Legacy of Hatred

Liam arched an eyebrow. He obviously knew what Rachel was talking about, but he hadn’t expected such vivid desire. His experience with the matter had also been completely different.

Grace, the courtesan from Kilrest’s brothel, and, in hindsight, Melissa had shown concern at their first interaction with what hung between Liam’s legs, even when his pants still hid it.

Of course, things were very different for Grace now. She wielded what had once worried her with confidence, enjoying herself a lot while bringing plenty of pleasure to Liam.

The forced separation had also opened the floodgates for the spoken side of that change. Liam had lost count of the tempting messages about that part of him, and they often had compliments at the core of any man’s pride.

Instead, Rachel seemed to be already there. She looked hypnotized, even breaking her kneeling stance to lie down, supporting her chin on her palms while her legs rose and fell.

"I had given up on finding someone manlier than Father dear," Rachel kept thinking out loud. "I didn’t think men better than him could exist. I was so, so wrong."

Liam blinked. Being compared to Uriah in that regard was too much for his brain to process.

"I’m glad I’ve been patient," Rachel continued, biting her lower lip. "Now the best of the best will claim my virtue, as it should be."

Liam summoned a new pair of pants at that point, donning them in a hurry, which did little to stop Rachel’s shenanigans.

"I could get pregnant just by looking at it," Rachel sighed longingly, turning to her side, fanning herself with her hand. "Imagine our children. Our sons will be the manliest there is, while our daughters will be legendary beauties."

’Is that how it works?’ Liam casually thought before also donning his upper side. At the very least, he had confirmed that nothing had changed for Rachel. His manhood had somehow left a deeper impression than his lineage.

The Rachel issue could be dealt with later. Liam moved his attention to the still-corroding corpse at his feet, closing his eyes to endure the pain flaring when he forced thoughts to push through his screaming mind.

With tracking methods being so popular in the Great Quiet Desert, the Invincible Oasis Tribe had to know where Andrew had gone. It might have even learned about his death already. The possibilities were endless when magical items were involved.

Andrew also was no Jacob or Chester. He was a pillar of his Tribe, a powerhouse and deterrent who enabled its authority in the Aetacia region.

Given that the three Tribes had two branching experts each, Andrew’s loss had almost halved the Invincible Oasis’ power.

’Would Daniel give up his authority and submit to the other Tribes?’ Liam considered. ’Would he try to weaken the other Tribes to maintain his domain?’

Liam could have seen Laurel bending the knee, but not Daniel. On an instinctive level, he didn’t believe he was that kind of character, and his first target would be obvious.

The Dark Heaven Tribe had Uriah, Amber, and its defenses. Liam had even reinforced them, so a direct attack was unlikely.

Instead, Liam was in the forbidden zone with the Dark Heaven Tribe’s most precious person. Strategically, Daniel had a chance to wound his enemies deeply and level the playing field, or at least start doing that.

Retreating would be the smartest choice. Liam and Rachel could return inside the Tribe and face the aftermath from a position of strength.

However, Liam had barely scratched the surface of his goals in the forbidden zone, and abandoning them, or even delaying them, could have serious political repercussions.

’If I don’t deliver the Heavenly Blossom,’ Liam thought, ’The Red Sandstorm Tribe is likely to side with Daniel. I’m stronger than Caspar, but that still leaves two high-stage branching experts.’

The issue wouldn’t even stop at the powerhouses involved. Two Tribes joining hands meant double the arsenal, and Liam was the key to preventing that.

’I can return Rachel to the Tribe first,’ Liam considered, frowning and checking his side due to the change in the scene.

"Big Brother!" Rachel gasped dramatically, taking Liam’s arm. "Are you unwell? You must be. Allow little Sister to support you."

Liam smelled something off, which soon revealed itself in the form of an enticing softness. Rachel was indeed supporting Liam, but had taken that opportunity to bury his arm in her ample chest.

Before Liam could say anything, foreign anger flared in his brain, accompanied by some pain at the top of his head. The fan had kept hovering around him, and it was now hitting him furiously.

’Can’t you see that I’m the victim?’ Liam cursed in his mind, grabbing the fan to stop it.

"What do we have here?" Rachel giggled, releasing Liam’s arm, hiding her smile behind her hand as she approached the fan. "Is Little Brother jealous? Does he want a hug, too?"

The fan stopped struggling at those words, focusing on Rachel, checking a specific part of her body when she spread her arms.

"Don’t be shy," Rachel insisted, fearlessly seizing the fan from Liam’s hand and bringing it to her chest.

Liam felt the fan’s perplexity, but metallic giggling replaced it once the weapon buried itself between those enticing curves, seemingly having the time of its life.

"What a naughty boy," Rachel commented happily. "But you are cute. Big Sister has taken a liking to you."

Rachel tightened her hug, burying the fan even deeper. It released ecstatic noises, which came to an end once she grabbed its handle.

"But," Rachel said, her voice colder, pulling the fan away, but leaving it right before her chest. "Naughty boys can think only of themselves. You aren’t like them, are you?"

The fan struggled to think straight with the object of its desire so close. It shook left and right in a hurry, desperate to please Rachel.

"So," Rachel added. "Will you do everything Big Sister tells you?"

The fan immediately went up and down, its metallic sounds not needing words to convey its promise.

"We’ll see," Rachel scoffed, releasing the fan. "Come, but gently."

The fan actually held back, slowly returning to Rachel’s chest, looking up before trying to bury itself deeper.

"You haven’t earned it yet," Rachel rejected, shaking her head. "But if you behave, you’ll receive rewards far better than this."

So, the fan remained still, suppressing its excitement while Liam felt everything through the mental connection. His jaw didn’t drop this time, but a comment resounded in his mind at that clear pattern.

’Did Brother Lancelot’s ancestor create it?’ Liam wondered. ’How is this happening again?’

Luckily, a distraction arrived. A series of items materialized around the sizzling corpse, arranging themselves messily. It seemed Andrew’s storage device had ultimately given in to the poison, releasing its contents.