Level 1 Strongest Sage ~ - Book 11: Chapter 15: Sixth Time

Kikyou was amazing.

I didn’t expect a rampaging nine-tailed fox to be like that, to that extent…

I had been wrung completely dry.

Oh well.

It felt tremendously great.

Unfortunately, an ordinary human’s body couldn’t handle a nine-tailed fox.

Her inexhaustible stamina had been unbelievable.

I had been already at my limit, but because I was under the influence of her seduction, I had been forcibly squeezed to the last drop.

Along with that, my stamina had also been exhausted.

Kikyou fell sound asleep on top of me after making sure I was thoroughly satisfied.

She had been injured, so she voluntarily restrained herself in order to prevent herself from sucking mana from me.

However, that restraint had been removed once she fell asleep.

My mana was continuously drained while she slept. People normally won’t die from lack of mana, but if the physical strength had also been exhausted on top of that, the person would faint.

I passed out after too much mana had been sucked out of me, and whenever I recovered a bit of mana, I would wake up. Unfortunately, Kikyou would then suck whatever mana there was, making me pass out again. That cycle continued on and on.

When I woke up, a gorgeous woman would be sleeping on me, and I’d be like “W-what!?… Ah, it’s Kikyou! I had to run away!!”, but before I could escape, she would suck my mana to the point that I could no longer move my hands and feet.

It was repeated around 20 times, I think?

I died.

Ordinary human flesh couldn’t withstand that.

Apparently, this body that had been created by the curse would disappear if I died during the transmigration cycle curse.

Kikyou probably thought I escaped while she was sleeping.

— It was then that a sudden memory hit me.

Youko’s father.

Apparently, Youko’s father was Kikyou’s benefactor, and his bearing was similar to mine.

“…No-No way.”

Impossible.

But then, if that really was the case then, it would explain why Youko’s father — the man who slept with Kikyou — resembled me.

It’s still me, after all.

Wait, then does that mean I’m Youko’s dad!?

Well, it’s not my own body, though…

Eh, Eh??

I remembered how I slept with each of my wives before I went to the Evil God’s place. Youko was also included.

Her disheveled appearance crossed my mind.

“………………………”

No way, did I just do that?

I did that, didn’t I?

Youko told me that ‘it’s okay even if I was a bit rough’, so I used my bunshin and had my way with her.

…No way. I f**&# my daughter.

“AAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

No, this can’t be!!

I shouldn’t, I couldn’t do that to my daughter!!!!!!

I already had qualms laying a hand on my sister Akari….

But no, wait.

I shouldn’t panic yet.

The body that had coupled with Kikyou was a creation of Evil God’s curse.

We don’t even know if it could even create a child in the first place.

…alright.

I should confirm this with Kikyou as soon as we return.

By the way, I used [Saijou] to introduce myself to her. I thought it wasn’t a good idea to establish ties with my families’ past selves.

Oh well, I might’ve ended up creating one heck of a mess, though…

I didn’t want to know Youko’s dad’s name, so I didn’t ask Kikyou.

I should ask her as soon as I get home.

I should ask her right away, even if I have to summon her to Evil God’s shrine.

Couldn’t help it, I was really bothered.

“Are you… an elf?”

“Eh?”

The next destination of my transmigration was inside a dim forest.

I had been clutching my head while thinking of Kikyou and Youko, when somebody suddenly called out to me.

That person was —

“Sairos?”

Sairos Alheim.

The Elf King of Alheim — kingdom of the elves, and Leaffa’s dad.

“Sairos is my son. Maybe you’re mistaking me for somebody else? My name is Dairon Alheim. I’m the eldest son of the Alheim family.”

I thought he was the Elf king, but it seemed I was mistaken.

But they looked terribly alike.

So this guy was probably the father of the elven king I knew?

“You’re an elf, right? What’s your name? What are you doing in this place?”

I gasped, before touching my ear.

They were pointed.

Seemed like I transmigrated into an elf for the last round.

“Hey, are you listening? Name yourself.”

C*#$, I should’ve answered.

Er…

“E-Ernol!!”

I used my family name in the spur of the moment.

But then, Ernol meant “Flames” in elvish, so it shouldn’t sound weird as an elven name.

“I see. Ernol, what are you doing here all alone? It’s dangerous, you know.”

Eh, this forest was a dangerous place?

W-What to do?

I didn’t have an inkling as to where I was, so of course I couldn’t answer when asked what I was doing here.

“S-Sorry. It seems I lost my memory for some reason…”

I decided to go the amnesia route.

So, would it work?

“So you lost your memory. Based on your clothes, you must be from the Clindair tribe. And for you to be alone here… You must’ve been ‘done for’ in this forest, huh.”

I didn’t really follow what he was saying, but he seemed to have reached a conclusion on his own, so I decided to go with his flow.

“Ah, may I ask what place is this?”

“That must’ve taken your memories except for your name…Alright, fine, then. Follow me.”

What did he mean by ‘that’?

At any rate, I decided to follow Dairon.

The woods cleared after we walked for a short while.

The place we left ended up in a cliff, and a dark forest spread out below that cliff.

And right at the smack center of that forest was —

“This is the Woods of Yggdrasil.”

A ginormous tree with an eerie ambience loomed over the forest, and it was completely different from the Yggdrasil that I knew.