First there were bursts of chewing sounds, as if they were close to his ears, then there were scoldings, roars, and finally faint moans, which made Klein, who had just forced himself to calm down, seem to be back in a beautiful dream.
Isn't this the private residence of Admiral Amyrius? Why does it sound more confusing than Red Theater...
Klein, who was constantly beating in his heart, even wanted to close the door, return to the warm bed, and continue sleeping until dawn without knowing what to do. Maybe tomorrow morning, this mansion would return to its former tranquility, with servants looking after him with fawning faces. While he was getting up and having a meal, the tender-hearted Cynthia continued to hint to him in various subtle ways. The serious and respectful secretary Lü'er An was beside him and recited the day's itinerary in a low voice, just like the previous two days.
But Klein, who has rich experience in committing suicide, knows that the trouble has already found him, and running away cannot solve the problem.
What's more, this is the general's residence. When encountering such an anomaly, haven't my guards assembled yet? Where is the secretary who works hard all day? What about the servants who can barely fit in the living room?
He mustered up the courage to hold "Ninth Law" in his pocket with one hand, letting General Demigod's sense of majesty and confidence infect him. Klein pushed open the door with the other hand and stepped into the corridor.
In front of him, a chef sat in the corner, holding a huge plate filled with a variety of raw and cooked food, including tender Dilis Steak, Pritz Harbor fried fish, and a Olavie Lobster with a dark carapace that was still waving its giant claws.
The chef, who had maintained a normal figure, now had a bulging belly, as if he had been pregnant for several months. There were traces of sauce hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were wide. He grabbed the big lobster and bit it in one bite, ignoring the hard shell. In the clack sound, tiny objects that were either teeth or lobster shells flew up, and he chewed and swallowed the tight Flesh Chunk.
The stomach that already seemed to be exploding swelled a little more during the swallowing action.
"General, you keep us in shape. Even the chef can't have a full meal, but I really want to eat a few more bites..."
With a satisfied expression, the chef murmured and grabbed another steak full of sauce.
"Stop!"
Klein tried to dissuade him from committing suicide, and his words had a bit of "Ninth Law" that belonged to Demigod.
The chef froze while chewing the steak, but it was only for a moment. Then, he slowly started to move and continued to swallow the Flesh Chunk in his mouth.
No longer trying, Klein stepped towards the alert direction of Spirituality, which was the master bedroom of the mansion and where Emilius should rest under normal circumstances.
Worried about Cynthia's night attack, he deliberately chose a distant second bedroom and locked the door. Unexpectedly...
When passing by the entrance to the corridor on the second floor of the living room, two maids were entangled with each other. The one above grabbed the other's neck with both hands and kept banging her head against the ground while cursing angrily:
"Looking down on me, huh?"
"Bully me together, huh?"
The maid below's head banged against the carpet, her eyes were closed, and she didn't react at all. She seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.
Klein stepped forward, tore the angry-faced maid away from the victim, threw her away, hit a precious painting, and then fell to the ground softly, unconscious.
But even so, she still Distortion her limbs, groped her way up, and continued to reach out to grab the other maid.
With the help of this short "truce time", Klein finally discovered that the "victim" was not unconscious, but snoring slightly and could not wake up.
The appetite, anger, and sleepiness accumulated in daily life... Klein looked at them coldly for a few seconds, walked around them, and continued walking forward.
Any attempt that does not address the real cause of their "desire" is just a waste of time.
In fact, Klein knows that the best way to deal with such a strange thing is to leave decisively and go to the military base at the foot of the mountain or Church of Storms in the port city to seek help.
But they will definitely report to Demigod Emilius, who is the strongest on Oravi Island at this time.
And these days, Emilius is me... He thought helplessly, and without stopping, he soon arrived at the door of the master bedroom. The faint moan that made his blood rush at first was now extremely clear, the sound of the rubbing of limbs intertwined, and the mysterious and familiar smell came out of the crack in the door and entered Klein's ears and nostrils.
Let me see who is partying in the admiral's bedroom... Taking a deep breath, Klein suddenly opened the door.
The first thing that caught his eye was secretary Lü'er An, who was leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms folded. The blond young man held his head high and looked down at the interior of the room. His aloofness was concentrated on his expression, looking down on all living beings.
Hearing the Door Opening sound, he glanced sideways, as if looking at a bed bug.
Is this... the arrogance that is usually hidden? I can't tell that Lü'er An is not so respectful to the general on the surface...
Giving up on communicating with the secretary who seemed normal but was actually trapped in "Madness", Klein turned his attention to the direction Lü'er An was observing.
In the spacious master bedroom, which occupies almost a quarter of the entire second floor of the mansion, figures are scattered on the carpet. Some of them are general guards who should be standing guard outside, and some are maids who have only been seen in the evening. They are either naked or wearing single clothes, forming various combinations of at least two people, with no ceiling, and fit together in various postures that Klein has never thought of.
The remaining few men and women who did not participate gathered in the center of the bedroom and knelt down, but they were not idle. The brown branches were as soft as tentacles, caressing the bodies of these people, bringing them more happiness than others.
The gasps heard outside the door came from these people immersed in "extreme desire".
The source of the "branches" is a huge body Distortion with a height of more than three meters. It is lying half on the big bed in the middle of the room. Brown tumors are growing on the fair skin. Most of them have broken. In addition to growing "branches" that stretch out, some have turned into huge buds that look like certain parts of the human body. Transparent juice flows from them and drips on the white sheets.
grass! What the hell is this!
Klein felt like his head exploded with a bang. His body tensed and his left hand drooped, "Creeping Hunger" ready to go. His right hand reached into his pocket and squeezed "Ninth Law" Charm, as if he had returned to the Tingen City street square, and as if he had once again entered the ruins in the suburbs of Backlund.
Sensing this unabashed hostility, a head turned towards this side at the top of Distortion's body. The head, which looked extremely petite compared to the body, had long golden hair, blue eyes, and delicate skin. The expression Gentle Beauty is actually the mistress who is hidden in the golden house of Emilius. She has tried to climb onto Klein's bed several times in the past two days, Cynthia!
Her face was as red as drunkenness, her lips parted lightly, and she murmured:
"General, I want to have a child with you..."
No, you don't!
At this moment, the glove on Klein's left hand instantly turned into a deep black color, and at the same time exuded an evil touch, switching into the "Eloquent Speaker" soul he had just Grazing, and possessing the ability of "Baron of Corruption".
This power of "Distortion" acted on Cynthia's statement, turning her intention of "wanting to have a child with the general" into "just thinking" instead of putting it into action.
At the same time, he stretched out his right hand from his pocket, holding the "Ninth Law" Charm made of Emilius's blood. With an aura as if Demigod was personally present, Klein commanded:
"Cynthia, stop what you do!"
According to the information he obtained about the admiral, Emilius, who looks serious but is actually gentle and affectionate, would occasionally give his mistress an order. No matter how mischievous the other party was, she would stop obediently.
Baron of Corruption's Distortion, Demigod's breath, familiar commands, and various effects were superimposed, making the mutated Cynthia also appear dazed for a moment. The movements of those buds and branches stopped, and for a moment only the low moans of the naked men and women were left in the room.
But the next second, an evil smile broke out on the mistress's face, her cheeks were blushing shyly and excitedly, almost all over her body, and all her buds opened and faced this way.
"General!"
She let out a shout, and the branches like tentacles abandoned everyone else and rolled towards Klein.
Oops, her "target" is Emilius, and I just reacted the most like Emilius... Klein's hair stood on end, and he pounced away, and the "tentacles" were rooted one by one in the position where he originally stood.
Cope with exactly Error.
When I find something wrong, I should leave quickly and report it to the church or contact the military. Even if I go to Gray Fog to do a divination, I can get more information. But I feel that I can easily solve the anomaly and continue to play the role of admiral until the mission is completed... Isn't this a kind of "arrogance"?
It turns out that it was not only them, but also me who were aroused by negative "desires"...
Before the person landed in the air, Klein began to review the current situation in his mind.
"Bang——"
There was a loud noise, and new branches emerged from the floor and ceiling. They were like the ones growing on Cynthia's body. They were brown in appearance, leaking mucus, and had flowers like human organs blooming at the top.
These branches continued to chase Klein's figure, hugging or curling them with fierce force.
Without hesitation, Klein, who landed on the ground, raised "Ninth Law" Charm in his right hand and recited the activation spell.
"Law!"
Charm absorbed Spirituality, its appearance became cold, and a golden light that seemed to be real emerged from Klein's fingers.
His next words will become an unbreakable law in this building!
But what restrictions should be made?
Under the cold touch, Klein's thoughts became calm and efficient. The branches stretching in front of him, the excited Cynthia, and the entangled crowd seemed to be still.
Forbidden any desire? No, this is too broad. The broader "Prohibition", the worse the effect; what about prohibiting the desire to reproduce? After all, the only purpose of Cynthia is this, and nothing else is urgent...
While thinking, Klein's eyes swept across the dimmed moonlight outside the window, toward Cynthia, who was originally an ordinary person but now possessed endless extraordinary power like "Megose", and toward the guards and maids whose desires were detonated by "external forces".
An outside force?
"Forbidden Here interacts with the outside world!"
As Ancient Hermes's command was issued, the power of Demigod sealed inside "Ninth Law" was activated, and waves formed by countless symbols and logos spread out, covering the entire building, blocking out some evil power.
At the same time, Klein seemed to see the bright starry sky, and saw a star that glowed Red Light.
His eyes instantly exploded under the erosion of this burst of light. The crystals in his eyeballs were mixed with blood and slowly flowed down, making him Affliction close his eyes.
This is just a slight backlash from Klein's isolation of this power. If it weren't for Charm left behind by General Demigod, this little bit of escaped power alone would be enough to turn him into a monster like Cynthia!
Fortunately, external forces have been isolated, Cynthia should...
Swish——
Two branches suddenly stretched out and wrapped around Klein's ankles respectively, pulling him down off guard and dragging him forward. Other branches on the ground also came over, tightly binding his arms and squeezing his neck. Under Klein's "perception" without the help of vision, Cynthia seemed to still maintain some of his power, and still pulled him towards him with a charming smile.
"General, general..."
she murmured.
Klein endured the pain and tried to escape, but when his arms were tied, it was difficult for all kinds of Mystical Item, even Flaming Jump. He had an idea, and after a moment of blur, his face returned to the thin, angular appearance of Gehrman Sparrow.
"I'm not... not your general."
With his lungs pressed by tentacle-like branches, Klein could barely speak these words.
Cynthia stopped in surprise, looked at the unfamiliar face of Klein, and showed an excited smile after a moment.
"General, I didn't expect you to be able to do this..."
Damn it, you are blinder than me!
Klein cursed angrily in his heart, but all the breath in his chest had been squeezed out, and even this roar could not be uttered.
When she pulls me to her side, maybe she can loosen her restraints a little. That's my Flaming Jump's only chance... Klein, whose eyes were still in unbearable pain, gave up struggling to maintain his strength and "watched" Cynthia pull him to the bedside little by little.
"Bang——"
The floor-to-ceiling window on the outside of the master bedroom instantly shattered. As the "isolation" shrouded the whole house, an elegant figure appeared at the window. She held a small metal bottle in her hand, and the inside was exuding the power that God showed when walking on the ground.
The sharp Wind Blade swept across and cut off the branches that bound Klein. As the dark red liquid flowed out from the break, Klein also regained his ability to move. He touched his bleeding eyes with his right hand and pulled towards his shoulder. While the left shoulder was bloody, two intact eyeballs reappeared in the eye sockets.
Cynthia looked coldly at the uninvited guest who had disturbed her "good thing". The latter slowly walked forward from the window, the dim moonlight beside him shining on his face. It was Angel who had rushed from the port city.
"Who allowed you to touch him?"
I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore