Despite the smiles on their faces, Lancel couldn’t help but sense the murderous intent beneath their eyes. Strangely enough, it wasn’t coming from Ishtar, who was the most expressive, but from i.
That alone told him everything he needed to know. i, who was usually aloof and indifferent outside of sex, was smiling.
That was never a good sign.
"Lancel," Countess Gretelle began, setting down her teacup. "Miss Prelati and Miss la Blanc are here to see you. You truly have so interesting connections."
"Yes. Ahaha..."
Lancel let out a dry, awkward laugh, only for Fiore to nudge him lightly on the shoulder.
"Friends of yours?" she asked, tilting her head.
"...Sothing like that."
"Sothing like that?" Fiore narrowed her eyes slightly. "And they both just happen to be won?"
"Since when is anyone in Rivere not a woman?"
There were n, of course. But true citizens of Riviere were witches.
"...Fair enough."
Lancel took a seat on the third couch, positioned between Countess Gretelle and the two apprentice witches, while Fiore settled beside Countess Gretelle.
i’s gaze shifted between Lancel and Fiore for a brief mont before settling on him.
"Color surprised," i said. "I was walking around town about a week ago when rumors of a male witch started spreading. You’ve beco quite popular, Assistant Lancel."
"Really?"
"Mhm. News of you killing Heidi Erngarde is spreading quickly. What’s more surprising is how fast people figured out you’re working under Miss Faust as her assistant..."
Just recently, i herself had been approached again and bombarded with questions about whether Lancel would be attending their lecture or not. Unfortunately for them, he hadn’t shown up for nearly three weeks.
"So," i continued, tilting her head slightly, "when exactly do you plan on coming back, Assistant Lancel?"
"I should be fully recovered in a couple of days."
In truth, Lancel had already recovered. His body had long since regained its strength, but admitting that now would only paint him in a bad light in Countess Gretelle’s eyes.
It would make it seem as though he had been taking advantage of her hospitality, staying because it was comfortable.
While he knew she likely wouldn’t have minded, there were still limits to how much he could impose on soone’s goodwill.
And most importantly, there was still the lingering guilt over what he had been doing with her daughter, Fiore, for the past few days.
"I see."
At that mont, Ishtar spoke up as well.
"Lancel. My master wishes to et you."
"...Huh?"
Apparently, Ishtar’s master, Duchess Prelati, held a long-standing grudge against Heidi Erngarde. Two hundred years ago, Heidi had murdered her secretary, and ever since then, the resentnt had never faded.
Countess Gretelle spoke up. "Speaking of Duchess Prelati, how has she been these days? The last I heard from her was over a hundred years ago. Is she still secluded in her garden?"
Ishtar turned her gaze toward Countess Gretelle before answering.
"...Yes. Master only cos out once a year, just to check on my growth. Aside from that... she rarely receives visitors."
There was a brief pause before her eyes moved slightly toward Lancel.
"That’s why... it’s surprising that she’s extending an invitation to Lancel."
Lancel simply blinked.
Most likely, it was because he had been identified as a male witch. That alone would be enough to draw the attention of soone like her. Still, he made a ntal note of it.
"Then... could you arrange a eting in a week?"
"...Alright."
More importantly, Lancel saw this as an opportunity.
According to Riviere’s laws, only soone of a Duchess’s standing could revoke his status as a "research asset."
His earlier assumptions had been correct. Once word spread that he was a male witch, it was inevitable that soone of that level would take notice.
Back then, however, he had no way to protect himself against witches.
Now, however, he was confident he could hold his own.
As they continued to converse back and forth, Countess Gretelle suddenly stood up as she looked at the ti.
As their conversation continued, Countess Gretelle suddenly rose from her seat, glancing briefly at the ti.
"I must attend to so dignitaries," she said. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. And Fiore, see to our guests properly."
"Understood, Master."
Countess Gretelle gave a small nod before turning and leaving the mansion.
For a brief mont, silence settled over the room.
i and Ishtar exchanged a glance.
Then their eyes moved in unison. First to Fiore, then to Lancel, then back to each other again, as if silently confirming sothing.
Finally, they both looked at Lancel.
"...They definitely did it," Ishtar said.
"I’ve suspected it this whole ti," i added. "No wonder you don’t want to leave. That’s quite selfish of you, Assistant Lancel."
"Huh?"
Lancel’s eyes widened instantly. anwhile, Fiore blinked in confusion, her gaze shifting between them before the implications slowly sank in.
The mont it did, her face flushed red.
"E-Eh?! L-Lancel? W-What are they—"
"...."
Lancel froze. He couldn’t even begin to think of a way to defuse the situation.
* * *
"The feeling of that large, hot thing filling you up from the inside... it’s just unmatched."
"Yeah... and the way it twitches inside you—God, I love that feeling!"
"Right, right?!" Ishtar chid in, clearly enjoying herself. "And when your orgasm lines up with his, your eyes just roll back from it—"
"...."
For so reason, the situation had taken an even stranger turn.
The three girls were now openly talking about their sexual experiences with him, as if there was nothing unusual about the conversation at all. Lancel could only remain quiet in embarrassnt as they kept talking about his little brother.
At that mont, however, the air turned cold. Lancel lifted his head. The three girls were now looking at him with cold gazes.
"So," Fiore spoke up, "Lancel’s been playing around with two other beautiful won this whole ti, huh? I should’ve known sothing was off."
"Even though he already has both i and ," Ishtar added, crossing her legs, "he still can’t keep his hands to himself."
"You’re kind of trashy, Assistant Lancel."
Wasn’t this unfair?
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