Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 205: The Invisible Tussle (1)

Third Person's POV

...and flicked it through the air.

It moved silently through the air and cleanly pierced through the hobgoblin's throat.

A spray of dark blood erupted into the air before it froze mid-air due to the presence of extre cold and the monster collapsed onto the very bodies it had butchered.

Silence fell over the clearing once more.

Ethan let out a breath and stretched his fingers as he absorbed the aftermath of his experint.

The results were better than he had anticipated, though there was still much room for improvent and much-needed diligent practice.

For now, he had only learned the execution of the first spell and had no ti to focus on the other two in the list of the three Mind Control Arts he had awakened.

Virelle and Velcy exchanged glances as their gazes lingered on Ethan even longer than before.

Velcy's gaze was filled with excitent and worship though Virelle on the other hand had affection and deep worry in her gaze.

Tonight, they had seen a glimpse of sothing far more terrifying than the monsters of the Dark Forest.

They had seen the true depths of Ethan's power.

Suddenly, Ethan turned to the girls, and his expression softened when he saw their expressions.

"Let's clean up and move on. We still have a long journey ahead."

The carriage stood quietly on the dark forest path, just as before.

The Blood Slave was perched on the driver's seat and remained as still as a statue with its crimson eyes hidden beneath its hood while the spectral horses stood still as their unnatural forms blended seamlessly in the dim forest path.

The eerie silence of the dark forest was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a nocturnal creature.

They did not behave like living creatures, and in truth, both of them were not.

The Blood Slave was both dead and alive at the sa ti. It was a grotesque contradiction and its existence was bound to servitude of its master till their death.

As for the spectral horses, their origins lay in another world and were creatures bred and reared through secretive thods known only to the demon and vampire races.

Rare and highly coveted, they were a symbol of nobility among the common populace and their very presence was enough to instill awe and dread in those who glimpsed them.

Thinking such random thoughts, Ethan stepped into the carriage, and without a single word or command, it began trudging forward once more.

The interior of the carriage was cozy. The soft cushions and warm blankets were a stark contrast to the cold oppressive atmosphere outside.

He settled into the flexible rocking chair and rocked absentmindedly as its gentle motion soothed his tired muscles.

The gentle motion seed to soothe his mind, but before he could fully relax, a blur of white fur streaked toward him from nearly three ters away.

It was Velcy who was still in her white cat form.

She leaped onto his lap with feline agility while her tail flicked playfully in the air.

Ethan did not react to her antics and rely outstretched his arms as if welcoming her. But what he expected did not co to pass.

But before she could land, Virelle's hand moved lightning-fast and intercepted Velcy in mid-air.

"Not so fast," Virelle said, her tone firm but not unkind.

She grabbed the cat girl by the collar and held her up with a single hand.

Velcy went limp imdiately.

So ingrained feline instinct seed to kick in and rendered her completely submissive.

Her tail and ears drooped and her expression turned blank though occasional flickers of confusion danced in her ice-blue eyes.

Ethan observed the scene with mild amusent, but Virelle had no such interest.

Without hesitation, she tossed Velcy onto the bed with a decisive movent as though discarding an unwanted pet.

Then, as if claiming her prize, she stepped forward in long strides, and dropping onto his lap she wrapped her arms possessively around his neck.

Ethan didn't protest.

He simply held her close and allowed her to nuzzle into his neck, though inwardly, he sighed with exasperation and a little fear for the future.

She is getting jealous. Again.

He could tell this had been weighing on her mind for so ti.

Velcy had beco increasingly clingy and was growing closer and closer to him with each passing day as they lived together for the past two years.

And now, Virelle's patience had finally reached its limit.

Velcy who was sprawled on the bed slowly sat up with a sad and almost pitiful expression.

Her large ice-blue eyes shimred with unshed tears as she observed their close embrace, and despite knowing better, Ethan felt his resolve waver.

With a sigh, he beckoned her over. At the sa ti, he adjusted his position and made space for her on his other thigh.

Her face brightened instantly but she hesitated and glanced at Virelle, but when Ethan shifted slightly to make room, she couldn't help herself.

She slid onto his other thigh and her tail curled around his leg as she buried her face in his chest.

Virelle opened her eyes and glanced between Ethan and Velcy, but he pretended not to notice as he ducked his head backward and closed his eyes as if dozing off.

Velcy, taking his cue, buried her face in his chest and feigned sleep as she started snoring intentionally.

Virelle's frustration was evident, but rather than protest, she tightened her grip around his neck as if to assert her claim on him.

Suddenly, he got a wonderful idea to distract her and he decided to intervene before things got out of hand.

"Ahh, Virelle, what was it that you wanted to talk about earlier?" he asked smoothly.

"In the clearing, amidst our battle? I am been very curious to know."

Despite knowing he was rely trying to distract her, Virelle sighed and relented as she shifted her focus to the topic at hand.