Witch Taming System-Chapter 45: Magic Semen [2]

Lancel knew there was something special about his semen. Angelica had tormented him for a long time, forcing him to ejaculate nearly every day just to study the substance.

Faust had even given him a handjob once to confirm her own suspicions.

To put it simply, his semen contained an immense amount of mana. Men’s semen had always been tied to mana, since it was only through semen that witches could be born.

Men themselves couldn’t use magic, but their daughters sometimes could, depending on luck.

That connection always pointed back to the semen itself. Even when a man impregnated an ordinary woman, there was still a small one percent chance the child would be a witch.

If he impregnated an actual witch, that chance became one hundred percent, as long as the child was a daughter.

But what if his semen had been ejaculated inside a witch?

Compared to a regular woman’s womb, a witch’s womb was special. A witch’s womb was basically where the circuits of their magic were located.

When he had sex with Mei, she told him that witches couldn’t get pregnant through conventional means.

Even if the sperm traveled all the way to the womb, it still had to go through a cleansing ritual. Their special womb required the witch to actively use her mana for the process.

In short, witches had full control. They could choose whether or not they wanted to get pregnant after the sperm reached the womb by processing it with their mana.

Going back to the topic, since the magic circuit was located in the womb, what would happen if Lancel’s semen, which had already been confirmed as special by two Eruditions, were to ejaculate inside a witch and travel through her womb?

The result was right in front of him.

As Lancel remained silent, trying to piece everything together, Faust had already begun examining Mei’s transmutation in detail.

Meanwhile, Ishtar stood beside Mei, clearly unable to contain her curiosity.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" Ishtar pressed. "I saw the misinputs too!"

"I told you," Mei replied. "I don’t know."

Mistakes during casting weren’t rare, especially under pressure. In high-stakes situations, even experienced witches weren’t exempt from this.

But that was where skill came into play.

A master wouldn’t need to rely on calculations. Their spells would manifest naturally without error.

Apprentices, on the other hand, didn’t have that luxury. They couldn’t afford to skip steps.

"Ah, whatever." Ishtar waved it off. "I still don’t think you’re better than me."

"I never said I was."

"Hmph."

Lancel watched the exchange.

From the outside, it was easy to see the dynamic between them. A naturally gifted aunt and a niece who had to struggle to keep up. The difference in talent was unfair, but despite that, there was no real hostility between them.

If anything, they actually seemed rather close.

He could also see why Mei threw herself into research while Ishtar enjoyed the high life that came with their renowned bloodline.

Both came from the same family, yet the difference in talent was glaring. Still, Lancel had to commend Mei for choosing to work hard and study rather than succumb to an inferiority complex.

...If only she weren’t secretly a psycho who didn’t care who lived or died in her pursuit of magic.

Later on, once the two apprentice witches left and classes adjourned, Faust and Lancel walked side by side through the bustling streets of Riviere.

"What do you think?" Faust asked. "Were you able to follow what exactly happened?"

"More or less, I have a general idea."

"It’s strange... Mei has never shown that kind of exponential growth before. That’s why I keep a closer eye on her than Ishtar. When she hits a wall, she’s too shy to say anything and keeps it to herself..."

"Is that so?"

Lancel glanced ahead.

’A shy girl, huh?’

By definition, Mei was the quiet, reserved type.

But that image didn’t quite match what he had seen from her.

The way she had openly expressed her concerns and even seduced him... sexual arousal had washed all of that away.

The power of being horny really was something.

"Well, whatever the case," Faust said, "Duchess la Blanc would be pleased to know about Mei’s sudden growth."

Lancel listened quietly as they continued walking.

Technically, Faust wasn’t directly tied to any one lineage.

She was simply an assigned professor tasked with guiding and refining the abilities of the two apprentices in areas their own predecessors couldn’t fully cover.

In other words, while they were her students, they weren’t exactly "hers" but belonged to their respective lineages, to the witches they were meant to inherit from.

Nevertheless, Faust still had all the rights to regard them as her apprentices.

"That reminds me," Lancel said, glancing at her. "Why don’t you have a successor of your own?"

"It’s too tedious," Faust replied. "I have no experience with men, and these days, adoption has turned into a competition. Any promising prospect gets taken by witches much younger than me. And even if I did find one... I don’t think I have the time to properly nurture and cultivate them until inheritance."

For witches, having a successor didn’t necessarily mean bearing a child. Adoption was just as viable.

With the right methods, a witch could raise someone and shape them into a proper heir, passing down not only their magic but everything tied to their lineage.

In Faust’s case, she took on the role of a mentor as a way to familiarize herself with the process. A form of practice, in case she ever decided to take in a successor of her own.

"Is that so?. Wouldn’t that technically make me your apprentice?"

Faust shrugged casually.

"Sure. If you want to put it that way. Except I’ll be losing custody of you in a year."

"Ah... right."

Lancel’s gaze lowered slightly.

Perhaps he had been indulging himself too much these past few days. It was easy to forget, in moments like these, that none of this was permanent.

Whatever freedom he thought he had, whatever normalcy he was beginning to feel, it wasn’t real.

At the end of it all, he was still a slave to the city.

"...Is there any way to buy back my freedom?" he asked.

"For research assets like you, it’s five hundred gold coins. Do you even know how much that is? Even I don’t have that kind of money."

"So it’s impossible, huh..."

"There is a way," Faust added, tapping her lips with her finger. "If a Duchess were to take a fancy to you, they could formally overhaul your status within the city."

Lancel sighed.

"...That sounds even more impossible."

"Mm."

Faust glanced at him for a moment before looking ahead again.

"Well, I’ll try to pull some strings," she said. "At the very least, I can make sure you’re assigned to witches I can vouch for."

"I’d like that."

There wasn’t much else to say.

They continued walking in silence for a bit. Then, as if something had just crossed his mind, Lancel turned his head slightly toward Faust.

"If a Duchess were to fancy me, you say?" he began. "This might sound stupid, but... what if I revealed I could use magic? That would instantly make me the most valuable man in the city, wouldn’t it?"

"Sure," she said. "You could do that. They might even consider it."

Lancel raised a brow. "Then...?"

"And then you wake up in a basement. Bound for the rest of your life."

"...Right."

Lancel casually rested both hands behind his head, a smirk slowly forming at the corner of his lips.

It wasn’t like there were no options.

Technically, all he had to do was become stronger than a Duchess.