As I trailed behind her, slipping between buildings, she kept glancing back—as if she could sense . Like she had so kind of extrasensory perception. Well, that’s the guildmaster for you.
A few hours had passed since the tournant. We returned ho. Anna—my supposed future wife—had recovered. As for my other waifus, I left them with Adrian, since he’s the one who brought them here in the first place. The Priestess clearly wanted to see , and I also needed to check in with her about the map to Shangani Kingdom, where I’d find the third necklace of the key of Ascension. But sothing had ca up... tonight was for sothing else. Tonight was for stalking Liloth Alvado.
Using my stealth buff and invisibility, I waited outside the Duke’s mansion. She was taking her ti inside—probably getting smashed like so cum toy by that man. A few hours passed before she finally erged. I followed from a distance, waiting for her to drop her guard, sowhere less crowded. As she walked toward her ho, I took a deep breath and lunged, aiming for the pressure point in her neck to knock her out.
To my surprise, she dodged my attack.
She turned sharply, scanning her surroundings like a wolf sensing its hunter. She couldn’t see , but she felt .
She clenched her fists.
"Attacking , huh? That might be the worst mistake of your life! Whoever you are, show yourself!"
I stayed silent, annoyed. So, I boosted my speed to the max—moving like lightning. I struck again. She blocked my first blow with her arms, but that left an opening. My other hand shot forward and struck her neck. She collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Smirking, I opened my Dinsional Door and dragged her inside. I couldn’t ignore what I saw in her mind before... I needed answers.
I arrived in the forest of my realm—not far from my town, but secluded enough for privacy. Holding Liloth in my arms, I flew deeper into the woods, where most animals dwelled. When they saw , they bowed their heads—as if recognizing their ruler. I grinned.
Eventually, I reached a part of the forest I’d never explored. I opened the system store and bought a few chains—thick ones, the kind you’d expect to see in extre BDSM videos.
I couldn’t risk her waking up and resisting before I got the answers I needed. Luckily, the area I’d picked had two trees close together. I cuffed her hands and secured them to each tree, then cuffed her legs and stretched them apart, binding them low on the trunks. She was chained—completely restrained.
Still unconscious.
I purchased a healing potion, grabbed her chin, and forced her mouth open, making her drink. The potion took effect fast.
Liloth groaned softly as her eyelids fluttered open. Then her eyes snapped wide with rage.
"You—!" she hissed the mont she saw .
She lunged at —but the chains yanked her back with a tallic clink. She thrashed violently, uncaring of the tal biting into her skin. Her glare was murderous.
"YOU DAMN BRAT! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ?!" she scread. "Untie now or I’ll rip your face off with my bare hands!"
I leaned back casually, just out of reach, watching her fury with mild amusent.
"Relax, Angry Bird... or should I say, Martinsville’s favorite slut slave?" I smirked. "Chains suit you, Liloth. Brings out your true self—wild, loud, and completely under control."
She trembled with rage. I could tell she had monster strength—those trees were slightly bending under her pull. I folded my arms.
"Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Probably not even here to get revenge for when you starved for days after I stood up to your spoiled daughter. And for when you and Ivy Rembrandt beat my mother, putting her in hell for sothing she didn’t know about."
...Or maybe I would have my revenge. Who cares? I still have that grudge after all.
"W-what’s the aning of this, brat?! Did you forget who I am? I’m—"
"Yeah, yeah. You can drop the act now," I cut in. "You’ve fallen, Liloth. From S-rank hunter, the proud guildmaster... to a cum slave for the Duke. I’ve seen it all."
She scowled. "You’ve been stalking , haven’t you?"
"You wish. You’re not that important, sweetheart."
That pissed her off even more.
I took a deep breath. "Listen. I’m here to help you, so stop acting like a little bitch and cooperate. I’m here to lift the curse inflicted upon you."
Her eyes widened. "W-what are you talking about?"
"I said drop the act. I saw it in your mories when you tried to stand up to him—the Duke. But he cursed you. Turned you into his obedient puppet, didn’t he?"
She froze. Gulped audibly. Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure out how I knew. I didn’t see much in her mories—just a glimpse. A demon appeared before them—familiar with the Duke, but new to Liloth. When she tried to fight it, the Duke chanted a spell, and a cursed necklace ford on her wrist. She beca his puppet. Now she can’t oppose him. Can’t even speak of it. If she tries, the curse will devour her from the inside out.
But what I need to know... is why the Duke is in league with a demon. And maybe that’d help figure out why Hilary beca forgotten by everyone. And why..... so days, l had dreams... dreams of the Duke, and talking. Though they were blurry and vague, l figured they were the mories of the previous Asher. There were lots of things l needed to know...and most of them pointed at the Duke. There is a lot going on than he’s letting out on! And since he knows so much about curses, maybe he also knows the curse on Anna!
Liloth looked down, teeth clenched.
Tat... tat... tat.
Tears hit the ground.
When she raised her head, she looked like she wanted to speak. Maybe to plead. But she couldn’t. The curse wouldn’t allow it.
I smirked. Freeing her could put her in my debt.
Not a bad deal.
I stepped forward, placed my hand gently on her soft red hair, and activated Divine Protection—to lift the curse.
TBC
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