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Chapter 18: Her Dressing Room with Her [2.3K]

"Is this the place?" Although Ansel was doubtful, he would respect all of Eula's choices since she was the one desiring to purchase clothes. 

They had been strolling the streets for a substantial period, and Eula had finally decided to conclude her reward time by buying clothes.

Leaning into Ansel's arm, the woman whispered into his ear, "Master, I have heard from my sisters at his manor that… the dressing room of this store…"

"has~exceptional ~soundproofing~"

"... I am not yet so desperate," Ansel replied, looking somewhat helplessly into her seductive, black eyes. "Cherish your well-deserved reward time, Eula."

"But this is the reward I desire, Master... the most meaningful reward."

Her nimble, piano-playing fingers subtly crept under Ansel's clothing, lightly scratching his abdomen like a kitten. Along with the warm breath fluttering at Ansel's neck, her touch was fanning his desire.

"I want you to lead me to paradise, right next to Miss Marlowe."

Miss Leclerc, resting her chin on Ansel's shoulder, trembled with happiness as she spoke these words,

"Please... you cruel demon, my merciful master, satiate my humble craving."

The upright Master Ansel sighed, "After you've put it like this, which demon could deny his follower?"

.

"What are you two muttering about—huh!" 

Miss Marlowe, standing on the street with her arms crossed, received another shock. It was already the twelfth time today that she had been shocked. If she could maintain this number, it would be an impressive improvement compared to yesterday's sixteen times.

"Come on in, Seraphina," Ansel, who was holding Eula around the waist, took a glance at the stomping Seraphina.

"I'm not buying! I have no interest in these dresses!"

"But your figure is similar to Marlina's, don't you think you could help buy some for your sister?"

Ansel's lips curled upward, playing a card Seraphina couldn't refuse.

The white-haired young wolf paused, looking at the dresses in the window, seemingly imagining her sister dressed in them.

"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt." She coughed awkwardly, "I owe you the money."

"Consider it a gift for Miss Marlina. I'm in a good mood today." Ansel glanced at Eula, who was nestling in his arms and starting to gasp lightly.

"A gift for Marlina..." Hearing this, Seraphina instantly became alert, "What are you planning?"

The young girl's suspicious look made the young nobleman want to laugh, but he didn't say much, just shrugged, "Then you can keep owing me, Miss Marlowe. But be careful not to fall into debt."

"Hah, that's quite a joke."

With a toss of her head, Seraphina strutted into the clothing store, chin held high and full of confidence.

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Despite her persistent aura of a savage, Seraphina was transformed by the attire meticulously designed by Ansel and crafted by Bernarl. 

The enhancement of her appearance, combined with the extraordinary clothing, rendered her a perfect epitome of a cool beauty, provided she remained silent.

Upon her entrance, a shop assistant greeted her with a smile. Seraphina turned to Ansel, "Hyd — Uh, boss, how many can I buy?" 

In an effort to prevent the dating from becoming dull, Ansel had employed an alchemical potion for a simple disguise. After all, the entire town and territory of Red Frost knew the golden-haired, ocean-eyed handsome young man was none other than the renowned Lord Hydral.

Seraphina, despite being cautioned, had referred to Hydral several times during their outing. 

The consequences of this need not be elaborated; she was, at least now, able to rectify her mistake.

"Thirty minutes," Ansel gestured, "Choose whatever you like within that time frame, and you may have it." 

Seraphina rarely questioned the sincerity of Ansel's propositions now. Despite his many flaws, his generosity was indisputable.

The young girl gleefully wandered around the store, while Eula, adept at adorning herself, swiftly selected several garments and sauntered towards the fitting rooms.

On the other hand, Seraphina, who had never been granted such "laissez-faire", was extremely liberal in her selection. She picked whatever caught her eye, causing the attendant to break out in a cold sweat. 

Had it not been for the exceptional composure of the young nobleman who entered with her, the attendant would have suspected the girl of robbery.

"Ah...that should be enough. Where are the fitting rooms? I wish to try these on." 

Seraphina, holding a pile of clothes nearly taller than herself, asked with a tilted head. 

The attendant pointed the way with a twitching smile, "Over there."

"♪♪♪~" The girl hummed a peculiar tune as she strode towards the fitting rooms.

She first attempted to open the first door, but it was locked. She quickly realized, "Eula, are you changing?" 

"Yes...I'm still changing," came the faint response. Had it not been for Seraphina's keen hearing, she would have failed to discern it. 

"I didn't see you earlier, why is it taking so long?" 

She entered the adjacent fitting room, asking loudly. 

"Because the clothes I chose are...quite...hehe…difficult to change into."

"Difficult to change? What's so difficult about changing clothes...Achoo!" 

Seraphina sneezed involuntarily amidst her complaints. She rubbed her nose with a disgruntled expression, "Such a strong perfume smell, what's wrong with this shop? It's going to ruin my nose."

"Difficult because...they are, too, hum, tight..." 

"Tight?" Seraphina, struggling to fit into a dress, paused, "But you're not fat." 

"Maybe I was...en…overconfident about myself." 

Listening to the fluctuating voice from the adjacent room, Seraphina felt that the pursuit of beauty could be strange. If it doesn't fit, why force it? Isn't that self-torture?

"Well, you keep trying. I won't disturb you." 

"... No, Miss Seraphina, let's keep talking." 

As Seraphina looked at her reflection in the mirror, she began to imagine what her sister might look like, casually responding, "I'm fine with that, what would you like to discuss?"

"Miss Seraphina, you were also brought to Red Frost City by the Count of Red Frost, weren't you?" 

"Tch, can we not mention that fat pig?" Seraphina retorted with clear displeasure, "Yes, one of the Count's goons came to our village wanting to take my sister. I was worried and decided to come along—not that we were captured. I could have beaten them, but I didn't want to involve the village." 

"Then you were taken to the master?" 

"...I'm not quite clear about what happened that day." 

The young girl deliberately avoided the topic, not wanting to discuss in front of others how she and her sister were stripped bare and thrown onto Ansel's bed.

"I'm the same as you, Miss Seraphina, except that I was captured much earlier, about...hum, two years ago." 

Eula, still struggling with her clothes in the next room, caught her breath before continuing, "I was imprisoned and trained to be a tool for enticing nobles." 

"Hmph! That beast, smashing his swine head is too good for him!" Seraphina pounded the wall in indignation.

Eula comforted her swiftly, "I am fortunate, perhaps because... ah... my qualities are superior. A precious tool… like myself, is dedicated to great individuals, hence, my existence has not been utterly miserable."

"Great individuals... wait!" Seraphina jolted into realization, disbelief in her voice, "You're referring to Hydral? The Count of Red Frost sent me and my sister to him, and you as well?"

"He is a lustful spirit or what?!"

"Hehehe... Miss Seraphina," Eula chuckled, "If our master were that sort of person, what do you think would be the state of you and your sister now?"

Having changed into another dress, Seraphina was stunned for a moment before she muttered, "That seems right, he is in fact quite respectable in that regard, he has never laid those dirty lewd eyes upon me and my sister."

Even when she was completely unclothed, his gaze was never particularly lewd—this was something Seraphina would never admit.

After saying that, it seemed like Seraphina could hear Eula's mirthful chuckle from her side.

"That's right, the master is a very~ respectable individual, indeed, ah, mmph."

"You've truly had it tough, Eula," Seraphina stood in front of the mirror, hands on her hips, then twirling around, trying to look girlish. But after looking at herself, she wanted to destroy the mirror with a punch, saying disheartedly, "That guy is so annoying, why do you seem to like him so much?"

"Because the master saved me, Miss Seraphina. He granted me a new life, he showed me—ahh!!"

A sudden rise in voice from the other side of the wall startled Seraphina, "Are you alright? How can dressing be this difficult?"

"…Finally, I am fully dressed."

"Er… is it necessary to struggle this much?"

Eula sighed gently, "This is the path to becoming a lady, Miss Seraphina."

Seraphina laughed heartily, "What does that have to do with me? I'm not going to be a lady."

"I believe you will yearn to become a lady, Miss Seraphina," Eula laughed mysteriously, "Once you've tasted that joy."

"???" Poor Miss Seraphina was utterly confused, not understanding what Eula was implying.

Anyway, she was being tormented by these clothes, all thanks to Hydral!

"Tricking me into trying on clothes, he's not going to laugh at me after I've changed into a dress, is he?" The girl murmured suspiciously.

The very next second, the current passing through her neck made her body go weak, instinctively propping herself up against the wall.

"Hy...dr…al!" Seraphina, who was bracing herself against the wall, gritted her teeth, "You pervert, are you peeping at me?!"

"Miss Seraphina? What's the matter?"

"That maniac is shocking me again! Ugh, ah, ah—!"

"Hehe… the master is very sensitive to malice, even if he's sitting outside, he can sense you badmouthing him~"

"I didn't—ugh, oh!"

Seraphina discovered that the bastard Hydral had withheld information about the collar, he could control not only the magnitude of the current but also its direction. Hence, the shock never harmed her organs, the current simply roamed her muscles, sometimes... sometimes it would dart towards some strange places!

This time, it darted to a very strange place.

Seraphina quickly covered her mouth with one hand and supported herself against the wall with the other, her upper body was forced to bend nearly ninety degrees due to the frequent shocks, her soft waist arched tightly.

She didn't know that on the other side of the wall, the gentle and friendly Miss Eula, was also in the same position.

Just a wall separated the two.

"Huff… huff…"

After the numbness and tremors subsided, Seraphina gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed red with a mix of anger and embarrassment, only she knew the proportions.

"You...bastard… Hydral… you...wait…"

Seraphina, who had collapsed to the floor out of exhaustion, caught her breath and then knocked on the wall, "Eula, are you alright? Can you come over and help me? I've been electrocuted by that guy, can you help me see if these clothes are suitable for my sister?"

"Mm… mm… I'll be… alright… soon…"

"Oh, are you changing? If it's too difficult, don't force yourself."

But the other side didn't have the strength to speak anymore, only the light, suppressed panting remained.

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After approximately five minutes, the rosy-cheeked Eula slipped into Seraphina's dressing room, her face a picture of astonishment. "Why... there are so many clothes."

"He told me I could take as many as I wanted, why should I let him off lightly!" Seraphina puckered her lips, standing up and taking Eula's hand.

"Indeed... In that case, Seraphina, you should disrobe first."

Seraphina glanced at Eula and, without a second thought, promptly undressed.

"Miss Marlina's figure is similar to yours, isn't it, Miss Seraphina?"

"I guess so, though she's a bit heavier than me, with a bit of soft flesh on her waist and stomach — you mustn't tell her this, she'd scold me!"

Eula admiringly touched Seraphina's perfect abs. "No girl could compare to you, Miss Seraphina, it's not Miss Marlina's fault."

"Heh heh, at least I'm confident about that!"

Eula smiled softly and silently, starting to select clothes for Seraphina, or rather Marlina. Her experienced and discerning eye quickly found several flawless dresses in the pile of clothes that Seraphina had brought. Each one looked serene and sweet on her.

"...It's wonderful."

The woman with lifeless eyes whispered as she watched the delighted girl twirling in the mirror.

"You truly are wonderful, Miss Seraphina."

"Hehe, really? Well, I'll thank you on behalf of Marlina then, you have great taste, Eula... Eula?"

Before Seraphina could finish her sentence, the woman behind her suddenly embraced her.

"What are you doing?" The girl was clearly taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"Why did you reject the master, Miss Seraphina?"

Eula murmured softly, "I so wish I could be like you, receiving the master's unconditional attention and favor."

A confused Seraphina looked puzzled, "What are you talking about? What attention, favor, and what has Hydral done? Did he bully you?"

"...No, it's nothing, just consider it the ramblings of a lunatic."

Eula quickly let go and smiled faintly, "Time is almost up, Miss Seraphina, I believe these few dresses should be enough. If we take too many, Miss Marlina might not accept them, right?"

Although she still didn't understand what was going on, Seraphina's character and understanding dictated that she didn't dwell on things that didn't warn her instincts. So, after scratching her head, she nodded and left with the clothes.

Outside, Ansel, with a grin, watched Seraphina strut out, "You scared the sales associate with your determination to take the whole store, Miss Seraphina."

"Don't make me sound like a robber! I haven't settled the score with you yet—"

"Hmm?" Ansel touched his neck, "Settle what? A score?"

Seraphina's body jerked involuntarily, as though she had been shocked.

"You!"

Filled with indignation, the young wolf could only swallow her bitterness, waiting until she got home to vent to her sister.

Eula watched Ansel and Seraphina's natural interaction in silence, her dark eyes revealing nothing.

"My dear musician," that intoxicating voice resonated in her ear, "Are you happy today?"

He looked at her tenderly.

"Yes." The woman, reborn from the abyss, curtsied, lifting the hem of her dress, and showed her devil a sweet and blissful smile.

"As long as I can be by your side, my anticipation for tomorrow always surpasses that of today."

Her lustreless eyes spoke volumes of her deep affection and obsession.


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Chapter 19: About Conspiracy

In the study of Ansel, numerous maidservants were diligently packing his luggage.

"Saville." Ansel, having reviewed the final document of the day, stretched his weary limbs. "How are the two Barons?"

"It is precisely that which I wished to report, young lord."

Saville offered a slight bow. "The Baron of Iceberg and the Baron of Howling Wind, they both display a certain level of anxiety, especially the Baron of Iceberg, who fears he might not be able to await your arrival."

"...Indeed?"

Ansel leaned back against his chair, gently tapping his desk with his forefinger. "When did this happen?"

"Half an hour ago, it was conveyed through your private communication channel."

The elder spoke softly: "You were dealing with the affairs of the Red Frost territory at the time, so I responded on your behalf."

"Unable to await my arrival..." Ansel repeated Saville's words in a soft murmur, unable to suppress a chuckle. "The world is truly absurd, isn't it, Saville?"

"While they dread death at the hands of others, they yearn for the one I bring."

"Because you are merciful," Saville replied calmly, his voice firm.

As if the notion of a "merciful death" was a perfectly logical idea in his perspective.

"If that's the case," Ansel gripped his snake-headed scepter and rose, heading towards the balcony.

The young noble, whose reputation in the Red Frost territory had ascended to a baffling height, chuckled lightly, "Well, I can't keep them waiting. Failing to keep one's promises is a grave dishonor for the House of Hydral."

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Standing on the balcony, Ansel surveyed the orderly piles of gifts from the commoners of Red Frost City in the courtyard.

Every day, commoners would bring items from their homes, and Ansel would randomly select a few to accept, returning equally valued trinkets a few days later. If the gifts were innocent offerings from children, he would take them all and make a thoughtful response.

Since he was seven, Ansel had been practicing this ritual in the lands of Hydral, happily allowing the commoners with limited access to information to perceive Ansel of Hydral as a kind and benevolent person. Whether it was for show or to garner public affection, he had been consistent for nine years, without any pretense.

The young Hydral not only reveled in the fear and awe he inspired in others, but also warmly welcomed fervent and sincere admiration. As he had once told the Count of Red Frost: a villain who can't even earn affection is hardly worthy of being called a villain.

"Meli, inform Seraphina to prepare for departure... Oh, and summon Marlina for me."

"As you command, Master."

The maidservant in the study offered a slight bow and gracefully set off to fulfill Ansel's orders.

During this brief waiting period, Ansel, stroking his snake-headed scepter, was lost in thought.

He did not possess Seraphina's terrifyingly uncanny intuition, but his vast memory library offered him a wealth of knowledge from another world, far ahead of this era - knowledge in various fields.

This accumulation of "experience" proved far more reliable and useful than Seraphina's yet immature intuition.

"Death… is it? Are you genuinely revealing your fear to me, or are you attempting to cover your tracks as you plan your escape, Baron of Iceberg?"

The mere thought of the intricate plots behind this journey brought a slow smile to Ansel's lips.

To him, these conspiracies were like poorly wound balls of yarn in a child's hands. The technique was clumsy, and the material of the threads was inferior. Unraveling them required little thought, just a simple tear, nothing simpler.

But... for his Seraphina, chaos was the most nourishing of meals. He hadn't expected the opportunity for her first growth spurt to arrive so swiftly.

Ansel had no interest in a spoon-feeded Sky Wolf Emperor. If he was to feed Seraphina up, why would he go through all the trouble of trying to tame the restless young wolf?

"How fares our Miss Seraphina, Saville?" inquired Ansel.

"…She…" Saville, typically resolute and decisive, showed an uncharacteristic hesitation. 

"Her circumstances are somewhat peculiar, young lord. I have never seen a Crystal Staircase like hers."

The extraordinary beings who tread the Heavenly Road lack the ability to independently absorb transcendental elements before reaching the throne of the third stage. 

The Keystone of the first stage and the Crystal Staircase of the second stage require specialized rituals and an array of tools to utilize and absorb transcendental materials. 

Precisely because of this, the hierarchy of the empire is as stable as an unmelting iceberg at the pole.

Of course, the Heavenly Road isn't the only path to transcendence. Otherwise, the empire wouldn't harbor so many rebels, both overt and covert. It's just that the other path may come at a greater cost.

As for Seraphina's Crystal Staircase…

"She withdrew from the Frost Tower at the age of twelve, and four years have passed since then." 

Saville furrowed his brow. 

"In these four years, Miss Seraphina has not absorbed any transcendental elements. She should have fallen from the Crystal Staircase to the Keystone long ago, but from my observations over the past few days… the reality is quite the opposite."

"Not only has she not fallen to the Keystone, the solidity of her Crystal Staircase is unheard of." Saville turned to Ansel, who was smiling. 

Knowing that his master was not surprised, he had no further doubts about Seraphina's oddity. "Although her physical specialization is ordinary, no… one can't say ordinary for such extreme physical specialization. But speaking only in terms of the Crystal Staircase, she indeed merits the title of a prodigy."

To someone of Saville's caliber, a "prodigy" was not merely someone with so-called "exceptional" abilities. It referred to an individual with a quality so extraordinary and suffocating that it trivialized concepts like "effort," "sweat," and "dreams," reducing them to meaningless dust. 

The prodigy he spoke of was an undeniable, absolute prodigy.

Ansel merely chuckled at this, not saying much. If battle prowess was the sole criterion, Seraphina was undoubtedly the strongest among the four heroes. Her talent on the path to transcendence was merely one of the countless glories awaiting her in the future. 

The more he thought about it, the more elated Ansel became.

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"Master," a knock on the door was followed by Mel's voice from outside the room. "Miss Marlina and Miss Seraphina have arrived."

"Come in."

Ansel did not return to his desk but sat directly on the balcony, watching the sisters approach, each with their own grace—one reserved and deferential, the other nonchalant and carefree.

Marlina was dressed in clothing chosen by Seraphina—or more accurately, Eula Leclerc. She wore a simple and elegant pale blue dress, layered with a wool vest. This outfit added a touch of fashionable flair to the lovely country girl while preserving her innocent sweetness. 

The girl with her snowy hair braided into a large twist curtsied to Ansel, lifting her dress. With Meli's guidance, Marlina's etiquette had become very standard, a model of ladylike decorum compared to her sister.

"Lord Hydral, what might you require of me?" 

Marlina's voice was soft, her demeanor dignified, and her expression calm. 

Yet beneath her composed exterior was a heart that could hardly contain its excitement.


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