Chapter 266: Is Sylph Dead?
A gentle smile graced the prince’s handsome face, a stark contrast to his father, Wadsworth. He looked every bit the charming nobleman.
He arrived at Qin Chu’s tent and saw Angelica preparing breakfast. So this is the maid the Hero requested on his first day, he thought. Although a mere servant, she was undeniably beautiful. It was understandable why the Hero was smitten.
Seeing the prince, Angelica curtsied.
The prince, showing no arrogance, returned the greeting with a smile. “Beautiful lady,” he said, “I am Warren Aberchian, the Seventh Prince of the Auville Empire. Could you inform the Hero that I wish to speak with him?”
Angelica’s face fell.
“He’s unavailable at the moment.”
“Is the Hero attending to important matters?” Warren asked curiously, glancing at the tent. He had heard the rumors about the Hero. Although he had made great contributions in the fight against the Demon Beasts and his strength was growing rapidly, his… reputation… wasn’t exactly stellar.
Was the Hero currently engaged in… strenuous activities… inside the tent?
Well, it was morning, after all… As a man, Warren could understand.
Perfectly normal!
Angelica rubbed her forehead wearily, “The Hero is not in the camp. He seems to have… slipped away… again…”
Prince Warren was taken aback.
The Hero had left?
This…
This was highly inappropriate!
The Hero was a crucial figure, his safety paramount. What if he encountered Demon Beasts and something happened to him? The Heavenly Continent would be…
“Your Highness, don’t worry, this is quite common,” Barnal, having finished his duties, approached and said, seeing the prince’s surprise.
Warren’s face darkened, and he spoke with the authority of a prince, “How could you be so negligent? The Hero’s safety is paramount! He must have guards at all times! If anything happened to him, you would all be executed!”
Barnal looked aggrieved. “Your Highness, it’s not our fault! Do you know how strong the Hero is?”
“If he wants to leave, we can’t stop him. And even if he did encounter Demon Beasts, who knows who would be the unlucky one…”
“Last time he sneaked out, he encountered Eldritch, the Second Demon Beast Prince, and two War God-level Demon Beasts, a Snow Woman and a Blood Elf…”
Hearing this, even Warren, despite his royal composure, couldn’t help but be alarmed. “What?!” he exclaimed, “Eldritch? And War God-level Snow Woman and Blood Elf?”
Good heavens.
Now that the Demon King rarely appeared, the war against humans was mostly handled by his children.
And among them, the most famous was Diabolique, the First Prince.
Then there was Eldritch, the Second Prince, incredibly talented, although not as strong as his elder brother, he was still a War God. Even level 80 experts were no match for him. A level 82 general had once died at his hands.
And the last one was Lomond, the Seventh Prince.
Although weaker than the other two, his massive size made him a force to be reckoned with. Even without using any abilities or magic, just his stomping feet could cause destruction comparable to Super-tier magic.
And the Snow Woman and Blood Elf were also powerful Demon Beasts.
For the Hero to encounter Eldritch and two War God-level Demon Beasts, it must have been incredibly dangerous…
Barnal shrugged, “And then the Hero killed Eldritch and brought back the Snow Woman and Blood Elf… Look, over there…”
He gestured towards the side.
Warren was stunned. He turned his head and saw a woman with icy blue hair, her skin as white as jade, and another woman with long golden hair, her figure graceful and alluring.
The woman with icy blue hair seemed normal, but the golden-haired woman, with her pointed ears, was clearly a Blood Elf.
“This… this…” Warren was speechless.
“It seems the Hero intends to keep them,” Barnal whispered.
The Seventh Prince was completely dumbfounded. After a long moment, he finally spoke:
“As expected of the Hero.”
Good heavens, in the eyes of ordinary humans, Demon Beasts were terrifying and brutal.
But this Hero was actually taking them as… consorts? He was even more… flamboyant… than his father.
…
Meanwhile, on the mountaintop.
Sylph was tidying her torn clothes, the morning breeze raising goosebumps on her skin.
Just how… vigorous… is he? she thought, looking at her ripped leather armor.
How could she wear this?
She wasn’t like Ronald, who always carried dozens of spare outfits. Her clothes were back in her room, and her storage ring only held her bows, arrows, and other such items.
Could she just go back naked?
She glared at Qin Chu resentfully.
He chuckled and produced a pure white dress… a maid outfit.
Sylph rolled her eyes. “Why do you have women’s clothes?” she asked. “Do you have a cross-dressing fetish?”
“How could that be? I prepared this for Angelica,” Qin Chu replied immediately, “It’s a maid outfit, but a little variety is always good, right?”
“You’re so dirty-minded!” Sylph said, snatching the dress from him.
Her cheeks flushed slightly. Looking at the flowing tassels and white lace on the dress, she felt a twinge of dislike. She preferred her practical, form-fitting leather armor, which allowed her to move freely and fight effectively.
This dress was too… cumbersome.
And deep down, she also felt a sense of aversion… because it was meant for Angelica.
She didn’t like that.
But she had no choice. She couldn’t just wear leaves.
She reluctantly began to change.
However, she didn’t notice the cold, indifferent glint in Qin Chu’s eyes as he watched her with a smile.
He would let her enjoy this happiness for a while. She was still useful.
The revelation of the truth, after he had extracted all her value, would be even more… delightful.
Because she wasn’t used to such flimsy clothing, it took her a long time to change. But Qin Chu wasn’t in a hurry, just enjoying the view.
After she finally finished changing, Sylph’s forehead was covered in sweat. Then she looked down at her own tattered undergarments, clearly unwearable.
Qin Chu produced another set of clothes: black stockings and a black tube top.
Sylph was speechless. Why did this guy have so many women’s clothes?
Although she disliked these even more, she had no choice.
She suspected that Qin Chu had some strange fetish and was deliberately not giving her any normal clothes.
Qin Chu’s eyes lit up as he looked at the newly dressed Sylph.
Putting aside their animosity, he had to admit that she was truly beautiful.
Her figure was athletic and slender, not particularly curvy, but perfectly proportioned.
Not as voluptuous as Athena, but elegant and refined, the maid outfit’s belt accentuating her slender waist.
The pure white dress and the black stockings, the black lace against her fair skin…
The contrasting colors were strikingly beautiful.
Qin Chu swallowed. She was a true enchantress.
His heated gaze made Sylph feel a flicker of smug satisfaction.
Even Lord Jie Luo never saw me like this… she thought.
Then she smiled wryly. Although this was supposed to be a treatment, she had already been… thoroughly enjoyed… by Qin Chu. They were both very familiar with each other’s bodies.
Compared to that, changing into a more seductive outfit seemed insignificant.
Just as she was lost in thought, she felt a strange sensation against the black fabric.
Her body went weak, her eyes clouding with confusion.
“If you tear them again,” she murmured, “I’ll have no clothes left…”
“Don’t worry, I have plenty…”
…
Meanwhile.
Eileen and Airi, after a sleepless night and a brief detour through a foggy forest, finally returned to the camp.
Without speaking to anyone, they went straight to Loseweisse’s tent.
Seeing them, Loseweisse’s face lit up, expecting good news. But when she saw that only the two of them had returned, Sylph and Ronald nowhere in sight, a bad premonition filled her heart.
The next second, Airi threw herself into Loseweisse’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably, “Sister Loseweisse…wuwuwu…”
“Sister Sylph… Sylph… she’s dead…”
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