chapter 788: Ice Cream Lady

Chapter 788: Ice Cream Lady

“If you say so,” Rael replied plainly. “But just so you know, I’ll always be there to protect you.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

“That almost sounds like a marriage proposal. You’re not thinking of…?”

Rael rolled his eyes.

“Please… I already have two wives. One potential wife, and maybe another one? Eh, I might be getting ahead of myself. I’m too young for all of this.”

“Four wives…? Just how lecherous are you?” Evelyn said, staring at him in disgust.

Heh.

He just shrugged at her, not being able to refute her words.

After all, he was pretty simple to tame when it came down to women who genuinely cared about him.

Zafira and Lilith were the prime examples.

Vatyra would probably be the only marriage that wouldn’t involve love, since in the end, Rael had only suggested it for Vatyra to loosen up and for Uriel to have a better future.

As for Gaia…? Rael wasn’t sure.

She had made some advances on him in her own special way. He even remembered sleeping with her in the future, back when he had gone to help her regain her memories.

Whether that future was real or not, Rael didn’t feel like hopping into the Prophetic Realm to find out, since in the end, he would just blue ball himself for no reason.

And with no woman to relieve his blue-balled state for at least another year…

He’d be miserable.

Ugh…

“Well, I hope a harem blesses you too one day,” Rael said, avoiding a punch from Evelyn.

Then another punch, and another…

In just a few seconds, she had thrown hundreds of punches, but Rael barely budged. Instead, he uncorked the bottle of alcohol and poured two shots for both him and Evelyn while she was preoccupied with trying to beat him.

And once she finally backed off upon realizing that she couldn’t do anything, she spotted the two shots.

Scoffing, Evelyn leaned down and gulped down his shot before going over to her own seat and doing the same.

In the end, she just stole his drink.

Rael would take that personally if this shit didn’t taste like water to him.

“Drunkard.”

“Shut up.”

Rael sat down again and leaned over the table slightly, admiring Evelyn further.

“Got any hobbies nowadays?”

“Swordsmanship.”

“Anything besides swordsmanship~?”

She thought about it for a moment, then said:

“I like ice cream.”

Wow.

That was perhaps the most innocent thing she had said since sitting down at this table.

“Alcohol-flavored ice cream?”

“I will murder you.”

Aha.

“Well, eating ice cream isn’t exactly a hobby, you know?” Rael pointed out.

Evelyn leaned back, avoiding his smug look.

“I don’t eat ice cream. I make ice cream. I visited a world that showed me how to make it, so now I just go around worlds that aren’t as technologically advanced, and in exchange for fighting strong imperials and royals, I make them ice cream.”

“Seriously…?”

Rael blinked.

“I mean, props to you for targeting the right audience, but holy shit? Ice cream has that much power in medieval times?”

“I mostly target the eastern civilizations. They have the most powerful fighters and the most unique techniques. I fought one guy who could turn his sword into a snake. Of course, all I had to do was cut the snake in half and his sword was destroyed, but it’s still interesting.”

Before Rael could reply, Evelyn raised her sword and pointed it in the air.

Just then, the tip of her sword shrank as a tiny raven appeared out of it and then landed on her head, as if it had a nest there.

Noticing his surprise and amazement, Evelyn said:

“It’s just a mana construct. The sword getting shorter is an illusion too. It’s the same size as before, and the raven is just there to throw some foes off guard. It works, but I don’t use it often since many powerful people just see through it.”

Rael nodded repeatedly.

“That’s cool… Should I start selling ice cream too?”

Evelyn pointed her sword at him.

“Ice cream is my thing. You can sell your lewd toys that I remember you tossing around to the wanderers.”

“Hmm? You’re right. Sex does sell better than ice cream,” Rael replied, causing her brows to furrow.

“You’re unbelievable. How does a pervert like you have so many wives?”

Rael shrugged.

“You could try asking my wives. I could give you the innocent bunny suit Aria used to wear as well. I heard it’s pretty comfy.”

Evelyn narrowed her eyes.

“What…? What does that suit even have to do with your wives?”

“Hm? Nothing. I was just suggesting a change of clothing.”

She just stared at him for a moment before finally letting out a chuckle.

After that, she gestured at her empty cup, and instead of filling it up, Rael slid over the whole bottle.

Like the drunkard that she was, Evelyn chugged the whole bottle in one go and then slid it back to him.

It was almost like she was treating him as a bartender.

So, like the good bartender that he was, Rael quickly refilled the bottle with even stronger alcohol and played around with it.

“About the alcohol, is it your hobby too?”

“It’s just a bad habit,” Evelyn replied plainly. “The regions I visited were filled with people who drink. For some reason, whenever I get drunk and practice swordsmanship, I aim to make it so my swordsmanship doesn’t seem wobbly at all.”

She smirked slightly.

“If I make my weakest form as good as my strongest, then keep increasing the intensity of the alcohol, it’s a cheat to becoming a better swordsman quickly.”

Hmm…

Rael wondered if something like that would work for the Laws he had been practicing.

Drinking something, and then just going on a rampage…

It was definitely appealing.

Though Rael was sure that everyone would probably tell him not to do that.

Still, hearing her say that and actually seeing proof of it working was something else.

“Want a pink wig?”

“…What?”

“Nothing~”

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