Next, He found himself experimenting with the inventory skill, testing its range and capacity.
He tested it with small objects first. A book—gone. A chair—gone. A pillow—gone. Each time, the item neatly disappeared into his inventory with a soft pop! sound only he could hear.
"Okay, okay… so, what's the range?" He stretched his arm toward a quill on the far desk. Pop! It vanished into the invisible storage.
In a playful moment, he decided to store all his clothes, leaving himself completely bare.
"With this function it's like Auto equip and Auto change. "
He took a moment to admire his physique, a mix of youthful vigor and developing strength.
He grinned proudly at his reflection in the mirror.
"Hah! Just look at that body I—"
Just as he was about to retrieve his clothes,
Creak.
The door to his room creaked opened.
"Zechs~" Venelana's elegant voice entered the room a second before she did.
His heart leapt into his throat as he caught a glimpse of his mother, Venelana, entering the room. Her eyes widened in surprise, her hand still on the knob, and for a brief, awkward moment, they stood there in silence, his nakedness exposed and vulnerable.
"…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
In a flash, he dove under the covers, his face flushing with embarrassment.
He prayed to every god and devil in existence that the ground would swallow him whole.
Venelana, however, seemed unperturbed. he heard a soft, musical chuckle echoed.
"Fufufu~ my, my… what an energetic morning."
she murmured, her voice laced with warmth and mischief. A sound that was both amused and affectionate.
Venelana approached the bed, her movements graceful and deliberate. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, her long, flaxen–brown hair cascading down her back in soft waves.
Her eyes, a deep, piercing violet, sparkled with a mix of amusement and tenderness. It carried both warmth and mischief, able to scold with a glance or soothe with a gaze.
Her skin was flawless, with a slight pale tone that spoke of her exotic heritage. She was dressed in an elegant gown of deep crimson trimmed with gold, which hugged her curves in all the right places.
"Come now, don't be shy," Venelana stepped softly across the room, heels clicking gently against the floor.
"There's no need to hide from your mother."
she coaxed, her voice a soothing melody.
But he remained under the covers, his embarrassment too profound to face her. Venelana, understanding his reluctance, simply shrugged off her robe, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of crimson silk. She slipped under the blankets, her body pressing against his from behind. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close, her breasts pressing softly against his back.
She lightly poked at his cheek.
"Come out now, dear. I promise I won't laugh~"
"Liar! You're already laughing!"
"Fufufu… guilty as charged." She leaned closer, lowering her voice into a playful whisper. "But I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret."
They lay there for a while, the silence between them comfortable and familiar. Venelana's touch was gentle, her presence a source of comfort and security. After a while, she shifted, pulling him onto her chest, his face resting against her soft, warm breasts. He could feel the steady beat of her heart, a rhythmic lullaby that soothed his nerves.
Sirzechs buried himself deeper into her breasts. "N-No way! Not coming out!"
Venelana sighed with exaggerated drama, then pressed his face on her bussom with one hand. And with another, she gently wrapped her arm around him, hugging the little boy tight.
"My poor embarrassed son. Even at six years old, you're already so shy."
"…It's your fault for barging in!"
"Fufu~ perhaps. But it's also a mother's duty to see every side of her child—even the silly ones." She rubbed her cheek lightly against his head, radiating warmth.
After a moment of silence, Sirzechs peeked his crimson-haired head out of her soft breasts that were smoothering him, still blushing furiously. Venelana immediately pulled him onto her lap, stroking his hair.
"There, there. You don't need to be ashamed, Zechs. To me, you'll always be adorable, no matter what."
"…Really?" he mumbled.
"Really. Now…" She tapped his nose playfully. Than she whispered, her fingers gently stroking his hair. "There's no need to be embarrassed. We're family, after all."
He nodded, his voice muffled against her chest. "Yes, Mother."
Venelana smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's a good boy. Now, why don't you freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast? Your father might start without us, and we can't have that, can we?"
Sirzechs pouted. "…Fine."
Venelana smiled, leaning down to plant a soft, loving kiss to his lips. It was a kiss filled with affection and warmth, a reminder of the deep bond they shared. As she pulled away, she gave him a gentle nudge, encouraging him to rise.
"That's my boy."
With that, she gracefully stood up and glided toward the door, her chuckle trailing behind her.
"Go on now," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "I'll see you downstairs."
With a final, lingering look, she slipped out of the bed, retrieving her robe and leaving the room, her presence lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating perfume.
Left behind, Sirzechs groaned into his pillow.
"…I'm never experimenting naked again."
After splashing his face with cold water and re-dressing (this time firmly deciding not to risk nudity experiments again), Sirzechs headed down the long red-carpeted hall toward the dining room.
The corridors of the Gremory estate stretched wide and elegant, their walls adorned with crimson tapestries embroidered with the family crest—an intricate sigil of power that seemed to pulse faintly with enchantments.
Tall windows lined the hall, allowing the morning sunlight to filter through, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Chandeliers of black crystal hung from the high ceiling, glittering faintly with stored demonic energy that illuminated the halls at night.
The Gremory household was grand, befitting one of the 72 Pillars, yet right now, Sirzechs only cared about food. His stomach had been grumbling since he woke up, and his mortifying "inventory incident" had only delayed breakfast further.
The Gremory estate itself was a fortress disguised as a palace—its sprawling wings housed libraries, training grounds, gardens, and even a private coliseum. Every corridor whispered of nobility, yet for Sirzechs, the only destination that mattered right now was the dining hall.
Servants in neat uniforms moved gracefully, bowing whenever Sirzechs passed, their expressions neutral but respectful. He tried to look composed, but his stomach growled loud enough that one maid had to stifle a smile.
His footsteps carried him down the long, red-carpeted hall, the thick velvet muffling his hurried pace.