Chapter 180
Indeed, if one looked without knowing the circumstances, wasn’t she a woman with a rather satisfying sculptural beauty? Surely that thing humans called the ‘Creator’ had made and sent her with the intention of uprooting and killing him, who had rooted himself in the ley lines of this world.
Therefore, the priests must have told the woman to stay by his side—enchant the monster with bewitching glances, make him lose his senses with seductive movements, and in the end, press together and rub the places where two human bodies entered and exited day and night, filling her completely with his seed.
And when he let his guard down, they must have ordered her to cut off the monster’s head.
There was no way he would fail to see through the schemes of those bastards, who were as petty as they were despicable. They had made a frail human woman do the absurd task of cutting off this thick neck, so even those bloodless, tearless priests must have had at least a few among them shudder in pity for her.
Thus, as a result, they had somehow played a trick and caused the woman to receive control of this mansion.
But did they think he would let things go their way?
Segleninde snorted as he looked at the small woman shrinking back when there were only a few steps left between them. Even if she was a pitiful woman sacrificed by the priests’ schemes, that was none of his concern. At last, the time had come to bring despair to those bastards, and he could not be happier.
So once he caught that woman, he would turn her into rags and show them.
As the woman wished, he would hold onto that body day and night without letting go, insert the reproductive organ that was plainly attached to this body in the shape of a living creature, and pour his seed into her until her insides burst.
He would lick the cheek of the woman crying that she was scared because her belly was swelling with his seed, and whisper. Isn’t this what you wanted? You came here intending this from the start, didn’t you? What would the priests say if they saw you like this, hm?
No, there was no reason to show them that sight.
He would simply keep the woman bound by his side and let them never know whether she was alive or dead, making them burn with anxiety. After losing the most perfect woman they had received as a gift from their god, they would stamp their feet and shed tears of blood every night.
Then he would quietly say to that woman, who would tearfully say she had to go back to the priests. That there was no longer any need. That she could stay peacefully in his arms and not know a single difficult or frightening thing in this world…
And if, contrary to her original intention, the woman ended up bewitched by him and said she would take him as her man and stay by his side forever, then he was not entirely unwilling to give her the position of mistress of the ducal residence. If he was going to move while blending into human affairs, it would be convenient for him to have a companion anyway.
Since it had come to that, if the woman wanted, he would let her carry his seed in her womb and live with her, caring for her so she could be peaceful until the day she died. Humans died too quickly, so would it be better to extend her lifespan and make her live similarly to him?
It would not be unpleasant to hear her look up at her man with a clear face in the bright daytime, cling tightly to his chest, smile softly, and call him husband. At most, it would be like the sound of a sprout pushing up. That was all.
So he did not feel rushed at all. He had not the slightest thought of catching the woman right now, pulling her toward him, and telling her he would give her the place of lady of the house, so she should say what she wanted. There was absolutely no reason for him to be careful about when to catch the woman, who was shrinking back in fear of him.
And as Cynthia looked at that Segleninde, she thought.
‘That’s the expression Sellie makes when he’s looking at me and spouting nonsense in his head.’
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