The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around
Chapter 115: Another Useless

Chapter 115: Another Useless

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"Okay, time to leave."

Eren murmured to himself as he stood up from his plastic monocle chair and casually tossed it back into his inventory, like it was nothing special.

Meanwhile, on the floor, Seraphina was on her knees, panting heavily from sheer exhaustion. The past two hours had been nothing short of emotional and physical torture. Following her new Master’s ridiculous commands had pushed her past the brink of frustration. Some of the tasks were outright outrageous—even degrading. He made her run around the entire chamber on all fours, bark like a dog, howl like a wolf, and worst of all... fetch a bone.

Yes. A bone. And so on.

And because of the binding contract she was forced into—and her growing fear of being electrocuted again—she had no choice but to obey. She complied with clenched teeth, swallowing her pride and dignity along with every humiliating command.

’At least he didn’t make me do anything perverted,’ she thought bitterly, standing up and brushing the dust from her knees as she trailed behind him.

Just as she began to walk, Eren suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to glance over his shoulder. His sharp eyes swept over her body—and then he blinked, as if realizing something obvious had just hit him in the head.

"...Why are you not wearing clothes?"

Yep. He finally remembered.

Seraphina was still completely, unsurprisingly naked.

The half-fox, half-wolf demoness frowned, one eyebrow twitching in annoyance. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, though her expression was more irritated than embarrassed.

"Because I don’t have any," she said flatly, as if stating the most obvious thing in the world.

This entire time, Eren had completely ignored—or maybe just forgot—the fact that she had been stark naked ever since he freed her from that ancient magical chains. To his credit, his expression had remained mostly neutral while she was in front of him, which was kinda... respectable?

As for Seraphina herself, she didn’t seem all that bothered about her own lack of clothing. In her eyes, clothes were a luxury, not a necessity. That didn’t mean she disliked wearing them—it just wasn’t high on her priority list. Especially after spending centuries imprisoned in a magic seal.

Eren tilted his head thoughtfully. "Don’t you have some extra clothes or something? Like in your space storage?"

Seraphina looked at him like he’d just asked if she kept spare dresses under a rock.

"I can’t use spatial magic," she said with a scowl, arms still folded. "And the only clothes I had were in my storage ring. Which the Church confiscated before sealing me away."

"Then... can’t you just make new ones? You know, with mana?"

His next question made her blink in disbelief. Her tail twitched.

’What is this kid even talking about?’

Create clothes using mana? What kind of nonsense—

"Human," she said, her tone dry and serious, "if you’re talking about using mana to directly create material objects like clothes, then no. No one can do that. That’s not how mana works."

She didn’t particularly enjoy explaining such basics to someone clearly clueless, but at least she didn’t mind it. although, it was mostly because she must answer.

Eren furrowed his brows and muttered to the system in his head.

’Useless, is that true? Can’t Awakeners manipulate mana to create matter?’

[No, Master. Unless they unlock a specific skill that allows the creation of materials or garments from pure mana, even the most talented mages cannot do that. It is beyond standard mages knowledge.]

Eren narrowed his eyes, lost in thought. He had assumed that higher-level mages in this world might be able to do something like that, based on what he read—or rather, what he remembered from other fantasy stories that talks about it.

His mind then wandered to the boss he fought previously—the Abyssal Reaper. That monster had been clad entirely in writhing shadows, dark energy cloaking its body like armor.

Raising his right hand, Eren took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He focused, trying to replicate that exact image in his mind. That moment. That feeling.

Both Seraphina and Useless watched silently, puzzled and intrigued.

Then, within seconds, a red Aura began to rise from Eren’s body, shimmering like heat on a summer road. But it wasn’t just his Aura—there was another energy swirling through it. Something darker.

"!?"

[!!!]

Both Seraphina and Useless widened their eyes in disbelief. That was definitely mana—no doubt about it—but not just any mana. It was dark elemental mana.

The dark energy layered over Eren’s crimson aura, swirling like smoke as he concentrated. Gradually, it moved across his body, wrapping him in shadows and mist. And then—

It changed.

The haze solidified into the form of a coat—sleek, dark, and ominous. The cloak moved as if alive, pulsing like it was made from enchanted mist.

[Ding!]

[You have created a new spell.]

[You have learned a new spell.]

The system’s notification chimed in Eren’s mind, but he paid it no attention. He opened his eyes and looked down at his newly formed coat, now enveloping his frame like something out of a villain’s transformation sequence.

"Can you do something like this?" he asked, turning to Seraphina with a completely straight face.

She stood frozen, jaw slack, utterly stunned.

’What’s with that stupidly shocked expression?’ Eren thought to himself, deadpan.

But instead of answering, Seraphina asked a question of her own.

"H-how... how did you do that?" she stammered, pointing at the dark mana cloak.

"What do you mean how?" Eren replied, folding his arms. His tone was dull and unimpressed. "Obviously, by manipulating mana."

Seraphina’s lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t know what to say. Was her new Master a genius? A monster? Or some bizarre combination of both and stupidly clueless.

[Master...] Useless finally chimed in, [no one has ever achieved what you just did. That’s why it’s considered impossible. Her reaction is completely justified.]

’Tch. Sounds like a weak excuse,’ Eren scoffed internally. ’Just means no one in this world has ever thought to be creative.’

"Anyway, foxy. Can you do it or not?" he asked, turning back toward the still-naked demoness as he deactivated the cloak.

Seraphina’s expression shifted to something uncertain. She hesitated. "I... I don’t think I can—"

But she was swiftly cut off.

"Don’t think. Just do it."

Hearing her master’s command, she stopped hesitating and tried to imitate exactly what he had done before.

To Seraphina, this felt strange. Back in the Demon Lands, she was known as a warrior and a genius. While she specialized in melee combat and wielding all sorts of weapons, her knowledge of magic wasn’t lacking either. In fact, she was just as proficient in it—at least, that’s what she always believed.

She began by releasing her demonic aura—something that came easily to her. The next part, however, was much harder. She attempted to release her mana outside her body—something that was considered nearly impossible for most individuals. And yet, she was among the rare few who could do it.

And surprisingly... Eren could do it too, it seemed.

Sweat started to form on her forehead as she struggled to control the mana using only her aura. Every time she thought she had it, it would slip through her grasp—like trying to grab water in bare hands. Frustrating and exhausting.

In the end, she gave up. Her breathing was ragged, and her mind foggy from the effort.

Watching this, Eren clicked his tongue in visible disappointment.

"Tch. Useless."

[Yes Master?]

’Not you, dumbass,’ Eren groaned internally, causing the system voice to fall into complete, awkward silence.

Seraphina, hearing that insult directed at her, gritted her teeth in frustration. Still catching her breath, she clenched her fists. Seriously?! Like it was her fault she couldn’t do something only a crazy monster like him could do? It wasn’t like she was some overpowered genius. Yes, back in the demon land, she was also called a genius. but not a Super genius like this human.

"Hey."

Suddenly, Eren tossed something toward her. She caught it instinctively—it was... a dress?

"Wear it," he said in a flat, emotionless tone, handing over what looked like a cheaply made outfit. Something he had just bought from the system shop, witha low price.

Seraphina looked down at the clothes in her hand and frowned. Her eyes twitched in disgust.

"you want me to wear this garbage?"

She complained loudly. The dress looked like it belonged to a poor farmer’s daughter—worn, faded, and not the least bit fashionable. And she was right. It did belong to a commoner... at least in design.

"I’m not wearing this," she grumbled, preparing to throw it on the ground—only to freeze. Her entire body stiffened as she felt her Master’s piercing gaze land on her.

His glowing crimson eyes locked onto her like a predator. They seemed to silently dare her to go ahead and try.

With a nervous gulp, she quickly changed her mind.

"F-fine! I’ll wear it! Just because you ordered me to!" she huffed, her face red with embarrassment and humiliation, as it wasn’t because of fear to be punished again.

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After putting on the outfit, Seraphina now looked like a worn-out village woman from some nameless rural town. The dress was plain brown cotton, patched in several places, with a rough white apron tied around her waist. A faded shawl was thrown over her shoulders, and the skirt reached just past her knees, clearly designed for practicality over style. If someone saw her now, they’d never believe she was once a feared demon lord.

Eren gave her a once-over, scanning her appearance from top to bottom.

She looked almost exactly like her in-game character from Valoria Legends. Almost.

There was one... notable difference.

Her chest size.

Yep. It was smaller than he remembered.

But it wasn’t just that. Her entire vibe felt different. She looked more lively, more expressive, and honestly... younger. While the in-game version gave off the aura of a powerful, intimidating, and mature woman in her thirties, the Seraphina in front of him seemed like she was in her late twenties—and a bit less mature and more childish.

"Is this your true form?" Eren asked, curiosity slipping into his voice.

Seraphina blinked and looked back at him after finishing with the clothes. Confused at first—until she noticed where his eyes were focused.

Right on her chest.

His expression was blank, yet somehow full of judgmental disappointment.

This made her eye twitched in annoyance and anger.

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