After summoning the 'Primordial Beast of Lust', performing the Summon Taming Ritual, and successfully taming it, I needed to give it a name. 'And that's the point where I am really awful... Great… If the Summon dislikes the name given to it by its master, it will enter a rebellion phase (I honestly had no clue what it meant). If the rebellion continues over an extended period of time, the Taming Ritual will be rendered invalid.' I thought to myself as I peered at the 'Primordial Beast of Lust', who was now smiling playfully at me.
"Master, Are you having problems thinking of a name for me?" She whispered teasingly as she approached me and stroked her fingers down my arm. "Kufufu~ And here I had thought that you were smart enough to come up with a suitable name for me in mere moments~" She released a fake sigh of regret as she grabbed my arm and pressed her massive breasts against it.
"You're such a sassy summon... Also, stop being so provocative with your acts. It's quite distracting and bothersome." I moved her slightly away from me, looking at her blankly. "Learn to respect the personal space of others," I spoke calmly.
"Aww, you're no fun, Master~ So cold and distant~ Perhaps your cold and distant demeanour is why no maidens like you~" She laughed amusedly as she talked mockingly. "If I didn't get any maidens to like me then I wouldn't have one pressing their breasts against my arm while also trying to get my attention like a love-starved puppy." I responded in an aloof tone, thinking of a suitable name for her. "Excellent argument, Master!" She grinned amusedly before hugging me from behind. "Don't try to German-" Before I could finish speaking, she grabbed my waist, hauled me up, and slammed me down to the mat's shoulder and upper back while bridging her back and legs.
"Ouch…" I let out a short sigh as she let go of me and stood back up, cleaning herself. She pouted cutely and looked away. "Bad Master." She commented, slightly offended. "Your name will be Amou. The word 'Amou' means 'Heaven' in a foreign language known as 'Japanese'." I stated calmly as I climbed back to my feet.
For a brief period, her entire form was bathed in blinding light, which then went away. She appeared slightly different than before. She appeared to be more beautiful. "I-It's not like I accepted that name because I like it! I simply accepted it out of sympathy for you!" She spoke defensively, looking away from me.
"... God, what did I do to deserve this?" I pondered while facepalming. My summon was not just a tease, but also a Tsundere. While some may find Tsunderes attractive, I personally loathe them. People who believe that being verbally abused by a lovely girl/handsome male is romantic should seek professional treatment.' I thought as I gazed at Amou with a somewhat annoyed face.
"Master… I'd like to express my gratitude by giving you something..." She murmured to me as she drew closer, nearly touching our bodies. She lowered her face to my neck, and before I could speak, I felt her soft lips kiss my neck. "… What are you doing?" I gazed at her, bewildered, as she softly nibbled my neck. After that, she drew away and smiled reassuringly at me. I also observed a little flush on her cheeks. "Master, I marked you with my protection." She explained cheerfully.
"I have given you the [Mark of Temptation], and its function is to tell me of your whereabouts. It will also increase your attraction and desirability to women. However, there is a disadvantage to this mark." She smiled at me. She appeared to want me to find it out, and I believe I know what the disadvantage is. "The downside is that dangerous women will be madly in love with me." I stared at her calmly. "As expected of you, Master!" She clapped her hands, congratulating my skill to guess.
"Why? "Why did you—" Before I could complete my question, she put a finger to my lips, preventing me from saying anything. "You'll know when the time comes~" She gave me a teasing smile. It appears that I have no option but to wait.
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"What exactly is the 'Quinctus', Amou?" I asked calmly, looking at Amou with an inquiring expression. "I've heard a lot about this Quinctus stuff ('basically, I know about them from the novel') and they seem quite interesting, however, there are zero records of them existing. They only exist in people's memories, yet they don't exist in History. How is that even possible?"
"Master, The Quinctus are a group consisting of five sorcerers who were deemed so powerful that they were said to be able to go toe-to-toe against Requiem Skill Users, and I've faced them myself. But..." Amou's voice trailed off and she seemed to be... shaking? "Amou, What is it? Why are you shaking like that...? Did something happen?" I asked calmly, as I went closer to her and grabbed her shoulder
"I lost miserably against them... They cast Ancient Grade Spells in a manner which made me think that they were casting some beginner-level spells... Not to mention their speed which was truly terrifying... They were capable of moving in my Special Skill [Domain of Lust] which eliminates the concept of acceleration and deceleration, as well as the concept of perception and resistance..."
Amou spoke in a hushed voice, shuddering. It seems like her encounter with the Quinctus traumatized her very badly... "Amou, is there something else about the Quinctus that you can tell me? Something different or something that seemed to bother you?" I asked inquiringly as I hugged her and started rubbing her back as an act of comforting her
"Yes... There was something else..." She answered, her voice barely above a whisper "They possess a skill called [Dishonored One] which makes them entities which exist differently than entities that are existent and non-existent... They exist in a state of neither..." She explained in a hoarse tone, burying her face on my shoulder
'What the heck... What type of beings are they? Neither existent nor non-existent...? Furthermore, they do not exist in history. What the hell? The author only addressed them briefly and they did not serve any important role in the story, yet something doesn't feel right... I pondered while I continued caressing Amou's head. 'They never appeared in the novel... It does not make sense. After hearing Amou's explanation, I remembered that the Quinctus were not supposed to exist in the novel. There was no mention of Quinctus fighting the Primordial Beast of Lust. The Quinctus was only referenced once in the novel's later volumes. There was nothing noteworthy about them. According to Katerina, the author of the novel, she stated that the mention of Quinctus was not meant and they weren't truly a part of the story. So, why do I recall them as being part of the novel? I kept thinking, trying to figure out what was wrong, until finally figuring out something. 'Is it possible… that… my memories have been tampered with... I need to find out what's going on.' I reflected to myself.
"Amou, could you please let go of me?" I need to attend the banquet." I asked her calmly. Amou then suddenly got off of me and moved away from me significantly. "I-I apologize, Master…" She looked down at the floor, embarrassed. It appears she did not want me to see that aspect of her.
"Don't worry, Amou. I will not doubt your skills for revealing that aspect of yourself to me. Rather, it makes me pleased that you trust me enough to share your traumatic experience with me and communicate your thoughts to me, which have been bothering you for a long time." I comforted her while gently caressing her head. "I would be embarrassed as a Master if I couldn't understand and solve my Servant's problems." I chuckled gently. "Master…" She looked at me with gratitude. "Now, Amou, I have to attend the dinner. It is almost time for the Congratulatory Dinner to begin." I let go of her and turned to leave my room. "I'll summon you if I get in a sticky situation." I murmured quietly as I departed my room and shut the door behind me.
It had been four hours since I summoned Amou. We got to know each other and had a good time. Her statements and efforts to irritate or tease me were really refreshing in comparison to Sophia and Emilia's attitudes, which I deal with regularly. I was astonished to learn that Amou is still a virgin. According to her, she couldn't find a guy that matched her likes, and most of them lacked something she wanted.
"A virgin Primordial Beast of Lust... would sound unbelievable to most, and I was also sceptical at first, but she was willing to show me that her hymen was still intact..." I thought to myself as I continued heading towards the Dining Hall. 'The tremendous honesty in her eyes and the conviction in her voice made me trust what she said. Most men would have used the opportunity to have a fantastic time with their luscious servant, but I did not. Because I want my first time to be unforgettable.' I pondered as I continued heading towards the Dining Hall.
It took me approximately four minutes to get there, and as I opened the entrance to the Banquet Hall, I was amazed. The Banquet Hall is lavishly adorned, and there are plenty of guests.
'Duke Miles, Count Stone, and Archduke McGowan. It appears that those who failed to appear during the duel are now there for the Congratulatory Dinner.' I thought to myself as I walked through.
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As Amon passed through the entryway, he was accosted by a familiar person. "Hello, Father." Amon greeted his father respectfully. "Oh, don't be so formal with your Father, Amon! Come on, cheer up." Arnold hugged Amon. He is most often seen smiling cheerfully and speaking in a lighthearted manner. When it came to his children, he was both affectionate and protective of them. Arnold was a kind-hearted man and a devoted parent.
"How many times do I need to tell you to call me 'Dad'? The phrase 'Father' seems very formal and makes me feel ancient! And I'm still in my forties!" He spoke enthusiastically, and he adored Amon violently. Amon appeared to be seeking to escape Arnold's grip since his manner of aggressively loving was-
'Annoying… Why did I have to run into him first? I was planning to tour the party in peace while simply having conversations with various people, but no! I don't have that privilege! After all, I'm the final boss of this hypocritical novel!' Amon thought to himself.
Amon's head began to hurt unexpectedly. The pain was excruciating, and it felt as if his head was ready to explode. "Father… Could you kindly let me go... I need to drink some water." Amon spoke hoarsely, attempting to disguise the fact that his head hurt. "You don't look too well, son…" Arnold remarked in a somewhat anxious tone, placing his palm on Amon's forehead to check his body temperature.
"Like I said... I need to drink some water... I'm thirsty..." Amon gently pushed him aside as he moved to one of the surrounding tables and got himself a drink of water. Before he could sip the water, his surroundings became entirely black.
'What is happening here...' He thought to himself as he placed the glass of water down, and before he could respond, he noticed a gorgeous female pushed against the wall by a large man. The girl had an hourglass figure with a large bosom. She had gorgeous golden eyes with an innocent expression about them. She was wearing a shoulder-less black gown and black shoes, highlighting her attractiveness even more. Overall, her appearance could be classified as 'Divine'. The man, however, appeared to be quite familiar. He wore a white robe and a gold military outfit. 'Lax Goodwill?' Amon pondered as he saw what was going on. He observed Lax bring out a knife and place it close to the girl's neck. Lax had a strange smirk on his face as if he were preparing to slaughter that girl. Amon was going to intercede when he noticed Sophia materialize out of nowhere and strike the man in the face.
Before Amon could say anything, everything vanished, and he found himself holding the glass of water that he had intended to drink to relieve his headache.
'Wait, Wait. That was a scene from the novel... And, if I'm not incorrect, it will take place during the Congratulatory Dinner. Who was the woman? I don't recall Lax intending to attack a random woman...' Amon thought to himself as he sipped the water and set the glass back on the table. 'It cannot be the female lead, right?' Amon came to a stunning revelation. 'But this is impossible! The female protagonist had green hair and black eyes! Plus, she wasn't all that attractive! Damn it, did I glimpse the future or something?' Amon was strolling without paying much attention since he was attempting to figure out what was happening. He regained awareness after colliding with someone. "A-Ah, I apologize for bumping into you, Mister…" He apologized. When he looked up to see who he had bumped into, it was Lax.
"Lord Amon, you don't have to apologize." Lax grinned brightly as he comforted Amon. Lax was a tall man with impressive looks. At first impression, he appears to be a really optimistic guy. But Amon knew it was not true.
'In this novel, this guy tried to kill the Female Lead because she knew that he was involved with corruption. Drugs, Money Laundering, Illegal Slave Trading… Lax was involved in such businesses. Not to mention, this guy also cheated on his wife with the Priestess of the Nova Church, Holy Winstone.' Amon thought to himself as he felt an unbearable hatred towards Lax. "Lord Lax, I'll ask you a very straightforward question," Amon spoke calmly. "Sure, go ahead." Lax stared at Amon with curiosity. "What is your relation with Holy Winstone?" Amon asked the question with calmness. Lax was taken aback by Amon's question, and he stared at him in confusion. "W-Why do you wish to know, Mr. Amon-" Lax inquired in a somewhat disturbed tone, and before he could continue his sentence, Amon grabbed his collar and tossed him to the ground.
"I am the one asking questions, not you, Lord Lax." Amon gave a harsh look. He appeared to be quite angry for some reason, which Lax did not understand. Everyone who was around Lax and Amon stared their way, shocked to see this situation. Amon was presently pinning Lax to the ground, glaring at him with a harsh gaze.
"M-Mr. A-Amon, I-I don't have a-anything with Lady Holy-" Lax's voice quivered as he tried to justify himself. Suddenly, Amon hit Lax in the face with enough power to break his nose. "This is your final chance, Lord Lax. Tell me the truth." Amon spoke in a stern tone. Lax held his broken nose, which was now gushing. "Alright! Alright! Calm down! Please do not hurt me!" Lax answered with terror. "L-Lady Holy i-is my lover…" Lax spoke hoarsely. A vein had erupted on Amon's forehead, suggesting that he was furious.
"Oh? And are you not already married, Lord Lax?" Amon inquired sharply. "Y-Yes… But I-" Lax agreed and was going to say something when Amon started punching him in the face.
"Lord Lax, you have committed one of the worst crimes possible... Infidelity…" Amon spoke menacingly as he continued to punch Lax in the face.