Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2094: Making her a supervisor (1)

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Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...
After a week, the red gem among the flame elementals returns to normal, though their lingering gazes reveal the ancestors' breach of promise in sharing details of the incident, forging an unexpected faith-like bond with the protagonist. Reluctant to depart despite the stabilization of their home, the elementals are restrained by the ancestors as the group seals the array and leaves. Diverting from the planned route, the protagonist persuades his escorts from the racial alliance to head back to the Kite Kingdom with promises of mass-producing divine energy weapons, then reunites with Dorothy to enlist her aid in suppressing her condition by infusing corruption energy into a divine energy sphere for weapon creation.

In the end, Dorothy grabbed the orb from my hand along with one of the molds sitting on the table, though it was clear she had no idea what to do with them.

She'd only picked them up because I'd instructed her to, which didn't imply she understood the next steps at all.

As she clutched the item longer, her confusion grew deeper about the proper way to proceed.

This didn't catch me off guard, since mastering the use of such an item wasn't a skill anyone could pick up easily. Yet, I had no clue how to guide her, as my experience was limited to sensing divine energy as if it were an extension of myself.

Truth be told, I had no real grasp on what it was like for others to wield divine energy weapons.

Thus, my initial plan was to bring in an expert skilled in instruction for this matter to assist her. Among everyone I knew, Old Man Lancelot stood out as the absolute top choice for the job.

Currently, he was overseeing the training of all relic users, showing them the correct ways to handle their relics.

When it came to relics, he was truly a prodigy, outshining even those who had acquired theirs long before him. Moreover, he was a highly sought-after teacher due to his talent for instruction.

He always broke down his lessons with crystal clarity and offered precise tips on corrections needed. It felt like he possessed an uncanny intuition for such matters.

However, this very expertise kept him swamped with duties, making it tricky to pull him away from his packed routine just for this task.

"This ties directly to mass-producing the divine energy weapons, so it's fully warranted," I muttered to myself, trying to rationalize that the purpose would justify the interruption, though I knew I was merely deceiving my own doubts.

Fortunately, it turned out I didn't need to go through with that after all.

Someone present could actually lend a hand to Dorothy in this situation.

"You struggling with this?"

The unexpected voice startled Dorothy, but she soon turned to see Queenie approaching to check on her progress.

Queenie had been feigning busyness to dodge notice, yet her curiosity ultimately got the better of her. This was especially true once she sensed the divine energy emanating from that spot.

Such a potent surge of divine energy suggested that something extraordinary was underway.

That was precisely what drew Queenie in, unable to suppress her intrigue.

Though she was inherently indolent, this trait also made her a slave to her whims, engaging only with what truly captivated her.

Dorothy had little prior contact with Queenie, who preferred solitude most days, so familiarity wasn't on the table. Still, with Queenie directly questioning her, ignoring it wasn't an option.

"I don't know how to activate this thing," Dorothy replied, lifting up the divine energy orb she'd been gripping.

Queenie glanced at the orb, and a grimace of revulsion crossed her features.

This stemmed from her immediate recognition that the orb consisted of creation-attributed divine energy.

Given the extensive time she'd endured around creation-attributed divine energy, detecting it was effortless for her. After so many years, it even haunted her dreams in nightmares.

Despite the trauma inflicted by creation-attributed divine energy, her fascination with the orb remained evident.

After examining it briefly, Queenie abruptly stated, "Just squeeze it."

Dorothy was thrown by the suggestion, a doubtful expression forming as she mulled over Queenie's words, though she noted the earnest gaze directed at her.

Thus, despite her reservations about its effectiveness, she decided to heed Queenie's guidance.

As she compressed the orb, Dorothy released it in haste.

This happened because a startling response emanated from the orb upon squeezing, taking her completely by surprise. Yet she swiftly retrieved it and applied pressure again, eliciting the identical effect.

Upon sensing this, she turned to Queenie, who responded with a simple nod and then gestured toward the nearby mold.

Taking the cue, Dorothy nodded back before grabbing the mold and pressing the orb over it.

Doing so caused divine energy to pour out from the orb and pour into the mold below.

Before long, she had completely filled the mold she held.

With that finished, Queenie provided further directions on stabilizing the energy and preserving the shape from the mold, after which they pried it open jointly.

The only remaining step was attaching the handle to this blade.

Queenie had performed this task countless times as part of her responsibilities, so her familiarity with the procedure was hardly unexpected.

What stood out as odd was the speed at which Queenie discerned the orb's operation. A mere glance allowed her to realize that a simple squeeze from Dorothy was all it needed to activate.

This detail had eluded even me, despite being the one who crafted it.

Clearly, Queenie's long tenure as a god's messenger hadn't been without merit.