Chapter 120: Mysterious Won I (Bonus Chapter)
"Hello, young man," the leading woman said, her voice smooth and lightly seductive as she placed a hand on her hip. "Mind if we accompany a handso young man such as yourself?"
Her eyes lingered on him without hesitation.
"Sure," Elion replied with a calm smile.
The smile alone made both won’s expressions soften. A faint blush touched their cheeks despite their obvious experience.
They took seats across from him without rushing, adjusting their dresses carefully as they settled in.
For the next two minutes, no one spoke.
The tavern’s noise faded into the background between the three of them.
The brown-haired woman rested her chin lightly against her fingers, studying him with open interest. The black-haired woman sat slightly angled toward him, her gaze steady, almost evaluating.
Elion maintained a relaxed smile, observing them just as carefully.
Their clothes were high-quality. Their jewelry is subtle but refined. Their posture scread education and discipline. These were not ordinary won seeking casual company.
They had approached him deliberately.
The silence stretched, but it was not uncomfortable. It was asured.
Like a quiet test.
Elion remained patient, curious to see who would speak first—and what they truly wanted.
Just as Elion was organizing his thoughts and weighing the intentions of the two mysterious won sitting across from him, the system—which had been silent and unhelpful for days now—suddenly flared to life in his vision.
A translucent panel flashed into existence before his eyes.
[NEW Quest Received!]
[Quest: Have a Threeso with Esrelda and Ophelia.]
[Ti Limit: 1 Day]
[Reward: Poison Immunity, 10 000XP]
[Penalty: Erectile Dysfunction for one month]
For a split second, Elion’s mind went completely blank.
His pupils trembled, and his heartbeat skipped so violently that he almost choked on air. He had to fight to keep his facial muscles steady, because his imdiate reaction was to gape like a fool.
It had been a long ti since the system had handed him a quest like this, and he had almost grown complacent. The last ti he had received one, there had been pressure—but not like this. Not a single-day ti limit. And definitely not a penalty so humiliating and absurd.
Erectile dysfunction. For a whole month!
Over two won he had just t!?
What do you an, I get erectile dysfunction for one month if I don’t sleep with two won I just t, two won who clearly are not normal!?
He scread internally.
This wasn’t playful manipulation. This was plain blackmail!
He could feel the color draining from his face despite his best efforts to remain composed. He had faced lots of situations over the last few months—yet sohow this notification was more destabilizing than any of that.
"Are you alright?" the brown-haired woman asked smoothly, though her eyes sharpened slightly as she studied him. She had clearly noticed the sudden change in his expression.
Her voice was gentle, but it carried awareness.
"Y-yeah," Elion replied, forcing a faint chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Just... zoned out for a second."
He needed clarity.
If the system refused to explain itself, he would gather information the old-fashioned way.
He activated Discerning Eye, and two status windows appeared before him. The first belonged to the brown-haired woman.
[Na: Ophelia Nightshade]
[Race: ???]
[Age: 470 years]
[Rank: ???]
Four hundred and seventy years!
Elion’s fingers trembled subtly against the edge of the table.
He shifted his gaze to the second panel.
[Na: Esralda Nightshade]
[Race: ???]
[Age: 126 years]
[Rank: ???]
His composure cracked for a fraction of a second.
One hundred and twenty-six!
He couldn’t stop his mouth from parting slightly in disbelief.
The ages alone were shocking enough—especially Ophelia’s—but what truly unsettled him was the triple question marks. The system had never failed to show race and mana core rank before, even when dealing with opponents far stronger than him.
How were these two completely masked?
System?
[...]
Silence.
System?
Again.
The absence of response made his irritation spike. The system had been quiet for days, and now it decided to throw him into this situation without explanation and then retreat into silence like a smug spectator.
He inhaled slowly and forced himself to calm down. Losing composure here would be foolish. Whatever these won were, they were not ordinary tavern patrons. Their movents were too deliberate.
Their posture was too refined, and their clothing looked too expensive. Even the way they held eye contact suggested confidence born from centuries of experience.
Okay, stay calm. He breathed heavily and looked back at the mysterious pair with a light smile.
"My na is Elion, by the way," he said smoothly, pushing away the last trace of visible shock. "How about you two tell
about yourselves while the food is being prepared?"
His smile returned—asured, charming, controlled.
The brown-haired woman inclined her head slightly, her red lips curving upward. "Of course. Forgive our rudeness. My na is Ophelia."
She gestured gracefully toward the younger woman beside her.
"And this here is my daughter, Esralda."
Of course, they are related, Elion thought.
The shared surna had already hinted at it, but hearing it confird aloud felt almost surreal. Four hundred and seventy years old. One hundred and twenty years old. Mother and daughter. Sitting across from him in a simple tavern as though this were casual.
He refused to take anything at face value now—not their nas, not their relationship, not the system’s quest. The timing was too convenient. The reward—Poison Immunity—was suspiciously practical. The penalty was humiliatingly coercive.
And the fact that their race and rank were hidden ant one thing.
They were dangerous.
Far beyond him.
He kept smiling lightly as though nothing was wrong, but internally his thoughts were racing.
If they are that old, then they are at least High Mage level. Possibly Arch Mage. Maybe worse.
And the system wants
in bed with them in under twenty-four hours? How ridiculous can this system be!
He felt like a rabbit being told to seduce two ancient predators.
Yet he did not panic outwardly. His expression remained calm, curious even, as if he were simply entertaining two attractive older won in a tavern.
Across the table, Esralda’s gaze sharpened slightly. It was a small change—barely noticeable—but the air around her seed to tighten for a fraction of a second.
Mother, she transmitted silently, her voice echoing directly into Ophelia’s mind through a private ntal link. His expression just now... do you think he saw through our disguise?
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