Chapter 309 - 022: At the master’s disposal
Chapter 309: 022: At the master’s disposal
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Feiyan City, Tower, reception room.
Karina sat uneasily on the sofa in the reception room, her back straight as a stick, hands folded neatly on her knees, fingertips trembling slightly.
The sudden shift in the situation was truly unexpected. The Earl Lucien, who had just been conversing with her moments ago, was now dead—his head separated from his body. Feiyan City had welcomed its new ruler—
A Transcendent.
Karina was no stranger to Transcendents. After all, the Greenst family itself originated from a Transcendent bloodline, and according to her father’s descriptions, royal courts in her childhood were always staffed with resident spellcasters.
Even now, White Port had a Transcendent, albeit one of limited power—perhaps just a Low-level Apprentice—which wasn’t enough to turn the tide of battle.
Her visit to Feiyan City seeking assistance had actually been suggested by that particular Transcendent. What mattered most was the backing of the Transcendent based here. If the Master Wizard here were willing to act, the enemy army threatening White Bay Territory wouldn’t stand a chance.
Yet, what no one foresaw was the demise of this supposedly invincible Master Wizard—reported so by the High Priest—at the hands of someone even stronger…
“Tap, tap, tap!”
At this moment, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Greywell entered the reception room.
Karina quickly stood up. At this juncture, she was here to request assistance; her crown needed to be temporarily set aside.
She stepped forward and greeted, “Lord.”
Greywell returned the courtesy, “Miss Karina.”
Karina’s heart sank.
The fact that the other party still addressed her as “miss” rather than “princess” suggested that her status was far from recognized here. Did this mean he had no intention of granting her request for assistance?
Feeling a rising desperation, she pressed forward, “About the matter I mentioned earlier…”
Pausing, she bit her lip and added, “All terms are negotiable…”
“Heh heh heh.”
Greywell chuckled serenely, “No rush, Miss.”
After a pause, he added ambiguously, “The master has agreed to meet with you. As for details, I think it better you speak with the master directly. Alya, please escort Miss Karina upstairs.”
Greywell handed Karina over to Alya before leaving without another word or glance.
Karina frowned, Greywell’s reticence leaving her floundering.
Had her request been granted or denied?
No…
She had to make him agree!
The futures of tens of thousands of lives were counting on her shoulders. Karina knew there were no alternatives; securing assistance here was imperative.
Steeling herself, she bit her lip and turned to Alya, saying, “Please wait for a moment; I’ll change my attire.”
With that, she hurriedly walked out the door, summoned the maid by the carriage, and boarded it.
Moments later, she stepped off the carriage, now adorned in an off-shoulder evening gown. The lace trim traced a graceful curve along the alabaster expanse of her décolletage and collarbones, and her face bore meticulous makeup.
However, the makeup seemed mismatched with her age and overall demeanor, giving the impression of a noblewoman forcing herself into the role of a seductress.
Nonetheless, the resulting combination exuded an air of uncanny allure.
“Let’s go.”
Following Alya up the spiraled staircase built alongside the walls, the entire tower lay cloaked in silence, the sound of their footsteps reverberating faintly.
The oppressive atmosphere made Karina’s already taut nerves feel all the more unsettled. Seeking to ease her anxiety as well as glean some intelligence, she struck up a conversation with Alya: “Thank you for arranging this meeting for me. I am Karina Greenst. May I know your name?”
“Alya.” The reply was curt, her gaze not even sparing Karina a moment.
Karina frowned slightly.
As a princess, she rarely faced such cold treatment.
Struggling to maintain her composure, she continued, “May I ask if you are the Master Wizard’s apprentice here?”
“I am, but not entirely.”
Alya responded with striking calm, “I am more like an item—a disposable tool for satisfying the master’s desires. Whenever the master has needs, he… uses me.”
“…”
Karina felt as if her head was about to explode, entirely unsure how to respond.
Beyond the shock, hesitation and apprehension gnawed at her.
Lucien’s prior implications had long planted in Karina’s subconscious the belief that those who wielded immense power were prone to psychological aberrations. Hearing Alya’s words now only solidified that impression.
What should she do?
Was she truly left with no choice but to demean herself, to utterly abandon dignity in a desperate bid to ingratiate this person? Would she have to degrade herself into an object—a mere plaything seeking scraps of mercy?
At this moment, she wished she could just leave. Such acts of humiliation seemed utterly impossible. From childhood, Karina had embraced the education befitting her highborn status. The principle of nobility had been woven into her very being, leaving her incapable of stooping so low…
But if she were to walk away, what would become of White Bay Territory? What of the futures of tens of thousands of civilians? Could she abandon them to the massacre awaiting them?
“We’ve arrived.”
Before her thoughts could crystallize, Alya’s voice cut through. They had stopped in front of a room.
Alya stepped forward and knocked on the door, which was already slightly ajar: “Master.”
Inside, Lynch had left his desk and was perusing bookshelves, searching for a specific tome. When he noticed Alya and Karina at the door, he waved Alya away, who promptly took her leave.
Turning his attention to the girl before him, he scanned her from head to toe.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her movements suffused with an air of nobility and grace. Yet one thing struck him as jarring – the mismatched makeup and overtly provocative dress seemed utterly incongruous with her natural refinement.
After giving her a cursory once-over, his gaze settled on her ears.
Long and pointed, much like those described in the lore of elves.
Lynch had accepted Greywell’s suggestion to meet her partly out of convenience and control, but mostly because of the significance he saw in her unique attribute—the pointed ears represented something far more profound—
Elf bloodline!
Indeed, the Greenst family was incredibly rare, possessing ties to the bloodline of the Fourth-tier Elf race—the legendary half-elf lineage.
This was even rarer than pure elves!
After all, cross-species reproduction was generally impossible; humans and elves included. In theory, half-elves weren’t supposed to exist at all. The origins of existing half-elves and half-dwarves remained an unsolved mystery.
One hypothesis pointed to the ancient gods—beings who purportedly faced no barriers to reproduction with any species. But whether this was true was shrouded in ambiguity; the alleged events belonged to a time predating even Acadia, leaving no archival evidence.
To encounter a genuine half-elf in the flesh was thus an opportunity Lynch couldn’t pass up; observing and researching her would be invaluable.
“Come in,” Lynch said with a nod.
He then moved to sit on a nearby sofa.
Karina’s body trembled.
Her breathing grew tense, her chest heaving violently.
Could it be…
Would she really have to…
No!
Impossible!
Yet…
What about her people?
Doubt, inner turmoil, and despair gnawed at her. But as images of the expectations and hopes of her people surged into her mind—
Karina took a deep breath and finally, decisively, knelt forward.
Imitating the movements of a feline, she lowered both knees to the ground, her palms gently touching the floor with slightly curved fingertips. Her back arched subtly as she crawled toward Lynch, her shoulder blades rising and falling with each motion, truly resembling a little cat.
At that moment, Karina’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears.
From childhood, she had been instilled with the most traditional royal education—training her to embody sophistication, elegance, dignity, and divinity beyond reproach. Every formality had been practiced endlessly, engraved into her very soul. Nobility had become an intrinsic facet of her identity.
And yet now she had to forsake pride, degrade herself, and abandon her own sense of self—choosing to portray a debased, servile creature to please another, falling even below a street prostitute or a female slave, reduced to nothing more than a disposable object.
The stark contrast between supreme nobility and utter lowliness struck her as profoundly agonizing.
Meanwhile,
Lynch watched Karina’s contorted actions from the doorway, his expression marked by a large, visible “?”
A wide question mark.
This girl appeared perfectly normal, so why were her actions so inexplicably bizarre? Could she suffer from some psychological affliction?
As he remained puzzled, Karina crawled to his feet.
Her pointy ears were now close at hand, prompting Lynch to push aside his doubts and reflexively extend his hand, intending to touch them.
Yet…
What awaited his fingers was unexpected—moist, warm pressure enclosed them.
Karina had opened her mouth and abruptly taken his fingertip within, sucking on it with earnest dedication. Simultaneously, she undid her dress, causing her ivory-white, generously full bosom to spring into prominence.
“Master… Karina… Karina relinquishes herself to your disposal.”
Her voice rang out soft and mellifluous, as she gazed at him with eyes heavy with allure, truly embodying the image of a little kitten.
Lynch’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.
What the…?
Why was this girl sucking on my finger…