Chapter 10 Miss Enchanting Demon

Aske strode forward, his hand on his sword when suddenly a pleasant female voice rang in his ear:

"Ha, who could have imagined that a Lv.2 could actually be killed by a Lv.0?"

"Not a demigod, always mortal flesh." Aske responded gravely.

"Correct." The woman's voice said appreciatively, "Lord Achilles, you are calm and fearless in the face of danger, and in battle, you are brave yet meticulous. Compared to that bat, you're more suitable to cooperate with us."

"Cooperate? It's quite a coincidence, I'm interested in that too." Aske continued walking without stopping, "Except that my partner of cooperation is not you, but you."

"Oh?" There was a seductive upward intonation in the woman's voice, "With me?"

"Medea Sultan, the youngest daughter of the Sultan of the Seljuk Empire and the Enchanting Demon Queen." Aske stopped in front of a door at the end of the passage and said, "At the age of ten, you consumed your first dose of Magic Potion, Flame I. Without fully assimilating it, you happened by chance to see your mother having an affair with three black slaves in the palace chambers."

"The shocking scene directly caused your Spiritual Power to spiral out of control. Although it didn't drive you half-mad, it did cause you to develop a phobia of men. Even though you use your Mind Power to suppress it, once you come into direct physical contact with any male, the deep-rooted fear within you still erupts, causing your body's Flame trait to go out of control, starting to attack indiscriminately."

"You're not a common noble!" With her identity secret mercilessly unveiled, the female voice finally lost its composure, carrying a clear note of apprehension, "Who exactly are you? What does the organization behind you want?"

"To your mother, an Enchanting Demon that fears men is akin to a racial disgrace; for your father, the inability to fully assimilate Flame I, meaning that you can never take Flame II, implies that a daughter who can never reach Level 10 has no value at all, doesn't it?" Aske disregarded her questioning and continued, "Sending you to the capital of the enemy country as the head of intelligence was also done with the thought of discarding you at any time. That's why you have no future if you stay in the Seljuk Empire; better to follow me."

There was no response from behind the door; it was as if the woman's voice had already left.

It seems I still have to fight first. Aske thought to himself and kicked open the door.

The curtains in the room had already been removed, and Medea, seated on the cushion, immediately looked over and launched her Mind Control Ability.

Damn it! As she saw Aske rushing in, her face turned dark.

The guy actually had his eyes closed!

Mind I enables one to feel the Mind Body of nearby lives through barriers and to communicate directly with the other's Mind Body with thoughts while secretly exerting influence. But if it's a person with strong will, direct control of the other's consciousness requires eye contact.

If the other person keeps their eyes shut, Mind Control is impossible.

Since you don't want to be controlled, then you may as well die! Medea summoned a red Fireball from the air with one hand and threw it at the seemingly oblivious Aske.

A flash of cold light and Medea almost lost her eyes. Aske, with his eyes closed, suddenly drew his sword and sliced the Fireball in half. Not only that, but he also twisted his body and, following the direction of the Fireball's source, slashed toward her!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Medea barely managed to roll out of the way to avoid the strike with great difficulty. Body Technique was never her strong suit, let alone facing such a monster who could chop someone while blindfolded.

Aske turned towards the sound, and his Longsword sliced horizontally again. Medea quickly ducked her head down hard, and some of her wine-red hair was severed. Aske's Longsword cleaved down once more, and Medea, faced with the cold chill of the blade's light, screamed:

"Spare me!"

"Sign a Soul Contract, and I'll spare your life." Aske pressed his sword against her neck with his right hand and produced a scroll from his bag with his left, tossing it in front of her.

Medea cautiously picked up the scroll and unrolled it to take a look. Surprisingly, the terms of the contract were very lenient; it was a mere employment contract without any egregious personal restrictions, and the term was for five years, not for life.

At the signature line, the party of the first part already had Aske's name signed.

You damn bastard! Medea cursed inwardly, pulled out a pen, pretended to write on her sleeve, and said:

"Signed."

"Please sign on the contract." Aske said with his eyes closed, "Once you sign a Soul Contract, there'll be a Sensing between the two parties' Spirituality. Don't you know?"

How could I have forgotten! Medea cried her eyes out and could only honestly sign her name at the party of the second part on the Soul Contract. The Spirituality of both parties seemed to have felt something, as if establishing some kind of Hidden link.

Aske opened his eyes, looking at the woman he had internally decided would be his Control System Mage. Medea's facial features were very distinct, her eyes large and bright, her nose high and delicate, her lips full and sensual – the kind of enticing beauty that struck one profoundly at first glance and became more mesmerizing the more one looked.

Her hair displayed the typical wine-red color of the Enchanting Demon race. Her Extraordinary trait of Mind I combined with her racial Talent meant she was constantly radiating a pitiful aura, causing men around her to grow desires to either protect or torment her.

Of course, having desires was one thing, whether they could affect reason was another. Under the influence of Extraordinary Ability, many men with weak willpower might fall for it, but Aske was undoubtedly not among them.

This had nothing to do with whether his will was strong or not, but because in the otaku culture of the future, Miss Medea had a thunderous nickname.

Queen of Doujinshi!

It's said that at a comic convention in Neon Country one year, Medea's adult-themed comics occupied 7 of the top 10 spots in single-volume sales, defeating countless anime characters. As a virtual game NPC, this level of popularity was truly unprecedented.

Seeing Aske completely immune to her charm, Medea was also somewhat stunned. This was extraordinary ability plus racial talent, after all. Even if you're mentally attracted to the same gender, surely your body's instincts can't lie, right? Could it be that my extraordinary power has a problem?

While Medea was still desperately exuding her charm, Aske couldn't help but smile wryly to himself. He couldn't very well say that he was actually sick to death of seeing her comics, could he? He glanced at the time and said,

"We should leave now."

"I don't have the energy, help me up," Medea said pitifully.

"If I help you up, won't you explode?" Aske asked, surprised. "Don't you have a phobia of men? Direct skin contact will make you blow up, right?"

Damn, he's seen through me! Medea thought angrily. Although the soul contract stipulates that neither party can harm each other, if he were to be seduced by lust and tried to violate her, leading to her inadvertently killing him with her flame ability, that wouldn't count as her actively harming the other party.

It's a pity this guy isn't fooled at all!

Medea had the urge to throw herself at him and blow him up through skin contact. But as soon as the thought arose, it was extinguished—naturally, because of the influence of the soul contract. Mind control? No, that too was forbidden by the soul contract. How infuriating!

She grit her teeth in anger, reluctantly following Aske out of the room. Peggy was guarding the staircase, her eyes filled with confusion as Aske returned with a red-haired beauty.

"This is Miss Medea, our team's Mind Mage who will be joining us." Aske introduced them to one another, "And this is Miss Peggy, the main agility output for our team."

"Hello, Peggy," Medea greeted with her arms crossed, in a lukewarm manner.

"Medea," Peggy replied coldly, indicating she had noted the name.

The three left the Golden Nightingale Tavern, heading in the direction of Aske's ancestral home. Arriving at the destination, Medea couldn't help but feel a sense of wanting to cry without tears at the sight of the beautiful three-story building.

The Golden Nightingale Tavern's location was too remote, which is why she had intended to set up a base in the bustling city center to facilitate gathering information in the future. Instead, she ended up being forced into signing a contract and selling herself off.

Why did that fool Molius have to pick this household! It brought about this monster named Aske! Medea wished she could dig Molius up and whip his corpse a hundred times.

Entering the ancestral home, the furniture had been mostly destroyed in the previous conflict. The gilded wardrobe was overturned, the ornate table splintered, and various sizes of silver candlesticks and goblets were scattered all over the floor, which Medea also couldn't help but regret.

With her Court upbringing, she could tell at a glance that the aesthetic taste of this household was quite exceptional among the nobility—if it weren't for the crude and barbaric Church Knights, this mansion would truly be suitable for her as a base.

"You two, clean up the valuable stuff. I'll get someone to buy it later," Aske instructed them, then went back up to his study on the third floor.

So only the two women were left in the dining room on the first floor. Peggy began to silently pick things up, while Medea leaned against the wall, slack in her work, occasionally giving some pointers:

"Those cups aren't worth much, the deformed ones can be thrown away. Same with the candlesticks, it's the candles inside that are the real valuables, infused with precious fragrance materials. A small piece could buy a dozen cups."

"For the paintings on the wall, count from left to right; the second, fourth, and fifth are the originals, the rest are the artist's replicas. Be careful when moving them. The canvas of the originals shouldn't be scraped or stained with water and grease, but the replicas can be handled carelessly."

"If you find a box with jewels in it, remember to tell me. I will help 'appraise' it."

"Why don't you clean up?" Peggy finally had enough of her "guidance" and slammed what she was holding onto the floor.

"I say, young girl," Medea looked at her with a smile, "what's your relationship with him?"

"What's your relationship with him?" Peggy asked pointedly in return.

"Barely that of an employer and employee," Medea played with her hair, casually saying, "maybe it'll develop into something more intimate in the future. What about you?"

"He teaches me how to use extraordinary power," Peggy said flatly.

"So that's a teacher-student relationship," Medea said with a slight 'oh', "isn't it only right that a student helps their teacher with work? As for me, there was no mention of cleaning in my employment contract."

Peggy remained silent, continuing with her work head-down.

Taking on an apprentice? Isn't he still a Lv.0, a common person without even an extraordinary trait, teaching this undeveloped kid how to use extraordinary power? Maybe I'm mistaken, and he's not an ordinary person after all? My Mind Body vision should not deceive me, I'll test it out later... Medea thought to herself, all while maintaining a placid exterior.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Two people, both ordinary humans. Medea, using her Mind I ability, noticed that the spirituality of the visitors outside was very weak and immediately deduced their levels.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" Along with the knock, a clear female voice came through the door, "Does Mr. Aske live here?"