Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2074: Mass production

Upon my return to the Holy Empire, my wives predictably showered me with a barrage of questions.

They were eager to hear every detail of what had transpired and my plans regarding the surge in corruption energy incidents.

The primary concern they had was...

"What should we do about her?"

The 'her' in question turned out to be Dorothy.

It wasn't fear of her that drove them to want her isolated; rather, they fretted that the rising corruption energy might stem from the forces of Destruction plotting against her.

This anxiety prompted them to ensure her protection above all.

I alone felt assured that such fears were unfounded, as I understood the true reason behind the disturbances.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with her whatsoever."

Surprise and mild bewilderment crossed their faces at my words, yet they placed their faith in my assurance.

Still, I sidestepped their follow-up queries by declaring, "There's a matter I must handle prior to the upcoming racial alliance gathering. I'll seek out Queenie to address it."

Once more, astonishment and confusion flickered across their expressions, but they nodded in agreement nonetheless.

On this occasion, preparations were essential before divulging my knowledge to the racial alliance.

The item I intended to craft would serve as an incentive for the racial alliance participants.

Without it, rallying their backing for my initiative could prove challenging.

Indeed, their own priorities demanded attention first, and peril would surely dampen any willingness to assist.

Reaching the workshop, I found no shock in discovering Queenie idly lounging about.

I'd provided her with a portion of my creation-attributed divine energy, which she ought to have combined with hers in the molds to forge weapons.

Even in her laziness, she hadn't entirely forsaken my assignments, employing some insects infused with her divine energy to produce the arms—though the pace lagged far behind her personal efforts.

Hence, my sudden entry left her utterly unprepared.

This space, built exclusively for her use, lacked any overseers nearby. In truth, few could oversee her anyway, given her status as a god's messenger.

"Why are you returning this quickly? Didn't you have other duties to attend?" Queenie remarked, sounding defensive, though I saw through the ploy.

"Have you completed every task I assigned before departing?"

At these words, Queenie averted her gaze, clearly avoiding eye contact with me.

Her reaction spoke volumes, confirming my suspicions.

Yet, reprimanding her now would serve no purpose.

Instead, the moment called for harnessing her full potential to produce these weapons.

Thus, I seized Queenie's arm and stated, "You'll simply need to compensate for your delay."

Shock registered on Queenie's features as she stared at me, momentarily speechless in the face of my determination, but I offered no opening for protest.

With intentions to labor her intensely, I had no plans to let her wriggle free through words.

That's why I pulled Queenie toward the lineup of molds situated along the edge.

During my absence, the dwarves had crafted an abundance of these molds, far exceeding what Queenie and I could possibly populate together.

At present, our goal was to populate as many as feasible.

For the utmost priority lay in maximizing the number of weapons fabricated.

Therefore, I began infusing my divine energy directly into Queenie.

Queenie shot me a displeased glare over this, yet it failed to halt the flow of my divine energy into her. This method alone compelled her diligence.

Infusing her thus caused the energy to accumulate within until release became inevitable.

Consequently, she called forth her insects and directed the divine energy through them.

Via the insects, my divine energy blended with hers prior to flowing into the molds.

Within the molds, the filling occurred swiftly, and the creation-attributed divine energy swiftly performed its function, yielding weapons in short order.

Once shaped, the weapons were ejected from the molds and affixed to handles by the insects.

The workshop's layout allowed the insects to manage the entire process independently, intended for Queenie's large-scale weapon production—thwarted by her indolence.

Now, however, I compelled her to engage fully.

Within mere minutes, the initial set completed and stood prepared for deployment.

I paused briefly to admire these creations before announcing, "Now, on to the following batch."

"You taskmaster!" Queenie grumbled, but this did nothing to deter me from channeling additional divine energy her way.

Her temperament suggested she'd seize any laxity to escape my hold.

Thus, relentless pressure was necessary to prevent her reversion to idleness.

Our current emphasis remained on rapid mass manufacturing.