I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"24 times—time slowdown!!"

In an instant, the air solidified like glue—the falling snowflakes hung suspended in mid-air, and the weapons that were moving at high speed slowed down, as if a snail was crawling in front of them.

With his agile movements, Fingel tilted his head to dodge the weapon's trajectory.

Fingel, still in shock, was furious. Was Aura really going to kill him? He really needed to be taught a lesson.

'Damn it, crazy woman!'

His eyes darted around and he spotted Awula.

She stood expressionless in the room, a fruit knife clutched in her right hand, and an oil painting with countless holes hung on the wall.

? ? ? ?

Is it really necessary? I was just... busy outside for a month or two, wasn't I?

The oil painting, especially the face covered in knife wounds, sent chills down the spine of anyone who saw it.

After the throwing knife passed behind him, Fingel stopped and reduced his field of influence—allowing the dagger to pierce the distant tree trunk with a whoosh, leaving a deep imprint.

Judging from the depth, it almost pierced through the entire tree stump.

"day..."

Fingel couldn't hold back any longer. This must be enchanted! Damn it, this woman did it on purpose.

"Lord Aura, are you going to kill me?"

His face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. Although no one was hurt, he was quite frightened!

"Huh? Is there something wrong?" Aura lowered her eyes and glanced at him, a mocking smile curving her red lips: "You rebellious paramecium, it's not a pity to kill you."

...

So much resentment.

Fingel's lips twitched involuntarily. Was it really necessary?

Aren't demons supposed to be creatures with little social interaction? Compared to their long lifespans, a mere one or two months is probably equivalent to a human sleeping for one night, right?

Ugh... this is so troublesome.

"Well... don't be angry, Lady Aura." Fingel forced a somewhat stiff smile, trying to soothe her. "Women get wrinkles when they're angry, and wrinkles don't look good."

Aura has slight doubts about your words.

[Aura's favorability -1]

'This man is spouting nonsense again.'

Having been fooled multiple times, she has developed an immunity to Fingel's tactics of changing the subject and is no longer as easily deceived as before.

Aura snorted coldly, gently raised her right hand, gripping the sharp blade in her palm and aiming it at Fingel, as if it would fly out at any moment and strike Fingel right between the eyebrows.

"Stop spouting nonsense. Do you think I'm a weak woman?"

She was stabbing at the air, one knife at a time, as if she could kill someone that way.

Tsk.

How did you become so smart? You're not so easily fooled anymore.

The wind and snow rushed in, making his head ache... or perhaps, it was because of women that his head ached so much? He suddenly felt that having many women wasn't necessarily a good thing.

How many is that? Aura is one, Flame is one, and there's a married woman, Frilian counts as half... a mere three and a half! I already feel troubled, how am I supposed to realize my harem dream in the future?

For example, right now, Awula is already giving him enough of a headache.

"Let me explain, Lord Aura! I really didn't mean it!" Fingel groaned inwardly, stepping further into the house. "I truly had no choice, you must believe me!"

"Believe in what?"

Aura's lips slowly curled up, as if pulled by invisible threads, revealing a chilling smile, his pupils cold and seemingly devoid of luster.

"As expected, you should just die."

wipe!

This feels like they're trying to kill me!

Fingel entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Snapped!

The gate slammed shut, shutting out the wind, snow, and cold. Two soldiers standing not far away looked at each other, somewhat bewildered.

After a minute, the older soldier spoke slowly.

"Let's go, we can go back now."

?

"Um...really? What if Lord Fingel..." The young soldier looked at the brick house with a serious expression, his tone somewhat apprehensive, "You know, Lord Aura is, after all, a demon, and demons cannot be trusted."

Although Aura was trusted by the lord and did not usually show much aggression, the lord still did not trust Aura.

"You're still too young..."

The older soldier, however, didn't take it to heart; compared to the unmarried soldier, he naturally knew more.

"What do you mean?"

The young man frowned. He still wanted to stay here so he could provide support if Lord Fingel was attacked.

He was a soldier whose mission was to protect the safety of the nobles.

"Lady Aura is indeed a demon, but in front of Lady Fingel, she's still a woman..." the older soldier said meaningfully, his tone tinged with lewdness. "What can't be resolved when men and women quarrel?"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying. What does this have to do with men and women? Let's wait outside for a while longer."

Why did the soldier's tone sound unfriendly, and why did he feel inexplicably looked down upon?

"Idiot, there aren't that many conflicts between men and women. Anything can be resolved in bed."

“If you don’t listen, give him a beating. That’ll do the trick. Don’t you even understand that, you stupid donkey?”

The old soldier spoke with exasperation, cursing as he hurried back to his quarters.

"If you want to stay here, then stay here. Don't freeze to death."

"Anyway, I have to stand guard."

"idiot."

As he watched the old soldier walk away, all he could hear was the wind and snow, yet he remained steadfast at his post.

【Ten minutes later.】

The soldier's expression became quite interesting. Because, amidst the raging wind and rain, some strange sounds seemed to be brewing—perhaps the sound of clothes tearing?

This made him feel utterly disheartened, and he felt incredibly stupid.

"...I think I'll go back."

........................

[Ten minutes ago.]

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Author's note: I'm having a bit of writer's block, damn it.

Chapter 118: Kneel on the ground and become a xxx!

[Ten minutes ago.]

The door slammed shut, shutting out the wind and snow.

His heartbeat gradually subsided, and looking at the still beautiful Aura, Fingel suddenly felt... a little nostalgic?

From his perspective, he hadn't seen Awula for a long time.

A year or so in the world a thousand years later, plus a month for the Lunar New Year, which takes up almost one-twentieth of his total lifespan, is actually a very long time.

"Haha... Um, Lord Aura." Fingel grinned, his tone tinged with pleasure, "What should I say, Happy New Year?"

At the same time, he opened the system and began mind reading, since he didn't want to fight Aura.

However, Aura remained cold in the face of his enthusiasm, even thinking that this guy was shameless.

Aura has slight doubts about your words.

[Starting up the mind-reading entry....]

[Has this guy lost his mind? He's so shameless... and this smell... it definitely smells like a woman, doesn't it?]

Thanks to the demon race's naturally superior five senses, she smelled the scent of rouge and powder on Fingel's body.

"Heh, enough nonsense. Do you have anything else to explain?" Aura gripped the fruit knife in her hand, not intending to let it go so easily.

"Explain what?"

Fingel sighed. Women are such a hassle.

"Alright, Lady Aura, don't be angry... Humans are just like that, sometimes forgetting things. After all, our short lives don't allow us to record all the beautiful things."

That's his explanation, but it's clearly not convincing.

Aura has slight doubts about your words.

[Favorability-1]

What nonsense is this guy spouting? Does he think it's like before, where he could get away with just spouting random gibberish?

Aura grew increasingly ashamed and angry; that damned traitor!

"Go to hell!"

With a whoosh, the fruit knife shot out—luckily, Fingel, who was prepared, easily dodged it.

This time he learned his lesson and prepared for illusions; his real body was at least one body length different from the image.

Tsk.

Is it even possible to communicate anymore?

"Don't be so violent... So, how can Lady Aura forgive me?"

Fingel raised his hands and patiently tried to comfort him, even though he was getting a little annoyed.

"Then kneel down and lick my toes."

Aura chuckled twice, plopped down on the table, and stretched out his feet.

?

"what?"

Fingel wondered if he had misheard. What kind of rhythm was this?

"Lick my toes clean carefully, bit by bit, now."

Aura raised her chin and tapped the wooden table impatiently with her fingertips:

"You ungrateful wretch!!"

?

"kindness?"

"hurry up!"

It's possible... but it's very embarrassing.

"This... let me think about it."

Fingel hesitated, saying that he hadn't played Arknights for a long time, and his interest in licking feet had waned after playing it a few times recently.

In fact, Fingel's recent fantasies have undergone a slight change. Compared to kneeling on the ground and licking, he would much rather see... Lord Aura kneeling on the ground, looking resentful as he licks his own toes.

And most importantly, he's putting on an act. Back then, he was too weak to beat Aura, so he 'had no choice' but to submit to her and fawn over her. Now that he's become stronger, if he still fawns over her, wouldn't all his strength have been for nothing?

Moreover, he's only interested in licking, but has absolutely no interest in kneeling.

"What, is this what you call loyalty? You liar, don't you get tired of lying even now?"