episode_0016

It was a startling movement.

Pure physical abilities that even an intermediate aura user, deeply immersed in a state of sufficient tension, couldn’t react to. And the sense to deceive the presence from a thief without saying anything.

In the shadow behind the woman, a vibe as if wanting to kill someone and screaming in frustration was slowly creeping up.

“I will ask about your identity.”

“….”

He, who clearly surpassed the limits, an assassin, was completely subdued without even resisting.

Why couldn’t I figure out the true identity of the maid who lives with this insane monster inside her?

The answer was visible on the fallen left side of him.

A small magic tool.

It was this small magic tool that had concealed the magic power.

Gazing at the beautiful woman, he clenches his teeth.

“It seems you have no intention of answering. Well, I can roughly guess. You planned to send the vanguard and attack from within as the rearguard, that’s your style as I learned from my master.”

Assassins who have surpassed the limits generally do not cling to honor. And Yuria, feeling the magic emanating from the spirit, soon noticed that this man was stronger than most.

“…Well, just a moment.”

However, unexpectedly, the intruder made a gesture as if begging for his life.

No, was it fear?

He stares at the retreating figure with a puzzled look.

“Red eyes. Hair… even the click of the heels… You, you witch!!!!! Could it be that you were raising such a monster in Britannia-”

The wolf-shaped shadow tore into his throat. He would never be able to speak again.

The banquet was becoming more cheerful.

With a suitable amount of alcohol and a pleasant fragrance, there were lively conversations among the well-dressed noble men and women.

After a brief conversation with Rachel, Dylan, the protagonist, came looking for me.

“Who is this? Ian, it’s been a while since I’ve seen your face.”

Impeccable stature with black-gold hair. There was nothing to criticize about him, and he sported a few medals on his shoulders, wearing a superficial smile. It seems he approached me with the intention of impressing or perhaps intimidating me. The protagonist in the original also had this kind of personality. In the latter part, when the heroines are NTR’d, he becomes somewhat corrupted.

“My illness has been somewhat better lately, so I’ve decided to attend events like this occasionally. But it’s been a while since you’ve attended such a gathering, hasn’t it, Dylan?”

“I can’t afford to miss this event. You know, don’t you? The connections and friendships one can build here, and the favorable impression one can leave on the influential people present, how much of a merit that can be.”

“Is that so?”

Anyway, all the high-class folks here today are going to die, aren’t they?

As I tried to hide that expression and avert my gaze, Dylan grabbed my shoulder.

“But Ian, where is your new exclusive maid? I heard she’s famous even among the servants as a prodigy princess, so I wanted to see her once.”

“Why do you care about my Yuriya? You know those are all exaggerated rumors.”

“Really? Both the viscount who visited the mansion recently, Skain, and the Count Ventis, they were interested in your maid, Yuriya.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I heard. They told me too. What do you know about that maid? That she was a former slave… or that she comes from a noble background. I ignored it all.”

“Then you spread the rumors. Not to approach Yuriya. As she gets close to my disease, it’s dangerous.”

Dylan, holding a wine glass, smirked and looked down at me with narrowed eyes.

“Huh, if you keep doing that, you’ll end up being eaten alive by your already not-so-good reputation.”

“It doesn’t matter. There’s nothing worse, and ruining the life of an innocent girl is worse than that.”

“…You sound strange. Lately, you seem to have become quite strange. Is a mere maid like Yuriya so important to you?”

“Yes. I think so. There aren’t many who face my incurable disease without fear.”

It’s also annoying to chase away the flies around Yuriya. It wouldn’t be bad to tidy up within my boundaries.

Later events can be dealt with appropriately.

Suddenly, a surge of heat is felt from the upward gaze.

[ ????? Feels danger to your life!!! ]

[ ????? Increases favorability to offset it. ]

[ ????? The final boss (Yuria) feels favorably towards you!!!! ]

[ ????? The final boss (Yuria) feels tremendous favorability towards you!!!! ]

[ ????? Yuria’s favorability rises to the point where it will soon turn into affection!!!!! ]

[ A tremendous achievement. Title: Acquires the Flirting Max Level Title. ]

For a moment, the view freezes.

As the holographic window disappears, Yuria is seen holding onto a pillar near the third floor, secretly watching herself.

Despite the considerable distance, Yuria’s hearing was sharp enough to hear clearly.

She could even read lips, so there was no way she didn’t hear everything just now.

Wait a moment, stay there.

She said through her lip movements, and Yuria’s figure disappeared behind the pillar.

…It felt like I had said something irresponsible. I decided to put it off for later.

Dylan, who had been keeping his mouth shut, spoke first.

“Kukuku, seeing you suddenly getting attacked by Cain made me change my mind. Originally, since you were wandering alone, which seemed odd, I immediately attached at least one companion to accompany you. It doesn’t seem right for a noble like Brit to wander around alone, does it?”

Dylan casually made a somewhat dismissive remark toward me.

Of course, I didn’t mind at all. Whether it was pride or something else, all I was thinking about was protecting Yuria and Rachel.

I heard that Yuria is so famous among the nobles that she’s treated like a princess. There was a rumor that when a young servant proposed to Yuria, Harzen stopped him with his fist. What a funny story. I wonder what Yuria’s expression was when she rejected him.

“But when did you start handling magic? I heard you’re quite skilled in magical rituals.”

“It’s just basic level.”

“Ah, was it really that easy for Cain to overpower at a basic level? I was surprised just watching it.”

“The price for underestimating me was being overpowered. From the start, Cain was too complacent. Besides, I can’t even handle a sword properly due to my illness. At best, I can only block the habits of nobles sent my way.”

Upon hearing this, Dylan looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, “You’ve become humble. What exactly happened while I was away?”

“I’ve just matured a bit. I couldn’t stay a fool forever.”

“Right. Honestly, causing trouble without even using your name was too much.”

“…Was it?”

He continued in a tone of limited patience.

Normally, he didn’t have such a temperament. He had a dirtier, more despicable personality. There was a reason he was speaking like this now.

“To him, I’m neither a competitor nor an enemy yet.”

Due to an incurable disease, I don’t know the exact date, but I have a terminal illness that makes normal life impossible. On top of that, I have no talent with a sword, and even if I did, it’s clear I wouldn’t be as good as Dylan, the protagonist. Apparently, I also made quite a contribution to the recent demon extermination mission.

So, even my raised nose and attitude towards Cain were enough to boost Dylan’s self-esteem.

“But aren’t you being too lax? You almost got assassinated just now.”

Of course, I won’t die. But it’s a contingency. If.

Just as those words were about to continue, as soon as Dylan placed his wine glass on the table, the lights in the banquet hall went out with a click.

“What’s going on?”

As expected, the first to assess the situation was the protagonist, Dylan. It was the same in the original work.

Dylan, who had been spreading his magic power around, furrowed his brow roughly.

“Summon the knights; there’s a soundproof barrier around us. It seems like communication is blocked. Ian, you stick close to Cain. Whatever happens, make sure to… Ian?”

As Dylan calmly controlled the surroundings, his gaze suddenly became vacant at the abrupt disappearance of Ian.

His plan was about to begin from this moment on…

Her hair, now turned a shade of pink, reaches down to her waist. With flawless fair skin, plump lips, a slender waist, and comfortably protruding hips, there was no other way to describe her but as captivating.

“Master, Yuria has returned,” she said, appearing before me in a maid’s outfit stained with fresh blood, which she had changed into new attire.

The reason I left Dylan’s side was simple. It was a matter of survival. Staying by Dylan’s side, who was the first target for an attack, would only result in losses for me. Worried that Yuria might have been injured, I asked, examining her body here and there.

“I heard some noise in the middle. You weren’t hurt anywhere, were you?” She familiarly accepted my touch, and when I lightly touched her chest, she made a sound and murmured information.

“While setting up magical tools in your study, I encountered a suspicious person and subdued them.”

“Is that so? Let me see.”

“Yes, as you instructed, I neutralized them using shadow possession alone.”

At that moment, from the fingertips covered in shadows, a grotesque creature disgorged something repulsively human-like.

It was a horrifying sight. The shattered eyeballs, protruding cheekbones, exposed teeth, and swollen, unrecognizable white flesh. With blood flowing to that extent, it was clear that if left untreated, death would be imminent.

“His name is Bishakin. He’s the leader of the assassination unit.”

“Is that so? Well done, Yuria.”

If he’s Bishakin, then he’s someone who exceeds the norm in terms of power and cunning, enough to appear as a mid-level boss in an episode… As expected, meeting Yuria in her normal condition, I realized that she didn’t even sustain a scratch and narrowly escaped death. Once again, I firmly resolved to treat her better. “Look at how ruthless this is, I’m lucky to have Yuria on my side in advance.”

Yuria silently stared at me like that, then pursed her lips.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t given her the most important reward. I had promised her that once this was over, I would definitely do one thing for her.

Although it’s just the beginning, capturing the leader of the assassination squad is certainly praiseworthy. In reality, Visha Kinaya was quite a troublesome type of assassin.

“Though I can’t stay long… my lord,”

Pretending to embrace me with outstretched arms, Yuria, who seemed familiar with the gesture, nestled into my arms near the kiss mark from this morning’s bloodsucking.

“My lord… I’ve missed your embrace so much. Hoo… as expected, my lord, you are warm and comforting. On the contrary, their scent is repulsive to me. That’s why I didn’t drink any blood. For me, the only blood I can drink is yours. It was so, so cold.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Well done.”

“Can I have just a little bit of blood?”

“No. You took your fill yesterday.”

“….”

“Was that too harsh?”

“…Yes, among vampires, it also means wanting to sever ties with you.”

“Well, nothing I can do about that. Yuria, come here.”

“I don’t know.”

As I removed her hand from my chest and pulled her close by the waist, Yuria, startled, shivered through her body, which I felt against my lower abdomen.

She had nothing but charm. If not for this situation, I would surely have been unable to resist.

“Why are you, why. Are you smiling?”

Ah, honestly, I want to run away.

If I went to my room right now, I could spend some hot time with Yuria.

I subtly pressed against Yuria, snuggling up to her.

Gently placing my hands on her lower abdomen and arms to make myself more comfortable was an attractive impression. Almost too much to welcome her as my wife.

After giving her a few more minutes, Yuria regained her composure and moved away from my embrace.

Looking back, I could only hear the muffled voices of nobles still lingering in the dark banquet hall below.

“Yuria, this must be where they’re all gathered, right?”

“Yes. From the current sense I’m getting, this seems to be it. We found the two who were trying to escape from here, but they weren’t the person you mentioned, so I released them as you ordered. But are you okay with that?”

“Ah, they’re useless anyway. Well, the preparations are done then.

Now, it’s time for the real banquet.

It was time to begin.”