The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 75: A Beautiful Goddess

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State – Healed, but still on death’s door (2 minutes)

Mind – Unconscious

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[Its condition is now stable. It won’t be long before it regains consciousness, but it still losing life energy. I think now is the best time to execute the next step.] Useless reported.

Eren turned to Raven, who had been standing a few steps away. Her body stiffened when their eyes met.

"Remember what we talked about?" Eren asked calmly.

Raven nodded nervously, recalling the plan they had discussed the night before. Her task was simple—tame a level 5 monster when it was at its weakest, preferably on the brink of death. Eren would weaken it further with potions to suppress its mental resistance.

As he prepared, Eren took out a pair of white rubber gloves from his system inventory and began putting them on with a slow, deliberate motion.

–Slap!

The sound of the rubber glove snapping against his palm echoed in the air. This made Raven’s body flinched. The memory of her torture and humiliation by Eren resurfaced like a nightmare.

Seeing her hesitation, Eren frowned.

"What are you doing? Move it, MILK."

His cold words snapped her back into action. Raven took a deep breath, then approached the Thunderclaw, stretching her hands toward the beast as she activated her Taming Skill.

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Inside the Thundercalw’s mind, the monster was having a flashback.

Yes—another one Flashback.

The Thundercalw had originally been a low-level monster born in the Dry Forest. Back then, it was simply called a Lightning Claw. These creatures were the weakest species among the lion-type beast monsters.

From the moment it was born, its life in the forest had been surrounded by danger and death. It was a brutal environment where only the strongest survived. The Lightning Claw, being the runt of the litter, was constantly under threat—not just from predators, but even from its own kind. Its kin didn’t hesitate to attack or try to kill it.

So what did the Lightning Claw do? It ran.

Like a Scary Cat

It escaped from the deepest part of the forest and began preying on the weakest monsters it could find. It survived by consuming their magic gems, gradually growing stronger. Until one day, after countless battles and devoured prey, it evolved into a Thundercalw.

But even then, the evolution was incomplete. The monster couldn’t use lightning-based attacks like a true Thundercalw. It could only use lightning magic to enhance its physical body.

So, what did the monster do?

The only thing any self-respecting monster would do—

It went hunting again. To hunter more stronger prey. Deeper into the forest. Again and agai—

’Skip.’

...Unfortunately, before the narrator could continue rambling, Eren’s voice cut in, uninterested in hearing the tragic life story of a forest cat.

As it turned out, Eren had ordered Useless to use System Points to dig into the Thundercalw’s past.

His reason?

He wasn’t after drama or empathy.

Eren was searching for something—anything—in the monster’s memories that he could exploit.

A weakness. A detail.

Something he could use to manipulate its mind.

’Found it,’

Eren’s cold voice echoed in the darkness.

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Back in the present—

Raven was drenched in sweat as she struggled to tame the Thundercalw, which now lay unconscious—or maybe just half-unconscious.

"I’m losing the connection," she muttered through clenched teeth, her hands pressed firmly against the monster’s head, glowing brightly with magic. Her blue eyes blazed with intensity as she tried to maintain the bond.

Beside her, Eren stood calmly. He wore pristine white rubber gloves and held a giant injection needle in one hand. In the other, a small bottle filled with an ominous purple liquid.

With practiced precision, he used the syringe to draw the liquid and injected it into the monster’s back. The process was slow and careful, almost medical—except for the part where he casually tossed the empty bottle behind him.

It landed among a small pile of discarded bottles—clearly, this wasn’t his first dose.

’Useless?’

[It’s working, Master.]

Eren checked the floating green hologram panel displaying the monster’s current state.

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Target: Thundercalw

Condition:

State – Very weak, injured, still on death’s door (50 seconds remaining)

Mind – Half-conscious, hallucinating, drunk, dreaming

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Seeing it was on the verge of dying again, Eren retrieved another elixir from his storage ring and gently poured a bit of the potion onto the monster’s body.

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State – Death’s door (200 seconds remaining)

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"The connection’s back!" Raven gasped, panting heavily. She didn’t stop, her focus locked onto the monster as she poured her mana into maintaining the taming link.

She quickly pulled out a mana recovery potion from her pouch, downed it in one gulp, and kept going.

Taming a beast stronger than her was no easy task. But thanks to Eren’s method—weakening the Thundercalw’s mental resistance using debuff potions and, well... "certain substances"—her efforts were finally bearing fruit.

Even so, it had taken her over an hour to establish the link... and she was only 50% of the way there.

Kristoff, who had been silently observing with the other knights, finally stepped forward and addressed Eren with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Young Master, may I ask... what kind of drug is that?" he asked, pointing at the purple potion Eren was holding.

He wasn’t the only one wondering. Several knights behind him were also watching with wide eyes. None of them had expected this method of monster taming. Especially not from their ever-calm stoic young master and the former mercenary Raven.

Eren slowly turned to look at Kristoff with his usual half-lidded, lazy gaze. After a long pause, he finally replied in his typical deadpan tone:

"It’s an Aphrodisiac."

"?!!!"

"Wha-!"

"PFFFFFT!"

The knights behind Kristoff exploded into chaos.

Some blushed furiously.

Others spat out the water they had just sipped. freēwēbnovel.com

A few clutched their mouths in discomfort.

And the female knights looked especially disturbed.

But Kristoff... just tilted his head, his expression as innocent as a child’s.

"Oh... what’s that?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with pure curiosity.

Eren blinked at him. Then replied,

"...Do you really want to know?"

"Ye—mmph!!"

Before Kristoff could nod, his fellow knights tackled him from behind, clamping a hand over his mouth and dragging him away like a hostage.

In contrast to the comedic chaos unfolding in front of him, Eren’s expression didn’t change in the slightest.

[Master. The target is showing signs of waking up.]

Eren’s gaze flicked back toward the monster. The Thundercalw’s eyes were starting to flutter open.

Raven, still holding her glowing hands against its forehead, flinched in panic. But before she could react, Eren’s sharp voice stopped her.

"Don’t move."

His cold, indifferent tone left no room for hesitation. He approached slowly, his presence firm and commanding.

"Keep focusing on taming it. Do not let go. Understand?"

Raven looked up at him and nodded, swallowing hard.

Eren then stepped forward to the monster’s head and placed his hand gently on it.

His red eyes slowly turned purple and began to glow.

...

As the Thundercalw slowly regained consciousness, its eyes flickered weakly before opening. The first thing it saw was pure darkness—deep and endless. There was no light, no sound. Only coldness, wrapping around it like a blanket of ice.

The monster felt fear, cold, and loneliness.

Then, in the midst of that dark void, it noticed something—a tiny, distant star sparkling far away. The little light began to drift closer, growing brighter with each passing moment. Warmth followed the light, pushing away the cold and giving off a comforting, almost nostalgic sensation.

And then... it appeared.

A figure slowly emerged, cloaked in a soft aura of glowing warmth. The Thundercalw’s pupils widened in disbelief as it stared at the being.

It was a female figure, dressed in flowing, divine-like white garments, with long, silky black hair cascading down her shoulders. But what truly stunned the Thundercalw... was her face.

It was the face of a lioness.

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Yes—a lion. A majestic, elegant, divine lioness.

Or perhaps more accurately, the way the Thundercalw imagined a goddess of lions would look. The radiant aura surrounding her was gentle and full of love, like the warm sun after a long storm. The Thundercalw felt something it hadn’t felt in a long time—peace.

Her face reminded the monster more about it’s mother who gave birth to it. The lion goddess extended a graceful, human-like hand and gently touched the Thundercalw’s forehead. Her smile was kind, serene... motherly.

The Thundercalw’s eyes trembled. An emotion it couldn’t quite name welled up in its chest. Was this... what it felt like to meet one’s mother?

Its vision began to blur again as drowsiness overtook it. But just before its eyes closed, the lioness goddess’s form gently shifted—morphing into a beautiful human woman with soft black hair and glowing blue eyes. She wore the same smile, warm and kind, like she had all the time in the world.

Then everything faded to black, and the Thundercalw slipped into sleep.

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Meanwhile, back in reality...

Raven was drenched in sweat, her face pale and drained as she struggled through the final stage of the taming process. She looked absolutely exhausted—completely unlike the divine image the Thundercalw had just imagined a few seconds ago.

Next to the beast, Eren calmly injected the final dose of a mysterious drug into its body before checking the monster’s condition with practiced ease.

"How’s it going?" came a voice from behind.

It was Leon, watching the entire process with curiosity. He tilted his head slightly, arms crossed, as he looked at Raven’s trembling figure.

"It’s going fine now..." Raven replied between heavy breaths. "I don’t feel any more resistance."

She gulped down another mana recovery potion in one go, wincing slightly. Because the Thundercalw was above her level, her Taming Skill burned through mana like crazy. She had already chugged several bottles, and it still wasn’t enough.

Raven’s eyes shifted toward Eren, who was standing nearby with a casual air, flipping through his usual black book. He didn’t seem in a hurry to help, only moving when she called him to inject more debuff potions into the monster.

’Why am I the only one doing all the hard work here...?’ she grumbled internally, her expression twitching with annoyance.