Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

With his mana circuitry granted by the second chance program roaring within, Devon activated the mana near his hand, forming a spear shaped bolt of mana that was cold and windy to the touch. With the wind spear in hand, he raised it above his shoulder and launched it towards a howler monkey. The spear splashed onto the monkey on impact, causing a visible bruise on its chest and knocking it several meters back and into the air, before it landed on a soldier's back.

The wind spear impact stunned the monkey momentarily, causing it to twitch feebly before regaining its locomotive capabilities.

The sorceress madame of the guild backrooms looked on with a caring gaze. "Such a crude yet effective way of utilizing mana… to be able to be that inefficient with mana and still produce results, Devon, your mana pool must be enormous!"

Devon nodded. He noticed that some ability called [Blessing of the Witch] granted him a massive amount of mana every time he activated the blessing. Now that he mentioned it, he remembered giving that businesswoman in purgatory license to roll his points randomly. Perhaps this blessing was one of the benefits that he received.

"Yeah, it's a bit excessive," Devon replied. "I used a lot of magic to rescue countess Ilyana, and I still have so much mana left over."

The busty sorceress madame crossed her arms around her breasts and hummed, a strangely calming sight in the midst of so much bloodshed nearby. "You still lack control over your mana, but I see so much potential within your body~ With enough private lessons, you'll be quite the formidable young sage~ You should diligently attend my private lessons, alright sweetie?"

"Yes, of course ma'am. Please teach me well," Devon replied, walking towards the madame and abruptly pulling closer to her face, giving her a lewd tongue kiss which she received openly.

"Devon, we shouldn't do this in front of Ilyana," the madame whispered after pulling away, a bit of saliva still connecting her lips with Devon's lips. "And we're in the middle of a battle~"

"I think Countess Ilyana is still asleep, and the howlers are completely occupied with the other soldiers," Devon replied.

The madame reached over to Devon's ear and pulled on it, hard. "Students need to behave and pay attention during my private lessons, alright?" She leaned towards him as if to blow him a kiss, but instead just gently blew into Devon's ear, which was a stimulating experience and unexpectedly flirtatious on the battlefield.

"Now pay attention closely, my naughty boy~" Madame Elisa said while raising her gnarled wooden staff. A ball of mana coagulated in front of her, causing the hairs on Devon's body to stand up on edge. "You want to gently collect mana into an orb, then convert that mana into the element of your choice… like this, ohoho~"

Madame Elisa's mana looked like a physical distortion of the air, much like how the space right above a roaring fire would look distorted and warped as the flames danced, the heat interfering with the visual transmission of light wave data to a person's eyes due to the way the mix of heated air and cooled air distorted the way light refracted.

In a sense, mana worked in a similar fashion, distorting the world around it in the space that it inhabited. Mana was a transformative reactive agent in a sense, and that was why it had the power to alter physical phenomena in an abrupt way.

"Now, watch~"

In a flash, the blurry air in front of Madame Elisa's staff erupted into flames, creating a basketball sized fiery orb. With a swish of her staff, Madame Elisa shot the orb of fire forwards, launching it like a cannonball fired from a privateer's ship. "Fire~ball~! Ohohohoho~"

The fireball shot through the air and slammed into an Algorian rebel's chestplate, incinerating his chest armor and causing him to scream out in pain. He dropped to the ground instantly, his chest charred and breath ragged.

"The royal army gave me a call today because they know that battle magic is highly effective against armored soldiers, ohoho~" Madame Elisa chuckled, a dangerous spark lighting up in her eyes.

"Aye, that's fitting for the Black Witch of Malon, alright," a grumbling voice said from the side. It was the commander in charge of Petunia's earl's army. "Long time no see, Madame Elisa."

"Oh, hello~ How is the young Lady Ann doing these days?" Madame Elisa replied, striking up casual conversation as if there wasn't a battle raging on in the background.