Chapter 9 - CH 9 The wise Athena

Steel his will, Eshir elegantly stepped out of the door frame. But before he could properly walk out. He hears loud sounds of footsteps. "Da fuck?" Eshir said in confusion.

From the opposite side of the opened door, he saw a shadow emerge at great speed. A black-haired hair gray-eyed beautiful woman clothed in a classic maid outfit and black thigh-high tights. Their eyes meet as she looks at him from the corner of her eyes.

Before he understands what is happening. That woman somersaulted like a professional acrobat but with a tiny difference of not being in control. After a few rolls her face slammed into the ground with her neck moved at an unnatural angle. Blood started to flow from her face, painting the ground near her face with warm bloody-red liquid.

"I... I didn't do—" Before he could even complete his sentence. Similar footsteps echo in the hallway again but this time it's not from only one person.

In fear, Eshir quickly slammed the door closed. 'I-I didn't do anything. I-Its... it's... Yeah, she lost consciousness because of the terrible smell coming from the room. Yeah, it's not my fault.' Eshir thinks while taking a step back. The previous elegance and arrogance are nowhere to be seen. The giggling background music becomes so high that he feels his ears might bleed.

Eshir once again opened the door but this time only enough so his voice could be heard. He asks in his usual authoritative voice "Bring me a towel and prepare water for my bath. Clean this room up when I go to bath. And... and heal her if she is still alive" But he couldn't stop the tone of his voice Weaver at the end.

...

After bathing two times in a row. Eshir finally leaves the bathroom. Clad in a grayish-white bathrobe, he sits on an armchair. A male servant moves his fingers in Eshir's long silky hair skillfully while drying his hair with a warm air spell.

A maid he had never seen before entered his sight holding a tray. In the tray is a cup of coffee which he likes and some sugar to adjust the sweetness. Although it feels weird to Eshir as to where they get it from as he didn't get the chance to drink coffee here or tell them to buy it. Ignoring it he sips the coffee which tastes just the way he likes it.

'It's surely nice to be rich.' Eshir thinks happily again. Ignoring the enchanting voice who is talking or better, mocking him nonstop since he wakes up after the ritual. But the oddest thing Eshir finds is the fluctuations in her words.

Some of her sentences were so rude that they could make even a monk wish to beat her ass and some of her sentences felt like a child's tantrums.

When everyone except him left the room under his instructions. The elegant expression on his face crumbles and finally changes. "Ohh, for the sake of Yggdrasil, can't you stop speaking for a moment"

After a few seconds of silence, that bewitching voice spoke again [Miracle, Miracle. A speaking dog]

"Huh?" Eshir frowned, and responded to her in the same way "If I'm a dog then what are you? A dog's servant. By this logic isn't your worth lower than a dog? By the way, what is your name?"

Before she could reply, he asked her name skillfully evading her comeback.

After coming into Eshir's body, The most convenient thing Pavitr gets except Money is the way of words.

To Eshir, Being a noble of high rank and son of his kingdom's or even the whole continent's greatest strategist and general this skill is compulsory.

Eshir has to choose the words after careful deliberation and consideration to not sully his family's reputation. Despite not liking noble gatherings and social events to have enough real-life practice. He can proudly say he is on an expert level. To Pavitr, being a shat-in, this skill is like a match made in heaven.

The previous Pavitr had to take a few seconds to choose his words and by the time he said those words she would already tell him another thing and all their time would have been wasted in arguing.

Eshir usually doesn't mind quarreling a little but alas, Today, and especially now he doesn't have the luxury of time because an annoying event is coming.

Hearing his question the captivating voice fell silent.

[I don't need one] After a few moments the voice said again.

"Oh, what a pity, But I can't leave someone with a voice as charming as your unnamed. I would like to bestow you the name, Athena. A beautiful name befitting for someone as wise and beautiful as you." Eshir said with a stunning smile on his face. His choice of words and tone emphasizes his admiration for her.

[I don't mind what you mortals call me... Thank you] Athena said the last two words in a tone that Eshir couldn't understand.

Despite not understanding it one bit. He reads enough novels with a similar plot and has confidence in his ability to charm young maidens. He guessed the word she said. 'Something like Thank you or I love you.'

'Another girl fell for me. Quite a sinful person I am.' Eshir thinks and a smug smile forms on his face.

[Anyway, where was I? Yeah, dancing you look like a fuck face monkey in heat. hahaha. Just one time. Dance for me again. Seeing you is like seeing a whole zoo. You dance like a monkey, scream like a bitch. *Ahh Mama, help, it hurt, ahh*] As if piqued with something, Athena mocked him and mimicked the screams he made in ritual.

Eshir's face reddened hearing her talking about the dance. While bathing he couldn't wait and checked his status to see if the ritual actually worked or if he just got tortured for nothing.

[Name - Eshir Lionheart
Age - 15
Race - Human
Rank in - {Alphabet} {Numbers}
Rank - G- [Experience- 0/500]
Job - String Master
Hp - 100/100
Mana - 00 » 64/100
Strength - 8 » 9
Agility - 7 » 8
Sense - 6 » 7
Stamina - 9 » 10
Defense - 7 » 8
Body - Dexterity
Bloodline - War Lord/ Vampire Prince
Title -
Affinity - String
Special Skill - [Marionettist](S), [Tyranny of Wealthy](S)
Skills - [Thread Master], [Wealthy Leader]
Spells -
{Believer of The World tree}

Seeing the rise in his stats he couldn't stop himself from dancing in joy. While dancing he almost fell due to the slipperiness of the floor.

As the mana is strengthening his body. His other stats too are slowly rising. Some of his stats already reached 10 which are the stats of a normal adult human in this world.

While thinking of the dance Eahir suddenly remembered the new bloodline he got with ritual. Don't want another problem like mana to arise again. He ignores Athane's rude words which are more rude with every passing second. He opened his status again.

[Name - Eshir Lionheart
Age - 15
Race - Human
Rank in - {Alphabet} {Numbers}
Rank - G- [Experience- 0/500]
Job - String Master
Hp - 100/100
Mana - 64 » 78/100
Strength - 9 » 10
Agility - 8 » 10
Sense - 7 » 10
Stamina - 9 » 10
Defense - 8 » 10
Body - Dexterity
Bloodline - War Lord/ Vampire Prince
Title -
Affinity - String
Special Skill - [Marionettist](S), [Tyranny of Wealthy](S)
Skills - [Thread Master], [Wealthy Leader]
Spells -
{Believer of The World tree}

{[War Lord]
—All men can see the tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved.
—Strategist(Rare), Charismatic leader(Rare)

Effects

—Map creation (Only usable in war)
—Authoritative aura (Only usable in war)}

{[Vampire]
—In the shadows of the night, the seductive enigmas of night, conceal their eternal thirst and desire for fated blood in their charming eyes.
—Blood Maniputater(Rare), Finder of lost blood(Rare)

Effects

—Blood berserker
—Charmer}

[Blood berserker]
—When not having enough blood in the body. The user will go to Blood Berserker mode.
—Temporarily sacrificing his sanity, the user will get powerful.
—Desire to drink blood.

[Charmer]
—Ability to charm others.

Eshir found the description of Charmer quite vague, unlike the other effects which are described in great detail.

Unable to hold his curiosity he stands against a mirror and uses this ability of his. The stunning, face of his, looks more beautiful than usual. As his pinkish-red eyes glow slightly. Unconsciously, he starts moving his face closer and closer to the mirror.

When his lips were only a few centimeters apart. Athena's laughing voice woke him up from his stupor. He quickly moved his face back, still shocked by what happened.

Before he could say to Athena that he was only looking at his face from close and absolutely not going to kiss the mirror. He hears a knocking noise.

Without even asking who is it. He curses "Well, fuck here we go again"