Ch.241241. Midnight Rendezvous (3)

Serath Evatrice could proudly claim that her life had been a continuous series of tumultuous and arduous experiences.

The Furry tribe where she grew up was mostly populated by those who made their living through stealth combat from birth. Intense training and extreme experiences of surviving moments where life and death were determined in an instant.

However, no matter what experiences she had endured.

They would likely pale in comparison to the ‘predicament’ she was currently facing.

“…S-S-Senior…”

Even the extreme training of enduring for days without moving a finger while in hiding, without eating anything, wouldn’t provide a solution to this situation.

She opened her mouth stutteringly, unable to control her spinning eyeballs.

“A-Are we, are we close enough to be doing this sort of thing…?”

It was undoubtedly a sudden situation that warranted such a question.

To think she would be doing ‘this sort of thing’ with her senior who had abruptly visited her private room at this late hour…!

“What’s the big deal.”

However, the other party responded without batting an eye.

“Can’t I do this much for a junior who’s working so hard?”

With those words, Serath let out another drawn-out moan as the ‘pressure’ found its way deeper into her body.

It felt like electricity was tingling throughout her body. A pleasure that made her feel like drool would trickle down her mouth if she relaxed.

“B-But…”

Serath opened her mouth with an expression that suggested she was barely holding onto her senses.

“…Where did you learn these massage techniques?”

Lying face down on the bed, Darwood’s hands pressing firmly on her arms and legs seemed to be felt even more distinctly.

When he first almost embraced her, saying he needed to diagnose where her muscles were tense, she was so startled she thought she was about to be kissed.

“I’ve done all sorts of things in the past.”

A child born and abandoned in a brothel naturally had to learn whatever skills they could to survive.

The ‘treatment’ Darwood was giving her now was a fragment of the experiences from when he was struggling to survive.

The stickiness that bordered on violating almost all bodily sensations would likely be heavily influenced by that.

“…”

Anyway.

While Serath, pinned underneath, continuously let out moans that clearly indicated her whole body was tingling, Darwood began to carefully observe her condition.

The more sticky and stimulating the massage became, the more the violet energy, which had been difficult to find before, gradually enveloped her body.

The energy fluctuated as if not only Serath was affected by this, but the Violet Demon was also equally dazed.

Then, he glared at the window in front of him with narrowed eyes.

< System Message >

[ The presence of the ‘Violet Demon’ is felt! ]

[ The Seal of Fallen Heaven is responding! ]

[ The target’s mood is rapidly improving! ]

‘…As expected.’

A hypothesis derived from the experience of collaring and controlling the White Demon residing within Yuria, who had enjoyed it more than anyone.

Demons share sensations with their hosts, their vessels.

More precisely, sensations received by the demon are not transmitted to the vessel, but sensations transmitted to the vessel are also transmitted to the demon.

It seemed like this feature had been ‘added’ as the Seal of Fallen Heaven strengthened, though it hadn’t been the case before.

“…”

It was strange.

It was clearly an inexplicable ability implanted by the Grey Demon, yet it seemed as if all demons were under his influence.

Beyond measure.

As if their very existence was being ‘defined’ by the human named Darwood.

Just look at the Violet Demon’s demonic energy spreading enough to fill the room. Even for the Violet Demon who loves being in contact with him, isn’t this a bit excessive?

Serath’s gradually loosening tension under his hand movements was probably accelerating this phenomenon.

‘…Well.’

And, perhaps.

This should be enough by now.

Darwood opened his mouth in a subtle voice.

“Serath.”

“Yeees…?”

A completely sticky, melting voice that couldn’t gather its senses returned as an answer. As expected.

“About Victoria. You said she’s your younger sister?”

Normally, this would be a topic that would immediately put someone on edge.

But now, the answer comes willingly. Thanks to both the massage and the demonic energy it induced, her mind is quite hazy.

“Yeees, we were separated long agooo…”

It’s a reflexive answer.

She’s clearly in an abnormal state, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. Almost as if she’s under hypnosis.

And, such a state would probably.

Be clearly recognized by ‘someone’ watching this scene.

“…I think it’s really, really fortunate that we met again.”

And, as soon as those words flowed out in that state.

Someone’s presence flinched near the building.

As if it was a flow they hadn’t expected at all.

It is indeed a very strange thing to say despite having heard threats of being killed.

Darwood continued with an inner smirk.

“But she said she’s going to kill you.”

What he’s trying to create is a ‘crack’.

The relationship between these sisters is like a complicated, tangled knot.

However, the first step to untangling it is to reveal the honest feelings hidden inside.

He doesn’t expect immediate persuasion. It’s enough if it just functions as a tiny ‘trigger’ to create a small ripple in someone’s firmly established hatred.

“I think there must be a reason. Victoria isn’t the kind of child who would do that to me without any reason… She was such a good child…”

The presence outside the building flinches even more strongly.

It sounds like someone is grinding their teeth.

“Regardless of the reason, she’s saying she’ll kill you. Isn’t that a bit too much? You’re blood relatives.”

“…No.”

With a dazed voice. With unfocused eyes.

“I can die for her.”

But with a resolute air that contained no hesitation whatsoever. The answer came immediately.

As if it were nothing.

As if offering her life to the other was a natural thing.

“I just want to get along well with that child-“

And, the next moment.

Someone ‘seeped in’ through the tightly closed window.

It was Victoria, revealing herself as if a shadow dissolved in darkness was rising up.

“Is this some kind of act for me to hear?”

A voice like a beast growling.

Considering she’s from the Furry tribe, it would be quite an accurate impression.

●

The killing intent in Victoria’s gaze is no joke. She looks like she thinks she’s been toyed with.

< System Message >

[ The presence of the ‘Violet Demon’ is felt! ]

[ The Seal of Fallen Heaven is responding! ]

[ The target’s mood is rapidly deteriorating! ]

It’s the same message that appeared to me earlier.

Only this time, the target is Victoria, not Serath, and unlike Serath, her mood is getting extremely bad.

“Well.”

Regardless.

I calmly add my words.

“I just encouraged this one to speak honestly.”

“…I don’t know what you’re thinking by doing this, but stop this pathetic prank. The match is still valid.”

Victoria growled again.

Twin daggers, which appeared magically at some point, spin around once in her grasp.

“I’ll kill you right here. Seeing you spout nonsense, I don’t even want to hear your voice anymore.”

It’s not an assassin’s method.

She knows the other’s capabilities, and in a situation where her chances of defeat are not low, she’s challenging head-on rather than ambushing.

But she looks even more angry. More precisely, she looks greatly ‘disturbed’.

The intended purpose of making Serath do this has been achieved.

This one now knows how much ‘affection’ Serath has for her. It can’t help but influence her future choices.

And above all.

“That’s not going to be so easy.”

Even if she rushes at Serath right now, she won’t really succeed in killing me.

Because.

“Your sister is also a top assassin just like you-“

Suddenly.

My mouth that was about to say that closes shut.

Anxiety slides down my spine. A sense that something has gone wrong overwhelms me.

And the source of that sensation comes from Serath’s condition.

‘…Huh.’

This one.

She still hasn’t come to her senses.

She’s still dazed as if under hypnosis. Her rationality has ‘flown away’ much more than I thought.

[…How good is your massage that she’s in this state?]

‘…’

[Later, there’ll hardly be any woman who can beat you in bed. You could even kill someone just with foreplay-]

‘Is that important right now?!’

It’s obvious, but expecting any proper combat ability in this state is unreasonable.

I look alternately at Victoria, who has drawn her daggers, and Serath with urgent eyes.

This.

If I’m not careful, this could really become a disaster?

Serath, Victoria.

Both are characters who have been pre-notified to play crucial roles in the upcoming main quest. It would be the worst situation if one of them gets seriously injured or dies from a fight breaking out here.

And if something goes wrong with the quest, it means the probability of my life being lost increases exponentially.

So, it’s best if both of them get through this without injuries. No, they must.

But, how do I subdue a Grand Assassin who’s charging with weapons drawn with bare hands? Even in a life-or-death situation, that entails a great deal of risk.

I might be able to fight back and forth, but is there a way to subdue both without injuries-

“…”

-there is.

Come to think of it, there is.

‘Calivan.’

[What.]

‘Wouldn’t it be better for me to become trash than for Serath to die?’

[…]

Calivan was silent for a moment.

He seems to have detected something ominously foreboding in my words.

[Setting aside that you’ve always been that way, I’ll ask anyway. What are you talking about?]

‘…I need to subdue them.’

[So how are you going to do that? They’re both Grand Assassins with demon fragments in their bodies. I don’t think you have the capability to mediate-]

‘I do.’

I continue, squeezing my eyes shut.

‘I have a means.’

[What?]

‘They’re both vessels of the Violet Demon.’

Fortunately.

They both have fragments of the Violet Demon. The ones closest to being ‘pets’.

That means there’s a way to make them listen to me.

[So what does that mean-]

‘I need to train them. Both of them.’

[…]

After a long silence, Calivan finally opened his mouth.

[…So.]

He sounds like he can hardly believe what he’s saying.

[Right here. You’re going to… do that… to both sisters at the same time?]

‘…In summary, yes?’

[…]

‘…’

I heard Calivan taking a deep breath.

[…You bastard.]

‘…’

I have nothing to say either.