"Euénie, fetch me a glass of water," a certain tentacle monster lounged comfortably on the bed, its tentacles intertwining.
"Certainly, the water is on its way," a blue-haired maiden clad in a maid outfit hurriedly carried a tray with a glass on it to serve water to the tentacle monster.
With her twin ponytails swaying, Euénie dashed out of the room. Deprived of her magical powers due to a seal, she could no longer conveniently employ spells. No acceleration, no gravity reduction, nothing could be released.
Yann smiled as he watched Euénie dart away, then turned to Niya and remarked, "Such is life, isn't it, Niya?"
Niya flipped through the book in front of her, noncommittally acknowledging. She had thought Yann lacked integrity enough, yet Euénie proved her wrong.
Yann's instructions were always followed to the letter by Euénie, without hesitation, even when it came to wearing maid attire daily, she complied readily!
"Such is life, such is life..." Yann sighed with lingering emotion.
Who would have thought that merely inscribing a few dark magic runes on a weapon would captivate Euénie so thoroughly? No, it wasn't just captivation, but rather...
"Please take me as your disciple, teach me the ways of dark magic!" Euénie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with determination at that moment, devoid of her previous arrogance.
Yann's intricate magic runes surpassed even the highest standards on the entire Roland continent.
Yet, this wasn't the reason Euénie sought him as a mentor. She wasn't solely an enchanter; enchanting was just a hobby. What truly prompted her eagerness to become his disciple was that Yann's dark magic runes acted as a key, unlocking doors to magical treasures she had never seen before!
For someone yearning for strength, it was akin to a drug addict encountering the purest form of their vice. Even if this purity could be lethal, she welcomed it willingly.
Yann hadn't anticipated his action of inscribing the magic runes would lead Euénie to such a state, but upon reflection, he accepted it.
After all, Euénie's confinement to her room was hardly productive. Releasing her posed risks of retaliation, yet keeping her confined was also burdensome...
And gaining benefits from Novgorod? Setting aside whether Novgorod, who had been driven away by Slav and Lugansk Zoia, could even be found now, it was evident from Euénie's prior descriptions that seeking benefits from Novgorod was simply unattainable.
Though she and Novgorod indeed shared a master-disciple relationship, and she was Novgorod's most outstanding disciple, Novgorod wouldn't undertake irrational actions detrimental to himself for the sake of his disciple.
Novgorod was a pragmatic egoist, acting only in his own self-interest unless the benefits outweighed the sacrifices.
However, even with the protection of two esteemed-level experts, Niya couldn't possibly gain any benefits. Instead, she risked her own life.
Euénie even harbored a slight aversion towards Novgorod, not because Novgorod ever had improper thoughts towards her. In fact, Euénie even entertained the idea that Novgorod might have inadvertently eradicated his own desire during previous magical experiments.
She had never witnessed Novgorod entertain improper thoughts towards any woman. Novgorod even utilized several young and beautiful human women for his latest research on "Skinning" magic.
He wasn't a cruel, bloodthirsty pervert, but he didn't oppose cruelty or bloodlust. It wasn't out of a desire to satisfy perverse urges, but rather for justifiable, righteous, and justified reasons—because he wanted to.
Therefore, in conclusion—he wouldn't rashly rescue Euénie without certainty.
Euénie's loyalty to Novgorod, stemming from their master-disciple relationship, was similarly tepid. There were few foolish people in the world. Some might commit foolish acts, but more often than not, it was out of an inner conviction of necessity. However, Euénie's convictions were not steadfast.
Upon encountering vastly different dark magic runes, she discarded her principles and sold her soul to Lucifer!
"Master, the water is here!" Euénie presented a tray with ice-cold water, perfect for the scorching summer.
"Hmm," Yann hummed and then slowly sipped from the cup, held by a tentacle at his mouth.
"Hiss... It's too cold. Why did you bring such cold water?!" Yann inhaled sharply, complaining.
"Oh..." Euénie gasped in surprise, "I'll go change it right away."
With that, Euénie dashed out once again.
"You're quite mischievous," Niya rolled her eyes at Yann, well aware of his teasing towards Euénie.
"She enjoys it..."
After a while.
"Master, hot water is here!"
"Puff! Who told you to bring it this hot?!"
"Master, lukewarm water is here!"
"Get another cup; I don't like lukewarm water!"
"......"
"I told you to take it back and get a new one, didn't you hear me?"
"......"
"Hey hey... What are you doing? My neck, you're strangling me; I need oxygen, I need air! This is tyranny, Niya, help me~~"
"Serves you right," Niya glanced at Yann and gave her assessment.
"I wanted you to drink hot water, and I wanted you to drink lukewarm water! You dared to talk back to me, do you really think I'm the kind of person who can't move after seeing magic?" Euénie's legs crossed over Yann's body, her hands firmly gripping his neck as she spoke fiercely.
"Gurgle gurgle..." Yann emitted a series of incomprehensible sounds due to being choked.
Euénie's petite figure lacked the curves of a mature woman but possessed a tightness that felt delightful. Especially with the scent of a young girl, it was irresistible to a lolicon. Especially now, with such a scent lingering...
Yann felt something inexplicable awakening within him!
"I won't learn this magic anymore, and even if I don't learn it, I won't let you off!" Euénie suddenly entwined her legs around Yann's body, crossing them over each other like a koala hugging a tree. However, the claws of this koala were firmly embedded in the tree.
"~~~~~~~ye..." Yann barely managed to utter this word.
Having undergone assassin training, Euénie's strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. However, Yann's body structure was more peculiar, and this restraint not only didn't cause Yann pain but rather...Pleasure!
"I can't resist anymore! Even if people call me a lolicon pervert, it's not enough to deter me! Human ethics and morals can no longer restrain me! I want to unleash my primal instincts..." Yann suddenly withdrew several tentacles, wrapped them around Euénie's smooth arms, and forcefully pulled them apart, then flipped his body to press Euénie underneath, pulling out several tentacles to firmly grip Euénie's maid outfit.
In Euénie's horrified gaze, Niya slowly raised her magic staff.
"Magic Fist!" A massive fist suddenly crashed down on Yann's head...