The urgent alarm bells rang through the entire border city, shattering the tranquility of the night.
Under the influence of magic, the magic potion turned into a cloud mist that enveloped the streets, quickly spreading its effect, forcibly kicking the residents along the street out of their dreams, waking them up with a dazed look in their eyes.
In other unaffected areas, the alarm bells and magic crystal stone lamps also operated at full capacity, driving away the peaceful night completely.
The residents fell into confusion and panic for a moment, and some unrest and disorder appeared on the streets.
Despite this, the Count's prestige over the years hadn't wavered. The citizens of the city were accustomed to his policies, and although this sudden action was surprising and incomprehensible, due to their trust and obedience to this city manager, the chaos did not spread.
With the proper appeasement from the swiftly dispatched city guards and municipal department personnel, the disturbance was quickly brought under control.
The entire fortress city started to operate again, and countless well-armored soldiers, fully armed, marched through the streets and alleys in an orderly fashion, assembling toward the center of action—the Extraordinary Prison.
Moving her gaze away from the golden-red large bird that was staring intently at her, the masochist squinted her eyes, her tongue tipped with a metal ball stretched out long, touching a drop of fine drizzle.
A Crisp feeling surged into her mind instantly, like being abruptly awakened from a nightmare; though the feeling lasted only a moment, it was enough to pull an ordinary person out of deep sleep.
"No wonder the Nightmare didn't make any moves..." Her face turned slightly, looking a bit unsightly.
The magic potion replicated with Illusory Origin Magic, though its potency hardly diminishes, disappears quickly, so it cannot be used for healing or blessings kinds of magic potions, but it is just right for the Awakening Technique—after all, interrupting dreams only requires an instant of clarity.
And once awakened from the dream, then it's the job for Flash Skill and Shock Technique.
Nightmares are dominators of dreams but also reliant on dreams for existence; when everyone is awake, even a powerful Nightmare Sage is no different from a fish out of water.
By now, relying on that magic creature was meaningless; she could almost imagine the agony it was in.
"That feeling... must be really soothing," the masochist's face revealed a mad smile, an unhealthy sense of nostalgia in her gaze.
"I've tried water torture before, the air that I depend upon gradually disappearing, a burning sensation in my chest, yet unable to draw any breath in the desperation, that sense of suffocation..." Her cheeks flushed, revealing a subtle satisfaction.
"It's a pity that I find it difficult to experience that feeling now."
She licked her lips, with a hint of frailty in her demeanor, yet her mouth corners drew a mocking curve; though she was trapped in an encircling crisis, she remained fearless, even provocatively revealing a smile, kindling a reasonless sinful fire in one's heart.
[The Masochist activated skill: Masochistic Seduction]
D132+61=d132(11)+61=72
[Hero's Aura (Gleaming Scale Serpent D2, too calm, no bonus)]
2d154=d154(110)+d154(101)=211
The masochist giggled, the chains around her danced as if alive, bringing a crisp metallic sound, occasionally lifting her large robe, revealing pale skin, and weaving through her clothes, stroking her body, making tantalizingly subtle sounds.
Regardless of gender, everyone who witnessed her posture began to feel a strange violent emotion rising within. The prison guards' glances turned nearly crimson, their hands holding weapons trembled slightly; as for the Black Gate Sect believers, their expressions were extremely conflicted, ardor mixed with trepidation.
Wanting to punish her, beat her, abuse her… to make her understand who the real high-ranking individual was—
Bathing in the intense gaze that seemed to pierce the skin, the masochist's smile grew more enchanting and seductive, as if enjoying the emotions of everyone gradually losing control.
But the next moment, a flame rose higher and more fiercely along with the raging wind, stealing away all gazes.
As if to demonstrate one's insignificance, under that supreme light and heat, the violent desires quickly faded away.
—Within the white night, the Sun had risen.
"Do you only have this much to say?" A frosted and authoritative voice came from mid-air.
Hero spread her wings and flew into the sky, her tail feathers scattering sparks in the night sky, looking down with cold phoenix eyes at the masochist below, her intense magic power vibrating, conveying her words.
Beneath her feet, a transparent and luminous Demon Core radiated a frosted glow, the raging wind sweeping up snow and ice, mixing with the fiery flames surrounding her, the dichotomy of ice and fire seamlessly spiraling in the sky,
Despite Hero having expended a great amount of magic power, that oppressive force still penetrated the night sky like the sun, leaving one breathless.
The masochist's expression stiffened; she raised her head to meet Hero's gaze, that look of cold disdain, as if contemplating an ant, made her shiver slightly, clenching her legs tightly.
—She realized that in the other's eyes, she was no longer a human, but something more inferior, more polluted... Yes, like the existence of a Goblin.
"Hero, I'm growing more and more fond of you."
The masochist didn't look away, instead, her eyes shone even brighter.
"I actually don't like gentle people, nor do I like safe words; yes, you are like fire, fierce, pure..."
Her words were filled with provocation and desire, as if begging for Hero's judgement.
"Are you finished speaking?"
However, Hero's gaze remained unflinching.