It felt odd heading out of the room, adjusting to no longer being an intrude, but a member of the noble family itself.
As he headed down the stairs, he saw the blonde-haired maid in the lobby, using a duster to clean the antique pots on display.
"My apologies, young master," Freja bowed her head as he passed by.
Blake stopped to look at the maid, confused by the sudden gesture; "For what?" He asked.
"The Lord Mather told me everything. I should've recognized you…" Freja said meekly.
"Oh, it's alright. It's just an odd day today, isn't it?" He laughed it off.
"Yes, it is," the friendly maid shared a small laugh.
It was straight through the two, white doors down the center of the front lobby that led to the dining hall. An exquisite setting; a dazzling chandelier hung over an immaculately set table long enough to host a dozen guests.
The farthest seat, clearly one fitting for the lord, was taken by the old, brawny man.
"Hey, Uncle Johannes," Blake greeted the elder as he stepped closer to the table, testing out the theory he had in his mind.
As expected, the call of the name spurred the nobleman to look up, though as his eyes laid on the young man, it looked as though he'd seen a ghost.
"Kaleb–ah, wait…Blake, that's your name. Why did I say that other name? It must be my old age getting to me," Johannes said, exhaling as he looked at the young man.
The outfit he chose to wear, paired with the unique sword and white-leather scabbard seemed to spark old memories from the lord.
"I think it's just the weather today. It's been making my head foggy, too," Blake played it off as he sat in the chair to the right of the elder.
"I see," Elder Johannes quietly said.
The steak dinner that was cooked up couldn't be more perfect for the hungry, young man. Its juiciness was in a class of its own, paired with a serving of greens and potatoes, he ate to his heart's content.
"Will you partake in the tournament, nephew?" The Lord Mather asked amidst the meal.
As he was in the middle of finishing up his steak, Blake took a moment to respond as he wiped his mouth, "The tournament…Are you talking about the Tournament of The Chosen King?"
"What else would I be talking about?" Elder Mather asked before continuing, "You only have spring and autumn until it begins. I imagine you've been taking your preparations seriously."
"Yeah…Err, I have," Blake lied through his teeth.
"The insignia…Ah, it still resides on Emerald Mountain, I believe. Are you planning on going there soon? You will need that insignia to prove yourself to be a candidate to rule this nation," Elder Mather asked.
"Yeah, I think so," he answered.
Though he had little information on the tournament itself, he couldn't help but feel it was the perfect opportunity he sought–a ticket to the highest seat of power.
Elder Mather finished his meal, using a napkin to wipe his mouth as he stood from his seat, "I will have Freja come to your room tonight then to help you prepare for the journey."
"Wait, already?" Blake asked, looking up from his plate.
"Of course. There is little time to spare, as there may potentially be others seeking the insignia atop Emerald Mountain as well. It is an arduous expedition, though I trust your capabilities," Elder Mather explained.
It felt a bit sudden, though he didn't mind it as he wanted to get out there in the world and see it for himself as soon as possible.
As he finished up his steak dinner, he returned to his room, unbuckling the scabbard from his back as he placed it by the bed.
"It's still hard to take all of this in," he mumbled to himself before sitting down on the soft mattress.
It had all gone well so far, feeling accomplished in the newfound power he wielded. There was still much more to unfold with it, he knew that much.
Knock. Knock.
The sudden noise at the door caused him to look over before he remembered who was supposed to visit.
"Come in," he invited.
As the door opened, the youthful maid of blonde, silken hair walked in, taking a slight bow, "Good evening, young master. How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. The chef's cooking really hit the spot," he answered with a smile.
The maid softly closed the door behind her as she walked gracefully throughout the room, carrying with her a large, tan sack clearly meant for travel.
He watched as the cheerful woman filled it up with a change of clothes, already having packed an assortment of necessities for a journey. Of course, he couldn't help but find his eyes lingering towards a specific view of the maid: the large chest of hers that jiggled with every movement she made.
While Freja continued folding the clothes that were in the drawers, bending over as the folds of her skirt did nothing to hide the shape of her ass, he felt temptation taking over.
'...I have this power for a reason, don't I? There was a clear reason it was given to me–so that I could do what I want in this world,' he resolved.
He had built trust in his power, speaking with clear authority as he looked at the maid, "Turn towards me, Freja."
[Hypnosis successful.]
The words of mystical persuasion halted the maid's duties as she followed the instruction, standing up straight and turning around towards the young man.
"Yes, young master?" Freja asked.
It seemed such a minor use of hypnosis didn't award any experience points, though that was hardly a concern to Blake at the moment.
"Pull your shirt down," he softly ordered.
Already under the spell of his hypnosis, the maid dutifully followed what she was told as she grabbed the edge of her uniform's collar before tugging it down. The motion let her voluptuous breasts flop out.
Despite their size, even putting the inn keeper he met earlier to shame, they didn't sag in the slightest; the shapely mounds were the definition of perfect to his gaze.
They were right there in front of his face, leaving his hands almost to move on their own as he cupped them in both hands. At least, he tried, though the chest of the maid was large enough that he merely groped them.
A soft gasp left the beautiful woman's lips, though she did not protest the action. He heard that cute noise escape the maid, giving him the confidence to feel around her breasts.
'It's really soft…Damn, I missed out in my old life, didn't I?' He thought.
"…Ahh…Ah," the noises continued to quietly leave the busty woman's lips.
After caressing the maid's tits for long enough, there was an unshakable lust within him now. He felt a warmth radiating through his mouth; a carnal urge to take back the many years he let go to waste before.
As he let go of the woman's chest, he slid his own trousers down along with his briefs.
The member he once hid was already at full mast, commanding the attention of the rosy-cheeked woman.
"Lick it," he gave the soft command.
There was no doubt the maid was completely under his spell as she got on her knees. He could feel her hot breath press against his shaft as she got close to it.
As instructed, the maid of luscious, golden hair slowly ran her tongue from the base of his member up to the tip.
A quiet breath escaped his lips at the new sensation, finding that the woman didn't stop at a single lick.
"You—?" He tried to say, though find himself interrupted by pleasure as the maid took his length down her throat without warning.
It was a confusing turn of events for him, though he could only theorize with what little capacity for thought he had amidst the pleasure one thing: the hypnosis can unintentionally bring out one's dormant intentions.
'She's not stopping…? I'm not complaining, but…I didn't give any command like this,' he thought.
The passionate method in which the maid bobbed her head up and down, taking his entire shaft each time, was as if she was holding onto a missed loved one.
It didn't take very long of the intense fellatio until he felt an urge built up in his throbbing cock, promoting him to grasp on the woman's hair as he released his seed.
"…Phaaaw…" He exhaled in satisfaction, slipping his member out from the maid's mouth.
The look in Freja's eyes as she stared up at him was not one of a tampered mind, but a loving gaze in those emerald irises.
"Clean up," he ordered.
Freja stood herself up, pulling her shirt back up and carefully wiping down her face as instructed.
He pulled his pants up and watched as the maid took her leave from his bedchambers, though not before wishing him good night.
"Well, that was great," he exhaled to himself, letting his body fall back against his bed.