Damn, she looked hella good for her age!
Wait… Why did it say her Mood was Murderous right now…?
What about their mont?? Was their burning passion all a lie!?
Before Knox could think any more nonsense, Amilia's expression turned fierce as she stared daggers into his soul. The atmosphere between them was suffocated by a crimson-red aura that took on a sharp, physical shape.
She clearly wasn't the least bit happy with him right now. But he had a very strong feeling telling him that this was just a small rough patch in their relationship. In no ti at all, they'd bounce back and beco the power couple of the centur—
CRACK—!
Hearing and seeing the glass of her window crack, Knox knew it was his cue to go.
"Sorry, sexy GILF!" he shouted as he breezed past her window and picked up all the Attribute Orbs dropping out of her. "Though we aren't fated right now, I promise to find you again! Then our love can be renewed! You and , baby, for life— Holy sh*t, not in the face—!"
Before he could make his grand retreat with the loot, the glass pane to Amilia's room shattered. Glass shards flew everywhere, hitting him in various spots. Yet, it was not the glass that truly set him off—it was the angrily gorgeous woman floating through the shards like Omni-Man.
The shards seed to freeze in ti before they could make contact with the ground. Even the swaying blades of grass and the ambient sounds ca to an abrupt halt. The area for hundreds of ters was reduced to an eerie, slow-moving silence.
Knox, of course, was within this sphere of influence and was thus stuck in a running motion. One of his feet was frozen mid-air, whereas the other was planted in the ground. Cracks were present around his planted foot, for he had planned to race away at max speed.
But well… one could see how that turned out…
"Who are you?" Amilia's emotionless voice dripped into his ears like the sharpest of knives, her enchanting figure already standing right in front of him. "Why were you watching outside my window?"
'That… Hmm??'
Knox couldn't speak.
Realizing his dilemma, Amilia stopped affecting the area around his mouth.
"Speak," she commanded, her expression a mixture of indifference and anger. "If your answer isn't satisfactory, then I'll be forced to act on whatever punishnt I deem fit for you."
Listening to those words and understanding how serious she was, Knox's mind spiraled. Countless thoughts were brought forward, but very few of them seed like they'd help him in the predicant he found himself in.
However, in the end, he knew precisely what he had to say:
"I see dead people."
"…You see what?" Amilia asked. "What does that an?"
"It ans exactly what it sounds like it ans," Knox said while feeling the suffocating pressure in the area lessen considerably. "I saw a dead person near your window, so I climbed up here to prepare a sneak attack on the fiend. That ghost! Sha on it for waiting outside a young lady's room like so sort of common-day pervert!"
Amilia narrowed her stunning eyes at this nonsensical babble.
"…Is this truly what happened?"
"Why, of course!" Knox answered, holding twisted fingers within his Mind Space. "I never lie! Just ask my father and mother—they'll back up."
"Your father and mother?" Amilia asked. "Who are they?"
Who are they, she asked?? Heh~
"Why, pretty young miss," Knox said with an innocent smile. "My parents are the Count and Countess of this very land. Count Falazar and Countess Falazar."
"???"
"You're a child of the Falazars??" Amilia asked, slight surprise flashing past her eyes. "Are you playing with right now? If so, then I'll have no choice but to—"
"Yep, yep," Knox interrupted, ignoring her flaring killing intent. "I really am of the Falazar's Main Bloodline, and not only that, I'm the eldest son! The one first in line to succeed my father!"
Bragging was okay, always!
Especially when it made soone's expression contort in such an oh-so-gratifying way.
After a brief pause and a dispersion of killing intent, Amilia bowed slightly.
"My apologies, Young Master Knox," she said, her expression still impassive. "I was unaware that it was you—and also of your… proclivity for the souls that have been left to ander the world of the living. If not for you, I could've gotten Miasma poisoning from that pesky bug over there."
'Wait, huh!?'
Before Knox's very astonished eyes, he watched as the extraordinarily powerful GILF made a claw gesture in a certain direction. She closed her clawed hand—and bam—there suddenly appeared an illusory humanoid figure.
It resembled that of an old man and was violently wiggling in place, fear having replaced its lust.
What the f*ck!? He was right!??
How could sothing so coincidental happen to him, of all people?? Soone who was reborn thousands of tis—each ti a Cripple!
Wait… Did sothing as lucky as this happen because of his first Title? The Thousand Tis a Virgin one?
[Yes, that's correct. These are just a few of the benefits that co from doing what you do best—retaining your virginity.]
'This… The System really wants to remain a virgin loser forever, doesn't it…?'
[The latter part of your reiteration is sothing you got covered all by yourself. But yes, you being a virgin for as long as possible is one of my goals!]
Why was that, though…? How did an entity like the System profit from him being a virgin?
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