HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
Chapter 92 - Command (2)
Diana's touch was unrestrained.
"I..."
She left her words unfinished and reached out.
A sensation, cool yet soft, brushed my cheek.
Her breath, the air, the emotions—everything was hot.
It was hot.
Hot, dizzying, and nauseating.
"In truth, I have always..."
Her intense gaze, the long lashes, the radiant silver hair disheveled in the sunlight, and her voice breaking under the heat—all of it was overwhelmingly stimulating.
It was blinding.
It made feel queasy.
The heat in my head numbed my nerves.
The sensation in my mouth was so sweet it felt bitter.
"Since long ago..."
An invisible bolt of lightning struck my mind.
It felt like a flash that could swallow everything.
Her movents beca even more intense.
Actions, emotions, and desires—all perfectly crossed a drawn line.
Both Diana and I knew this.
But neither of us stopped.
No, we couldn't stop.
"Please forgive ..."
I had prepared many words.
To persuade her.
To resolve the only lingering attachnt I had left.
I had prepared the usual sweet talk about how advanced and peaceful the civilization of my world was, and what dreams could be achieved there.
So, please co with .
Choose , a fleeting acquaintance, over the world you've lived in all your life.
Honestly, I was scared.
I wasn't sure.
Even though Diana was loyal, I didn't believe she would cross dinsions just for .
But there was no need to worry.
From the mont I made her my knight, she had always wanted .
"Diana."
"......"
I grabbed Diana's arms as she sat on my thigh and pulled her close.
As if waiting for this, she wrapped her arms around .
Then, she slowly lifted her head.
Her gaze, full of desire and suggestion, ca closer.
" too."
Her eyes, looking at , trembled with urgency.
Her grip on my neck tightened, revealing her intense possessiveness.
"So..."
Her breath grew rapid.
Her eyelashes trembled as if she was engulfed in a tremor.
"There's no need to hold back anymore."
And as if she couldn't hold back any longer.
She leaned forward and tilted her head slightly.
She closed her eyes.
Once again, her soft lips t mine.
"......"
It was hot.
The searing heat mingled in our mouths.
The sensation of lips, breaths, touches—everything was electrifying.
I couldn't stay sane.
The desire I had hidden all this ti blazed like a wildfire in my mind.
Reason and patience evaporated, leaving only instinct to burn fiercely in the flas.
Her hand slipped below my waistline.
Despite her innocent face, her eyes burned with fervor, consuming .
It was dizzying.
The stimulation was overwhelmingly intense.
"......"
Overwheld by desire.
Hot, damp, heavy... an indescribable sothing pressed down on .
A stormy day passed like that.
****
Luna Winfred.
She is a proud mber of the Winfred family.
An asset to the family, soone who elevates its na.
But now, she is a fugitive chased by the Royal Family.
The reason is simple.
She drew her sword against the Princess, who was using force against the Papal See.
Showing hostility to a royal princess is indeed a grave cri.
However, another opinion was slowly forming around the Noble Faction.
The Royal Family, having abandoned faith.
A Royal Family wanting war, using its rejection of the Papal See as justification.
Normally, no one would pay attention to such stories.
But perhaps due to the extre discontent with the Royal Family, quite a few people began to doubt the Royal Family's intentions.
From devout commoners unhappy with the Royal Family's stance against the Papal See to nobles who never liked the Royal Family.
There was constant gossip throughout the Empire about the Royal Family's actions.
The atmosphere in the social circles was also unusual.
"What is the Royal Family's reaction?"
Trid Erkan.
Marquis of the Erkan Family, a mber of the Noble Faction, asked the old butler.
"Still no response from them."
The old butler replied in a flat voice.
Marquis Erkan chuckled.
"It's absurd."
It was absurd.
And the reason was simple.
"Not only did they turn the Papal See into an enemy, but now they're determined to drive everyone to ruin."
The Papal See had moved its base.
It seed trivial, but it was almost a disaster.
The discontent among the populace showed no signs of subsiding.
Nurous interests entangled with the Papal See vanished into thin air.
The imdiate losses alone were enormous.
And if the day cos when the Black Mist truly floods...
The absence of the Papal See would be nothing short of catastrophic.
"What about the petition?"
"We've sent multiple petitions, but there has been no response."
"We've been completely ignored, then."
"It seems so."
The marquis clenched his fist.
The anger towards the Royal Family slowly flared up from his toes.
"In the end, there's only one way left."
The only way left.
That is...
"The ti has co to strike the Royal Family."
Treason.
Marquis Erkan muttered in a voice as cold as ice.
There were no other options.
If they didn't bite first, they would be abandoned.
All the families in the Noble Faction had already been inford.
Except for one family.
"Send a letter to the Winfreds."
****
The next day, Duke Winfred ca to my room.
"As you said, a letter has arrived from Marquis Erkan."
I glanced at the Duke's face.
His eyes, looking at , were still filled with indescribable emotions.
"They plan to strike the Royal Family."
As expected.
Knowing this, I wasn't particularly surprised.
"How did you know?"
I didn't answer.
I just smiled with my eyes.
The Duke, looking at , clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Then he let out a short sigh.
"In two days, we will go to the imperial palace."
"For the confernt ceremony?"
The Duke slowly nodded.
"The day before the ceremony, all notable families will gather at the imperial palace. Of course, the seven families of the Noble Faction will also be there."
I looked at the Duke with a bored expression.
I didn't care about their sches.
My only interest was infiltrating the palace without any obstacles.
"...In two days, you will enter the palace with ."
"Is there a way?"
"No need to worry. I have prepared an appropriate identity for you."
"That's good to hear."
The Duke looked at silently.
"Is it true?"
"What is?"
"The claim that the Holy Blood has already been handed over to the Royal Family."
That?
Of course, it's a lie.
"Yes, it's true."
The Holy Blood had completely disappeared into my stomach.
All that was left for was a small amount of elixir.
"So you don't need to worry. Once you seize the Royal Family, the Holy Blood will naturally fall into your hands."
The Duke was lost in thought for a while.
After a long consideration, he opened a drawer.
He picked up a small key from inside.
"Take this."
"...What is it?"
"A key to open the family's vault."
The vault key?
Why give it to ?
"If there's sothing you need, take it. Once this is over, we won't need to see each other again."
"...Are you serious?"
"Of course."
A clear goodwill.
I couldn't understand it.
There was no reason for him to show such kindness.
I couldn't read his intentions at all.
The Duke, having finished speaking, stood up.
"With this, forget all grievances between us."
With that, he closed the door and left.
I blinked dumbfoundedly at the direction he had exited.
What is he up to?
But that could wait...
"The underground vault..."
Winfred's underground vault.
In the original story, it was a famous farming spot, containing nurous rare items.
Of course, most of it wasn't of much significance to since I planned to leave this world soon.
I couldn't take these items to the other world anyway.
But.
"The Tears of Lethe."
Yes, the Tears of Lethe.
A legendary quest item that allows you to read the forgotten past upon consumption.
It was also in Winfred's underground vault.
Despite its vague description, it was a quest item, not a consumable item.
It couldn't be consud by the character but was ant only to complete a quest.
'But there was no quest that required the Tears of Lethe.'
An item made to complete a quest, yet no quest needed it.
It was an item that once caused quite a controversy.
"...Should I check it out?"
Yes, it's the last ti anyway.
Checking the vault shouldn't be a problem.
You never know.
There might be sothing about the forgotten past that I missed.
"Butler."
"You called, young master."
I stood up, slowly twirling the key on my finger.
"Guide to the vault."
HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Peptobismol]
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