Once again, the maid disappeared into the darkness.
In the shadows at the corner, there was another figure wearing a maid outfit, squatting in the corner, busy doing who-knows-what.
Faint flickers of light surrounded her, and intricate ancient runes bubbled up and disappeared like ripples on water.
“I didn’t expect you to know that girl’s preferences,” said Number Six, still squatting on the ground. “Is she also your target?”
“No, she’s not,” replied Number Eight, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. “But she’s Number Nine’s target, and Number Nine used to be my partner. So, I know some information about her.”
“Number Nine… I remember that mission failed…”
“Exactly. That girl, despite being two realms above her, got killed instead.”
“…”
Number Six stopped talking and focused on her own task.
Time ticked by, and finally, Number Eight couldn’t hold back anymore and opened her eyes:
“How much longer? We don’t have much time.”
“Almost there,” replied Number Six, drenched in sweat and pale-faced, but her spirit hadn’t relaxed for a second as she tirelessly deciphered the runes.
“After all, this was set up by that [Lion King] Long En Campbell. Although it’s a massive formation covering the entire Duke’s Mansion, trying to open a gap without alerting him isn’t an easy task.”
“You’d better speed up,” said Number Eight, staring at the tightly shut door.
“If Mu’en Campbell or Princess Celicia suddenly come out, our mission will be considered a failure.”
“I know, but I think we still have time.”
At this point, Number Six’s expression suddenly turned strange.
“Those two are… doing “that” in the room.”
…
Meanwhile, Mu’en was staring at the door with hopeful eyes, like a believer praying for a miracle.
Unfortunately, no miracle happened.
His only savior, Ariel, was nowhere to be seen.
“So hot…”
Instead, Celicia’s moans were growing more frequent, and it seemed like she could wake up at any moment.
“It’s over…”
Mu’en covered his face and ran away in tears.
Today, it seemed like no miracle would come.
Without the Protagonist showing up, the so-called destruction line would vanish like a bubble, and Mu’en’s fate would crash straight into the death line he had tried so hard to avoid—just like a truck meeting the Protagonist.
In fact, he didn’t even have to wait that long. Once Celicia woke up, the first thing she’d do was probably smack him dead.
“Wait a second, Celicia has been moaning so many times, so why hasn’t she actually woken up yet?”
Calmed down a bit, Mu’en noticed another odd detail.
As everyone knows, when people wake up from deep sleep—especially from unnatural states like drugs or alcohol—they tend to moan unconsciously.
That’s why Mu’en thought Celicia was about to wake up.
But no one would moan “that” many times before waking up unless they were having a wet dream.
Celicia definitely wasn’t having a wet dream, so it had to be something else.
And…
“It’s so hot…”
Mu’en glanced at the fireplace.
The flames were still burning, but the room was actually a bit chilly thanks to Celicia’s earlier frost release.
At least Mu’en, who was stripped down, felt cold.
But Celicia wasn’t wearing much more than him, so why was she feeling hot?
Moans.
Heat.
Could it be…?
“Gulp…”
Mu’en swallowed hard as a wild idea popped into his head.
To confirm that his immature idea was completely wrong, Mu’en cautiously began moving toward Celicia.
Earlier, he had kept his distance out of fear of being smacked dead by Celicia once she woke up.
Now, as he got closer, Celicia, lying on the couch, came back into his view.
“No way…”
When he saw Celicia, Mu’en’s heart skipped a beat.
“Mmm… so hot…”
Celicia’s eyes were still tightly shut, and she hadn’t woken up from her deep sleep.
But her silver lashes fluttered, her skin glowed with an abnormal rosy hue, her long, slender legs were tightly intertwined, and her hands were aimlessly grabbing at the air, further disheveling her already revealing dress.
“No, no, it can’t be what I’m thinking.”
“This must just be a side effect of the drug, yeah, a side effect!”
“Take a cold shower, and the side effect will be gone. That’s it! Isn’t that how it works in novels?”
“Celicia, hang in there! I’ll take you to the cold water!”
Bewildered and panicked, Mu’en reached out to scoop Celicia up in his arms and take her to the bath to “cure” her of the side effects.
But he didn’t succeed.
Because a delicate, pale hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Celicia, seemingly out of nowhere, had awakened.
She stared straight at Mu’en.
Her eyes burned with anger, but soon, the anger dissipated, turning into the confusion of a lost little rabbit.
“Um… Your Highness, let me explain. You’ve just had too much tea and got drunk. I’m just taking you to the bath to sober up.”
Mu’en, whose legs were already trembling, blurted out some nonsense:
“Now that you’re awake, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll be going now.”
Mu’en wanted to bolt because he realized the situation was getting out of control.
Even if he didn’t want to believe it, seeing Celicia like this, how could he not know what was going on?
It was “that” kind of drug!
That damn little “gift” from the mysterious shopkeeper was actually “that” kind of drug!
Damn it, was “that” what the so-called “miracle effect” meant?
A sedative mixed with an aphrodisiac? You’ve got to be kidding me, you scammer! Give me my money back!
There was no way he could stay.
If something “beautiful yet ultimately disastrous” happened here with Celicia, Mu’en couldn’t even begin to imagine how he’d survive.
The worst-case scenario would probably be being executed by a thousand cuts!
But unfortunately…
He couldn’t escape.
Because Celicia’s delicate hand was gripping him tightly.
Even though her hand looked soft and powerless, Mu’en felt like his wrist was clamped in a vice.
It was sheer brute strength.
Once again, Mu’en remembered that Celicia was a woman far stronger than he was.
Want to run?
Ha, no chance.
“Um… Your Highness, stay calm! You’ve got this! With your willpower, you can definitely overcome it!”
Mu’en could only pin his hopes on Celicia herself.
Celicia’s gaze flickered between clarity and confusion.
But Mu’en could clearly see that even when she was lucid, the fire of anger in her eyes was slowly transforming into a different kind of flame.
“Come on, Your Highness! Don’t give in to some measly drug! You can—”
“Thud!”
Mu’en’s encouragement was cut short.
The world suddenly spun upside down.
When Mu’en regained his senses, he found that he and Celicia had switched places.
Mu’en was now lying on the couch.
While Celicia, with her graceful figure, was sitting on top of him.
—
