Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2098: Reduced

"It has definitely gotten much better." After glancing at the pile of weapons stored in the workshop, I found myself blurting that out.

Just a short time had passed, yet the output from the workshop surpassed everything produced during my absence by a wide margin.

Dorothy possessed the skill to lead the workshop effectively and push Queenie into action.

Based on Queenie's expression, however, she clearly wasn't thrilled about any of it. It looked like part of her wished for an end to her suffering from recent events.

I chose to remain silent on the matter, viewing it as progress compared to before.

Her slothful behavior had never sat well with me anyway.

The issue had always been finding someone suitable to replace her.

Now that Dorothy had shown herself capable in that role, there was no reason to tolerate Queenie's idleness any longer.

At their current speed, it appeared they could equip every nation in mere days.

Beyond that, Dorothy had enhanced the weapons' quality as well.

Queenie's versions had suffered in strength due to the divine energy she infused, which carried a mismatched attribute that weakened it.

It was only employed for its plentiful supply.

Yet with Dorothy compensating the deficiencies using her corruption energy, the result nearly matched weapons forged with my own pure creation divine energy.

Consequently, these weapons far exceeded Queenie's in overall quality.

They gained not just superior durability but also heightened power.

Without question, the allied races' nations would approve of these arms. Sustaining this level would undoubtedly aid us greatly against the Destruction forces ahead.

Still, our visit to the workshop today had a different purpose.

Otherwise, bringing Max made no sense, as he showed zero interest in such matters.

Max's sole concern was Dorothy's physical state.

The way his gaze fixed on her suggested he saw her more as a subject for study than a living being.

That said, he excelled in his field, and his presence here served a clear purpose.

Upon completing his examinations, astonishment etched across his features.

Whether this boded well remained unclear for the moment.

As he scribbled notes without a word, I finally prompted, "So, what's the verdict?"

"It's been reduced." He replied, eyes still glued to his paperwork.

That vague statement left us in the dark, so I pressed, "What do you mean by reduced?"

"It's straightforward—the corruption energy within her has diminished." He explained, swiveling his notes to face us.

Additionally, he presented the test outcomes.

Relief washed over us upon viewing the data.

Though I'd theorized it might succeed, certainty had eluded me.

This approach had seemed logical as a means to absorb Dorothy's internal corruption energy, and Max's verification now confirmed its effectiveness.

I allowed only a brief moment of triumph, aware that shifts could occur unpredictably.

Dorothy's state might alter suddenly, given our ignorance of the corruption energy's origin.

For the time being, stability held.

"Keep monitoring her closely and prevent any surprises."

I issued the order, yet Max appeared disinterested, his stare at Dorothy betraying his itch to conduct further experiments on her energy.

Dorothy's expression indicated she had no intention of cooperating with more probing.

Ultimately, I intervened with, "Put it all in a report and forward it to the racial alliance."

At that, Max paused and gave a confirming nod.

This wasn't his usual practice, but he complied now to ensure Dorothy stayed put. Even I couldn't defy the racial alliance single-handedly.

Thus, we needed to submit official documentation proving her stabilized condition.

Combined with her oversight of weapon production, this should shield her from accusations amid the ongoing crisis, keeping her secure for the present.

Yet her gaze toward the orb revealed her inner drive.

She yearned to harness it, further curbing the corruption energy until it posed no threat.

"Don't overdo it." I cautioned her finally.

Unable to halt her completely, I could at least urge caution against burnout.

Dorothy nodded, though determination lingered in her eyes.

No further words seemed fitting on the subject.