Chapter 320 You were kidnapped by us
Aiwass was carried by Bayard to private room No. 1.
Miss Bayard was quite tall—A quick visual estimate by Aiwass revealed that she was nearly 1.80 meters tall. Even so, she was still wearing high heels.
She wore sharp metal half-rimmed glasses and had waist-length black hair. Her emerald green eyes were like those of a noble and arrogant she-wolf, concealing an aggressive apathy.
She easily embraced No. 14's frail, almost frail body. Due to her youth and malnutrition, No. 14's body was so thin it resembled a shadow. Even before becoming a Transcendent, Aiwass could easily carry her with just one hand, and Bayard, the Son of the Moon, was naturally no exception.
And Aiwass curled up in her arms, showing his fragility and harmlessness.
One of her hands gently grasped Miss Bayard's collar, while the other hand curled up helplessly on her abdomen. Bayard's towering breasts pressed against it, and as she walked, she felt a very obvious sense of movement and pressure.
Aiwass closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breathing, which she tried hard to suppress into silence, revealed her nervousness.
This is called "pretending to be asleep".
At the same time, Aiwass was chatting with Shadow Fiend in his heart:
"If I remember correctly... one of the conditions for the creation of a Shadow Demon involves a frustrated person falling from a great height, right?"
She teased the Shadow Demon in her heart, "Are you Miss Bayard?"
As a result, after she said this in her heart, a long silence came from the other side.
"No way, am I right?"
Aiwass was a little stunned.
At this time, Shadow Demon responded in an extremely serious and low voice:
"I am definitely not her. And she is definitely not me."
"--Feel sorry."
Aiwass keenly noticed that Shadow Fiend seemed to be in a bad mood, so he immediately apologized and comforted him.
But another thought immediately popped up in his mind: "Could it be... you are number 14?"
"...What are you guessing about, my lovely little master?"
Shadow Demon was somewhat helpless: "How could I be so weak?"
"So you are Bayard's friend?"
"Stop guessing, my master. Close your eyes and rest."
The Shadow Demon sighed, but his tone became gentler.
——This is completely different from its usual arrogant tone, and instead seems a bit weak.
"You're quite cute today." Aiwass replied in his heart.
"……Oh."
The Shadow Demon sneered and said nothing.
So the more it tried to stop Aiwass from guessing, the more interested Aiwass became.
But after that, no matter what Aiwass said, Shadow Fiend no longer responded.
The distance from the lobby to the suite is not far.
Aiwass was quickly taken to bed—in contrast to the gentle care she had received along the way, she was practically thrown directly onto the bed. Fortunately, the bed was soft enough for her to continue pretending to sleep with her eyes closed. Or rather, to pretend to be dead.
As soon as she lay down, she heard voices coming from the next room. Bayard also heard the voices, so she stood by the wall and listened for a while nervously.
Perhaps for fun, or perhaps to create a more sentimental atmosphere, the suite's soundproofing wasn't great. Rather, it was amplified—just lying in bed, one could hear the voices from the next room with incredible clarity, a kind of resonance. It was like pressing a paper cup phone against the wall.
Considering that the entire Huyue Manor has been reinforced by preservationists, this design was obviously intentional.
The path to love is this: just have fun... the better you are at it, the easier it is to get promoted.
From this perspective, this strange design can actually be considered a reasonable design to enhance the resonance of the path.
But what surprised Aiwass and Bayard was that the voices from the other side weren't just idle chatter during the intermission of a special game - they seemed to be discussing something serious...
And Aiwass clearly heard words like "gargoyle", "self-regulatory action", and "anti-purification".
This made her hold her breath slightly, trying to hear more clearly.
But at this moment, Miss Bayard suddenly pulled off a row of buttons on her chest.
She threw her buttons inlaid with tiny black pearls to the four corners of the room, chanting softly:
"Buttonsmith, Lord of Feathers, Mother of Secrets, give me a cage of silence for cats and pigs."
——This is, a ritual?!
Aiwass was stunned for a moment.
He actually knew this ceremony - his ritual teacher had told him about it before.
"Buttons" symbolize minions, and the Mother of Secrets refers to Shadows, ruler of the realm of shadows. Cats and pigs are ritual allusions... cats refer to women who are drunk or drugged and unable to resist, while pigs represent bound sacrifices or kidnapped victims.
Through this ritual, one can use the "Secret Technique," an extended application of the Silence Technique that doesn't dissolve the sounds within, but rather blocks the communication between the inner and outer realms.
Is Miss Bayard actually a ritualist?
As the ceremony was completed, a misty gray barrier enveloped the room.
It wasn't particularly noticeable... probably like someone smoking for half an hour in a 20-square-meter room, and you could feel the room getting a little foggy the moment you opened the door. But it wasn't so strong as to make you feel like you were in a fairyland.
At that time, the sounds from next door were completely isolated.
Bayard slapped Aiwas hard on the butt.
Bang!
“…Hmm!”
Aiwass no longer pretended to be asleep, but just crawled up with his hands covering his butt and a grin on his face.
She opened her eyes and looked at Bayard, her eyes soft but not frightened, "What do you want to do?"
"You really do know this ritual."
Bayard crossed his arms and said calmly, "What did you just do to me?"
She was still uneasy about the frenzy she had fallen into.
An ordinary Moon Child wouldn't care about such a thing at all. They would simply think it was a treasure they had found - but Bayard was an exception.
She was quite confident in her strong rationality.
That was the excellent self she had cultivated by overcoming various difficulties during her human period. She was able to face all kinds of temptations, enjoy without falling, enjoy without becoming addicted, and maintain her humanity.
The Moon Child's instincts could not affect her.
——That’s why, when her rationality was broken for the first time, when an exception appeared in her cognition... she felt a strong sense of unease.
This was her first time in a private room, so she had no idea it was designed this way. Fortunately, she had been a ritualist in her human life, and thus inherited some of her professional skills. At least this simple ritual could still be performed normally.
This kid... is so tempting.
It was so tempting that she even bit her tongue on the road, using the pain to regain her rationality and calmness.
——Because she suspected that this was a trap carefully set by her enemies.
Perhaps it was a piece of flesh to tempt him into corruption, or perhaps it was to create a weakness for him. Or perhaps her blood was a slow-acting poison, or mixed with a compound that made him addicted.
Countless possibilities swirled in her mind.
Today is an unprecedented time of chaos.
Alchemists and artists fought fiercely, but at the same time they also began to quickly seize various resources. By the time the demonologists and necromancers realized it, they had already become marginalized.
At this time, the powerful Sons of the Moon entered the imperial capital.
They are truly immortal beings—even if slain, they can still be reborn, though they can only be sealed or assimilated. Their most terrifying aspect is their ability to manipulate the minds and desires of others at will. They don't even know if their thoughts are their own, or if they are simply illusions caused by suggestion or enchantment.
These Moon Children collaborated with alchemists and artists.
They generously offered their friendship, inviting renowned alchemists and great artists to their decadent banquets. Eventually, those high-ranking figures either became their own people or simply their food.
And in this case, they have no choice.
The power of the Moon Child expanded like a snowball, and even Bayard himself was once crushed by this madly expanding snowball.
——But at this point, she has become a part of the Moon Child.
But even so, she still refused to completely fall. Perhaps it was her inner reserve, or perhaps it was a subtle unease... This made her take over and calm the group that was in chaos due to her "long disappearance" as if nothing had happened, and then she rarely communicated with other Moon Children.
Until she met "Number 14".
She was like a piece of honey, attracting his attention.
When she looked at No. 14, it was as if she saw her past self—the self who was not required by her parents to practice the rituals rigorously and was still ignorant and innocent.
At that time, she was not yet a ritual mage, nor a witch. She was not the head of a financial group, nor was she an orphan.
Just an ordinary noble lady... a fragile human being.
...And as he looked at her, Bayard felt an increasingly strong and irrepressible evil desire in his heart.
She wanted to defile the other person—to attack her, to tear her apart, just as she had torn apart her own past. Evil thoughts don't arise spontaneously on the path of love, so this must be the manifestation of a thought within her own mind. Bayard wanted to pinpoint the thought that had caused him to lose his composure, so he repeatedly requested number 14 to accompany him.
But today, I still lost control.
Just one step away - if he accidentally sucked her to death, he would be degraded into a true child of the moon.
——A bloodthirsty demon, a corrupted monster.
Bayard's thoughts raced in his mind as he looked at the girl on the bed and thought seriously.
Considering this, No. 14 herself might not know anything. After all, this conspiracy requires sacrificing her own life, and she clearly hopes that he can take her away.
...Perhaps she was just a stepping stone? A key to wavering, to making herself less resolute? After all, even a strong fortress has a weakness, and perhaps they were just trying to create one.
Or maybe the owner of Huyue Manor was trying to show his affection to him, so he chose a girl who suited his taste.
Yes... they still owe me some money. They borrowed money from me to build Huyue Manor last year, and they still have over 300,000 gold coins to pay off. Just 300,000 gold coins shouldn't be enough to harm me... Are they trying to postpone the payment because of cash flow problems?
At this moment, No. 14 suddenly unbuttoned his clothes.
Bayard frowned, held her hand down, and knelt between her legs: "What are you doing, No. 14?"
"You unbuttoned yourself... I just wanted to be like you..."
Member No. 14 spoke in a wronged tone, and Bayard's heart softened, as if he had said something wrong.
……etc.
"—No! You clearly know that this is part of the ritual—"
Bayard suddenly reacted.
She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and annoyed - but because of the suspicion, murderous intent and cruelty in her heart, she felt that the desire in her heart had also been aroused.
never mind.
If you can't bear it, don't bear it.
Her other hand grabbed Aiwas's neck, and she raised her thumb to make Aiwas, who was pressed on the bed, raise his head. "Just tell me what you want to do and what you want, and then pay the price."
Her pupils were gradually dyed with a scarlet halo, and her fangs began to become sharp.
But Aiwass just looked at her intently without saying a word.
But at this moment, a third person's sigh suddenly came from the room.
"She wanted to force me to come out and make me explain myself clearly."
Bayard suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.
Her body instantly disintegrated into many bats, but she was too close to Aiwass - she lay her whole body on Aiwass, which made her and Aiwass completely in zero-distance contact.
At this distance, no bat could escape the prison of shadows.
Countless thin shadow lines shot out from the shadows beneath Aiwass, weaving back and forth in the room, piercing through the bats and nailing them in mid-air.
Aiwass's blushing face showed a satisfied smile, and she lay casually on the bed.
The shadow between the body and the bed spread out like liquid, and then spread across the bed like a snake.
Like a girl lying on the grass looking at the stars, or as if she just wants a hug - she opens her arms upwards, grasping at something in the distance.
"We have kidnapped you, Miss Bayard."
No. 14 smiled sweetly.
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