Chapter 222 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (2)
The Lady of the Marquis, with her blonde hair curled like waves, let out a deep sigh. After putting aloe, chamomile, and a few more herbs in a mortar and pounding them, a certain essence was extracted. I finished the preparation by smearing it with a wooden spoon on a bandage woven with a thin, long thread.
“Hey, look where you are.”
Françoise, who was sitting in front of the desk in the lab, sweating and suffering, stretched out her hand with great difficulty. The cuts along the lines of his palms were so deep that nerves and bones were exposed. It was the skill of a skilled swordsman.
“It’s okay, you’ll feel comfortable soon.”
It is an ointment made by the best mystic in the frozen land. Needless to say, the body listened well. She, who is older than her and warmly comforts her lover of the same sex, wrapped her bandages around her. I took measures to suture it immediately without stitching with a sterilized needle.
“What do you think?”
“Yeah, I definitely feel better.”
“You should have been careful. If it was like the neck, it would have been fatal.”
Françoise shook his head, saying he had no face. But, fortunately, there is no major life-threatening problem. After applying the ointment and wrapping the bandage, the pain disappeared like a lie.
“Don’t worry. I will take good care of it so that there are no scars left.”
“How can you doubt your skills, young lady?”
“I can’t bring the dead back to life. So next time, if you feel like you are beyond your ability, actively ask for help.”
The young lady’s own concerns were contained in her blunt tone. Touched by her heartbreak, Françoise nodded her head repeatedly. She showed off her free bottom gal by deliberately jolting her right hand, which no longer hurts, up and down her.
“Mom is?”
“He is upstairs. I think you are writing invitations to her maid blind and her neighboring lord ladies.”
“Ram wasn’t looking for anything, right?”
“Yes, not yet.”
“Then go up. I will take care of the dancers, so go and deal with the abbess sister.”
Lucienne’s eyes glowed calmly as she began to pick up her tools one by one that she had spread out here and there. Françoise, who knew all too well the reason for her brilliance, seemed conflicted for a moment.
“Hey, I’m fine, so I hope you don’t be as harsh as possible.”
The reason why she left the room without answering back was because I didn’t have the confidence to stop myself. After all, it was as if it had been foreseen right after I was injured. Behind the young lady, who could be cruel if necessary, there was also a disposition that cared for her people very much.
That’s why she should have been more careful about the woman who would become the deputy head maid of the Winter Mansion in the future.
Because what she went through today stemmed from her undoubted misstep.
Left behind, Lucienne continued to search for a few more items tucked away deep in her lab safe. She stepped out into the aisle, perhaps intending to avenge her lover by means and methods that she had forbidden and reverenced in public. She soon arrived at the front of the empty room where she temporarily detained the dancers, unlocked her lock, and went inside.
The first thing that greeted the beautiful northern winter stone was pitch-black darkness.
However, when the whistle was blown, the lanterns in each corner of the room were ignited. Soon after, as the finish was intentionally left unfinished, the chains fixed on the rough wall and nine beauties from wandering people were also noticed.
The elite members of the Assassination Order, led by Esmeralda Zapiro.
However, now they are just slaves belonging to the Ardennes baron family. The Lady of the Marquis had no intention of pitying the bitches who dared to injure the hands of her lover on such a subject. Originally, her nature was closer to darkness than light.
Stepping out in her shoes again and again, Lucienne moved to a seat in the center of her room and calmly put the tools she was holding down on her desk. She looked around at the women and she gagged her limbs in chains and shrieked in a cold, low voice.
“For a occultist like me, raising multiple familiars is no problem. What shines like a jewel here is an item that has been processed and condensed from a large number of magic stones called rare earths. It’s kind of like a nuclear weapon, but I’ve only been able to make 10 of them with the wealth I’ve accumulated so far.”
The first tool is the magic core.
“Originally, depending on the type of familiar, there are different ways to call and handle them. However, I developed a technique to imitate the necessary familiar with this magic core. Not easy to store either. If you cast a spell, the rest of the form will be immediately separated except for the core, and it will return to this small pebble shape.”
The will and memories of the familiar are stored in the nucleus returned in this way. In short, these ten stones are the real familiars that Lucienne Lemoyn handles. It has a kind of familiar mimic function.
“Of course there are troubles. You have to feed them the ingredients of the body they will be composed of at that time. It sometimes takes about a day for nerves to be formed and connected with magical signals from the nucleus. But the effect is very good.”
The number of familiars she can summon is almost identical to what is known to the public. Unless it’s like a spirit that some secret schools call out with magic that is passed down only within themselves.
“The uses are endless, aren’t they? My favorite method is to burrow into your ears and imitate you as a familiar that parasitizes on your brain. It’s smaller than a fingernail like a flying insect, so it’s cute. Once it has taken root, it is next to impossible to remove without the owner’s will.”
A moment of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of one or two dancers. I pretended to be repulsive, but it didn’t matter. It was enough if you made it into a toy that was worse than when you were hypnotized.
“It’s like an instant brainwashing machine, so to speak. If you issue a command, set the conditions accordingly, and activate it, the response will come right away. Climax with each breath. Get excited whenever others stare at you. Take off your underwear and feel the pleasure like a drug when you masturbate. Are you going to endure when your brain commands you like that?”
But simple pleasure is a luxury for sinners like dancers. In that sense, a familiar who burrows into the womb and becomes parasitic as if she was pregnant, or a familiar who commits dreams every time she sleeps and dyes her thoughts according to her master’s will is out of the question.
“There is an easier way. We just need to kill you guys and inject these cores into their corpses right away. If that happens, there will immediately be nine familiars who obey my commands and have the same memories as our nine famous dancers.”
With her fishy smile, Lucienne put her finger back down on her core. And she introduced the following tools. Her second tool was a liquid in a glass bowl. It was a material that all alchemists were eager to obtain.
“This is universal water, it is very difficult to make. Needless to say it costs money. However, if it is in the hands of a skilled person, any liquid can be converted equally. So, some people call it a perfect liquid.”
Of course, the capacity is only enough to fit in one teacup. But for the clever, that alone can have the same effect as eternity.
“I heard that you Seokhwadan have an aphrodisiac used for crafting, so I obtained the ingredients. Just a drop or two in water can almost knock you out of your senses. Three or four drops and a normal person will die. But suddenly I was curious. Why don’t we try to multiply the ingredients of your aphrodisiacs hundreds of times with this all-purpose water?”
Only then did the dancers’ faces begin to show a look of dismay. Even if you picked the wrong opponent, the perception that you picked the wrong one was widespread. Nevertheless, Lucienne introduced the next tool as if it was still insufficient until she achieved her intended purpose.
Third, a necklace that degenerates into a beast.
Fourth, the mind sucker.
Fifth, a ring that stores pleasure.
Sixth, soul fairy tale doll.
Seventh, Absolute Command Parchment.
And the eighth, ninth, and tenth.
After introducing the tools, it was time to introduce the teaching process. The young lady giggled, saying that it was nice to be able to do more as a couple than when she was alone, and then laid out in detail about the means to tame the dancers both physically and mentally.
The basic thing is, of course, to increase the sensible time by touching the brain.
After that, inject familiars that spray plenty of aphrodisiacs into the esophagus, uterus, and anus.
It is to record every single detail of one’s life and scatter a crystal ball containing a lot of tartar on the street.
Again, taming with drugs simply ignorant. Taming with violence. Imprisoned in a space where time doesn’t seem to flow with clever rhetoric and psychology, and brainwashed infinitely. Make whatever you eat taste like cum. Or don’t feed anything but cum.
Dismembered and erected like a statue. Attach your mind to a masturbation doll and leave it in the window. Create a fake world in your mind, where all the teaching assistants you’ve been told have been repeated thousands of times before being released.
“… It’s about this much because I was thinking in a hurry. Who will set an example first? I’ll make it even more fun for the bitch who says I’ll be loyal to the Seokhwadan.”
I just recited a small portion of the fragments. But even that was enough to make the assassins freed from suggestion lose their senses. So the gagged dancers signaled with their bare faces to be freed. Like her telekinesis of a mighty wizard, she spat out while guarding her, who had loosened some of her restraints with a few flicks of her fingers.
“Ah, Ashka did it!”
“Because it seems that this maid is a very strong bitch with the code for her eyes that only we use!”
“So she said, let’s ambush, kill, and run away!”
It was a thunderous cheer. Lucienne smirked and sighed in satisfaction.
“Nice job, bitches.”
Stimulated by the words of killing a blind bitch, he added one more word.
“As a reward, I’ll let you go through everything I said.”
“… !”
“Are you going to die? Me too.”
