Chapter 47.4
It turned out that the dying man was saved by Zell’s dust. The slave was currently being held in the facility’s infirmary for observation. Bash and the others were taken to another room by the security succubus. There they were seated on a soft couch that resembled a bed, and the succubus who claimed to be the director of this facility bowed her head to them.
“We have shown you something incredibly embarrassing. But don’t worry. I assure you that the ‘food’ has been well fed and this will not happen again.”
The succubus who called herself Nion was still poison to Bash’s eyes. She, too, was dressed in the same drab succubus uniform as Venus and the others, but surprisingly, even in her uniform, her chest and buttocks were out of proportion. Even in such trivial things as walking, sitting, or tilting her head, one could see the huge mass in motion.
However, Bash had an idea for the name of this succubus. “Nion, the Smothering.” The pink mist she emitted was so thick that it caused opponents to run out of oxygen and slow their movements. He had never talk to her properly, and had only seen her once on the battlefield. At that time, Bash was not yet famous, and Nion looked at him and laughed, saying, “Don’t stare at me, Orc.” Of course, Nion did not remember. Bash couldn’t stand to have someone like that bow down to him.
“Even if you apologize to me…” Bash said, but Nion did not raise her head. She just said “please” and “humbly”. Only Zell would say “That’s right!” or “I don’t know what you would have done if I hadn’t been there!” but Bash didn’t know what to do. He crossed his arms for a while, waiting for her to raise her head, but it didn’t seem to do any good, so he let his eyes wander. Then his eyes met those of Ludo and Luka, who were sitting next to him.
“Um, Bash.”
“Yeah?”
“If they give them such good food, I think something like this will happen again.”
When he said this, Nion looked up with a start. Her face was filled with strong anger and resentment, as if telling him not to talk too much.