Chapter 122 And Another One
Chapter 122 And Another One
Sigil walked slowly to a stand lined with dozens of vials filled with strange, glowing liquids. He picked one up, examining it carefully, then turned to the two young masters.
“This one is among the most advanced.”
He took two smaller vials, added a measured amount of the liquid to each, and handed them to Vadia and Magnus.
Their hands trembled. Fear welled in their eyes.
“They’re not perfect, but they’ve been heavily diluted,” he said in his hoarse, rasping voice. “If you ever find yourselves in a life-or-death situation—drink a single drop. Only one. I promise you, it will make the difference. But follow my instructions precisely.”
A dark smile crept across his face as he moved to a different corner of the chamber. Opening a heavy vault chest, he drew several swords and laid them out before the young masters.
“These,” Sigil said, “have been enchanted with frost magic. You should be able to capture—or kill—any of my experimental creatures.”
He straightened, his tone turning cold. “Now go. Do not bother me again. I’m about to begin the next step… and Lord Alexander will arrive soon.”
“Tch. Crazy old man,” Magnus muttered under his breath.
The group had no choice but to obey. Their footsteps faded down the corridor.
Sigil turned back toward the demon’s remains. Slowly, he approached, pulling a small magical scalpel from his belt. He sliced a fragment of flesh that had begun to grow over the creature’s frozen bones and placed it carefully inside a glass container.
He turned to leave—but suddenly, his vision flipped. The world twisted upside down.
He saw his own body still standing as a spray of blood burst from his neck.
A wet thud echoed as his head struck the floor.
For a fleeting instant, his eyes—still conscious—rolled upward, catching sight of two figures at the entrance. One of them held the very glass container he had just filled.
“Shit. It’s always people like him who cause destruction,” Iryoku muttered.
Mr. K turned to him, expression grave. “You hesitated to kill him. I thought you’d go back on your promise to that young demi-human.”
Iryoku’s gaze lingered on the fragment of demon flesh inside the jar.
“I wasn’t sure if this was the right answer,” he said quietly.
He walked toward the frozen remains, lowering the jar. The fragment fell back onto the same spot where it had been cut.
He stared for a moment at the horrific corpse, doubt twisting in his gut. He sighed.
“If what that crazy bastard said is true,” Iryoku murmured, “then we can’t let this thing escape.”
He turned toward the glowing magic stones and the frost-coated apparatuses surrounding them.
“How long do you think these devices will hold?” His eyes drifted toward a nearby stand of vials filled with glowing liquid.
Mr. K hesitated. “I don’t know…” he said uncertainly, glancing toward the same vials.
They exchanged a glance—and both nodded.
“Let’s move,” Iryoku said.
In an instant, they dashed toward the far edge of the cave near the vials. Both men suddenly reached out, grabbing at something midair—something that resisted. The moment their hands touched it, the air shimmered—and an invisible body snapped into view, as if their grip had shattered a cloaking spell.
A tall, slender figure materialized. Iryoku seized her wrist and, with a quick flick of the tendril chain linking him and Mr. K, bound her arms tight.
“Don’t kill me! I’m not your enemy!” a melodious voice gasped—soft, almost songlike.
The invisibility shimmered and broke—revealing a striking tall woman with long black hair, flawless features, and a naked, voluptuous body.
Iryoku and Mr. K recognized her instantly.
“She’s one of the slaves,” Iryoku muttered, dagger already at her throat. “That Laila girl.”
“Please, don’t kill me!” she trembled, tears pooling in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pressed by the tendril’s hold—and Iryoku couldn’t help but notice how her massive breasts bounced with every breath.
Mr. K’s expression hardened. “Aren’t you one of Magnus’s servants?”
She shook her head, voice breaking. “A slave, yes—but I hate him. Him, his family—all of them. The Deathtree line… they’re monsters. You have no idea what they’ve done to people, to demi-humans… to me.” She shuddered violently.
Iryoku’s eyes narrowed. “That’s why you felt off. If you’re here, who was standing beside that blond bastard?”
“A duplicate spell,” she said, swallowing hard. “A puppet. I cast it to protect myself… my chastity.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “Please…”
Mr. K loosened his grip, but Iryoku didn’t. His blade stayed at her neck. “I’m not buying it. I know women like you—deceivers, using their bodies to snare men.”
“Drop it,” Mr. K said coldly.
“What? Are you serious?” Iryoku snapped. “We don’t know if she’ll sell us out—crawl back to her master and slit our throats. Don’t tell me you already fell for her tits. Yeah, they’re big and bouncy—fine, I want to grab them—but who knows how many dicks she’s been through?”
Laila flared, clearly offended. “I told you—I use a doppelganger spell! My real body is clean!”
“I think we can trust her,” Mr. K said quietly. “I see it in her eyes.”
“What—the fuck? With this corny shit?” Iryoku scoffed. “You trying to pull your ikemen moves now? Did you fall in love with her? This is bullshit. I’m the perverted bastard here—I admit it—but now’s not the time.”
“I’m not interested in her,” Mr. K replied, voice cold.
Iryoku made a face and took a half step back, one eyebrow raised. “So it’s true… you really are a pussy, huh? Knew it.”
“Enough,” Mr. K snapped. “Tell us everything—layout, guard rotations, Alexander’s castle, when he’s arriving—so we can kill him.” He turned to Laila. “Now. Start talking.” His tone left no room for argument.
The three of them slipped silently through the tunnels, snaking toward the prison’s outer steel door. Mr. K carried Laila on his back as they crawled along the ceiling.
Iryoku’s eyes flicked to the enormous breasts squashed against Mr. K’s back. His tongue brushed his lips without thinking. He sighed low. “Damn… God gives bread to those without teeth.”
They reached the heavy gate—dozens of warriors posted on guard.
“There’s too many,” Iryoku whispered. “And we only have these weapons…”
Laila’s soft, melodic voice floated up. “I can distract them… for a couple of seconds.”
Iryoku didn’t trust her, but he shut up. He glanced at Mr. K—who already looked convinced. Dumbass, he thought.
Laila dropped from the ceiling, landing softly with no sound. Her tits and ass bounced slightly as she began walking forward, hips swaying deliberately, her bare skin catching the torchlight. In that instant, her whole vibe shifted—sultry, dangerous.
“This fucking seductress…” Iryoku couldn’t help being snared for a second, feeling his cock already rock hard under his pants. He side-eyed Mr. K for a moment. The catman just looked down at the guards, focused. Iryoku shook his head and prepared himself.
“Ah—excuse me!” Laila called sweetly, crossing her arms under her naked breasts to make them even more prominent. “I got lost!”
The warriors turned, startled.
“What are you doing here?”
“Isn’t that Lord Magnus’s woman?”
“Damn, look at her… those tits.”
“Are you crazy? If Lord Magnus hears—”
“Dear warriors,” Laila giggled, voice lilting like a song. “Can you show me the way to my master? I’m really dumb, hehe…”
A few stepped forward—their motions slow, dreamlike, as if pulled by the rhythm of her voice.
Iryoku lost focus for a heartbeat— an animal urge surged through him to grab the black-haired woman and fuck her senseless. A chill crawled up his spine as he forced his head to clear and picked out the hidden, melodic thread in the air. “A spell…?” he breathed.
Before anyone could react, CLASH. A blur of motion cut the corridor.
Fast. Precise. Deadly.
Iryoku and Mr. K hit in perfect sync, carving through the guards like lightning. One man snapped out of the trance, sword half-drawn—too late; a dagger flashed beneath his chin and he fell silent.
Iryoku lunged at Laila, blade to her throat. “What the hell was that?” he demanded.
Mr. K caught Iryoku’s wrist. “Not now.”
Sweat beaded on Laila’s forehead. She backed toward Mr. K. “I—It’s a spell from my family line,” she stammered. “I cast it to protect myself—”
“If you’ve got something like that, why haven’t you killed your master?” Iryoku cut in. He glared at the cat-man. “You didn’t feel it?”
“Feel what?” Mr. K asked, still scanning the shadows.
“Maybe it doesn’t work on pussies,” Iryoku sneered.
Laila’s shoulders shook. “I’m not strong enough to take them on alone. But you—you have power. I’ll hold them off. I told you I want the same thing you do. I swear I’ll help.”
“I’m telling you, she’s not trustworthy,” Iryoku muttered under his breath.
Mr. K crouched and picked up a sturdy sword. “This one’s better,” he said, dropping the chipped machete.
Iryoku grunted and grabbed a sword too. “Tch. Might as well upgrade.”
“Then we do what we agreed,” Mr. K said flatly. “Next step—take out Magnus and Vadia while they’re distracted by the demons.”