Shadow of the Evil God

Cesar held her and sat up, still a little conscious. In a trance, she leaned forward and whispered his name. The sound was sweet, like a soft feather touching his heart, making him feel itchy.

If she were fully awake, she would not have spoken like that.

In the glow of the morning light, her elven body was completely exposed to the chill of the early morning, and her skin looked even whiter. Due to this overly thorough contact, he would let out a long breath of stimulation when he moved a little, and the stimulation she felt seemed even more intense. Not only did she hum non-stop, but her face was also flushed.

When Cesar tried to pull away, Phils bent even lower, pressing her pretty face against his chest, her narrow shoulders drawn inward, her back curved like a crescent. Her waist was slender, tapering downwards, forming a full curve as it approached her hips. Her skin was crystal clear and smooth, with only a few scratches from her fingers, so tender that it seemed as if it would break if pinched.

Under the intense desire of the morning, her charming and lovely demeanor gradually blurred, making it impossible to distinguish time and place. He just wanted to eat everything about her, the perfect and imperfect, even the morbid and paranoid. He lowered his head and kissed her open lips, tasting the salty saliva that overflowed from the corner of her lips.

At this moment, he felt that the more he struggled, the stronger the resistance he encountered and the hotter her body became.

Phils was trembling and shivering, breathing soft breaths into his face. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the coals were as red as her face. The flames rose slowly and finally crackled and exploded, splashing a large shower of sparks.

Cesar exhaled slowly, reached out and touched her face, and saw that she was half dazed and half confused.

Drunk, she bit his finger again.

Whenever she found it difficult to control her strong emotions, she usually would not kiss him, but would bite him somewhere. Even if it was his tongue, she would pull it away like a cat.

Waiting for him to tease her little tongue

When it was enough and she had bitten enough, he took out his saliva-covered finger and slid it off the tip of her tongue, which she had stuck out a small end of.

Although the skin covering her abdomen had become muddy, Fils remained languid, as if drained of all her strength. Her head bent downward in a supple, almost boneless position, her vision hazy, and she mumbled something incomprehensible. She leaned back, her knees touching and clamping the paralyzed snake, then relaxed. She then fetched a bottle of medicine and, after a long pause, applied it.

The potion was quite pungent, irritating Cesar so much that his mouth twisted, his face practically distorted, and he could barely stop inhaling. Phils blinked and leaned closer, first admiring his uneasy expression, then smiling with a hint of satisfaction. She leaned closer, tickling his chest with her fingers, and let him kiss her slightly parted lips.

"Let me relieve the burning sensation for you." She sighed against his lips and grabbed the restless snake head with her clumsy but delicate hands.

This guy's smile had a certain smugness about it, but it made him look even cuter. Paired with her flushed cheeks, he looked incredibly charming. His eyes were slightly arched, highlighting his usually subtle slanted eyes. His small nose was straight, and his lips were moist and shiny, as if carefully embellished, making them look even smaller.

Her hands were slender and warm, and her fingers, though unused at first, soon displayed their extraordinary dexterity, capable of captivating people with the slightest touch.

Cesar placed his hands on Phils's round buttocks. Seeing she only moaned softly, he gripped them tightly, sinking his fingers into them. Then he leaned in and kissed her lips, practically swallowing them whole. The hazy whispers, the strange throbbing sensation, the sweet nectar that kept flowing from her lips, and the faint taste of blood were all extremely obvious at that moment.

Cesar could clearly feel that she was flowing through his veins like poison injected by a snake, lingering around and seeping into his heart.

For a moment he felt that his senses were filled with her, and only the sound of the morning bell outside the window prevented them from overflowing.

They both seemed to be in a trance. After a long while, Phils finally raised her hand and licked the palm of her hand, as if she was tasting the taste of freshly baked food. Then she took her index finger, which was so mushy that the nail was invisible, and sucked it for a while. When she had bitten it enough, she immediately stuffed her saliva-covered finger into his mouth and did not take it back until it was clean.

"Although you will feel apathetic and unresponsive throughout the day," she claimed, "it doesn't matter. When you return to your room at night, you will be completely fine."

Cesar shrugged, helpless at her little thought. "When you were little, did Corinne punish you for playing tricks on others?" he asked as he got out of bed and put on his pants.

"She completely ignored me, and I completely ignored her," said Fields.

"So there's no one here?"

Hearing this, Phils reached over to his back and hugged his neck tightly. "What do you want to say?" She started biting his ear again.

When Cesar stood up, she was still hanging on it, her two little feet swinging back and forth behind him, kicking his butt and thighs from time to time.

"I think I should take over this task. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you won't do something more extreme in the future," Cesar said.

"You want to be my dad? That's what a father does. I won't let anyone discipline me!"

"You're too sensitive, Fei." Cesar let her hang on him and walked towards the bathroom.

"And what could possibly be wrong with what happened last night?" Firth asked. "Didn't you feel a sense of euphoria when you were suffocating? I saw the ancestral records clearly saying it would happen... Did I miss a step?"

"I don't feel flattered. Your ancestors were a bit too extreme."

"But when our ancestors were still alive, our Soholi school was great. If I could be like her, I could definitely do better. She has so many personal records. Even if I could learn just a little bit, I would benefit from it for the rest of my life."

"You don't need to learn about your private life as well."

"I didn't learn everything. I just tried the ones I really wanted to try," said Phils.

Cesar bent over the basin to wash and put her on a chair. "Is there anything more extreme?" he asked.

"From what I've heard," she pondered, "the ancestors would often become compelled to strangle or dismember a person within a few days, toss the body onto the altar, and offer it there before moving on to the next. They could never have imagined that someone who had walked the path of Analik was not only sane but capable of such deadly pursuits. Now they are all mine."

"If you still want to go to a big city to witness new changes in thought, you'd better leave your ancestors far away."

"I know, but when I saw you yesterday, I couldn't help myself. Now I feel that the depressed mood I've had recently has improved. I haven't felt this good in more than ten years."

"If you are temporarily satisfied, then I hope

I hope you won't torture innocent people like your ancestors did."

"Will it?" Phils asked with a blink.

"You'll lose control sooner or later." Cesar splashed water on his face. "You've been too influenced by certain people in the past. The moral values ​​back then were different from what they are now, and the status of your school was also different from what it is now.

There are some things that cannot be done now, and I don't want you to follow the path of people like Earl Thane."

"Okay." She grabbed an apple, threw it into the air, and caught it again with her hand. "But you have to stay with me the whole time, otherwise I might accidentally go astray."

"You're a real snob," he added, "and you've already led me astray all night."

"You're clearly enjoying it yourself, so how can you say it's a wrong path?"

"Enjoyment can't be an excuse." Cesar raised his eyebrows. "I have to confirm who I am and what I am doing, otherwise I will be lost and don't know where I am going."

"Um......."

Seeing Phils lost in thought, Cesar casually snatched the apple she tossed up and took a bite himself. "What's your reason for making this offer?"

She immediately pounced on him, biting into the piece of apple he'd just gnawed off. It wasn't their lips touching, it was their mouths colliding. He'd clearly already taken most of the bite, but she pushed forward, snatching more from his mouth. By this time, the apples in both of their mouths were stained with their own saliva.

"I don't know why." Phils licked the sweetness of his upper lip with her nimble little tongue, as if she wanted to snatch away the taste so that no one else could steal it. "If I have to say, I'm just happy to be with you. Maybe that's the reason."

"Okay, can I go out for training now?"

"No, wait until I finish eating the taste in your mouth."

Chapter 48 A More Suitable Position

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"Don't go yet, Askrid," Thane said.

He had just declared the meeting over and watched the local nobles and petty bureaucrats who had attended the meeting rise and leave. These people had been around him for decades, considering him the core of Noien and the symbol of maintaining order in the city, but it suddenly occurred to him that he had not paid attention to worldly political affairs for a long time.

Apart from winning over a few of the most powerful and capable people to his side and exchanging their loyalty for the gifts of the true God's rituals, the others have been doing their own thing for many years.

The thought of not really knowing anyone in this place, at least not those involved in the ritual, made Sean feel distraught.

Sean gave each departing person a curt nod, his mind lost in thought. He had so many ritual triggers, just a few of which could cause people's flesh to deform and their minds to go mad, but he couldn't use any of them. This was simply the most painful thing in the world.

It would be nice if we could send everyone off with a grand dinner.

This noisy meeting hall, this castle that had been passed down for centuries, the ever-expanding Noyen, and the Domini Kingdom that was increasingly troubling him...

Soon, Askrid was the only one left in the meeting room. Servants busily cleared the long table, swept the mess on the floor, and took away the greasy plates. Askrid also walked to the side of Sean's bench.

"If you need anything, you'd better let me know before I leave the city to scout the enemy situation." said the blond commander.

"I want to know your opinion on what happened yesterday," said Thain.

"A spy taking advantage of the situation to create chaos in the city? I'm not responsible for that. You should go talk to your intelligence officer. I'm responsible for the public affairs, and he's responsible for the private affairs."

"No, I mean the artillery fire to suppress the dog pit riot, Askrid."

"Is that a rare thing?"

"It's nothing surprising," Sean stroked his beard, "but it's strange that this method was proposed by a fugitive sacrifice."

Askrid frowned and thought for a moment.

"Is he beginning to make you uneasy, my Lord?" he asked finally.

"There are so many people and things that disturb me, enough to fill a book, and he wouldn't even make it to the first few pages," Thain said.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"I want to know what you think of him, and why you are so tolerant of his affairs?" asked Sean.

Askrid didn't answer immediately.

"Do you remember?" Sean continued, "what did we say under the castle when I led you through the mists of the secular world and across the boundary of ignorance to the other side?"

"You said that we always choose those with wisdom to share everything we have and invite them to become our compatriots. After passing through the fog of worldly affairs, the relationship between us compatriots is even better than that between close relatives."

"Don't you remember the second half of the sentence?"

"We should also be wary of those who dissent from us and be cautious about our own judgment."

"Are you a victim of this bad judgment, Askrid?"

"I don't think I am," Askrid said.

"I'm afraid you are," Thane denied.

The overly tolerant commander squinted his eyes at him and said, "So,

Do you consider him an alien? A threat to us greater than his intelligence and ability?"

"Korini observed that after all this time, he hadn't taken a single step towards the Mist. In the records she could find, only a few people cursed and didn't even look towards that side. These people later became our enemies, and one of them even betrayed all his fellow brothers and launched an unprecedented war in an earlier era.

Some were wiped out.”

Askrid pondered this for a moment, then said, "Do you think that a person who curses and doesn't even look in the other direction means that he or she rejects our way more than those believers who only condemn and insult us with words?"

"Isn't he more determined than those believers who just repeat scriptures? A dissenter who is more determined than the believers, that's strange enough."

"He knows nothing about our world," the commander said, "which means he doesn't share their beliefs. Compared to Resolute, he might just be better at assessing the situation. He doesn't need to explore the path while staying under the temple's protection, and there's no chance to explore while he's in their sight." Askrid turned and looked in the direction of the Noien Inn. "You need to give him the right opportunity to judge his true attitude."

"You think highly of this man," Thane said, studying him. "Why, Askrid?"

"He reminds me of Garcia," Askrid said. "They both excel at rhetoric and assessing the situation. Garcia was not only Domini's best military commander, but he also pioneered a way to avoid an inevitable massacre, saving the city and reducing the Empire's desired population loss to one-third. The warning effect of that fratricide was far more effective than a massacre. The subsequent sieges were bloodless, with the only casualties coming from those who proposed resistance, killed by their own trusted compatriots."

Sean thought this was ridiculous. "You compare him to Garcia? Who is my hateful nephew, and who is he?"

"I'm a practical man, Count. I used his advice to suppress the Dog Pit Riot. I believe this man simply lacks time. If given the opportunity in the future, he might not be any worse than Garcia. How long did it take him to go from not even understanding the language of this world to fully assimilate into the identity of the young Borgia? Over a month. His ability to learn and understand things is almost inhuman."

"You talk like we're still human," Thane said. He shook his head, and there was a momentary delay between the opening and closing of his lips and the sound of his words. It took more than a second for his mouth to open after the words had been spoken. Askrid stared at him in silence for a moment before Thane realized what was happening.

Lately, his sense of mental and physical dislocation has become increasingly severe.

"Although I suggest giving him some opportunities," Askrid continued, "opportunities always come with danger, especially at a time like this. Before throwing him on the city wall to guard the flag, you could give him a more suitable position so that he doesn't just stay in the inn practicing swordplay. Then, even if he dies at the hands of an assassin, wouldn't that be acceptable?"

"A more suitable position?" Sean asked him.

"He's pretending to be the city lord's only child. As long as he doesn't stray far, he has the responsibility to defend Noi'en and not let him escape. Once I've fully ascertained the enemy's situation, even if the temple wants to take him away, he won't be able to leave. There's been a lot of chaos in the city lately, and there are spies instigating riots. I've given him a group of people to manage, and ordered him to take on the responsibility of maintaining city security and searching for spies. He has absolutely no right to refuse."

"Putting a previously unknown bastard in charge of the city's defense?" Thane interrupted him. "What do you think my army will think?"

Askrid paused, as if unsure how to answer his question. "Don't worry about it, Count. Incorporating children into the army is quite common..." He hesitated. "No, never mind. I'll inform the officers below to send only a group of clerks and unemployed personnel. He'll find a way to recruit more personnel, even if it means hiring them."

"You're really too positive."

"I just suggested getting this guy out of the hotel, giving him some power, and seeing how he would handle it."

"I just think you're a victim of this person's rhetoric."

Askrid seemed unfazed by his assessment. "Do you agree, lord Count?"

"I don't completely agree, but it's better than having him hide in his shell in the temple," Sean grabbed the quill and dipped it in ink. "It would be more natural to let him take charge of the city defense for a while, and then send him to guard the flag on the city wall."

.......

Cesar nearly lost his balance and fell to the ground. He managed to steady himself, but the sword slipped from his hand and flew several meters before hitting the wall and clanking on the ground.

"Not bad," Cecia said. "That's some progress. If I hadn't fallen, I could at least have escaped or picked up my sword."

Aside from yesterday's completely defenseless beating, Cesar felt the mercenary captain was always just a little bit stronger than himself. With every steadier step, she struck his lower body with a little more force; with every firmer grip on his sword, she struck his knuckles with a little more force. Even her improvements in speed and technique always matched his, and always by a fair margin. He couldn't fathom her true skill level; so far, her sparring with him had been like an adult teasing a child.

Now his legs were sore and his arms and hands were bruised. Theoretically, he should have rested, but Phils had prescribed too many drugs that overdrew his body.

After a while, he would be forced to get up again and start more intense sparring.

It's not that Phils's prescription skills are particularly high, but because he is no longer a human being, she can prepare medicine with serious side effects for him without any psychological burden.

The drug. If it was used on a human, many of the side effects couldn't be corrected, but if it was used on him, just applying more glue would fix it. That's what she said, and he had no choice but to believe it.

"Although you're still a long way from fame and prize money," Ceshia added, "but with your level, if you participate in the local knight competition, at least you won't be too embarrassed."

"Could you say something more encouraging, my dear teacher?"

"I could have, but I can't because of something." She smiled nonchalantly.

"Should I confess?"

"can you?"

"No." Cesar picked up the sword. "The opportunity was rare. If you missed it, you'd never find it again. Who knows how many people are pursuing you? Since you're on the track where you can make a quick start, of course you should run as far as you can."