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Erotic Atmosphere
17. Attention
The Marquis of Vermont was imprisoned in the basement of the Grand Library of Pronoia.  There is no prison for humans, but there were prisons for wild animals that were occasionally captured for experiments.
Chairman Temer and the scholars had never caught a man before, so handling him was very difficult.  So, he decided to leave it alone until he gets an order from his superiors. Then he ordered someone to watch over the Marquis.
They had no idea that the person among them was an assassin planted by the Marquis.
“Stupid bastards.”
The Marquis of Vermont clicked his tongue and grunted. His handcuffs and gags were loose.  The assassin, who waited until night and released him, prostrated himself before the Marquis.
“Give me the order.”
“What about the Legendary Lord?”
“We cannot detect any presence of him with our powers.”
The Marquis of Vermont once again clicked his tongue.
“Then it’s Kyrie Buchanan. If you want to take revenge on someone who doesn’t even know about chivalry, it’s better to tell him about the pain of losing something equally precious.”
The assassin got up and handed the sword to the Marquis.  Naturally, the Marquis of Vermont was an excellent knight from generation to generation.
“Kyrie Buchanan is on the top floor of the living area.”
“Guide me.”
The two assassins who returned after looking around joined them. When they saw the marquis, they bowed down, and then reported the scouts.
“The figure of the Legendary Lord cannot be seen. However, it was confirmed through the powerful maid who was in the kitchen that Kyrie Buchanan is suffering from a high fever.”
“Good.”
The Marquis of Vermont, who had been attacked by MarryAnne once, answered darkly.  Because he was a knight, he did not have good compatibility with wizards or elves.
One childless father and three assassins began to move quietly.
The night in Pronoa was quiet. The wizards, the young men, left for the outskirts of the city to watch over the army of the Marquis of Vermont, who had lost their leader. Thanks to this, the Grand Library was not crowded enough to walk loudly down the hall.
The assassins who arrived in Kyrie’s bedroom, which they had learned beforehand, exchanged hand signals.  A man stuck to the door and carefully looked inside.  There was no sound from the inside for quite some time.  It was clear that Buchanan was sleeping.
It’s quiet. Start.
The hand signal passed, and one of the assassins cautiously clasped the lock on the door. The door was not locked. By then the Marquis of Vermont felt a faint apprehension, but the assassin quickly opened the door.
The door opened without a sound.  It was the exact opposite of the other doors of the Grand Library making unpleasant noises like an old building. They had no way of knowing that Nathaniel had someone lubricate the hinges and every corner of the door.
The room was filled with moonlight. It didn’t feel like a dark night at all, but the inside of the room felt like a dreamy space separated from reality.
The first thing the intruders found when they entered the room with their feet lowered and silenced their footsteps was the room’s owner, Kyrie Buchanan.
Even in her sleep, she had a cold face.  But perhaps because of the heat, her face was red, sweaty, and the hem of her clothes was ruffled.  The fact that a woman with her ascetic impression and her defenseless appearance made her look a little more playful on the contrary.
However, there was a more decadent man beside her, who seemed to have been born to seduce from head to toe.
Legendary Nathaniel sat on the edge of Kyrie’s bed. His face, in the moonlight from the side, was gentle and calm. He was dignified and ferocious at the same time.
The intruders were momentarily perplexed when Kyrie Buchanan and Nathaniel were together. But didn’t show any movement.  There was no particular reason. It was simply because Nathaniel’s fingers were moving very smoothly.
That finger was the problem.
An unusually long, articulated finger was slowly stroking Kyrie Buchanan’s face. Perhaps because of the heat, Kyrie seemed to like his cold hands. She would bow obediently along Nathaniel’s fingers that tickled her skin.
Nathaniel sat still, ignoring the intruders, as he watched Kyrie follow his fingers with her heated face. His eyes were as calm as an autumn lake, but no one thought he was actually keeping his composure.
The assassins swallowed their saliva without realizing it. It was the kind of hesitation that reflexively silences when you unintentionally peek into someone else’s immoral private life.
Nathaniel’s fingers continued to caress Kyrie’s face, ignoring them all. He touched Kyrie’s sleeping eyelids, eyelashes, tall nose, round cheeks, and soft skin.
Finally, when the finger that had been circling the edge of her face slowly touched Kyrie’s lips, Kyrie Buchanan let out a small moan.
“Hnng…….”
Perhaps it was the night or the heat, the sound was overly erotic. Their chest pounded slightly, trying to catch their breath. Soon, her lips parted slowly. It didn’t matter whether it was for her breathing or for a sleep talk. The intruders swallowed their saliva without realizing it.
Nathaniel’s finger resting on her lower lip was sucked into Kyrie’s mouth in a natural, physical flow and she closed it.
Perhaps the tongue or wet mucous membrane touched his fingers, thought the assassins.
For a moment, Nathaniel’s blue eyes shook.
Kyrie seemed to lick it a little to see what was in her mouth, but then, as if it wasn’t what she wanted, she stuck out her tongue and pushed his finger away, narrowing her eyebrows.
Nathaniel gently bit his finger.
And that was it.
After sitting for a while, watching Kyrie, he shifted his gaze to the intruders who had gathered together and were frozen like ice.
[You are a little ignorant.]
Nathaniel slowly stood up. Then, he left the room past the Marquis of Vermont and the intruders, who were unable to do this or that.
Nathaniel exhaled a drowsy and bewitching breath as the night’s uninvited guests showed no sign of chasing after him.
[Are you going to be there?]
Dok, dok.
The assassins obediently shook their heads.  Behind Vermont, they didn’t see much, but they shifted from their place with an unfair heart as if they were a servant who was cursed for stealing someone else’s painting.
When the door was closed, the three assassins in a clumsy pose, the Marquis of Vermont, who was somehow exhausted, and Nathaniel, who was as handsome as a lotus on the mud, stood.
In a situation where it was difficult for anyone to speak first, Nathaniel was the first to speak.
[What now.]
“…….”
At Nathaniel’s words, the four men looked at him. He let out a low breath.
[It’s difficult. Right?]
“…….”
[You speak little. Yeah, if you don’t notice, it’s better to keep your mouth shut.]
Even with the enemy in front of his eyes, Nathaniel spoke calmly as if he were dealing with his old friend. He was clenching his fist the whole time, as if he felt the sensation of Kyrie Buchanan’s tongue wrapped around his finger rather than his clenching fist itself.
Even so, he seemed to be thinking about something by himself for a while, then whispered while blinking his terribly deep blue eyes.
[……Well, it wasn’t that bad even when she wasn’t crying.]
After saying that, Nathaniel was silent for a moment for some unknown reason, and then he raised his head.
[Right?]
They had no way of knowing that it was the heart of a naive and innocent child that would only be shown to Kyrie at times.
I mean, no, no, it’s probably not, but what should I do?
One of the assassins, bewildered by that thought, unconsciously nodded his head.  Nathaniel’s gaze went straight to him.
[I’ll save you.]
And he showed the true form of the Legendary Lord in an instant.
A shadow squirmed behind him and inflated it’s body. The temperature around him dropped in an instant, and a cruel smile appeared on his beautiful lips.
[I thought you’d would come, but I didn’t know you would be so stupid.  To be honest, I’m very happy. People like you are easy to understand.]
Nathaniel knew better than anyone how to acknowledge the gap and distance himself from his opponent.  Because the reversal happened too quickly, the Marquis and the assassins did not react in time.
They were in a black space in the blink of an eye.
And Nathaniel wasn’t there.
“What is t, this…….”
The Marquis of Vermont, who woke up late, raised his voice as he stuttered.
“Legendary Lord! This wicked demon!  Where did you bring us!”
A laughter was heard from somewhere in the pitch darkness. The low-pitched voice was very aristocratic and cold.
[The place you wished for.]
“Come here! Fight with my sword!”
There was no answer. The surrounding area was like liquid, gas or slime-like black mist.  It wasn’t just the fog.  Thousands of tiny twinkling white stars were scattered everywhere.
“W, what is that…….”
One of the assassins muttered in horror.  People lifted their heads and looked around, and only then did they realize that the white dots weren’t as romantic as stars, they were tiny eyeballs.
They blinked slowly and smiled. Occasionally, small, sharp teeth like the edge of a leaf were visible.
“Oh, I hate it!  D, don’t come!”
“Ugh!”
The assassins screamed and swung their swords.  Nathaniel, who was somewhere in the middle, whispered in a languid voice.
[If you were a true worshiper of chivalry, you would have the ability to deal with them. But my cat….]
His words were interrupted for a moment.  After being silent for a while, Nathaniel spoke calmly, as if something had just happened.
[I’m sorry I tried to touch Kyrie.]
“Ha! You’re not even human, and talking chivalry! You should feel the pain of your precious person dying, too!”
[I’ve been through that kind of stuff.]
“Then come out! Take your woman’s revenge!”
[Ah. Revenge……..]
He mumbled the word very sweetly.
[It’s also fun. But since I’m not a prodigy like you, I’ve decided to grant your wishes with great generosity, I guess that’s my new role these days.]
Nathaniel’s growling was heard.
[What you really want is not a fight with me. Right?]
At that moment, the fog lifted. The suffocating pressure was gone, but it wasn’t welcome. Hundreds of humans were still walking in the distance in the black space. They all looked like corpses with twisted limbs, with no heads, no arms, no eyes.
And he was holding a sword, and it was all one man.
“Ah, ah, ah, father………”
“Oh, Dad……..”
“Sa, sa, save me……..”
The old face of the Marquis of Vermont was crushed by despair. A silent scream escaped from his mouth.
“Gladioso…….”