ushernet Chapter 416
Chapter 416
Chapter 416: Chapter 318 You’ve Been Kidnapped_2 Chapter 416: Chapter 318 You’ve Been Kidnapped_2 And at that time, the sound next door was completely blocked off.
Miss Beyard slapped Aiwass hard on her buttocks.
Smack!
“...Uh!”
Aiwass stopped pretending to sleep, and instead, holding her buttocks, winced as she got up.
She opened her eyes and looked at Beyard with a fragile yet calm gaze, free of horror, “What do you want to do?”
“You indeed recognize this ritual,” Beyard said, crossing her arms, her tone even, “What did you just do to me?”
She was still unsettled by the frenzied state she had found herself in just before.
If it had been a normal Son of the Moon, they wouldn’t care about such a thing.
They would smoothly consider it a treasured fortune they stumbled upon—but Beyard was an exception.
...
She was quite confident in her unyielding rationality.
It was the superior self she had cultivated through overcoming various adversities in her human era, able to face all sorts of temptations, joyous yet not decadent, pleasuring yet not indulging, maintaining her humanity.
Not even the instincts of a Son of the Moon could influence her.
—And precisely because of this, when her rationality was shattered for the first time, when exceptions appeared in her cognition...
she felt a profound unease.
This was her first time coming to a private room, so she didn’t know it was designed this way.
Thankfully, she had been a Ritualist while she was human, and therefore inherited some professional rank.
At least she could still perform such simple rituals.
This child...
was just too tempting.
So tempting that she had even bitten her own tongue on the road, using the pain to regain her rationality and composure.
—Because she suspected it was a well-laid trap by her enemies for her.
Perhaps it was bait to lure her into corruption, or maybe it was to add a weakness to her.
It was also possible that her blood contained a slow poison or a concoction that would make Beyard addicted.
A myriad of possibilities swirled in her head.
The world was in unparalleled chaos.
Alchemists and artists clashed fiercely, but at the same time, they began to rapidly seize resources.
By the time the Demon Scholars and Necromancers realized, they were already marginalized.
It was then that the powerful Sons of the Moon settled in the Imperial Capital.
They were truly immortal beings—capable of resurrection even after death, only to be sealed or assimilated.
Or perhaps the master of Crescent Moon Manor is showing favor towards me, hence picking a girl to my liking.
That’s right...they still owe me some money.
They borrowed it from me to build Crescent Moon Manor last year, and there’s still a debt of over three hundred thousand Gold Coins unpaid.
A mere three hundred thousand shouldn’t be enough to harm me...is it because of cash flow problems, so they want to delay the payment?
And at that moment, number 14 suddenly began unfastening her buttons.
Miss Beyard frowned tightly, pressing her hand directly, kneeling between her legs, “What are you doing, Number 14?”
“You unfastened your own buttons...
I just wanted to be like you...”
Number 14 said in a crestfallen tone, making Miss Beyard’s heart soften, as if she had said something wrong.
...Wait.
“—No!
You know full well it’s part of the ritual—”
Miss Beyard suddenly realized.
She was immediately annoyed—but because of the suspicion, murderous intent, and ferocity in her heart, she felt her own desires being pried open.
Forget it.
If I can’t endure, then I won’t.
Her other hand clutched Aiwass’s neck, her thumb lifting up the head of the lying Aiwass, “What exactly do you want to do, what do you want, just say it—then pay the price.”
Her pupils were gradually dyed by a crimson halo, and her canines began to sharpen.
But Aiwass just looked at her intently, silent.
Just then, a third person’s sigh sounded in the room.
“She wants to force me out, make me clarify things.”
Miss Beyard suddenly felt an intense sense of crisis.
Her body disintegrated into many bats in an instant, but she was far too close to Aiwass—she ended up sprawled entirely on top of Aiwass, putting them in zero distance contact.
At this distance, not a single bat could escape the prison of shadows.
Numerous slender threads of shadow stabbed out from the shadows beneath Aiwass, shuttling back and forth in the room, skewering those bats and pinning them in mid-air.
Aiwass’s face, flushed with satisfaction, showed a pleased smile as she lay casually on the bed.
The shadows beneath her and in the crevices of the bed spread out like liquid, slithering and spreading across the bed like snakes.
Like a girl lying on the grass looking at the stars, or perhaps just wanting an embrace—she stretched out her arms toward the heavens, reaching out for something.
“You’ve been kidnapped by us, Miss Beyard.”
Number 14 said with a sweet smile.