Chapter 96 - What Sword?

His body screamed at him to move, to get out before things spiraled even further. But Beatrice's presence was like a gravitational force, pulling him in with every step she took.

"I—I'm just here to bathe," he forced out, backing up slightly. "Not for… whatever this is."

Beatrice chuckled, the sound low and sultry. "Oh, darling, don't be so stiff~" Her gaze flicked downward. "Well… not in every sense, at least."

Lucas clenched his jaw. "I'm leaving."

He turned, but before he could take another step, Beatrice sighed dramatically.

"What a shame. And here I thought you'd be different from those brainless knights back in Velmoria."

That made Lucas pause.

His system immediately latched onto the moment.

[ Oho? Drama arc unlocked?! ]

Lucas exhaled slowly. "…What does that mean?"

Beatrice stepped closer, her expression shifting—less playful, more… bitter.