NOVEL WEB HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Peptobismol]
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Chapter 92 - Command (2)
Diana's touch was unrestrained.
"I..."
She left her words unfinished and reached out.
A sensation, cool yet soft, brushed my cheek.
Her breath, the air, the emotions—everything was hot.
It was hot.
Hot, dizzying, and nauseating.
"In truth, I have always..."
Her intense gaze, the long lashes, the radiant silver hair disheveled in the sunlight, and her voice breaking under the heat—all of it was overwhelmingly stimulating.
It was blinding.
It made me feel queasy.
The heat in my head numbed my nerves.
The sensation in my mouth was so sweet it felt bitter.
"Since long ago..."
An invisible bolt of lightning struck my mind.
It felt like a flash that could swallow everything.
Her movements became even more intense.
Actions, emotions, and desires—all perfectly crossed a drawn line.
Both Diana and I knew this.
But neither of us stopped.
No, we couldn't stop.
"Please forgive me..."
I had prepared many words.
To persuade her.
To resolve the only lingering attachment I had left.
I had prepared the usual sweet talk about how advanced and peaceful the civilization of my world was, and what dreams could be achieved there.
So, please come with me. Choose me, a fleeting acquaintance, over the world you've lived in all your life.
Honestly, I was scared.
I wasn't sure.
Even though Diana was loyal, I didn't believe she would cross dimensions just for me.
But there was no need to worry.
From the moment I made her my knight, she had always wanted me.
"Diana."
"......"
I grabbed Diana's arms as she sat on my thigh and pulled her close.
As if waiting for this, she wrapped her arms around me.
Then, she slowly lifted her head.
Her gaze, full of desire and suggestion, came closer.
"Me too."
Her eyes, looking at me, trembled with urgency.
Her grip on my neck tightened, revealing her intense possessiveness.
"So..."
Her breath grew rapid.
Her eyelashes trembled as if she was engulfed in a tremor.
"There's no need to hold back anymore."
And as if she couldn't hold back any longer.
She leaned forward and tilted her head slightly.
She closed her eyes.
Once again, her soft lips met mine.
"......"
It was hot.
The searing heat mingled in our mouths.
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The sensation of lips, breaths, touches—everything was electrifying.
I couldn't stay sane.
The desire I had hidden all this time blazed like a wildfire in my mind.
Reason and patience evaporated, leaving only instinct to burn fiercely in the flames.
Her hand slipped below my waistline.
Despite her innocent face, her eyes burned with fervor, consuming me.
It was dizzying.
The stimulation was overwhelmingly intense.
"......"
Overwhelmed by desire.
Hot, damp, heavy... an indescribable something pressed down on me.
A stormy day passed like that.
****
Luna Winfred.
She is a proud member of the Winfred family.
An asset to the family, someone who elevates its name.
But now, she is a fugitive chased by the Royal Family.
The reason is simple.
She drew her sword against the Princess, who was using force against the Papal See.
Showing hostility to a royal princess is indeed a grave crime.
However, another opinion was slowly forming around the Noble Faction.
The Royal Family, having abandoned faith.
A Royal Family wanting war, using its rejection of the Papal See as justification.
Normally, no one would pay attention to such stories.
But perhaps due to the extreme discontent with the Royal Family, quite a few people began to doubt the Royal Family's intentions.
From devout commoners unhappy with the Royal Family's stance against the Papal See to nobles who never liked the Royal Family.
There was constant gossip throughout the Empire about the Royal Family's actions.
The atmosphere in the social circles was also unusual.
"What is the Royal Family's reaction?"
Trid Erkan.
Marquis of the Erkan Family, a member of the Noble Faction, asked the old butler.
"Still no response from them."
The old butler replied in a flat voice.
Marquis Erkan chuckled.
"It's absurd."
It was absurd.
And the reason was simple.
"Not only did they turn the Papal See into an enemy, but now they're determined to drive everyone to ruin."
The Papal See had moved its base.
It seemed trivial, but it was almost a disaster.
The discontent among the populace showed no signs of subsiding.
Numerous interests entangled with the Papal See vanished into thin air.
The immediate losses alone were enormous.
And if the day comes when the Black Mist truly floods...
The absence of the Papal See would be nothing short of catastrophic.
"What about the petition?"
"We've sent multiple petitions, but there has been no response."
"We've been completely ignored, then."
"It seems so."
The marquis clenched his fist.
The anger towards the Royal Family slowly flared up from his toes.
"In the end, there's only one way left."
The only way left.
That is...
"The time has come to strike the Royal Family."
Treason.
Marquis Erkan muttered in a voice as cold as ice.
There were no other options.
If they didn't bite first, they would be abandoned.
All the families in the Noble Faction had already been informed.
Except for one family.
"Send a letter to the Winfreds."
****
The next day, Duke Winfred came to my room.
"As you said, a letter has arrived from Marquis Erkan."
I glanced at the Duke's face.
His eyes, looking at me, were still filled with indescribable emotions.
"They plan to strike the Royal Family."
As expected.
Knowing this, I wasn't particularly surprised.
"How did you know?"
I didn't answer.
I just smiled with my eyes.
The Duke, looking at me, clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Then he let out a short sigh.
"In two days, we will go to the imperial palace."
"For the conferment ceremony?"
The Duke slowly nodded.
"The day before the ceremony, all notable families will gather at the imperial palace. Of course, the seven families of the Noble Faction will also be there."
I looked at the Duke with a bored expression.
I didn't care about their schemes.
My only interest was infiltrating the palace without any obstacles.
"...In two days, you will enter the palace with me."
"Is there a way?"
"No need to worry. I have prepared an appropriate identity for you."
"That's good to hear."
The Duke looked at me silently.
"Is it true?"
"What is?"
"The claim that the Holy Blood has already been handed over to the Royal Family."
That?
Of course, it's a lie.
"Yes, it's true."
The Holy Blood had completely disappeared into my stomach.
All that was left for me was a small amount of elixir.
"So you don't need to worry. Once you seize the Royal Family, the Holy Blood will naturally fall into your hands."
The Duke was lost in thought for a while.
After a long consideration, he opened a drawer.
He picked up a small key from inside.
"Take this."
"...What is it?"
"A key to open the family's vault."
The vault key?
Why give it to me?
"If there's something you need, take it. Once this is over, we won't need to see each other again."
"...Are you serious?"
"Of course."
A clear goodwill.
I couldn't understand it.
There was no reason for him to show me such kindness.
I couldn't read his intentions at all.
The Duke, having finished speaking, stood up.
"With this, forget all grievances between us."
With that, he closed the door and left.
I blinked dumbfoundedly at the direction he had exited.
What is he up to?
But that could wait...
"The underground vault..."
Winfred's underground vault.
In the original story, it was a famous farming spot, containing numerous rare items.
Of course, most of it wasn't of much significance to me since I planned to leave this world soon.
I couldn't take these items to the other world anyway.
But.
"The Tears of Lethe."
Yes, the Tears of Lethe.
A legendary quest item that allows you to read the forgotten past upon consumption.
It was also in Winfred's underground vault.
Despite its vague description, it was a quest item, not a consumable item.
It couldn't be consumed by the character but was meant only to complete a quest.
'But there was no quest that required the Tears of Lethe.'
An item made to complete a quest, yet no quest needed it.
It was an item that once caused quite a controversy.
"...Should I check it out?"
Yes, it's the last time anyway.
Checking the vault shouldn't be a problem.
You never know.
There might be something about the forgotten past that I missed.
"Butler."
"You called, young master."
I stood up, slowly twirling the key on my finger.
"Guide me to the vault."
HELHEIM SCANS
[Translator - Peptobismol]
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