Chapter 145: A beacon of everlasting darkness
Translated by SoundDestiny
Edited by Zil
“…… This is a restricted area. You’re not allowed to be here.”
Without looking back, Raidorl coldly tells the maid behind him.
The words were spoken in a tone of rejection, but Neimilia did not seem to hold back at all and tightened the embrace of her hands.
“I’m related to master, you know? After all we’ve been through, it’s cold to say I had nothing to do with it.”
Neimilia rubbed her cheek affectionately against Raidorl’s back and pressed the bulge in her chest against him.
Raidorl frowned slightly as he said goodbye to his parents, but he soon realised what Neimilia wanted and breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps Neimilia thought that Raidorl was depressed and ca out to comfort him. It’s also possible that the persistent pressing of her breast is her way of comforting him.
“…… Did I look that bad?”
“It’s like …… a woman who believes she has big tits, but when she takes them off she finds they’re fake.”
“I don’t understand that…… analogy.”
Raidorl was dismayed by the pace of the erotic maid, but sohow felt a contradictory feeling of relief.
After killing his brother and not being able to choose the life his parents would have wanted him to live, Raidorl decided to take the high road of sin and blood in order to protect the country he inherited.
If there was anyone who would follow him to the end, it would probably be Neimilia.
Without anyone telling him, Raidorl was sure of it.
For Raidorl, the girl Neimilia is like the North Star.
It does not shine as brightly as the sun. Nor does it dispel the dark night like the moon.
But it’s always there, in the sa place, always pointing him in the right direction.
This is the one and only irreplaceable existence: that is the witch and maid of darkness, Neimilia.
“Mmmmmm……Master’s sll. Your breastplate is sexy too.”
Taking advantage of Raidorl’s silence, Neimilia sniffs Raidorl’s back and crawls bewitchingly with her hands on his chest.
A white-finned fish-like finger invades the hem of his dress and traces down Raidorl’s toned abs, eventually reaching his nipples and tweaking them with its fingertips.
(TL: LMAO)
“…. This is the one going to guide ? It’s so pathetic it makes want to cry.”
“Fuaaa……!?”
Raidorl dragged Neimilia’s body behind him as he left the grave of his parents.
This was his last visit to the grave, but he had no regrets.
All the gloom has been swept away by the unpredictable maid. Now that he has said goodbye to the past, he can only walk towards the future.
“As much as it pains to say it,……, Maybe it’s better for the people who walk the high road with to be as stupid as this.”
“Aaan~, master. Don’t tell you’re in the mood for it? You don’t have to go all the way back to your room, you can just push over there in the shade of the grave if you want.”
“You’re making my ancestors cry! Rather than that, we should be going faster now. It’s almost ti for our appointnt. We won’t be able to see her off in ti!”
“Sending off ……? Oh, I rember now. It’s Miss Célia, isn’t it?”
Today was the day that Célia was to return to the Empire.
She had been staying in the Zain Kingdom for a long ti as a hostage, but now that the peace with the Empire had been concluded, it was finally decided that she would return ho.
She wanted to stay in the Kingdom of Zain for a while longer, but since the Emperor had sent her a letter personally ordering her to return, she could not stay.
“You forgot ……, didn’t you? What a heartless person.”
As they had been living together in the mansion for a long ti while Raidorl was away, Neimilia and Célia? must have had a very close relationship, but……this maid seed to have forgotten that today was the day to say goodbye to her friend.
“I don’t rember all the dates! How many years do you think I’ve lived?”
“…Oh, yes, of course. After two hundred years of imprisonnt, you lose all sense of ti.”
Neimilia is an immortal witch who was sealed away in the ruins not long ago.
For those who have lived for hundreds of years……or even more than a thousand years, a year or even a month would be no different.
“But if it’s a parting gift for you and Célia , I’ve got it ready for you! It’s my masterpiece!”
“…… Put it away now. I’ll smash it.”
Seeing the object that Neimilia took out of her cleavage, Raidorl imdiately ordered.
What was taken out was a …… so called “adult toy”. It was too inappropriate to be taken out of the cetery where so many souls were laid to rest.
“Muuu.. it’s just a bit sad that people treat my work like it’s sothing dirty! ……This is a perfect replica of master, and I’m sure Célia will love it……”
“…… Mun!!”
“AAa!?”
Raidorl took the toy from Neimilia and smashed it with all his might.
What is Neimilia going to give the princess of a country? It is too much of a joke to give a gift that could cause an international incident.
Neimilia sat down sadly on her knees on a stick toy that had been thrown on the ground.
“Aaa……What a sha. My best work…..’Master No. 28′.”
“There are still twenty-seven of those?”
“By the way, ‘master’ is No. Zero, you know? From No.1 to No.27, the shape and size could not be reproduced sufficiently!”
“All right, bring it all in. I’ll throw every last one of them into the hearth and reduce them to ashes!”
With such a stupid argunt, Raidorl and Neimilia left the royal cetery.
The soldiers guarding the entrance rolled their eyes at the sight of Neimilia, a trespasser they had not been allowed to enter……but aside from that, the final farewell to Raidorl and his parents ended with a silly fuss.
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