It took him half a day to reach the gates and into the town. It took him another day to find Eira and Riot who were in the middle of eating breakfast. People at the table were giving him strange looks. He was, after all, only wearing underwear.

“Oh, you’re alive.” Eira sipped some coffee.

“Of course, I am.” Malcolm pulled up a chair right next to them. He waved a shocked waitress and ordered some coffee and eggs himself. “So, where is that bastard that left me alone?”

“Who?” Riot asked with a mouthful of banana pancakes.

Eira put down her cup. “We have not met Dalton. We assumed he would be with you.”

“Well, he is not. That bastard left me to die.” He gnashed his teeth.

“Like you’ve done with him?” Eira asked.

“Th-that was different. He has a witch for a girlfriend, she put protective charms on him,” Malcolm said. When the coffee was brought to him, he brashly took a long drink. Then after a long minute, he put down his cup, fiddling with the handle. “He was in no danger. I wouldn’t have sent him to die.”

Eira stared at him, giving him a smug look. She leaned in resting her head on her hands. “So, has he grown on you?”

“Sh-shut up.” His face was hot and he turned away. Malcolm scratched his beard. “I don’t like him that much. I just…want to use him for my own devices.”

“Tsundere!” Riot squawked. Bits of pancake hit Malcolm’s face. He swept his hand over his face, and flicked a speck of pancake off his shoulder.

“You should cover your mouth when you’re eating.” Malcolm leaned back in his chair. He reached in his underwear. Onlookers gasped, and he ignored it, bringing out a map that he had taken from the Bag Man. “Do any of you have a location spell?”

“I do not!” Riot yelled. More specks rained down on Malcolm.

“If you yell one more time like that, I’m going to make sure you can’t chew any of your food again,” Malcolm growled.

“I do not have an ability like that. However I have a creature I made a deal with that does. He is named the Bag Man.” Eira pulled out her grimoire and flipped through the pages.

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“Ba-bag man?” Malcolm blinked at that.

“Yes, he is a very powerful monster that I tamed in these lands. While he is a big strange, he does have some useful abilities, such as Locate. It was why I sent him after you…” Eira looked up at her grimoire. “Say, do you know what happened to the Bag Man?”

Malcolm nodded, sensing impending danger on the horizon. “Yes, I do. Dalton killed him.”

“Dalton killed him?”

“Not just that, he also killed two hordes of monsters.”

“My monsters?”

So, it was hers. He had a feeling after the comment about the Bag Man. Well, this was revenge on Dalton for making him break the taboo. He did have to hurry this mission along as quickly as possible, before the assassin sent after him comes.

Eira was looking enraged. “Oh, I swear. That man seems to be ruining everything I’ve built up.”

Malcolm drunk his coffee. “Speaking of which, I think we should hurry and finish this mission. We just have to off this Harem King and Drug Lord right? According to this map, the Harem King’s residence is just up the road from this town. We can take care of the Drug Lord afterwards.”

“We’re leaving without Dalton?” Riot asked.

“I think, it is an appropriate punishment.” Eira was glowing a dangerous purple. It was always nice to push the blame onto someone else. He did not have Ozul to do that anymore.

Eira shut her book. “There is just one problem with your plan.”

The waitress placed the eggs in front of him. He started to dig in. It wasn’t that great, the egg was a bit overcooked than he liked, but food was food when he was hungry. He looked up from his plate.

“And what’s that?”

“The Harem King’s city only allows women to enter.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that means as the only woman I would need to go in.”

He finished eating. The fork and knife clattered on the plate. Satisfied by not only the meal but the situation Eira was describing, he leaned back in his chair.

“Yup.”

“Well, that isn’t allowed. I will not be going into a city like that. At least not by myself.”

Malcolm snorted, holding up his bulging and massive muscle. “Do I look like a woman to you?”

Yet, even with that, Eira smiled as if she had already won. “Did you know since coming to this world, I have leveled up considerably. My job has allowed me to gain some abilities that has mixed well with my abilities.”

Suddenly, Malcolm wasn’t liking where this was going. He leaned in. “Okay.”

“Things I would normally be unable to do, I can,” she said. “Such as twisting the nature of gender.”

Now that he understood, Malcolm felt like he had been struck by an arrow of lightning. “Is…is that so? Eira, we should probably be careful about this. You don’t want to do this do you?”

“That’s the thing Malcolm.” She put her hand over his. Her nose was bleeding. “Sometimes we have to make sacrifices.”

“Lies! You just want to see me turn into a woman!”

“That’s not true. I have to turn Riot into a woman too.” She looked less pleased to say that.

Riot on the other hand brightened at that. “I wonder how big my bosom will become.”

Malcolm nodded appropriately. That was exactly what he was starting to think. He wondered how he would become.

“Hmmm, well you’re going to find out.” The purple grimoire gave a dim glow. “Very soon.”