The room was an underground do, its walls curving overhead, holding no more than twenty people. Not too large, not too small — just enough for hushed conversations to carry.
Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting warm, dancing shadows. At the far end, a stage was set, and atop it, a man sat with quiet authority on a throne, his presence commanding the space.
"Rumours are rumours... there were Niharin as well," Zero said, his tone steady, though a faint edge of nervousness lingered beneath it.
The man straightened, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask. "Say it clearly. Now is not the ti for riddles."
"I... I an—"
As Zero opened his mouth to speak, a white-hooded figure slipped through a wooden door. Its face was hidden behind a dark wooden mask, motionless and unreadable.
"Commander, Blake said you called for ?"
The man turned toward the white-hooded figure. "Yes, Zane. What’s the situation in the South District?"
"For now, there are only two pieces of news. First, the pilgrims’ barrier has been restored. Second, the rot spreading within the safe area has been contained. And recently, I’ve gathered new information about a summoner who can call Niharin, disguising themselves as an ordinary person," Zane said, his tone steady and confident.
"That’s really great news," the commander said, his tone sharp, tinged with pride.
With a gesture of the commander’s hand, Zane left the room, his movents deliberate and asured. Then, his gaze then shifted to Zero, who stood silently, motionless as a shadow.
"Zero, I’ll give you a week to finish what you’ve started. Find that person and kill him. If you can’t... I’ll send soone else. Now go," the commander said, his final words cutting through the room.
Zero nodded softly but didn’t speak a word before leaving the room.
*Thud*
’Damn it, Marco,’ Zero thought, walking through the cave with fire dancing in his palm. ’Marco... will you forgive if I kill one of your students? I didn’t an to kill your brother that day. I saved you that day... but you—’
...
Daniel stepped into the kitchen and noticed shards of clay scattered across the center of the floor, a broom lying nearby as if soone had been cleaning only monts ago.
"What happened here, Aunt?" Daniel asked, a puzzled expression crossing his face.
Jessica shrugged. "Oh, the clay... I tripped when I was about to clean it before cooking," she lied.
Daniel sat down calmly on a chair, his eyes scanning the room while she brushed the kitchen floor clean. The earthen stove burned steadily with fire, and beside it rested a clay pot filled with raw goat at and chopped vegetables.
But as his eyes fell on the evening sunrays streaming through the window, he didn’t hesitate to stand from his chair.
Jessica leaned down to set the pot on the earthen stove. Just then, Daniel hiked up her blue skirt, yanked her panties down, and lunged at her pussy like a viper.
*Suck-Lick-Lick*
"Mnnh~" a soft moan escaped her lips.
Before the earthen stove, her body shivered, hands clamping together as she bit her lower lip on instinct.
"D-Daniel, it’s not the right ti," she stamred, glancing back over her shoulder.
He ignored her pleas, lost in devouring her slick folds — tongue plunging deep as her warm juices flooded his mouth.
’Fuck, his tongue... ahh
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