Chapter 126: Alric’s Dread
His three beasts dropped instantly to their knees, bodies shaking violently, whimpers tearing from their throats.
Lily had summoned Lunaria.
The beast stood eight ters tall, her powerful, toned body towering over Alric’s wolves—each barely a ter in height, with the mid 2-star reaching only two ters. All were ordinary or mortal rank beasts
The wolves were terrified, whimpering uncontrollably under her presence alone. Lunaria’s astral body emitted a faint, dreadful glow of mana—blackish-blue, cold and oppressive—pressing down on everything around her like a silent declaration of dominance.
"W-who?!" Alric spun his head left and right in panic, eyes darting wildly as he searched for whoever had summoned the monstrous wolf looming before him.
"Did she give you money?!" he blurted out desperately. "I promise I’ll give more! Five silver? Ten silver? Or twenty?! I can give that!"
Lily, whose thoughts had montarily drifted back to Leo when Alric had spewed sothing about sucking Leo’s dick, snapped back to reality at his rambling voice.
"Numbskull, look closely—" she said flatly. "Lunaria, didn’t I teach you how to juggle with wind? See? There’s the toy. Go on, play with him."
As she spoke, a vine erupted violently from the ground, coiling around Alric’s beasts and locking them firmly in place.
Alric didn’t even have ti to process what had happened when the towering beast before him perked one ear up. Mana pressure surged outward as Lunaria activated her skill, the air itself screaming in response.
That was the beginning of the end.
From that mont on, Alric was rolled across the ground, hurled high into the air, then smashed back down like a discarded doll. Invisible forces flung him around relentlessly, precise wind blades tearing through his clothes with cruel accuracy. Fabric was shredded apart until he was left in nothing but half-torn underwear, barely clinging to his body and threatening to fall at any mont.
He cried and scread. And the instant he realized whose beast it was, he began begging.
The dread truly set in when he saw Lily standing there.
She wore a faint, sadistic smile, lips gently curled as though she were enjoying an especially satisfying performance. A subtle glow lingered in her eyes—cold, sharp, and no less horrifying than the beast behind her.
Lily controlled every movent to the last atom, issuing silent commands with ruthless precision, as if orchestrating a battlefield rather than a beating. By the ti it ended, Alric was foaming at the mouth. He had vomited mid-air, dirt sared across his body, and the faint, unmistakable stench of piss hung in the air.
Only then did Lily turn her gaze toward Miho.
Miho stood frozen, eyes wide, watching the sa master—the man who punished her for every minor mistake—get smashed into the ground over and over again.
"Tell , Miho," Lily said calmly, "did this rat ever touch you inappropriately?"
Her tone left no doubt—if the answer was yes, Alric’s fate would end here.
"H-huh? N-n—" Miho faltered, her gaze flickering back to Alric, who lay groaning weakly on the ground.
"Don’t worry," Lily said, smiling softly. "Just tell the truth. I promise he won’t be able to touch you again. Because he won’t have the capability for it."
Though she spoke gently, Alric heard every word.
The implication hit him like a blade, making his fuzzy mind jolt straight.
S-she will cut my dick!!!
His face drained of colour as his legs scrunched together instinctively, trying to hide whatever little dignity he had left.
Despair flooded his expression when Lily’s hand began to glow blue, wind mana condensing sharply around her fingers.
His only hope was Miho.
She shook visibly, legs trembling as she forced herself to speak.
"N-no... Mas— I an, A-Alric didn’t touch inappropriately," she said. "He said I was ugly..."
Her eyes reddened as mories of his constant insults and venomous words resurfaced.
A sliver of relief crept into Alric’s heart. It wasn’t that he hadn’t done anything—just not to her. Not because of kindness, but because of his own limitations.
He already had two wives to satisfy. After that, he barely had the energy or desire to touch anyone else—sothing like post-nut clarity. That was why he had left Miho alone.
The only person who could make his desire burn past exhaustion was Lily.
Miho, anwhile, had beco his outlet—soone to vent all his ugliness onto, grinding her spirit down until she was ek and silent.
The glow around Lily’s hand dimd as she paused, thinking.
Then she reached into her bag, rummaging through the Beast Cores until her fingers found sothing specific.
"Yes. This," she said, pulling out a core that looked disturbingly like solidified vomit.
She handed it to Miho.
"Take this. Use your talent, and whatever skill cos out—use it on him."
"W-what is this?" Miho asked hesitantly.
"Nothing harmful," Lily replied with a smile. "Trust . You’ll like it."
Lily knew forcing Miho to harm soone directly would only do more damage in her current state. So she chose another way.
The mont Miho activated her talent, her other hand glowed faintly. A wet, brownish sli shot forward, splattering directly over Alric. He tried to block it, but so of it slipped past, splashing into his mouth.
The sll was so vile that even Lily took a step back.
She rembered it clearly—the beast had to be killed from afar with countless windblades, and the core she had harvested had a gut-wrenching stench that was impossible to forget.
Alric’s face twisted grotesquely, his features contorting until he looked more like a rat than a man. His eyes watered violently as his gag reflex kicked in—but nothing ca out. He had already vomited up everything he had.
Miho watched in stunned silence as her fear of Alric slowly began to fade. She had never imagined that the man who haunted her entire life could be reduced to sothing so pitiful.
She looked at Lily as if she were dreaming.
Lily gestured for her to continue.
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