Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2098: Reduced

"It certainly has improved a lot." After taking in the sight of all those weapons piled up there, I couldn't hold back from commenting.

Merely a few days had passed, yet the workshop had already churned out way more arms than it did while I was gone.

Dorothy truly possessed the skill to lead the workshop and push Queenie into action.

However, from the expression on Queenie’s face, it was clear she wasn’t thrilled about any of it. It looked like part of her wished for an end due to her past ordeals.

I held my tongue on that matter, considering how it marked progress from before.

I’d never been okay with her slacker ways anyway.

The issue had always been finding someone to step into her shoes.

Now that Dorothy had shown she could fill that role effectively, there was no reason to tolerate Queenie’s laziness further.

At the rate they were operating, it appeared they could equip every nation in no time at all.

Beyond that, Dorothy had even enhanced the weapons’ quality.

Queenie’s creations had suffered from diluted power because they relied on her divine energy, which carried a mismatched attribute and lacked strength.

They used it solely for its plentiful supply.

Yet with Dorothy compensating the shortfall using her corruption energy, the result approached what pure creation divine energy from me would yield in forging these arms.

Consequently, these weapons boasted far superior quality compared to Queenie’s versions.

This upgrade not only boosted their toughness but also amplified their might.

Undoubtedly, the other nations in the racial alliance would approve of these tools. And sustaining this level would prove invaluable in the upcoming clash against the forces of Destruction.

Still, that wasn’t why we’d visited the workshop this time.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have included Max, given his total disinterest in such matters.

Max cared only about Dorothy’s physical state.

The way his gaze fixed on her made it seem like she was a specimen under scrutiny, not a living being.

Nevertheless, he excelled at his work, and his presence here had purpose.

Upon completing his examinations, astonishment lit up his features.

Whether this boded well remained unclear for the moment.

As he jotted notes without a word, I had to prompt him: "So, what’s the verdict?"

"It’s been reduced." He replied, eyes still glued to his papers.

That statement alone didn’t clarify things, so I pressed, "What do you mean by reduced?"

"It’s straightforward—the corruption energy within her has diminished," he explained, flipping his notes to reveal them to us.

In addition, he displayed the outcomes of his conducted tests.

Relief washed over us as we reviewed the findings.

Though I’d conceived this plan, certainty hadn’t been guaranteed.

I’d speculated it would succeed by drawing out the corruption energy from Dorothy, and Max’s verification now confirmed my hunch.

I allowed only a brief moment of triumph, aware that shifts could occur unpredictably.

Dorothy’s state might alter suddenly, as the origin of her corruption energy stayed a mystery.

For the present, it held steady.

"Keep monitoring her closely to prevent any surprises."

I issued the order, but Max appeared too absorbed to heed it. His stare at Dorothy suggested eagerness for further experiments on her energy.

Dorothy’s expression, however, showed reluctance for more probing.

Ultimately, I halted him with, "Put it all in a report and forward it to the racial alliance."

At that, Max paused and gave a nod of agreement.

This wasn’t his usual practice, but he complied now, understanding it as the key to retaining Dorothy here. Even I couldn’t defy the racial alliance single-handedly.

Thus, submitting an official account of her stabilized condition was essential.

Coupled with her role in churning out the weapons, it seemed unlikely they’d pursue charges against her. In the current circumstances, Dorothy appeared secure for the time being.

Yet I noticed her gaze toward the orb.

She yearned to wield it and further tame the corruption energy until it ceased troubling her.

"Don’t overdo it," I cautioned her finally.

Knowing I couldn’t fully prevent her, I aimed simply to ensure she didn’t break down.

Dorothy nodded back, though determination lingered in her eyes.

Nothing more needed saying on the topic.