Wind entered through the holes and cracks of the room. It slowly ignited the little fire-- higher and larger. Then, it was compressed back to its original size.

The fire remained the size of a small baby fist for a long time.

There seemed to be a boundary separating the wind and fire. Yet the temperature only continued to increase.

The little fire was emitting an extremely unbearable heatwave.

As the heat aroused more, the heat of fun and enjoyment also spiked up inside the brothel. They thought it was only their body reacting to the moment of pleasure.

"I have been releasing my heat two times now, but it's still hot!"

"I'm melting! Call the owner of this Blossom House!"

"What are they doing?! We need at least a Rank 3 Ice Mage to withstand this heat!"

"Where's the Brothel's Boss?"

Every pair of men and women were stuck inside their own private room. They stopped what they were doing since they were busy wiping their sweat off their faces.

"I'm a Rank 4 Water Mage from the Royal Mage Association!"

As the young man announced his origins inside his own private room, he directed his mana to release a water cannon, hoping to break the door or walls.

Unfortunately, only fear was left on his face when he saw what happened to the water cannon he was about to release.

Only the Rank 3 mage with an affinity similar to water, ice, and wind have the chance to save themselves. However, they noticed their magic and mana were all unusable.

There was an invisible force sucking all of the energy and mana out of their body. They were being dried out.

"Please wait for a while! The enforcement will come soon!"

Manura, the owner of the brothel, panicked. She was walking back and forth to every private room and tried to calm her customers with the two of her only assistants.

This could not be happening to them. Walls and doors and windows were covered in a burning heat.

She has been lying about the enforcement she used to lift their feelings; to calm them down.

No one could use sound magic to announce to the whole town there was something going on in their small brothel.

Getting out alive from here may be possible but she needed to face the wrath of the War Ministry for being unable to take immediate measures to prevent this accident from happening.

Manura was blessed earlier with an expensive doll. And because of that, she gave a discounted price to her customers which reached the ears of the little opportunists.

She offered private service to the Nobles and public service to the small Merchants.

No matter how small she earned from every person, a small amount would make a difference.

That was why her business remained in the number one spot. Her strategy to earn money by knowing her customers the best became her weapon only a few can get.

Sometimes, even if they have the capability to do so, they would still succumb to greed. A momentary pleasure in exchange for everlasting wealth.

Her new doll has lifeless eyes, like a doll crafted in human skin. Whether that doll was a girl or boy, she was still confident of the doll to pick an expensive price.

Thus, she put it separately from others.

Other than the three rooms empty of customers, the VIP room was also empty.

It was not the peak hour of their business. The VIP customers have yet to come.

That's why she needed to solve this problem immediately.

"Lala, fetch some useless doll in there and throw it out of the brothel. Be sure to instruct them to get some enforcement," Manura instructed firmly. Her voice was obviously trying to hide the nervousness she was feeling.

"We'll use a doll here as a weapon?" Pawat exclaimed in shock because of the unbelievable idea their lady had in mind.

Manura hit her and grittily warned, "Or do you want to be the one used to break this wall of heat?"

Wiping the sweat cascading down her cheeks, Pawat dropped her head low and apologetically replied, "Yes, Lady. They deserve it."

"Why don't we just wait for the enforcement? I think it's a rather good idea than to sacrifice one source of crystals."

Manura fell into deep thought. Lala has a point.

The heat may have reached the nearby houses and streets. They just need to wait for a short time and they will be saved. Although they felt something unnatural, they still believed they could get out of this hell alive.

Since the brothel was located in the western capital of the kingdom where the streets were usually filled with activity, they were confident someone would notice the burning heat emitting out of their brothel.

Unbeknownst to them, unlike inside the brothel, outside has a fine temperature. The illusion of a bustling brothel still impressed the people.

The burning heat was stuck only inside the house as if a barrier suppressing all the heat from leaking out.

Considering Lala's idea, Manura approved and thought of another thing to do.

The source of this problem.

"Let us separate and look for what or who started this idea. There may be a trap set in our house." Manura's eyes glinted sharply as she looked at the floor threateningly.

"I'll check all the private rooms, Landlady."

"I'll go to the public area. Just sit there, lady. We will do the job for you."

Manura fanned herself and wiped the sweat profusing from her face. It was only a few minutes since her assistants separated from her, but it felt like a millennium.

She sat there, waiting for them to come back. Her eyes remain on the corridor where Pawat and Lala left.

Suddenly, the heat amplified. The surrounding distorted, walls started to blacken, and the decorations slowly melted. Not only the decorations, but the skin of the people in the brothel melted akin to wildly flaming candles.

It was such a peaceful night. No one had the idea of the tragedy taking place in the popular brothel.

Inside the brothel, there was a room that was left out from the scorching heat. It was as though the tragedy did not occur in the same place.

A girl was sitting naked on top of the soft mattress. Her hair flashed black and purplish color.

After an unknown period of time, the girl opened her eyes. And then she disappeared from the room as if she was not there in the first place.

The room then started to melt like any other room.