The following I can't describe, since I had done my best to keep the shelf in its place and couldn't see.
I only heard the two clashing and crashing against the walls, against the barricaded kitchen entrance, and against our respective wooden shelves.
Mine broke, and for a brief second, I could see the blade of a scythe. "It almost hit me!" I cried quietly to Dan, who could barely help me push the shelf.
"You're a lucky one," he whispered, sweating.
Seconds later, we noticed an unnerving silence.
"Why are we fighting again?" the Housekeeper asked aloud.
"Something is not right," the Butler answered, which was the signal we were waiting for.
"Charge!" Charlie cried, prompting us to enter battle.
When I kicked the shelf out of the way, I could see both of their life bars. The Housekeeper was at 30% and the Butler at 15%!
A ball of fire coming from the kitchen impacted the Housekeeper's face, making him recoil.
"You, fools!" the Butler cried, before getting tackled by Charlie.
"Taylor!"
"Hammer Strike!" I cast, successfully hitting the butler in the head, which was quite handsome by the way. He had this mature manly beau--Ah, forget it! He was now at 7%.
The slim old man stepped back, disoriented, crashing against the kitchen's entrance. "You will never reach Lord Dy--"
"Hi there," Grace said behind him. She grabbed his shoulders and quickly released fire, burning him.
Charlie finished him by decapitating him.
+++ You have defeated The Butler, Marick! +++
Only one left.
I glanced at the Housekeeper's HP... 15%! Steve was keeping him busy, while Dan kept attacking him from afar.
"I must protect the mansion," he said, getting bigger. His arms had swollen and his head reached the ceiling.
"He's transforming into his second phase!" Steve cried. "Don't let him!"
"I'll try something new!" I shouted to Charlie. "But I'll need some space!"
"Go ahead!" he said, stepping aside.
I closed my fists against the hammer's handle and concentrated mana into it. I then used the weight of the hammer's head to propel me, spinning with the resulting momentum. Before reaching the enemy, I felt the heat of another fireball fly above my head. "Hammer Spin Strike!"
I hit him in his muscular belly. The sound of metal striking flesh echoed through the T-shaped corridor. The next thing I saw after falling over my butt, was Steve and Charlie running at the same time, piercing the Housekeeper's neck with their blades.
I was too dizzy to tell if we had--
+++ You have defeated The Housekeeper, Bilmur! +++
+++ Congratulations! You are now level 7! +++
Oh, thanks, Miss System.
+++ You have also developed a new technique!
Hammer Spin Strike! +++
About that! Can I change the name of my techniques?
+++ Special Techniques are born thanks to the heat of battle and the adrenaline you're experiencing. Changing their name would detract from your previous achievements.+++
Fine…
"You know?" Charlie said, glancing at everyone. "This was pretty fun!"
"We did it, guys!" Grace said, getting out of the kitchen and stepping over the broken barricade. "We'll finally be able to take on the final--!" She tripped, letting another bottle fall.
Huh… As the butler said, something was not right…
"Are you okay, Grace?" Dan rushed to aid her. "Be careful, the floor is full of smithereens."
"Grace!" Charlie cried, coughing, as a pink gas engulfed us all in. "Are we in trouble? Is this another enraging potion?"
"Don't worry, guys. It's not dangerous."
For a couple of seconds, it was difficult to see, and I could hear everyone coughing.
"Let's move to the kitchen!" Charlie ordered, and I felt someone grabbing my hand.
We got inside, being welcomed by the place's warmth.
"Is everyone okay? Do you feel like killing someone?"
"Don't joke about it, Charles," Dan grunted. "If Grace said it's not dangerous, I trust her."
"Guys," Grace said, looking at her hands. "I don't feel so good…"
"I'm also feeling a little dizzy," Charlie said, touching his head. "How about you, Steve? Taylor?"
"I…" Steve muttered, looking down towards his… crotch?! "I'm feeling weird... Grace, what did that bottle--" he shut his mouth, widening his eyes.
I looked in his gaze's direction, getting the same reaction. Grace was sitting over the table, lifting her robe to get rid of her panties, another lacy thong, like the one she had gifted me. "What is happening to my body?" she moaned while taking away her clothes. Naked, she lied on the table, exposing her shaved pussy toward us. "I can't… I can't control myself anymore… Someone... Please... I can't stand it anymore!"
An erection… Everyone had it! Trust me, I checked!
Dan was the first to take off his pants and step forward. "Oh, Grace! Can I really…?"
"Yes, Dan! Come on, put your cock here!" she said, using her fingers to open her intimate lips.
"Thank you, Grace! Thank you!" Dan cried, getting over her.
This… This was really happening...
"Grace, you bitch!" I cried, realizing she had dropped that pink potion on purpose!
She peered over Dan's shoulder and dedicated a wicked gaze to me.
Someone then grabbed me by the arm, startling me. Slowly turning around, I found Charlie blushing.
"T-Taylor…" he moaned.