July 23, 1346, Morning.
Vivian, her face flushed from just finishing her morning exercise, leaned against Altair and looked at the bound Freya, saying in confusion, "So you were persuaded by your own servant just like that, letting her become a Beyonder?"
At Vivian's question, Altair nodded helplessly and said, "Let her go."
Hearing this, Vivian didn't release Freya immediately. Instead, she said reproachfully to Altair, "She's a liability now. The Demoness Sect is very 'hostile' toward'special' Demonesses like her. To minimize trouble, we should kill her as soon as possible."
As soon as she finished speaking, Vivian reached out and began manipulating her spirituality, gradually tightening the'spider silk.' The bound Freya began to make 'coughing' sounds and looked toward Altair, pleading for help.
Just as Vivian was enjoying the sight of Freya, bound and being strangled by spider silk, showing an expression of pain and despair, she sensed the dissatisfaction of the person beside her. Helplessly, she could only let her go.
As the control of the spider silk dissipated, Freya fell directly onto the floor like a puddle of mud, making a loud thud.
Having escaped death, Freya began to gasp for air, her usual ladylike grace completely gone.
Feeling helpless, Vivian said seriously to Altair, "Try not to let her advance in the future. I'm afraid she'll bring you trouble."
Altair could only nod to show her understanding.
Afterward, Vivian began to 'educate' him on why the Demoness Sect disliked female Demonesses.
Essentially, she was saying that the current leaders of the Demoness Sect were all 'male' Demonesses who were jealous of 'female' Demonesses, and their doctrine leaned toward the 'Primordial One.' Thus, they all believed that 'female' Demonesses shouldn't exist... After this morning interlude and having breakfast, Vivian took Altair to the Shopping Street in the West District to start shopping. There were not only clothing stores that ladies loved but also jewelry, cosmetics, and many other shops.
The money used for shopping was the funds provided by 'George III.' The funds Altair had squeezed out of him back then had remained unused. Combined with recent inflated bills, the accumulated amount had reached nearly 3,000 pounds.
This amount was a fortune for an ordinary or middle-class family, but for Altair, who needed to attend banquets frequently, it was quite a small sum.
Now, every time she attended a banquet, she needed to change into a gown that matched her status. The most basic gown cost between 80 and 150 pounds, and if it was inlaid with gems or the like, it would cost over 300 pounds.
It could only be said that to maintain a noble status, every noble spent money incessantly every day.
Time spent shopping always passed quickly. At noon, Altair found a restaurant nearby that served Intis cuisine for lunch.
After entering the restaurant, Altair and the others were led by a waiter into a magnificently decorated hall. The surrounding decorations exuded wealth; famous paintings and lifelike sculptures only served to add splendor to the hall.
Choosing a corner at random, Altair and Vivian took their seats and began to select their meal from the menu provided by the waiter.
As for Vera and the others, they left on their own after Altair and Vivian were seated, finding their own places to eat.
Vivian was an Intis native herself, so only by letting her choose the dishes could they eat 'local' specialties. She looked at the menu and said, "Boeuf Bourguignon, Beet Soup, Creamy Pan-fried Cod, Aurmir Wine, Cream Soufflé..."
"Do you require any other types of food?" the waiter asked with a smile.
Vivian replied directly, "No, that's all."
After hearing Vivian's words, the waiter said while writing down the bill, "You are the person I've seen who knows how to pair Intis dishes best since I came to work in Loen."
Watching the waiter leave, Altair asked curiously, "How did you discover that Freya had become a Beyonder of the Assassin Pathway?"
Seeing Altair's inquisitive gaze, Vivian gave her a roll of her eyes and said flatly:
"It's simple, because of the Beyonder characteristic."
"High Sequences have an instinctive resonance with low Sequences. Also, she was unlucky; she had just advanced to sequence 9 and hadn't stabilized yet when I discovered her. It just so happens that I am two Sequences higher than her, so observing her is very simple."
"If I look at you now, I can't determine your Sequence. It can only be said she was unlucky."
Listening to Vivian's explanation, Altair awkwardly steered the conversation away and began to chat... After the lunch was served by the waiter, Altair and Vivian began to taste these specialty dishes accompanied by music.
Boeuf Bourguignon: A classic Intis dish where the beef becomes tender and flavorful after being stewed in red wine.
Aurmir Wine: A legendary ancient wine said to be favored by the Giant King, named after its place of origin, with a complex aroma.
Of course, this lunch did not go very smoothly mainly due to Vivian's uniqueness; people frequently came to disturb them, unable to resist the temptation.
After leaving the restaurant and getting into the carriage home, Vivian smiled and said to Altair, "What, are you angry?"
Altair didn't feel uncomfortable at this teasing remark. Instead, she gripped Vivian's waist and said, "Not at all. In fact, I'm quite happy. After all, their goddess is mine to use whenever I want."
Vivian leaned close to Altair's ear and said, "Is that so? I'll wait for you to take your revenge on them."
These words made Altair flush red, and she shot a glare at the Demoness before her.
She asked casually, "Has the Demoness Sect assigned you any tasks lately? You haven't been 'coming home' very often during this time."
Vivian thought for a moment and said to Altair, "Lately, we've been preparing to train consumables. The core of the Demoness Sect is in the Intis Republic, which has led to a scarcity of members here in Loen. In this time of need, we can only start training consumables."
"I might need your help later on."
After saying that, Vivian stretched out her small foot, clad in long black silk stockings, and slid it along Altair's ankle and under the hem of her skirt.
Feeling Vivian's little movement, Altair's expression instantly became strange, and her face gradually turned red.
Vivian wasn't satisfied with the current situation and said in a seductive voice, "Is that okay? I'll be at your disposal then."
Feeling her body grow hotter and hotter, Altair had no choice but to agree to give her some basic assistance.
Having obtained the answer she wanted, Vivian moved closer to Altair and said, "Remember to eat more later. I don't want to leave the room for the next two days."
After the carriage arrived home, Vivian went straight to her room with Altair following close behind, leaving the remaining few people to look at each other in bewilderment.
Just as Altair opened the door, she was pulled inside by Vivian.
As the Sun set, Vivian was sweating profusely.
A high-pitched cry escaped her swan-like neck.
She fell limply into Altair's arms.
"I've become obsessed with you now. I think of you every moment. It seems I completely cannot leave you."
Enduring the strange sensations in her body, Vivian held Altair's head and pressed it against her chest, saying:
"I finally understand the meaning of the phrase 'extreme emptiness follows extreme pleasure'..."
After the two of them recovered, they became entangled again.
Perhaps because the number of times their bodies merged increased.
Every meeting would continuously unlock brand-new ways of playing.