Chapter 100
No matter how many reliable allies she had with her, she couldn’t help but be helpless during the events of the hunting festival.
So, the only way to fight back against the dark magic was to turn naturally to the temple’s power.
‘Carter, thanks for the gun!’
The rifle, loaded with holy bullets, fired repeatedly.
‘I got this from the temple, Eugenie.’
‘Huh? You’re telling me there were still things like this left over? Is it okay to give something like this to me?’
‘Of course.’
Things that had disappeared from history this year kept resurfacing.
Despite using such a rare item, Eugenie clenched her teeth in frustration.
Back at the academy, shooting a hunting rifle was a mandatory part of the curriculum. But because she didn’t like the recoil or the smell of gunpowder, she passed it as a non-pass class.
‘I should have paid more attention…!’
She regretted it late, but there was no miraculous explosion of talent in her shooting skills.
Still, it was better than nothing, and just as the holy bullet hit, the object illuminated and revealed its form.
Screeeech…!
‘A massive branch…!’
The area she hit got charred as it seemed to die, but relief was short-lived.
From the edges of the dead part, new branches began to pierce through and rapidly grew in size.
Desperately, Eugenie continued firing the remaining bullets and shouted.
“Carter! Napier!”
Why were these two husbands silent after coming together?! Even Professor Racquet, when she opened the reception room door, had been completely silent since then.
‘Can I not contact them in this place?’
She had gotten lucky a few times, but now her true skill—or lack thereof—was starting to show.
As if sensing her opening, a slender tree branch lashed down like a whip, striking her wrist sharply.
“Agh!”
A searing pain shot through her, and the silver gun slipped from her grasp.
The sound of the whip cutting through the air was followed by soft green moss-covered branches binding Eugenie’s hands above her.
But it didn’t stop there—her ankles were also seized, pulled apart and forced into a spread-legged position atop a massive, pillar-like tree root.
“Hah—let go, ngh…!”
Surely it’s not planning to stab her eardrums with those sharp branch tips and kill her?
At first, fear gripped her so tightly she could barely breathe. But the branches didn’t attack. Instead, a smooth, vine-like tendril slithered out from the massive trunk beneath her, moving slowly between her thighs like a serpent.
“Ngh… hng.”
Eugenie bit down hard on her lower lip enough to make a sharp sting.
She didn’t want to react, but the unfamiliar stimulation—something she hadn’t felt in far too long—sent an involuntary shudder through her upper body.
Of all the damn times—!
‘I don’t know who the hell this bastard is…!’
But instead of cursing herself, she hurled every insult she could think of at the pervert controlling these freakish branches.
Damn it, I need to grab that gun!
Fortunately, the gun she’d dropped hadn’t flown too far away.
She could bring that Tristan brat back to life, so why can’t she summon something as simple as a bag?!
“Ah—stop! Stop moving! Enough!”
The vine kept rubbing up and down, teasing her relentlessly.
“Nngh…!”
Her face burned red as a wet heat pooled below. The shame was unbearable. If she’d known her body would react like this, she should’ve just ignored the awkward tension back at the mansion and gotten it over with anyone.
“Hah—ah…!”
“Hah… I’ve kept you waiting too long.”
“…!”
While she struggled, a low voice echoed around her, smooth as sinking into deep water.
A man in a white robe—reminiscent of priestly garb—that covered him head to toe, his long silver hair swaying soundlessly.
He was beautiful, but his expression was as blank as a plant’s.
Who…?
She’d never met anyone like him. But more than his appearance, what happened next made her jaw drop.
From the vine teasing her, a small bud sprouted—then, in the blink of an eye, bloomed into a delicate flower. Inside, a white light pulsed, shrinking and expanding rhythmically.
But before she could even admire its beauty—
Pluck.
The long-haired man plucked the flower and slipped it into his own mouth.
Eugenie’s eyes froze in shock and horror.
“Hah.”
This is really bad.
She still didn’t know who this bastard was, but one thing was certain—he was a total pervert.
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