Chương 191: I Understand How Their Brain Works...

I settled into my new environment rather quickly. I would have thought that–Considering her status–Leou would have had a certain attitude to her, and I was fairly certain that she did have one, but just not with me. I am unaware of what I did, but the snow leopard just seems to have been fond of me from the very beginning.

She gave me pretty much everything I asked for without question–Thus, here I was, in a big room with a closet that was steadily filling up with spare sets of clothes, a bed, and a wide window that I could look out from and see most of the city. The place wasn't as big as the attic Beelmart had granted me, but it was more than enough. Leou even put in a huge bed for me, which was useless as I didn't need to sleep, but I appreciated the thought nonetheless.

More importantly, though, I had been using my time to 'perfect' the plan that I had regarding how I was going to assassinate Hulil Boorizar. First of all, I had placed several of my plushies around my new room, which would allow me to warp right back here once I was done. If I happened to cause a commotion after putting an end to his miserable life, it would also allow me to simply run away–With such a perfect way to escape, it should allow me to be much bolder in my actions. …

This wasn't what required most of my attention, though… When I told Leou that I was ready to go, she asked about my plan, but I kept it a secret–Well, I said that I would reveal it if she let me grab her tail, and she just wasn't willing to allow me to do that… Nara made another cryptic comment about this situation, and I eventually found myself riding atop a giant, flying beast within just a few minutes.

As it turns out, she had strong ties with the company that was in charge of the transport of goods in this manner, and although they had suffered greatly because of the Nightmare Plague–As in because of me–They had been able to keep their wits since the company was just too wealthy and influential. It could have fallen, but it had already had a grasp on the market for giant flying creatures, allowing it to prevent others from filling in their role while they built back.

As a successful business owner myself, I could only approve of the methods employed. In any case, since Leou had a close connection with them, she was able to discreetly organise for a shipment to pass close to Hulil Boorizar's residence. The owlfolk's home was supposed to be somewhat hidden, but I was assured that I would easily spot its position from above. … And indeed, from up there, it stood out like a sore thumb.

I wasn't fooled at all by basic illusions because of my undead-like traits, but since I hadn't even mentioned this to Leou, I could only assume that even if they had affected me, it wouldn't have been enough to actually hide the large residence. It was a huge manor made out of dark wood. It was certainly quite large and luxurious for a place inhabited by a disgraced fool… Regardless, I did end up revealing some of my capabilities to make things smoother.

Leou wanted to fake sending a letter through the shipment to make it logical for the beast to land and allow me to get off–But I told her that there was no need. I didn't go into the details, but I had taken 'Reinforced Frame' and 'Shock Dampeners' for a reason. As such, the flying beast had not been ordered to make any stop. I just leapt off when the time was right. I crashed through the branches of tall pine trees before landing against the ground with a loud boom.

Huh, and here I thought I would have to use 'Repair Protocol' as well… I guess I am just that resilient to fall damage. I had gotten to test 'Repair Protocol' back when I unearthed myself, but I had discovered that it wasn't as simplistic an upgrade as I had first thought.

There was the side of mending damage without requiring me to feast, but as it turns out, it could be greatly accelerated by eating some flesh, pulling far more regenerative worth out of meat by having it be channelled through 'Repair Protocol' rather than directly used to fix damage like I used to only be able to do. In any way, my two defensive upgrades proved their value, as despite the fall being absolutely way worse than anything I had endured before, I had come out of it unscathed.

In fact, I had landed on my feet without my leg joints groaning. The only damage that had resulted from this was to the trees I had fallen through and the ground, which now bore the deep imprints of my feet. Alright then, let's move to the topic at hand… I walked a little while, but I eventually spotted the manor. Although supposedly hidden, there was a road that led out of the forest.

Presumably, it didn't used to be here, but Hulil had the tendency of calling a certain kind of 'women' to his residence, it was to the point that he had a road drawn out to make sure they wouldn't get lost. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Weirdly enough, despite being full of bad traits, he was apparently weirdly respectful of the fairer sex. I guess people can be alcoholic failures but still have some good qualities…

He often called the same girls, but his 'appetite' had made him call upon all sorts of women, which was how I intended on gaining entry into the residence–Straight through the front gates, invited in by none other than my target in person. This was where what I had been working on came into play.

Considering the sort of ladies he had called upon in the past, I might actually be able to get inside with my 'Base Form', but just to be certain that I would have the least chances of failing, I had pulled the full weight of the 'Minor Cosmetics' ability of my knightly form. I could do a whole lot using this ability, to the point that I didn't even look like the original version of it anymore, which was good, as I wouldn't want my Silent Knightess persona to be associated with this.

First of all, I went all out on shaping the armour in an attractive manner. I already had killer hips to begin with, but I made sure to work on the chest area as well… I had to get some help from my little sisters, as I was unfortunately unknowing of such manners. All of my womanly curves had been focused on my lower body, so… As weird as it sounded, I only had as much chest prominence as my pectorals were muscular. So I basically had a man-chest–Which did not sound good at all.

Thankfully, my little sisters weren't afflicted with the same lack of prominence in this area as me, so they were able to help actually make it look coherent. I had been hesitating between two designs, though. Which was either just a noticeable bump on the chestplate, or the less subtle option of basically having the two hills clearly defined on the piece of armour. I had seen both designs back in the day when I was interested in becoming a knightess. It brought back memories.

I was still a little gal, and I was wondering about pretending to actually have a chest by wearing armour… Ahh… Back then, I had ended up favouring the former option because it seemed simpler in the sense that the blacksmith wouldn't need to be more skilled in any way to make it compared to a regular chestplate. While the latter option was way more intricate, the average smith would definitely struggle with some so rounded on a piece of armour that was usually way simpler…

I was the smith now, however, and since I was going for something as ridiculously alluring as possible, I went for the second option. It actually felt quite weird. Since I was filled with steel on the inside, my body was actually exactly as it presented on the outside in this form.

With my silhouette trimmed down, especially around the waist, to present hips that looked as wide as possible, and a height elevated by committing what was, in my opinion, a cardinal sin for any knightess, and making my steel boots have damned high heels. … When you were the armour, instead of someone inside the armour, the high heels actually worked way better. After all, how could I ever lose my balance like this? I wasn't actually wearing the high heels. They were literally my feet.

It would be a bit embarrassing to fail to walk with my own limbs. The armour design also featured somewhat sharp claws, or nails, to really evoke femininity, and the helm had a visor added. The usual look of my head in this form was great, but it lacked any holes for someone to see through, which could make people wonder about my identity–Not that it had ever happened, but I wanted to ensure that this job went as well as possible. I removed the cascade of hair from the back.

It was a good false weak point, usually, but simply odd when trying to pass as a real knightess. Lastly, to really show off the curves of this specially-designed knightly form, I got rid of the feathery dress, and instead only had a loincloth tied around the waist. It served no purpose other than to make it so onlookers had their reptilian brain fire up at the sight–I might suck at securing a man for myself, but I knew how their brain worked.

The presence of a sole loincloth would make them subconsciously assume that the armour was akin to bare skin. Thus, it would lead them to believe that it meant that the upper body was uncovered. Nara had been sceptical when I explained this to her, but the results spoke for themselves. When I arrived near the residence from the road, the two men standing guard at the entrance had to do a double-take. What did I tell you, Nara? Apologies if I sound disrespectful, Big Sis…

But how did you repeatedly fail to find yourself a man if you have such intimate knowledge of how men think and view the world? You should be able to get any of them you like in your pocket within minutes with such advanced knowledge… Listen, the men that I like are simply too smart to fall for such a ploy, but here, I am dealing with a fool who–According to Leou's intel–Likes women of species where they are typically two meters tall and bulging masses of muscle. He will definitely fall for it.

In fact, judging by the history of women he has called over to his residence, I can pretty much assure you with one hundred per cent accuracy that he keeps switching between more regular woman, and the giant kind because he is trying to convince himself that he is a real man who dominates, but he always goes back to his true desires–Which is to get stepped on by a stronger woman. Knowing how much you despise men like that, I worry about how you're going to kill him… Oh, Nara… It is a job we are performing.

I'll eliminate him quickly on the first occasion.

"Hum… Halt there! What are you here for, Miss?"

"What else? I am here for the master of this residence. Would you be a darling and go inform him that someone is here to take good care of him?" The two guards looked at one another. They didn't say anything, but I could just tell that they had a silent dialogue that went something like this:"We weren't informed of any guests""Sounds like what the Young Master would order, through""Definitely" One of the guards turned back to me.

"Please wait here, Miss" Easy.