Chương 192: Femme Fatale

"Young Master, there is an unexpected woman asking for you at the gates" The information from the gatekeeper had been passed throughout the manor until it reached a butler, who passed it on to the master of the residence–Hulil Boorizar… The young member of nobility merely raised an eyebrow lazily, throwing one hand up in the air with a limp wrist.

"A lone woman? Did she identify herself?" The butler felt the need to sigh in disappointment as he noticed a gleaming interest in the young noble's eyes. It was clear that the mere mention of a woman asking for him was enough to capture his attention within just a few mere moments, and knowing how he typically did things, this was especially disappointing… …

When only a single woman showed up at the gates, it meant that he desired to partake in activities where he turned his back on his noble status and allowed a woman of lesser status to have 'power' over him. It was a rather bad habit that had earned him ridicule and which he often claimed he was going to get rid of, only to fall right back into it.

Most would find it humorous, but the butler had been in the service of the disgraced noble for a long time, and in his eyes, it felt like watching a helpless alcoholic keep on crawling back toward his vice time after time after time… Just like a profoundly affected addict, the young scion was more interested in the fact that there was a lone woman, than in the fact that she shouldn't be here to begin with.

The butler held back his sigh as well as everything he would like to say–It was meaningless to try and do anything about it now. The corruption should have been eradicated a long time ago… The window of opportunity had long been missed.

"She did not, Young Master. She… Aherm, instead, stated that she was here to 'Take good care of you'..."

"Oh? Hold a moment…" The young noble seemed to suddenly receive a boost as he began walking at a quick pace, quickly finding his way to a window that gave sight onto the gates of his residence before bringing out a small longview from inside of his pocket, taking a good look at the unexpected visitor.

"Young Master, it seems likely that she isn't a well-intentioned guest. Her description does not match that of anyone else who has ever come to the residence. How did she even find her way over here?" The young man stayed silent as his attention focused on the knightess waiting at the gates. She was standing with one hand against her hips, and the other hanging by her side of her body. Her entire posture was clearly thought-out to put her assets into view.

She wasn't the usual kind of lone woman that he would call over, but she definitely filled out all the requirements, and there was just something about her that screamed that she was perfect for the job…

"Butler, let her in""Young Master… Are you certain?"

"I am sure as hell!"

"Very well" The butler walked away, passing by several guards whom he told to be extra careful since they were inviting an unvetted individual into the manor, but he feared that the guards weren't taking this too seriously… The entirety of the residence's personnel was aware of their master's unconventional taste, and knowing how much money he had been funnelling into local 'ladies of the night', it wouldn't be surprising if one smelled the opportunity and decided to try showing up unprompted…

If she were aware of the young nobleman's tastes, then it wouldn't be a bizarre strategy, after all. Inserting herself unexpectedly out of nowhere should definitely be in line with what the noble scion was into. Thus, the armoured woman was allowed in, and Hulil Boorizar was right here to welcome her. She was easily taller than him and had a presence that demanded attention. He felt small and unfit in her presence… Which was exactly what he had been hoping for.

She casually placed one of her fingers beneath his loose neckwear, pulling him forward and upward, making him stand on the tip of his toes as she stared closely at him as a predator would stare at its prey. Hulil could only salute how good she was at this. She might actually be better than any of the other women he had met for such purposes–Already, she had established the hierarchy, and he couldn't even bring himself to say a word without her permission.

It was disgraceful for a man of his status, but he couldn't help but feel like he actually mattered in such cases. He felt more important when placed into a lesser position by a woman than when he actually was a scion at his family's main residence.

"Show me the way to your room" Her voice was even better than he had expected. It sounded like it was coming from behind a thick layer of steel, as though her armour was far heavier than it looked, only hinting at physical strength that far outmatched his own. As such, not just her presence overwhelmed him, but also her brute strength. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it's taken without permission from the author. Report it.

He nodded like an obedient puppy as the nearby servants did their best to maintain their poker faces–They had grown used to this display unbecoming of his status, but it was nonetheless always a challenge to remain perfectly calm when witnessing it firsthand. The master of the residence never truly commanded much respect or authority. When he wasn't indulging in his fantasies, he was just a lazy man who barely even seemed to comprehend that he was the master of this place.

He did not address the servants and guards in the correct manner. His commands lacked any amount of authority. He simply did not seem to care about a thing. Only when in the company of women, or a single woman, did he seem to actually have energy in his bones. His step was steady and focused as he led the knightess to his room. Despite what the butler had said, the servants and guards cleared the surroundings–No one wanted to hear the humiliation that would follow. It was just embarrassing.

Thus, the young noble and the knightess found themselves not simply alone inside the most luxurious room of the entire manor, but they found themselves isolated from all else. Hulil Boorizar couldn't help but look at the knightess as if she were a goddess who had descended from the Divine Realm.

Everything about her was so incredibly alluring that it seemed impossible for a single woman to be so freakishly attractive–The simple addition of a loincloth to the entire thing was enough to make the noble scion red and sweaty. It was only a piece of fabric around the waist, but it redefined the entirety of the armour itself. It was like he wasn't staring at a knightess, but at some sort of knight-woman from a knight-species, and that, rather than an armour, this was her bare body exposed to his eyes…

Of course, he knew very well that a woman of flesh and blood was hidden underneath the armour, but he was hoping that the least amount of the armour would have to be removed… She grabbed his chin, her sharp and pointy claw-like nails slightly dug into his skin as she pushed his head upward, making him stare into the darkness behind the gaps in her visor.

"Turn around" He followed the order with such swiftness that it was almost as if he was magically compelled to do so–He wasn't. He stared directly ahead, so enamoured by her natural air of authority that he didn't even think for a second about peeking behind him, even though he knew that he would probably catch a most eye-blessing sight. Since the windows were directly in front of him, he couldn't even make out the knightess's shadow.

Otherwise, he might have noticed a shadow seemingly popping out of thin air, rising above his guest's head… In the blink of an eye, Hulil Boorizar's vision split apart, his eyes seemed to get further from one another, creating a blind spot in what should be the center of his line of sight… In the next second, all went dark.

Easiest assassination in history, done by yours truly, heheheh… This fool was quite good at following orders, wasn't he? I bet he loved every single second of our exchange. I looked down upon the noble's lifeless body, his skull and half of his chest were split open down the vertical axis, separating the two hemispheres of his brain and slicing apart much of his spine in a single swing. He had no chance of survival. Even though it had seemingly been easy, I had still put a lot on the line to get this chance.

First of all, the workaround I had used to be capable of speech while in my knightly form was to use a 'Voice Box Recorded' removed from my 'Base Form'. Meaning that my number of lines had been limited, it isn't exactly easy to get precise lines, all in the same voice, prepared for this whole debacle. It was probably what had actually taken me the most time in terms of preparation, and even then, had I been asked too many questions, everything would have been likely to fall apart.

Thankfully, the people here were used to their master's eccentricity and could only silently resign when faced with me–A woman who seemingly ticked all of the boxes for what their master would like, showed up. My analysis of Hulil Boorizar's character had been on point. Which had made my plan go quite smoothly. Truly, I was an expert in the mind of man. No comment on this one, please, Nara. Ooh… What are you going to do now, though?

The plan went smoothly, and it doesn't seem like anyone is aware of his death What else? I am going to have a little snack… I transformed back into my 'Base Form' and quickly devoured the remains of the noble, not leaving a drop of blood behind. Even the blood that had seeped into the carpet was drained and sent directly to my non-existent stomach. Currently, I am lacking clothing, but it was just one minor issue of having to switch between different forms…

Wanting to conceal my appearance in case I left survivors, I dug through the departed scion's wardrobes and draped myself with whatever cloaks I could find, ending up looking like a pile of messy clothing given life. It did the job in concealing my general appearance. Now, I just needed to wait until night to begin my slaughter–During the day, it was too risky. Some people were far too likely to be able to run away out of my reach, but that also meant that I needed to make sure that things wouldn't seem suspicious.

I needed to maintain the impression that the 'activities' were still ongoing, so that no one would wonder why everything was lasting for so long in there… Thankfully, I had prepared some voices and sounds with the 'Voice Box Recorder' to help in this endeavour. Naturally, I couldn't allow my ghostly little sisters to hear a thing about that. So they were staying inside the mindscape without any way to actually know what was going on out there for now.

It was too early to let them know about such things–We would have the talk when the time was correct. … My preparations proved effective, as the one time someone knocked on the door, I was able to chase them away with a certain vocalisation of pleasure–Which I may or may not have recorded in the past because I thought–At the time–That it was funny. Regardless of the reason why, it was proving useful now, and that was all that mattered.

Night eventually fell with everyone convinced that their master was having the best time of his life, or experiencing the horrors of a succubus, depending on how they view things. The important bit was that they were unaware that I was roaming the halls now…