nucmednet 010. Don't get my carpet dirty.
010. Don't get my carpet dirty.
The news of Simien's public slaying of the witch spread throughout the city within a day.
Everyone applauded and cheered. Teahouses, taverns, brothels, and bathhouses were all buzzing with rumors about the purple-haired witch, describing her as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
By the time Xinlai got back into the carriage, it was already late.
Yesterday's attack stirred up the entire upper echelons of the royal city.
As the person involved, he had to shuttle back and forth between the church and the royal cabinet, recounting the events over and over again, and submitting every detail he could remember.
However, due to his busy schedule, his father, King Bemmirth, did not summon him, but only heard that he was extremely angry.
Sin Lai was furious not only because she was attacked and injured, but also because the attacker was a fallen spirit.
This thing never appeared in the original Asgard Elegy.
Scholars have studied this kind of monster and speculated that it was formed after the power of a certain god was absorbed by a person.
As for which god it was, and how it was done, no one knows.
All that is known is that they belong to a non-governmental organization called "Angel Cult" and have skulls tattooed on their arms with daggers piercing through them.
They're not a cult, but they don't proselytize. They're not a rebellious organization, but they don't rebel.
They were secretly collecting witch hearts, which are the hearts of girls who are about to awaken as witches.
This is also why the fallen spirit attacked Eve.
As for what the Witch's Heart is used for...
Xinlai rubbed her temples.
When the carriage came to a stop, he slowly landed while holding onto the side of the carriage.
His castle was located in a secluded spot at the easternmost corner of the royal city, and the area within a radius of ten miles was under his jurisdiction. However, due to his meager finances, he had few servants, unlike his elder brother Galund, who had two rows of scantily clad maids to welcome him home.
He parked his car in front of the door, and no one rushed to serve him, so he was happy to have some peace and quiet.
This also saves him the trouble of having various forces and his two older brothers plant spies around him.
He sent away the old gatekeeper (who earned five copper coins a day, and Sinlai even considered lowering the price further) and a group of servants who maintained the castle, cleaned it, and tended the gardens, ensuring that he was the only one left in the entire castle.
Then he took out a yellowed parchment scroll from his pocket, which was engraved with the Five Rings of Isolation Magic.
This was something he requested from the cabinet under the pretext of "rest and recuperation." It could block all communications and hide all magical fluctuations, making it the top-tier equipment for holding secret meetings.
He infused it with a touch of magic.
The scroll trembled slightly, and the dim runes lit up one by one, emitting a faint purple light.
A pale yellow light curtain silently spread out, like an inverted bowl, enveloping the entire castle.
Xinlai stepped inside and realized that the inside and outside were two completely different worlds.
"Is this the fifth-circle magic...?"
He sighed softly, straightened his robes, tried to hide the weariness on his face, and walked into the castle.
As soon as you enter, five large wooden crates with iron edges are neatly stacked to the side, with a faint golden light emanating from their gaps.
"I didn't expect Simien to be so trustworthy..."
A box of gold wasn't too heavy for Sinlai, who had already reached the extraordinary level. In addition, she could use solidified magic to cover the box to reduce its weight, so Sinlai quickly hid the gold in the basement.
After dealing with the "stolen money," Xinlai finally arrived at the bedroom door. Sensing the faint spiritual connection with Eve, Xinlai knew that Eve was inside.
Before pushing open the door, Xinlai took a deep breath.
squeak-
The heavy wooden door slowly spun open.
The room remained exactly as it was when he left, and there was no one in sight.
Xinlai stepped in with her left foot.
Suddenly, without warning, a cold light pierced out from behind the door, aiming straight for his throat.
With a crisp clang, the dull thud of the metal object being clamped exploded in the silence.
Xin Lai raised his right hand, his two fingers firmly gripping the dagger. His gaze passed over the blade and landed on those purple eyes, filled with tears and burning with hatred.
Eve trembled all over, gripping the dagger tightly with both hands, desperately trying to move forward, but she couldn't budge an inch.
Xinlai didn't speak, but calmly looked at her and gently pushed the dagger away.
But Eve persisted, raising her dagger high once more and stabbing at Xinlai with all her might.
Xinlai sighed, reached out with her left hand, grabbed her slender wrist, and twisted it.
Because of the soul contract, Xinlai sensed Eve's killing intent immediately, but did not stop her.
After all, if the dagger were to actually stab Xinlai, but Eve discovered that she couldn't harm her, Eve might really lose all hope of survival.
Only by giving Eve the illusion that "she still has a chance to resist" can Sinley better control her.
"ah…"
Eve cried out, and the dagger slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud onto the thick carpet.
Xinlai then grabbed her other hand, clasped both wrists together, lifted them up, and took two steps forward.
With a thud, Eve's back slammed against the cold wall.
She stubbornly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she met his gaze. Her chest heaved violently, and her long-confined breasts seemed about to break free from the constraints of her clothes.
"Are you tired of living?"
Eve turned her head away, like a chaste and virtuous woman who could not bear the humiliation, biting her pale lips, and squeezing out three words between her teeth with a sob and despair.
"Gulp...kill me..."
Xinlai was taken aback.
He then realized that he had held her hands too high.
Those two slender, jade-white feet were raised high on their toes, which were tightly curled and trembling, struggling to support the weight of their entire body.
He subtly lowered his left hand, letting her heels fall back onto the soft carpet.
"You're that eager to die?"
Eve remained silent.
She tilted her head, pressed her lips together tightly, which were chapped from lack of water, and two tear tracks silently slid down her pale cheeks, flowing into the deep creases of her face.
Xinlai remained silent for a moment.
When you're emotionally unstable, nothing you say will make a difference.
It's the same with couples arguing; when emotions are running high, trying to reason with them is just asking for trouble...
He sighed and released his grip. He turned and bent down to pick up the dagger from the ground, walked back to her, took her hand, placed the dagger in her palm, and then gently closed her fingers one by one to make her hold it tightly.
"If you want to die, then walk out of the castle and die somewhere far away."
With the soul contract in place, Eve has no way to commit suicide, so Sinlai isn't worried at all about what Eve might do.
He casually took off his cloak and outer robe, draped them over a hanger, and then, with a sigh of relief, leaned back and sprawled onto the soft bed.
"Don't get your blood on my carpet, it's a hassle to wash, and..."
"Carpets are expensive."
Eve: <(。_。)>?
Eve stood frozen in place, the dagger clutched in her hand, her heart filled with grievances and hatred, suddenly unsure where to vent them.
The man who had threatened to kill her that morning closed his eyes without a second thought, his breathing growing heavier.
She... just fell asleep like that?
Eve felt she wasn't being treated with the respect she deserved...
She gritted her teeth, angrily approached Xinlai, climbed onto the bed, and sat on Xinlai's body.
Her hands gripped the dagger tightly, holding it high in front of Xinlai's chest, as if she would stab him at any moment.
But as she watched Xinlai's chest gradually flatten, a flood of memories once again swept over Eve's mind like a tidal wave.
When Eve woke up, she saw Sinlai sitting in front of the cage.
The threats and intimidation from Xinlai were still fresh in Eve's mind, making her unwilling to speak.
Who would have thought that in that brief moment of distraction, a dark figure would silently appear at the end of the corridor.
The shadowy figure filled Eve with fear, an instinctive tremor when facing a natural enemy.
The shadowy figure was extremely powerful.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers fell like leeks. Some were cut in half at the waist, their intestines spilling out of their armor; others had their heads crushed, splattering yellow and white matter all over the ground.
Eve felt dizzy and a strong feeling of nausea rose in her throat.
She covered her mouth tightly, kicked her legs back desperately, and hid herself in the deepest dark corner.
Then she saw Sin Lai.
Xinlai drew her sword and charged forward.
Fireball, spinning slash, thrust, light spell, chop—a series of skills flowed smoothly and were seamlessly connected.
There was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, and his jet-black hair flew in the wind from the sword.
But he still lost.
The punch flew straight out, piercing the air with a piercing crack, and knocked him down.
He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, like a broken-winged eagle.
Then a figure dressed in a black mage's robe appeared out of nowhere, and with a flick of his finger, the monster that Eve instinctively feared turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Xinlai lay in the arms of a beautiful older woman, her fate unknown.
Those people came quickly and left quickly. By the time Eve came to her senses, she was the only one left in the entire dungeon, along with a pool of blood that hadn't yet dried.
The stench made her dizzy.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared outside the cage again.
"Lorenz...?"
Surprise, unexpectedness, and countless other emotions welled up in my heart at the same time.
As if grasping at the last straw, she struggled to the edge of the cage and clung tightly to the cold iron bars.
Lorenz quickly pulled out a hammer he had just received from the sea god, gripped it firmly with both hands, and smashed it down on the iron lock.
"Don't worry, I will definitely get you out of here!"
These words, uttered by Lorenz, left Eve frozen in place.
She recalled incredulously what Sinley had said.
The initial surprise and joy instantly turned into despair, as if falling into an ice cave.
"Quick, run!" Eve retreated as if electrocuted, unwilling to implicate Lorenz.
Lorenz is a good person; we shouldn't let her get us imprisoned.
"What...what's wrong with you?" Lorenz paused in his movements, looking at Eve with some confusion.