Symphony for the Insect Princess

why?

"Ah... As expected of the guard captain, right? If he had reacted any slower, his torso would have been eroded."

“You…GAAA ...

The long-overdue excruciating pain finally arrived. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt! The arm, like a dead branch, began to crumble, turning into thick water from the point where it had touched Aisia's hand. The pain was like a million ants biting under my skin!

"You bastard!!!"

The extreme pain and the shock of losing his arm all combined to overwhelm Flynn's sanity. He roared wildly and stretched out his other hand to strangle the girl's neck.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

——Then he let out a strange cry and loosened his hand. He looked at his palm with his already blurry eyes. The part of his hand that had just touched Aisia had turned an ugly bluish purple, and the flesh began to fester at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"I advise you not to touch me. After all, it's the result of years of accumulation. Every inch of my skin is poisonous..."

Aisia chuckled, stepped back, then suddenly opened a secret door behind the desk and slipped in.

"you--"

It's time to retreat.

The opponent is really weird.

And this is her home turf.

Not to mention it's an obvious trap.

Even now, when he was extremely angry and frightened, Flynn could still make relatively reasonable judgments.

So take action.

He tried hard to endure the severe pain. At this moment, most of his arm, which was the first to be poisoned, had turned into thick water. He shook his head to drive away the dizziness and rushed out of the room.

Then he stood there in a daze.

He should have rushed out of Aisia's room and into the corridor, but in fact he was going in the wrong direction. The toxicity of the incense had completely paralyzed his sense of direction.

This is the secret room that Aisia entered earlier.

It was probably built secretly by Aisia. Even he, who knew every corner of the City Lord's Mansion, did not know the existence of this secret room.

Dim light, bottles and jars piled everywhere, and corpses.

Many twisted human corpses.

But what first attracted Flint's attention was not the body, but the photo.

On the table,

On the test bench,

On the four walls,

on the ceiling,

Everywhere you look,

It was covered with pictures of the maid with silver-gray hair.

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Nier's chastity crisis?

Chapter 62 Industrialist Aisia

In the city lord's room—

Saenris stayed in the room alone, while the other subordinates were busy with their own things. Now was an extraordinary period and no mistakes could be made.

He stared at the city map on the table, his brow furrowed, his piercing gaze piercing through it. The map was dotted with eight-pointed crosses, marking the locations where the investigation team had previously discovered great secret treasures. He tried to find a pattern in them, but to no avail. The locations of the great secret treasures had no pattern at all.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Luna walked in cautiously carrying a tray.

"Master, it's time to eat..."

"I'm busy. I'm about to lead the team out in person."

"..."

Luna flinched for a moment, but took a deep breath and walked into the room, placing the tray on the table in front of Saenris. His sight was interrupted by the food on the tray, and he frowned and glanced at Luna with dissatisfaction.

"I already said I'm not free right now, right?"

"Yes...but I can't skip meals."

"I'm so annoyed, please leave first."

He impatiently swept the tray aside and continued to stare at the floor plan, wondering where to send the main forces next.

"...?"

After a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head and looked behind him curiously. The woman was still standing there.

"...I told you to go first and stop bothering me here. Didn't you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but..."

Luna lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, as if she was hesitating about something.

"Hey?"

"..."

She raised her head, her face showing an expression as if she was about to cry, and then - suddenly threw herself into Saenris's arms.

At that moment, due to his habit of fighting for years, Saenris subconsciously wanted to release his magic armor to block the oncoming person, but fortunately he stopped himself in time. If a normal war spirit was shocked by his magic armor, half of its bones would be broken, let alone a mere Luna.

"What on earth are you doing..."

"Master... I... I have been worried about you!"

"Aha?"

"I'm scared... Actually, ever since someone died in the square and everyone started scrambling like crazy to get the great treasure... I've been scared! I'm scared that you'll have to face those people head-on. I'm scared..."

"Do you mean you think I'm too weak? That I can't beat those idiots in the investigation team?" Sanris was immediately furious. Luna shrank back, but did not retreat.

"I'm sorry! But... I... I love you the most, Master! Although I know you don't really care about me, I still... that's why I'm worried..."

"A woman's opinion... Tsk, how boring! You're still holding the title of the City Lord's wife. I don't want to use force against you, so get off me immediately!"

"Of course, sir, but I have a request!"

"You're really annoying today..."

"If you insist on fighting in person... before that, can you... kiss me?"

"what?"

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photo.

A product that uses a special magical tool - an imaging machine, to save the image of the scenery on paper.

Many other worlds have similar devices, each working on different principles, and Maya's imaging machine is usually based on the principles of light magic and telepathy.

"What... is going on...?"

He should have rushed out of Aisia's room and into the corridor, but in fact he was going in the wrong direction. The toxicity of the incense had completely paralyzed his sense of direction.

This chamber is a complete anomaly.

Photos of young girls were plastered everywhere, making it look like a stalker's room, and the twisted corpses on the tables and shelves looked like an audience viewing the photos. Where did all these bodies come from? Some were completely dismembered, some were intact but extremely distorted, and some looked like they had been dissected, with a scalpel still stuck in their stomachs.

Surrounding the corpse are a large number of bottles and jars, much more than in the previous room. Each strange-shaped container contains extremely brightly colored reagents, and some can automatically convert between solid, liquid and gas. Are these the masterpieces of alchemists?

On one side of the room were what looked like industrial products: various neatly cut pieces of metal, fiber, plastic... in short, all unknown materials. Next to these materials were all sorts of bizarre tools, some of which looked normal, others like the product of a child's whimsical creations, and still others that looked like products from another world.

On the other side, there are piles of books, some of which are academic books, but most of them are thick experimental records. How many experiments must be done to accumulate so many?

There were also several notebooks and experimental records piled on the table next to Flynn, and they were beautifully framed.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Flynn used his rotten hand to flip open the top volume.

"I switched to using Kudzu leaf tea from Oslerva, paired with fresh condensed milk and sugar, but Nairis didn't show any obvious preference."

"Nairis seems to like plain, solid colors, mainly gray, white, and black."

"Tried to pique Nyris's interest with freshly baked cookies, but she hasn't shown any clear dietary preferences."

"Although there are no clear regulations on maids' attire in the City Lord's Mansion, Nairis always insists on wearing stockings."

"Nairis seems to have a certain talent for singing. Let's try to invite her to sing next time."

"Neris works very efficiently and is very good at cleaning. She is more than twice as efficient at cleaning windows and tiles as the maid before her."

"Nairis said today..."

"Nairis seems..."

"Nairis..."

"Nairis..."

"Nairis..."

The first one,

The second one,

The third one,

The fourth book...

Every book has the same content.

The later books even record every move of Naerys and Aisia when they were together in a timeline accurate to the second.

This is no longer a stalker or a pervert.

at this time--

“…She is so beautiful from every angle.”

Aisia suddenly walked out from behind the pile of books, her steps light as a ghost.

Her hand gently brushed over the photo on the wall next to her. It was a profile photo of Nairis. Even the poor lighting couldn't hide her dreamy beauty.

sizzle...

However, when Aisia's hand slid across the surface of the photo, a strange hissing sound came from the point where her fingertips touched the paper, and the next moment it turned charred black, as if it had been brushed with a brush dipped in strong acid.

"But it's really sad, isn't it? The poison on my skin is too strong. I can't touch her directly no matter what. Even the clothes I wear have to be made of corrosion-resistant fabric that I invented myself."

"Why...why...?"

"Why is my skin poisonous? There's nothing I can do. Although I have enough 'experimental materials', the final product still needs my own personal verification. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, from surface poison to changes in physiological functions... When I came to my senses, I couldn't even find a way to remove the poison."

As she spoke, Aisia picked up a thin needle and accurately inserted it into the vein in her arm without even looking at it. She then injected the red liquid into her body with a very skillful technique.

"Material... experimental material... you mean..."

"Of course it's these 'things'."

Aisia pointed with her chin at the corpse closest to Fulin.

"Most of the people imprisoned in the dungeon were going to die anyway, so I borrowed it and used it. Living experiments are always necessary and important."

Chapter 63 Light Firearms

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"Most of the people imprisoned in the dungeon were going to die anyway, so I borrowed it and used it. Living experiments are always necessary and important."

Her tone was very relaxed.

It's like talking about tomorrow's weather.

And Flynn gasped.

After being away from the incense, his gradually clearer mind recalled the strange stories circulating among the guards and servants.

"Haunted Dungeon" - Every year when the dungeon is checked, a large number of missing people are found. Legend has it that they were all dragged to the underworld by the wronged souls in the dungeon, never to return.