Goddess Demeter knew Ronan's three magics very well.
Although they were all extraordinary and extremely rare, they were unfortunately utility-focused.
They were powerful, but none of them could be used directly in combat.
The First Magic: [All Things - Origin] — the core of his system cheat.
The Second Magic: [Heaven and Earth - Blessed Boon] — a mortal version of the Falna system.
The Third Magic: [Ronan Veyr's Magic Notes] — a magic that could record new spells.
So when Ronan asked for a custom staff, Demeter only needed a moment to understand why.
"Your third magic..." The goddess played with a strand of her hair. Her amber eyes shone with understanding. "Oh... so you finally used some special method to record a combat spell? Congratulations, Ronan. You finally got what you wanted."
She smiled, genuinely happy for him.
"With a combat spell and your huge Mind, a proper staff really would be an indispensable boost for you."
"Oh, and as for a way to get one, I can help you."
Then the goddess changed her tone. Her voice became playful as she warned him:
"But, Ronan, I have to warn you first. Custom equipment for a mage is very expensive. The price might scare you to death. Be prepared, or you might faint on the spot."
Even though he had expected it, the word "price" still made Ronan's face stiffen at once.
He sighed helplessly.
"I don't have a choice. This is something I can't compromise on."
"As for the price... please help me negotiate, Lady Demeter. I already have the blueprint and the main material, so that should save a lot."
Hearing that, real surprise appeared on Demeter's beautiful face.
"Eh?" She widened her eyes and leaned closer to look at him. "I didn't notice, Ronan. Since when did you get rich? You made a lot of money and didn't even tell me. Aren't we supposed to share happy news like this?"
She spoke slowly, her warm breath brushing against Ronan's ear again.
"..."
The teasing, both physical and mental, nearly broke through Ronan's defenses.
"Ahem! Just today! I only got it today!" He hurried to explain and tried his best to stay calm. "The money is still warm in my pocket, and I came to tell you the good news right away!"
"Is that so?" Demeter blinked at him. "Or did you only think of me because you ran into a problem you couldn't solve by yourself?"
"..."
Ronan had nothing to say, because she was right.
Demeter clearly enjoyed seeing him cornered. She leaned against him like a satisfied cat and spoke in a sweet voice.
"Well, since this is the first time you've seriously asked me for help... I agree."
The business side of things was settled. The playfulness in the goddess's eyes softened into affection. She reached out and lifted Ronan's chin with her fingers. Her smile was dazzling.
"Now that business is done, should we talk about something more interesting, hmm?"
"As you wish, my goddess."
Ronan's voice came out a little hoarse.
--
Under Persephone's gaze, which seemed to want to freeze even the air, Ronan lifted the goddess and headed up the stairs. No sooner had the door finished closing than he slammed her against the wood.
The bedroom door had barely finished closing when Ronan pushed her against it to begin a deep kiss. It was a slow, measured, and hungry kiss.
The humid rustle of their tongues and the air escaping them in each tug could be heard, filling the silence of the room.
She responded with intensity, pressing her tongue against his and sucking it forcefully, producing a slow and lascivious sound. One of her hands moved up his neck to keep him close, to not let him go.
A few minutes passed before they separated. She held his gaze while she caught her breath.
"Drink this," she whispered, handing him the bottle with that thick and golden liquid that vibrated with energy. "I don't want you fainting before I'm finished with you, my little hero."
Ronan drank it in one gulp. The sweet taste of nectar transformed into an electric heat that ignited his crotch instantly. His member tensed against the fabric of his pants, harder than steel; he was ready for the battle.
Demeter let out a little giggle as she let her pink dress fall to the floor, without any hurry. Under the silk of the nightgown, she was completely soaked; the aroma of her fluids permeated every corner of the room.
Ronan grabbed her by the waist with such force that it wrenched a moan of surprise from her. He slammed her against the stone wall, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He lowered his pants, revealing his thick penis that looked ready to burst.
He began to rub the tip of his penis against Demeter's already overflowing vagina. The sound of the moisture was dense and obscene; she was so excited that her fluids were already running down her thighs.
He began to penetrate her slowly, opening her lips millimeter by millimeter, enjoying the extreme resistance of her walls that oppressed him with a sensation of ecstasy. It was a scorching heat, as if he were inserting his flesh into an oven of pleasure that threatened to melt him.
With a strong hip thrust, he buried his entire member in a single long, wet strike. Demeter let out a loud moan when his penis reached the bottom of her womb, which shivered violently from the impact. Her eyes clouded and her hands dug into Ronan's shoulders, feeling his penis brushing her uterus.
Ronan stayed completely still for an instant, enjoying every sensation of being inside her vagina while her interior throbbed frantically. The internal suction was incredible; he felt her muscles embracing him, trying to extract every last drop. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "I want you inside, Demeter."
Ronan dug his fingers into Demeter's large buttocks, lifting her slowly until he was almost out, then letting her fall with all her weight onto his cock, sinking inside her. The sound of entering completely was a wet and deep thud, an audible suction that resonated in the silence.
With each thrust, he felt his glans kiss her womb, producing a dull impact that made them both let out a grunt. He concentrated on moving the tip of his penis against her most sensitive spot with every thrust.
The sound of clashing flesh was rhythmic and constant; with every deep blow, he felt his penis being engulfed by a viscous slime.
Demeter let out lascivious moans, shaking her head with every hit.
"Ah... Ronan... it feels so good... more!"
As the sound of their bodies clashing filled the room, he focused on pressing her most sensitive spot with every slow movement, ignoring the sweat covering their bodies. He leaned in and nibbled her shoulder, a mark of possession that made her moan louder. Then he kissed the same mark, a soft gesture in the midst of the ferocity. "Like this, my goddess? Do you like it?" he asked in a raspy voice.
The sound was very dirty; a mix of her moisture and the heavy blows. The rhythm did not cease. Demeter was a mass of spasms; her mind clouded while her head shook from side to side against the wall.
"Ronan... fill me... it feels so good!" she moaned, losing every trace of decency.
He increased the speed until his movements became a blur; his hands left red marks on her thighs as he held her tightly against the stone. The rhythm became messy, and their fluids splashed the floor with every dry impact. Ronan kissed her again, a desperate and deep kiss that was lost among their gasps.
Ronan felt as if his soul was being sucked out; she behaved like an addict and wanted it all for herself, squeezing him. The suction became unbearable; her vaginal muscles were milking him.
Ronan felt he was reaching his limit, thrust after thrust, without rest, sinking into her soaked flesh.
"I can't... stop...!" he grunted, clenching his teeth and with his back muscles tense.
"Don't stop! Give it all to me! Fill me with your children!" she screamed, completely surrendered to the ecstasy.
He buried himself to the root one last time, feeling the tension explode in a massive and burning discharge that flooded her interior.
He filled her completely, feeling the heat of his semen hitting her depths while she reached the most violent climax of her life, contracting savagely around his penis.
Demeter collapsed against his chest with an expression of absolute ecstasy, while the echo of their fluids dripping against the floor was the only thing to be heard. Ronan did not let her fall. He pressed her against him, stroking her hair soaked with sweat and kissed her forehead. "I'm here," he said softly. "I won't let go."
Ronan lifted her in his arms and took her straight to the bathroom. He put her in the warm water and began to wash her carefully, removing the remains of sweat and every trace of what they had done in the room.
"How do you feel, my goddess?" Ronan asked as he ran the water over her skin.
Demeter let her head fall back, letting out a heavy sigh. She was exhausted.
"Tired..." she replied with a weak voice.
Ronan continued cleaning her in silence, but he couldn't get the reaction of his body after drinking that liquid out of his head.
"By the way, goddess... what did you give me?"
Demeter opened her eyes and looked at him sideways with a small smile.
"I gave you a high-grade healing potion. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you were hurt, darling?" she said while stroking his face with her wet hand.
Ronan stayed quiet for a moment. He felt truly moved realizing that she had noticed his wounds before starting everything. He leaned in and gave her a slow kiss, without hurry.
Ronan left the sponge aside and got into the bathtub, settling right behind her so their bodies would fit together under the warm water.
"Thank you, my goddess," he said in her ear as he surrounded her with a soft hug, pressing Demeter's back against his chest.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub and let her relax completely in his arms, enjoying the silence while the steam filled the room.
Demeter rested her head on Ronan's shoulder and sighed, letting all the weight of her body sink against his.
"It's been a long time since anyone took care of me this way," she whispered, turning her face a bit to find Ronan's lips with a smile.
He responded with a slow and soft kiss, one that didn't seek anything but to tell her he was there and didn't plan on moving from her side.
They stayed like that for a while, with Ronan stroking her arms under the water while the silence felt comfortable for the first time.
"Don't get used to this," Ronan joked in a low voice, "I'm supposed to be an adventurer, not a masseur."
Demeter let out a little giggle and settled better against him, enjoying the heat of the water.
"Well, for a novice masseur, you don't do it badly at all," she joked, turning a bit to look at him.
Ronan smiled and gave her a short kiss on her chin.
"Don't get used to it, I have a reputation to maintain," he replied in a low voice.
He noticed the water was starting to get cold and decided it was time to get out of there.
He stood up and lifted her in his arms effortlessly, taking her out of the tub.
He dried her quickly with a large towel and took her directly to the bedroom.
He laid her on the bed carefully and got under the sheets to hug her by the waist.
"Rest," Ronan murmured, giving her one last kiss before closing his eyes.
--
Yellow lamplight mixed with the cold moonlight. On the second-floor balcony, a beautiful figure in a silk dress stood by the railing.
Goddess Demeter smiled. Her amber eyes, soft and full of lingering warmth, followed Ronan's back until he disappeared into the night.
The next day came.
Before leaving Wheat Manor yesterday, Ronan had handed the [Great Holy Tree Branch] and the [Crafting Guide: Mage's Staff] to Demeter.
Now he only had to wait a week for the custom staff.
He moved his left arm. The stiffness from yesterday was gone. Carefully, he removed the bandages. Thanks to Airmid's excellent treatment and that high-grade potion Demeter had given him last night, the wound had healed smoothly. Not even a scar remained.
"Perfect. I can move it just fine now."
He praised her work, then remembered the young healer's advice.
"But for anything intense, it's better to wait one more day..."
"Yeah, I should listen to the professional."
...
For breakfast, he had two large bowls of pork and preserved egg congee, two side dishes, and some crispy bacon and cheese toast. Ronan ate with real satisfaction. Life felt good.
He thought about his sudden rise in fortune. He had improved his potential, secured his future path, and was already in the process of getting a custom staff. Ronan could not help humming under his breath.
"I've only been here six months, and things are finally turning around."
He said it sincerely.
After eating, Ronan cheerfully cleaned the house. He even did a full cleaning without straining his arm.
Then he took a hot shower. Like an old man enjoying retirement, he carried his favorite teacup and sat down at the stone table beneath the old tree in the yard.
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, scattering patches of light across the ground.
He narrowed his eyes and let his thoughts drift.
The events of the last few days passed through his mind. The constant ups and downs had kept his nerves stretched tight. Now that he had finally relaxed, it felt as if both his body and mind had loosened.
"Is this some kind of mental upgrade?"
He laughed at himself, relaxed further, and took a sip of tea.
But the peaceful mood did not last long.
Ronan suddenly saw a flash of magic light.
"?"
"A magic circle?"
He quickly turned his head. In the corner of the yard, near the plants, a complex magic circle had appeared. The patterns were glowing brightly.
"Buzz—!"
A strong wave of magic spread out from it, making the nearby leaves rustle.
"Wait. This feeling... could it be..."
A shocking guess flashed through Ronan's mind.
Before he could react, the light pouring from the magic circle became blinding. Ronan instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes.
"Dammit!"
When the light finally faded, Ronan looked again.
At the center of the magic circle stood a slim but heroic figure.
She wore a dark blue linen dress, a simple belt, and leather boots.
Her blonde hair had been braided into a thick plait that hung all the way to her waist.
A clear, steady, almost holy presence radiated from her. It made her feel like a knight from legend.
"Are you my Master?" the girl asked in a clear voice.
Ronan slowly came back to himself.
"?"
A strong sense of déjà vu hit him.
When the remaining mist fully cleared and he saw her face, Ronan leaned back in shock.
In an instant, countless words flashed through his mind like a storm.
The Maid of Orléans... the saint who saved her country... Jeanne d'Arc...
"Hiss—"
Ronan sucked in a breath. A chill ran up his spine. He suddenly had the terrible feeling that all the luck he had accumulated lately had just been burned away in one shot.
This was no longer just good luck after surviving a disaster. The reward was absurdly high for what he had done.
Cold sweat soaked his back. He forced himself to stay calm and spoke in a shaky voice.
"Jeanne d'Arc?"
"Joan of Arc?"
"Jeanne?"
As the words left his mouth, Ronan's mind raced.
The conditions of the [Familia Invitation], [Vanguard], [Support Ability], and even his own personal taste all flashed through his head.
They matched the girl standing before him almost perfectly.
Ronan's mouth twitched.
Everything lined up. Every hidden condition had been met, especially the last one.
"Master? You can call me that if you want."
Ronan put down his teacup, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked toward her. Then he reached out his hand.
"Ronan. Ronan Veyr."
"Welcome to this new world, Jeanne."
"Eh?"
Jeanne looked confused. Still, she instinctively reached out and shook Ronan's hand.
The moment their hands touched—
Buzz—!
A soft, holy light flowed from where their palms met. A subtle connection, as if it had been tied directly between their souls, linked them together.
"The contract is complete."
"Welcome to the Veyr Familia."
"We're family from now on."
...
Jeanne's mind was blank.
Her last memory was the blazing fire at Rouen. The flames had burned her skin, devoured her body, and swallowed her consciousness until everything had gone dark.
Just before that last darkness took her, a black invitation had appeared in her mind.
And when she opened her eyes again, she was standing in this quiet, unfamiliar yard.
Before she could even understand what had happened, she had already formed this strange contract with the young man before her.
Still dazed, she followed him into the house. She sat on a soft sofa for a long time, while the memory of the flames and the stake came flooding back like a tide.
"I'm... alive?"
She looked down at her hands. There was no trace of injury on them. Her blue eyes were filled with disbelief.
"This is... unbelievable..."