Bab 87: The beauty from Peru...

Later that day, after gathering supplies from the manor, Adrian, Lilith, and Medea prepared to set off on the next leg of their journey. The air was kind of warm, and the sun hung low in the sky as they packed the last of their provisions onto the horses.

Lilith, in her usual playful fashion, lingered near her puppet soldier—the unfortunate man she had ensnared with her power back in the barracks. He stood at attention with an emotionless face, waiting for her next command.

"Well, darling," Lilith purred, running a finger along the puppet's jawline, "it seems our time together has come to an end." She gave him a playful smirk, but then her tone softened slightly. "You've been such a good little toy. So, what will it be? Stay here in the manor and live out your days in blissful ignorance, or return to the barracks and resume your life?"