The face I had shown these S-class adventurers was not the face I actually had. I had already grown used to hiding my true face, as well as restricting my charm and blocking my scent. This had beco second nature to after all of these months. I was simply far too alluring for any normal person to handle. My true appearance would always result in one of two things. A sudden mob determined to have , or a mob determined to kill , convinced I was so kind of evil lust monster.
Thus, since I had left the human and demon armies behind, I had never shown my true face by choice. The only exception to that was to Seris when I was delirious and spiraling into a state of self-pity. By the ti I had woken back up and restored my old mask, it was too late. He had beco so obsessed with he had murdered his brother and attempted to break . In the end, it was his life that had been lost.
At this mont, the face I showed was the closest to my true face that I’d allow. In short, I looked a bit like I had back when I first ca to this world. I wouldn’t be accurate to say my face had changed over the last year, but the imperfections had slowly been etched away until all that remained was perfection. This was sothing I had always noted, but I hoped to cover my face when I didn’t want attention would be enough. In the end, it took gaining a strange reputation as so fairy for to realize my only choice was to sink into deception at all tis.
Thus, other than the disguises I liked to wear, I now possessed two faces. There was the face I showed the world, which was attractive, but nothing to cause soone to lose control. Then, I had my true face, the one I would only show right before I planned to consu another soul. After all, once soone gazed on my face, nothing would be left of them but an obsession deep within their hearts.
As for how I disguised my face, it was a bit difficult to explain. So of it might have been illusion magic, while so of it was rely how I adjusted the muscles of my face. As my manipulation art grew, manipulating my face only beca another aspect of everything, and it ca like second nature to .
The point being, I had already selected for these n to die. Rather than playing the ga of an innocent victim of goblins who clung to a mighty hero in her fear, it would be laughably easy for to reveal my true face to them. I could push all of my abilities to destroy their minds and turned them into beguiled toys. They might be able to resist, and I really couldn’t predict how they’d react to such strong provocation. If I didn’t have any combat ability of my own, I’d be worried that before my seduction could work, they’d run through.
Yet, I was strong enough that even if my ability to control them failed, I could survive. I supposed there was room to argue that such a plan was sloppy. What if one of them escaped? They could return to town, and tell them about my presence. Soon, there would be a mob upon my precious King’s head, and it would all be my fault. How could I allow such a thing by acting arrogant?
However, if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t rely on such deceptions because of a need to be thorough or a fear that my abilities would fail. I did things this way because it was more entertaining. There was once a ti where I wasn’t such a bad girl. I lied like any girl when it was convenient or would be advantageous to . Nowadays, the idea of twirling n around my finger was nearly second nature, and I had co to like toying with them.
My previous toys had all died or broken, so these n would be my new toys. Of course, when push ca to shove, I would never put my baby’s life on the line. Until that happened though, I planned to play with my food before I ate it. Thus, I had tagged along with the adventurers, acting far too terrified to return on my own. The n didn’t want to have to turn back after already set out, so they had no choice but to take along. They reminded several tis that they were going to a fort where they’d be encountering even more goblins, but in my tearful, terrified state, I only felt safe in their leader’s arms.
The other n could only shake their heads as the leader ate it all up. I had learned the leader’s na was Packard, and his friends were Trig and Kant. I didn’t comnt on their naming. I found the naming in this world was often unusual, especially among adventurers. I had a feeling that those weren’t their birth nas, and they used adventuring nas instead.
The result of taking along was that they were slowed down considerably. I intentionally slowed them down, and in the end, we reached the fort too late for them to attack. There was a rule among adventurers that you didn’t engage after dinner. The sun was just starting to set, but if they ended up in the middle of the dungeon after sunset, if things went bad, it’d increase their likelihood of death. No one wanted to flee from a fort to run into a dark forest, after all.
They had no choice but to set up a camp, not too far away from the camp my party had set up what felt like a lifeti ago. They would attack in the morning. Well, that was assuming they’d be alive co morning.
I hadn’t wasted the trip just being a burden to slow them down. I had naturally worked my charms when applicable. A smile here, a touch there. The majority of it was used on Packard, who also seed like the most desperate and gullible. I learned that Kant had a wife back ho, so I put less work into him. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get him to cheat on his wife with ease. It was more that I just had less interest in doing so.
In general, for soone to cheat on soone else, they already had to have a certain degree of duplicity. They weren’t just willing to back on their promises with their loved ones, but they’d also be willing to lie to that loved one and even lie to themselves. As much as I had co to enjoy the manipulation, I didn’t get as much satisfaction from soone who was trying to manipulate at the sa ti. A married man, simply in the act of having sex, was already losing his integrity, and that was just less appealing to .
I didn’t always feel this way. Perhaps, it was the result of having children. The hormones in my body changed and I was interested in a more stable, more honest man. Although, the thought of finding a husband and father figure for my children was laughable. The closest thing my son had to a father in the past was the goblin champion, and we worked together to kill him.
“Are you cold?” A voice asked as Packard handed a warm bowl of soup.
I supposed one advantage of staying with humans was the option to eat decent cooking. These n would probably never call their cooking good, but I was no cook and the goblins were far from offering delicacies. Even sothing as complex as a stew was more than I was used to. I rarely got vegetables, and roasted at that usually ended up slightly burned was usually on my nu. I smiled at him as I took the bowl, and my pleasure at sipping it was genuine.
After taking a sip, I gave a subtle nod. “I am cold.”
“Do you need more blankets?”
“I-is it possible to make the fire a little bigger?”
“No!” Before he could answer, Trig cut him off.
Packard gave him a look as if telling him to butt out of it. “We might be able…”
“We’re too close to the fort now. If the fire was any bigger, they might see it. We don’t want to wake up surrounded by a swarm of goblins, now do we?” Trig had an expression on his face that clearly showed he was set in his decision.
Packard looked back at and gave a helpless shrug. I allowed myself to shiver slightly, but I didn’t say anything more. I knew that Trig was right, from an adventurer’s point of view. I had traveled in monster-infested woods plenty of tis, and this was only right. However, I was just curious if I could get them to do it. It seed like my charms hadn’t worked on Trig as well as I had hoped. The married Kant turned out to be more sympathetic. Perhaps having a wife made him feel sympathy for other won. For all I knew, I reminded him of his daughter or sothing equally ridiculous.
“Still, we should probably get all the firewood we’ll need for the night,” Packard spoke up to no one in particular.
“I’ll handle the firewood,” Trig spoke up. “You need to go scout that fort and make sure there is no movent. Kant, put up so warning strings around the forest so we’re protected.”
“Wait… we can’t just leave her alone!” Packard declared as I straightened myself.
“Kant won’t be far.” Trig rolled his eyes.
“Even so…” Packard had a slightly stubborn look as he glanced at .
I put on a worried look but decided to keep silent and let them argue amongst themselves.
“I’ll keep a watch on her.” Kant tried to reassure Packard. “It’ll be fine. “
Packard looked uncertain, but with the other two urging him, she finally agreed. I only nodded in acceptance, looking a bit scared and uncertain, but not so reluctant that Packard wouldn’t leave. That’s because this was my chance. The group was splitting up, so now I could strike. I couldn’t sip my bowl of stew while remaining curled up under a blanket, but I watched the n extrely carefully.
Packard removed his armor so that he could move more silently, and then after checking on one last ti, left into the forest. Trig rolled his eyes and gave an irritated grunt before turning and leaving in the opposite direction toward the forest to fetch firewood. Kant was the only one who stayed behind. He finished eating and then smiled at as he offered to take my empty bowl.
“You don’t need to worry so much. We’re experts. We know what we’re doing out here. Tomorrow morning, we’ll be making the move on the fort. I recomnd you stay here and hide. It’ll be safest for you.”
“Thank you for your concern.” I smiled. “Are you tired?”
“Hmm? Yeah, I am a little… ahhh… I have a few minutes.” He shook his head as he leaned back. “We can set up… in a bit. Maybe…”
His eyes slowly fluttered close, and he ended up asleep. As to make sure he didn’t suddenly wake up, I also made sure that his dreams were peaceful. He dread of being at ho with his wife. Once I was sure he had passed into a deep sleep, I stood up, allowing the blanket to fall carelessly to the side.
Leaving the relative safety of the fireplace, I didn’t head in the direction of Packard, but Trig. Packard would be far too easy to conquer at the mont. There would be no satisfaction in it. I had other plans anyway. After all, I had my suspicions about Trig. The reason he was treating so coldly, wasn’t just because he was jealous of the attention. I was giving Packard. It was clear Packard fancied , so Trig was irritated he didn’t get .
Well, that was my theory, and I was about to test it out. It didn’t take long to locate Trig. I was a lady of many skills, after all, and when I had a pray my eyes were set upon, I’d make them mine. He was bending over lifting pieces of wood as he had said, but being an S-class, it didn’t take long for him to notice . He spun around, dropping the wood and then reaching for his belt. When he realized it was , he froze for a mont, narrowing his eyes questioningly.
“I’ve been waiting for a mont when I could see you alone,” I spoke breathily, allowing a bit of my charm to leak out.
“Why?” He asked, his back straightening slightly.
“I… want you. Please, take .”
Let the ga begin.
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