"Kyaah! Pervert!"
Scrambling to grab anything that she could reach—the maid threw pillows at Lucivar with the shallow hope that sohow he would be knocked out by it. But that did close to nothing, and the maid was at a loss when she ran out of ammunition.
In a hurry, she grabbed a comb on the desk and pointed it at Lucivar.
"Stay back!" She exclaid, acting as if the comb was a knife.
Lucivar was at a loss for words, "I didn't even move"
"Just stay where you are and tell how did you get inside!" the maid barked once again.
Upon hearing this, Lucivar was utterly bewildered, his brow furrowed and he glanced around as if trying to piece together the question. He then answered—in perplexity, "Uhh... I went in through the main door?"
"Oh... the balls perverts have these days," the maid scoffed, her hands trembling.
Massaging his forehead as the maid still misunderstood the situation or was trying to agitate him deliberately, Lucivar cleared up her confusion, "Stop pointing that damn comb at . I'm with Tobias, we arrived minutes ago, and he said this is my room"
"I can use this comb to slice yo- wait... Tobias? Master Tobias?" Her body froze at the na.
Seeing realization kicking in, Lucivar nodded his head.
Slapping her forehead as she wasn't aware that Tobias was coming today, the maid panicked and her expression paled—wanting to rush outside to see if it was true. But as she headed to the door, Lucivar grabbed her by the arm.
Forced to stop mid-way, the maid glanced towards him and their eyes t.
Now that they were close, Lucivar could get a good look at this maid.
Her features were delicate, frad by an oval-shaped face, with long, well-defined eyebrows that arched gracefully above her large, expressive eyes. Initially, Lucivar thought her hair was white in color but upon closer look, it was white with a tinge of pink.
Additionally, her figures were blessed.
It was supple with its full, rounded breasts and gently curved bottom.
A figure that hinted maturity, she was possibly around thirty years of age, on the older type.
"D- Do you need sothing?" the maid asked stutteringly.
Due to Lucivar's intense and sharp gaze, she felt her entire face was burning.
Upon hearing this—Lucivar recovered from his inspection and said, "You masturbated in my room, threatened with a comb, and called a pervert... now you want to hurry out and leave without saying anything?"
Recalling what had happened, the maid's face reddened like a tomato once again.
She barely has ti for herself and today was her limit.
But to think that she would be caught, by a stranger nonetheless, she cursed herself inside.
"Kyaah!" the maid yelped as she was pressed against the wall.
No way out, she was blocked by Lucivar's arm while her other arm was pinned above her.
"Please don't tell this to Master Tobias..." She whispered ekly.
Lucivar raised an eyebrow when he heard this, smirking inwardly as he gained a weakness.
He then asked softly, "What's your na?"
"Sabrina..." the maid, Sabrina answered, keeping her gaze low.
Despite her composure on the outside—it was a whirlwind on the inside, 'I'm wet and I forgot to wear my underwear again. Ahh... He saw , he saw doing that kind of thing, what am I going to do? More importantly, what is he going to do?'
'Why is he pinning on the wall? D- Did he get excited seeing ?' She thought.
Peeking at Lucivar, she saw that he was looking at her intently.
Under such piercing gaze, Sabrina felt weak on both her knees, and she let out an accidental moan, when her private part, touched Lucivar's leg that was in between her legs. Against her own volition, her hand rested on Lucivar's chest naturally.
She already leaned forward, letting her body lean against Lucivar's.
Being trapped in this situation, she wouldn't be able to retaliate if Lucivar made a move.
But that move never ca as the man turned away, going for the door.
"Clean up the ss in two minutes, I don't want your scent to linger inside my room," Lucivar said as he grabbed the door's handle. "If you're finished co to the training chamber—I will be waiting for you there"
Not even waiting for a reply, Lucivar left, leaving Sabrina alone in the room.
"H- He didn't do anything...?" Sabrina uttered in disbelief. "Is he a eunuch? How could he?"
anwhile, on the other side of the door, Lucivar stood rooted on his spot.
It was unexpected to et with Sabrina in that circumstances but he was glad that he did.
Not because of the obvious reason, of course.
Looking at his hand, Lucivar could feel that he had five strands of Loki's energy again.
Earlier when he pinned Sabrina on the wall he realized that she was also a Hybrid, so he tried to absorb her ether through the Greedy Grasp ability to replenish his versatile energy strands but was surprised in the next second.
Lucivar only needs a few seconds to gain five strands.
He had used his ability on Leandra but replenishing five full strands was a hassle.
It took ti and focus but not if he did it with Sabrina.
"How is this possible? I was planning on gaining one or two strands from her, but instead got a full five strands instead, in re seconds nonetheless!" He muttered inwardly, gazing back at the door once again, smirking. "Seems like I got myself a walking ether pouch"
Monts later.
Lucivar entered the supposed training chamber at the very edge of the mansion.
It was isolated and close to the backdoor.
Pushing the door open, Lucivar was greeted by an expansive empty room.
From a glance, the room spanned the size of two or three houses combined, its vast expanse dominated by a sleek interplay of black, and silver. The floor was covered in matte black, and it absorbed the light in a way that made the space feel both intimate and formidable.
And the large windows inside the room made the place fresh and not choking.
Along the walls, a variety of weapons crafted from hard black rubber were displayed.
In the corner, two roughed-up training dolls stood silently.
Just the scratches and dents on the hinted at countless hours of grueling practice.
At the center was an elevated platform used—as an arena but what pulled Lucivar's attention the most was a particular spot, on the wall to his left. It looked like a massive mirror but when he got closer to it he realized that it was water instead.
Curious, he touched the surface and saw his touches ripple through the entire thing.
It was exactly like a body of water with shallow depth and on the wall.
"Hmm... what is this?" He questioned aloud.
Imdiately after he muttered that the door was opened again and Sabrina ca in.
She was panting heavily and needed to take a breather for a couple of seconds.
"I only told you to clean up, why are you that tired?" Lucivar comnted.
Upon hearing this, Sabrina raised a finger—as she tried to catch her breath before she stood upright and responded, "I need to take off the bedsheet and hide it from Teresa, she was the head maid here"
"Just confess to her that you masturbated," Lucivar replied, shrugging his shoulders.
But this made Sabrina roll her eyes, "I still have so decency"
"Decency? You?" Lucivar chuckled, looking at the water's surface still. "I'm really surprised"
Sabrina, punched the air multiple tis, shadowboxing while image beating Lucivar up, but she instantly stopped—and averted her gaze elsewhere when Lucivar turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Tell about this thing, what does it do?" Lucivar finally asked.
Approaching hurriedly, Sabrina explained, "It's a Reflection ter to gauge your strength"
"To use it, you only need to punch it directly," She added.
Lucivar instantly rolled his sleeves, this was exactly what he wanted, to test his strength.
Before he could punch the Reflection ter, Sabrina stopped him and asked, "For the record, may I know what your current rank is, master? It would be helpful for to explain the result, if I knew what your rank was"
"Second-star Neophyte," Lucivar replied nonchalantly.
However, a playful grin crossed Sabrina's face when she heard that.
'Second-star Neophyte, huh... I'll set the Reflection ter to display one rank lower, than his actual rank. It's a harmless prank, a little payback for earlier,' She pondered mischievously, it still stings that Lucivar left her without doing anything.
Since it was a tool, there was a setting that Sabrina could tweak.
By increasing the hardness of the Reflection ter, it would lower the power input.
Nodding her head, she went over to the setting panel below and tapped a couple of buttons.
As she stood back up, Lucivar asked, "Is it good now? Can I hit it?"
"Of course, give it your best shot, master!" Sabrina cheered.
Even though Lucivar was a little bit suspicious as the air around her changed into a friendlier one, when she tried to stab him with a comb earlier, he decided to ignore it—and focused on delivering the punch.
Sharpening his gaze, Lucivar clenched his fist tighter, causing his muscles to bulge.
Only when he was ready, he swung his fist with all his might.
Splash!
Lucivar's fist slamd into the water's surface, sending a surprising shockwave of ether that blasted through the Reflection ter. The once-calm water erupted into massive ripples, the waves were violent enough that it threatened to spill over from the sheer force of his strike.
He held nothing back in that punch, using all five strands he gained from Sabrina.
Since he could easily replenish it now, there was no need to be stingy.
Upon witnessing this, Sabrina's breath caught in her throat—her body freezing as the impact echoed, like a thunderclap. It felt like the sound of Lucivar's punch, knocked the soul straight out of her body.
Stiffly, she turned to the Refection ter to check the result.
For a mont, the device calculated the strength.
In the next second, her eyes widened as the water shifted from baby blue to yellow.
Not stopping at that, sothing even more startling happened—the yellow hue darkened, a tint of blue bleeding and mixing into it. Sabrina sucked in a cold breath, utterly stunned. She was not expecting this kind of result.
'I might've set it wrong...' Sabrina muttered and went ahead to check the setting again.
But then she realized that there was no mistake, the setting was correct.
On the other hand, Lucivar waved his aching hand, the unexpected hardness of the surface having stung more—than he anticipated. He then turned to Sabrina, curiosity sparing within his eyes, "So, what's my result? Yellow with a tinge of dark blue, what does that an?"
Despite being questioned, Sabrina was still in shock, her hearing dampened.
'He's a second-star Neophyte but has the strength of a first-star acolyte...? Is he a monster?'
Reviews
All reviews (0)