[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (8) The Frozen Stone Heart Chapter (Part 1)

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[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (8) Frozen Heart of Stone Chapter (Part 1)
Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Posted on the forum on 2016/3/2
Foreword
This chapter is a bit confusing. It's a transitional chapter that lays various foreshadowings. It's probably more interesting to read it in conjunction with the original work
. There are relatively few H parts, so it was written very quickly. I saw in the replies that many people seem to like
the plot where the female protagonist becomes a sex slave. I can write that, but I need to find a suitable entry point to make the situation more reasonable
and to advance the story. Although I have an outline, I will revise it at any time. If you have any good ideas
, please feel free to suggest them. It would be great if they would be interesting to me. Finally, I hope you enjoy reading it.
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Main Character Introduction
Dewey: The Dewey from the original work. Because he has a different soul, he is given the homophonic name Dewey to distinguish him. He is
the protagonist of this series. He believes in his destiny as the protagonist and does bad things at will. He has studied
the pharmacology of this world. He gained immense physical strength from the deal with Chris, receiving the Dragon Heart. Now, he follows the great
mage Gandalf to the Frozen Forest to fulfill Aragorn's prophecy.
Dardanelles: Lady Lister's personal bodyguard, possessing the strength of a third-level warrior and excellent archery skills.
He led a team to the Frozen Forest to find the eye of the Golden-Eyed Serpent to cure Lady Lister's petrification spell, but due to
insufficient strength, they were almost wiped out by a rotting monster.
Hussein: The strongest Holy Knight of the Temple of Light, inheriting the Starry Sky Battle Aura created by Aragorn.
He betrayed the Temple after accidentally discovering its secret curse on Aragorn and was hunted down.
He broke through to the Saint rank at a young age and was a capable assistant to Du Wei in the original work. Later, he married Princess Louise of the Empire.
In the sequel, *Peerless Prodigy*, he has a descendant named Goth.
Medusa: A humanoid magical beast evolved from a golden-eyed python, she lives in seclusion in a canyon in the Frozen Forest. She has seized
the Fountain of Youth, the source of the Treants' evolution, and commands a kingdom of ratmen. However, she is too lonely and longs
to experience new and exciting things.
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Main Text
The Frozen Forest is located in the north of the continent. Not only are there deadly blizzards, but it is also
one of only two regions on the continent where magical beasts are extremely active. The Empire has stationed
a legion of troops in the southern part of the Frozen Forest. The famous "Storm Legion"
spreads along the southern edge of the Frozen Forest, setting up checkpoints on all roads leading to this terrifying place.
Of course, these are only the visible forces; secretly, many mercenary
groups and adventure teams venture into the Frozen Forest every year. The pelts and magical cores of the various magical beasts in the Frozen Forest can fetch a high price if hunted and transported
south. The Empire tacitly approved of this almost open smuggling activity;
the troops stationed on the southern border were merely preventing ordinary people from entering this dangerous
area.
With a loud bang, sparks flew as the rotting corpse monster was engulfed in flames, letting out a
piercing scream. Then, yellow gunpowder dust rained down on the monster, and with a deafening roar,
it was instantly blasted to pieces, never to be put back together.
"Respected mage, please forgive our rudeness. I didn't know you were a mage.
Thank you for your help, thank you for saving our lives. If possible, please tell us your name. The Lister
family always repays kindness."
Dardanelles gave Dewey a deep look, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect. If it weren't for Dewey's help
, they would all have died in this terrifying frozen forest. As Lady Lister's loyal bodyguard
, he wasn't afraid of death, but if they died and couldn't retrieve the Golden-Eyed Serpent's eye, Lady Lister
's petrification spell would be truly incurable.
"My name is Dewey,"
Dewey said with a smile, taking out a packet of magical potions that the old mage had given him just as he left, and using them
to treat the three surviving members of the Lister family. As part of the deal, Dewey followed Vivian's teacher,
Gandoff, the continent's number one mage, to the frozen forest. Although he knew very well what the old mage
wanted to do here, he didn't intend to share the information he knew.
There are always all sorts of inexplicable missions in the world, inexplicably forcing others to complete them.
But since some people think completing such a mission is noble, why not let them become "heroes"?
"We are looking for a magical beast called the 'Golden-Eyed Python.' The eyes of this beast can cure
the evil curse afflicting our Marquis's wife,"
D'Artagnan explained why they had come to this dangerous place. However, what Du Wei found amusing
was that the team sent to carry out this crucial mission concerning the life of Lady Lister was only composed of
low-level warriors of the second or third rank. As the richest woman in the empire, sending out such a lineup was far too meager.
The knights he casually recruited were probably much stronger than them. They couldn't even defeat a rotting corpse monster, yet they wanted to capture the Golden-Eyed Python?
He really didn't know what Lady Lister's elite White Feather Knights were for. Those who coveted
Madame Lister's beauty and the Lister family's astonishing wealth must have been out of their minds.
They missed such a golden opportunity to please a beauty; no wonder Madame Lister looked down on them—
they were all useless in crucial moments.
Of course, Dewey only thought these things to himself. He still needed this guy named D'Artagnan
to establish a relationship with the Lister family and offer a life-saving favor; it would make everything much easier in the future.
After using the sled to send D'Artagnan's two other seriously injured companions away, Dewey and D'Artagnan continued
deeper into the frozen forest. Although he couldn't sense Gandoff's location at all, he knew he was definitely there.
Protected from afar, and as the most important part of the prophecy, Dewey believed that this
old magician, who had nothing better to do than help others fulfill prophecies, wouldn't let him venture alone into this dangerous forest.
At dusk, the two encountered the "Snow Wolf Mercenary Group," hunting magical beasts in the frozen forest. Upon learning of
Dewey's identity as a magician, the mercenaries immediately became extremely respectful and invited him to join them.
The change in the mercenary group's attitude before and after learning of his magician identity made Dewey increasingly aware of
the power of this privileged class of magicians.
Led by the Snow Wolf Knights, Dewey arrived at the Great Round Lake a few days later. This was an
important landmark in the frozen forest. South of the lake, everything was relatively safe, but north of the lake was a death
trap; only a few of the continent's strongest dared to bypass the Great Round Lake and continue north.
When Dewey asked the leader of this second-rate mercenary group, Beinrich, why they were
going to the north of the Great Circle Lake if the north was so dangerous, the adventurer proudly replied, "For an adventurer, dying in bed
is a disgrace! A true adventurer should choose to die on the most thrilling journey
."
The group camped on the shore of the Great Circle Lake, and that night, something "thrilling" happened .
The mercenary group members, whose mental strength was low, were bewitched by the "psychedelic lake demon" living in the Great Circle Lake, and one by one they
jumped into the ice holes in the lake and drowned. It wasn't until Dewey pretended to be controlled and approached the psychedelic lake demon, taking advantage of its distraction, that he
punched it and blew it apart, thus saving the remaining survivors.
Dewey had hoped to see if Gandalf, the self-proclaimed righteous old man hiding in the shadows, would intervene.
However, after waiting for a while and witnessing the mercenaries die one by one, Gandalf seemed to have no intention of helping. Even when Dewey
pretended to be controlled and walked into the lake, the old man didn't appear.
Was the old magician so confident he could handle the monster? Or was he simply not
nearby? Dewey was confused about what the old magician was doing behind his back.
The surviving members of the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group were extremely grateful to Dewey for saving their lives, but dared not continue
north. After giving him many magic cores and a map of the area north of the Great Circle Lake as a token of their gratitude, they returned south. Meanwhile
, Dardanelles, the loyal bodyguard of the Lister family, determined to capture the Golden-Eyed Python to cure Madame Lister's curse
, resolutely decided to continue with Dewey, even knowing that something even more dangerous existed to the north.
The two traveled around the Great Round Lake for two days. One noon, they discovered
the body of a Holy Knight of the Temple of Light in a snowdrift. A day later, they found three more graves containing the bodies of Holy Knights
. D'Artagnan recognized one of them as
the body of Gofit, a high-ranking Holy Knight with the strength of an eighth-level knight who had helped Lady Lister drive away an evil sorcerer.
When D'Artagnan read Gofit's diary, which contained the daily habit of keeping a journal, he was almost
stunned. The diary clearly described
the huge scandal of a knight commander, Hussein, betraying the temple and murdering the other two knight commanders who came to capture him, as well as the chief judge.
Dewey already knew about this, and he knew that the traitorous Holy Knight Hussein was currently hiding
under a nearby corpse. This super expert, who had already reached the Saint rank, was now seriously injured, but dealing with
a low-level warrior like D'Artagnan, who only had the strength of a third-level swordsman, would only require a flick of his finger.
"The dragon's power combined with my own powerful mental perception should be enough to deal with a heavily injured Saint-level expert
," Dewey thought to himself. He was afraid Hussein might have some desperate, all-or-nothing move, but according to the original story,
that old man Gandalf should be nearby, so nothing should go wrong.
But then again, if he just left now, would he avoid
any further interaction with this Holy Knight?
Dewey thought this, a strange smile appearing on his face. He pondered for a moment, then called D'Artagnan to help him
bury the body back in the snow, acting as if he hadn't seen anything, and continued on his way. D'Artagnan, though heartbroken
by the death of an acquaintance and shocked by the upheaval at the Temple of Light, didn't want to get involved
in the internal conflicts of the Temple of Light, so he hurriedly left the area with Dewey.
The two continued their journey northward along the Great Round Lake into the forest. The further north they went, the stronger and fiercer the wind became. Every time they opened
their mouths, a gust of north wind carrying snowflakes would rush in. After three days of arduous trekking, they
finally reached the northern shore of the Great Round Lake.
The following afternoon, they finally approached the last marked location on the map: a canyon
. Before them lay two steep slopes, revealing yellow rocks covered in snow.
Between the two slopes was a break in the path—this was the "canyon" on the map.
At the canyon's entrance stood two stone sculptures of human knights, roughly the size of a normal person,
exquisitely carved, almost lifelike. Their expressions were incredibly realistic, and the patterns on their armor were intricately detailed and clear—
almost too lifelike.
"This...this doesn't seem to be a stone sculpture, not carved! It's a real person petrified!!"
Dardanelle's expression changed, his tone revealing both fear and surprise. He knew that
what he was looking for was almost within reach, but whether he could bring it back alive was another matter entirely. Dardanelle
glanced at Dewey beside him, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
If it weren't for Dewey traveling with him all this way, this loyal but pitifully weak attendant would probably have died countless
times already. And to capture the Golden-Eyed Python and obtain its eyes, they would likely have to rely on Dewey, who, of course, understood his
meaning.
"Hmph, what's so strange about having something like this in the Golden-Eyed Python's territory?"
A deep, mocking voice sounded from behind Dewey and Dardanelle. Dardanelle jumped in fright and
immediately turned around warily. Not far from them stood a man with eyes as cold as a deep pool. He looked
pale, his upper body wrapped in thick bandages, and although his tone of voice was calm, it could not hide
the weakness in his voice.
Dewey was also somewhat surprised. Although he had known someone was following them, he had only assumed it was Gandoff,
not the Holy Knight Commander Hussein, whom he had deliberately ignored, who had defected from the Temple of Light.
"Who are you?"
"You're Dewey?"
Hussein ignored Dardanelles, not even glancing at him. His sharp eyes were fixed on Dewey, like
a hunter eyeing its prey, sending chills down one's spine. He appeared extremely weak,
yet his tone carried an air of absolute confidence, as if he held life and death in his hands.
"That's right, I am Dewey. I think you are Hussein, the traitor from the temple."
Dewey looked directly at the paladin's fair and handsome face, speaking calmly, seemingly unconcerned by Hussein
's slightly disdainful gaze.
"Looks like I didn't come to the wrong person. Someone entrusted me with protecting you, and he did me a huge favor that I couldn't
refuse."
"Oh, I think the person you're talking about must be an old man named Gandoff. Did he help you deal with
the people who came to hunt you down?"
"It seems you're much smarter than I thought, so I don't need to explain in too much detail. That's right, the
magician healed my wounds and then drew away my pursuers, so in return,
I'll protect you while he's away. I don't really like owing people things, especially favors."
Hussein said, seemingly a little impatient. It seemed that Gandoff's help didn't make him feel happy
, but rather troubled him. However, for him, a holy knight who had received knightly education since childhood,
repaying kindness was one of the virtues he had to uphold.
"Can you feel it? It's like something's watching us from the shadows, a rather unsettling feeling."
Hussein suddenly frowned and said, his face darkening. He drew his longsword, flicking the blade lightly. The worn
sword produced a clear, low hum in the knight's hand, a sound carrying a chilling aura.
"Is it the Golden-Eyed Python?"
Dardanelles looked around nervously.
"No." Hussein said coldly, "The Golden-Eyed Python is a solitary magical beast. These guys... there are many of them."
The rustling of branches and leaves could be faintly heard in the air, along with muffled thunder-
like sounds coming from afar, shaking the snow off the surrounding trees and rocks. A buzzing
sound, mixed with the rustling leaves, seemed to be conversing.
Suddenly, cracking sounds emanated from countless places around the three, quickly merging into a continuous chorus,
like a signal. Soon, countless trees in the surrounding forest began to sway,
as if they had come alive, uprooting themselves from the snow and clumsily
trudging through it like humans.
More and more tree-men emerged, their massive bodies densely surrounding the canyon. These tree-men
had no eyes or mouths, but many branches. These branches curled up, picking up "weapons
" from the ground—some huge rocks, some earth cracked from beneath the snow, and some even grabbing large
chunks of ice—slowly approaching the canyon.
"Are they going to attack us?"
"Wait!" Hussein's voice was calm: "These treants, I know these creatures, they are
gentle... magical beasts. They never attack anything without warning. Don't act rashly, if you anger
them, things will get complicated. Don't forget we're in the Frozen Forest."
As he spoke, the treants standing in the front row let out a strange roar. With a muffled roar, a hail of rocks,
ice blocks, and clods of earth were hurled towards where the three were standing.
Hussein grabbed Dewey by the collar with one hand, and with the other,
he shoved Dardanelles away by striking him hard in the chest with the hilt of his sword. The paladin then grabbed Dewey and jumped aside. The next moment, a series
of rapid booms echoed, and the large open space where the three had just stood was smashed into countless craters.
After the volley, the treants charged forward. The foremost treant bent its trunk, its massive branches
sweeping fiercely towards the three. Hussein, enraged, let out a faint golden light, roared
, and swung his sword in retaliation. The faint golden light flashed, and the treant's branch
was instantly severed.
The paladin, without hesitation, abandoned Dewey and charged into the treant ranks. Taking advantage of his smaller size, he leaped and darted through
the gaps between the treants, felling a swarm. The clumsy, slow-moving treants
couldn't attack him at all, instead knocking down many of their own. In an instant, the treant ranks were in disarray. The
distant rustling and buzzing sound grew more urgent, as if a command. All the treants roared
, no longer attempting to strike Hussein down with their massive, slow branches. Suddenly, the leaves on the treants' bodies
trembled, whistling through the air like blades, sweeping towards Hussein
.
In an instant, the dense swarm of leaves engulfed the paladin, transforming him into a massive ball of leaves. Hussein
took a deep breath, his cold eyes turning golden, and then he swung his longsword, unleashing a dazzling
golden light.
The golden sword energy spread out, instantly scattering the swirling leaves and severing the roots of the surrounding treants.
Under the impact of the sword's force, the treants' trunks snapped inch by inch, their massive bodies instantly reduced to piles of broken wood
.
Hussein's single strike had killed more than half of the treants in an instant, but it had also drained much of his
strength. After this strike, the already wounded paladin's breathing became uneven, and he couldn't help but lean
on the ground with his longsword.
This was Dewey's first time witnessing a battle between a Saint-level expert. The dazzling swordsmanship and immense power were truly awe-inspiring
. In terms of pure strength, Dewey felt his dragon power seemed considerably stronger than Hussein's, but such skillful techniques
couldn't be executed with brute force alone. In terms of martial arts, Dewey
was probably even inferior to Dardanelles, not to mention that Saint-level experts also possessed an understanding of spatial rules.
If he were to fight this fully-powered Paladin, he might just be a slightly stronger punching bag.
Dewey mentally assessed himself.
But the number of tree-people was far more than that; more trees sprang up from the ground, and in the three's sight, the entire
forest seemed to come alive, then closed in. Just then, a heavy, muffled footstep
approached from afar. The tree-people parted to make way, and a colossal creature slowly emerged from the group of tree-people
.
This was an enormous tree-people, at least seven or eight stories tall, with a black, hard trunk that seemed to be covered
in rust. Its branches and leaves were extremely lush, making a rustling sound as it walked. Unlike the other tree-people,
it also had a face. In appearance, this enormous tree-people was almost "human."
Hanging from its "fingers" was a huge, circular object wrapped in dense vines,
which looked like a horn. The other tree-people seemed to be in fear of it and retreated behind it
.
"Why did you slaughter my companions?"
The treant leader's voice was deep and resonant, with long, drawn-out syllables that
echoed through the forest, filled with rage.
"Today is the once-a-decade appointed day. Why did you slaughter my people at the mouth of the canyon? Is the Evil Eye Tyrant
trying to start another war?"
Seeing no one answer, the treant leader questioned again angrily. It spoke very slowly, like an old
, severely distorted record player, enunciating each word one by one, many syllables sounding
awkward.
"We don't know any Evil Eye Tyrant, much less are his subordinates,"
D'Artagnan explained. Although he had witnessed Hussein's power,
the exhausted paladin feared he couldn't withstand so many seemingly endless treants. The good news was that this
treant leader seemed to be communicative.
"Oh, you are humans, not minions of the Evil Eye Tyrant. Yet you have harmed my kin."
"It was your companions who attacked us first, forcing us to fight back."
"Hmm, well, it was my companions who..."
The treant leader hesitated, as if pondering. Its slow, deliberate manner
was irritating Dardanelles, Hussein, and Dewey.
"In that case, may we leave?"
Hussein said coldly. This heavily wounded paladin, currently being hunted, had no desire
to waste time here.
"No!" The treant leader was not good with words, but it quickly found the most suitable
word to express its meaning: "Compensation!!"
"Compensation?!"
Did they have to pay with their lives for those few dozen trees Hussein had chopped up? These treants didn't need money or
magic cores.
"You attacked us first! We were outnumbered and acting in self-defense, why should we pay compensation?"
Dardanelles cleared his throat, about to negotiate with the treant leader, when Dewey raised his head and
said coldly, his firm tone clearly rejecting the treant leader's demands.
"You harmed my companions, you must pay compensation!!"
Although the giant treant spoke slowly, his tone carried an undeniable authority
. Clearly, reasoning with this slow and stubborn treant was futile.
"So what if we were hurt? You're weak and yet you dare to provoke others. It's only natural you'd get shredded.
If it weren't for our Holy Knight Hussein's superior martial arts, the three of us would have been smashed to pieces long ago.
Why should I compensate you, you piece of trash who bullies the weak with numbers?"
Dewey shouted, standing arrogantly, seemingly completely ignoring the endless sea of treants around him.
His blunt words startled Hussein and Dardanelles. They hadn't expected this young
mage, who looked barely an adult, to be so unafraid of the threat before him.
If they angered these treants, they would likely be crushed or trampled to death. The earlier
volley of rocks had blocked the only path in the canyon, and Dewey didn't know any flight magic. They had nowhere to escape. Even if Dewey unleashed fireballs, 　　they would likely be burned alive
first when the burning treants rushed up . 　　"Human, you are too arrogant. You will pay for this." 　　Being insulted to its face, even the kind and gentle tree-man was enraged to the extreme. Even so, 　　it spoke slowly and deliberately. Taking advantage of this opening, Dewey quickly whispered something in Hussein's ear. Upon hearing 　　Dewey's words, a hint of surprise appeared on Hussein's cold face. Although he still seemed somewhat doubtful, 　　he had no time to think further. 　　"Die! You rotten tree!" 　　Dewey quickly ran towards the side of the canyon, throwing several fireballs at the tree-man leader, but its 　　body seemed like hard iron; the fireballs only produced a few sparks. 　　"Kill that short human first!" 　　the tree-man leader roared, and countless tree-men charged towards Dewey. Suddenly, a dazzling golden light 　　flashed like lightning, passing through the tree-man horde and heading straight for the tree-man leader. The treant leader's attention was completely drawn to Dewey 　　. By the time he noticed the blinding golden light, it was too late to react. 　　"Hah!!" 　　the paladin roared, his longsword, infused with battle aura, accurately striking the treant leader's "finger," 　　severing it in two. The horn-like object hanging from the "finger" fell to the ground, and Hussein caught it in 　　his arms, leaping back to Dewey's side. 　　Almost the instant the horn reached Hussein's hand, the previously menacing treants suddenly seemed 　　petrified, standing frozen in place, bewildered. 　　"It really worked. You even knew this. I underestimated you." 　　Hussein smiled, a rare sight on his face, and handed the horn to Dewey. Seeing the once 　　mighty treant army instantly become a still forest, Hussein breathed a sigh of relief. If that endless 　　treant army had truly charged forward, he probably wouldn't have been able to kill them all even after exhausting all his strength.

"It's nothing, I just happen to recognize this."
Dewey took the horn, examined it closely, and stroked its ancient patterns. This "Horn of Nature" was
the tool used by the tree-man leader to awaken and command the other tree-men, and it was also a treasured heirloom of the tree-men. In this forest
, the tree-man leader, Wood, was probably the only one who could be called a "true tree-man." The other tree-men
were merely awakened by it with the horn, possessing extremely low intelligence, and would need a long time to become
true tree-men like Wood.
Taking this horn was equivalent to severing the tree-man leader Wood's connection with the other tree-men, preventing him
from commanding them. The tree-men, without command, stood there blankly, not knowing what to do
.
This genuine item was far superior to the counterfeit Dewey obtained in the original story. It could awaken tree-men without time or
quantity limitations, and in any forested area, a loyal and fearless army of tree-men could be assembled almost at any time. However
, for the size of the Treant Wood, this horn might be more accurately described as a "whistle," or rather,
a miniature version.
"Damn it! You despicable human! Return our Treant treasure!!"
Wood stared blankly at his severed "finger," suddenly realizing what had happened. His anger
seemed to ignite his entire body. He leaped and landed heavily in front of Dewey and the others, the tremor of the earth
nearly knocking them off their feet.
A gigantic hand slammed down, and Hussein's sword struck Wood's hand,
only to be violently flung away by the Treant's immense strength. The exhausted paladin was sent flying.
"Despicable human! Shameless bastard! Bear the wrath of the Treant!"
Wood slapped Hussein away, but his ultimate target was Dewey, who held the horn. A massive fist
hurtled towards Dewey, intent on turning this cunning and despicable human into mincemeat and reclaiming the Treefolk's treasure,
the Horn of Nature.
"Hmph!"
A cold smile played on Dewey's lips as he indifferently watched the fist grow larger in his eyes, but
beneath that indifference lay a flicker of fanaticism. His clothes fluttered in the wind, the sheer force of the punch
seeming to threaten to crush him.
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted, sending a cloud of dust and snow billowing up from where Dewey stood, obscuring the sky. Hard
rocks and snowflakes scattered in all directions. Dardanelles, clutching his head, huddled behind a rock, his heart filled with grief.
Though he still held a sliver of hope, such a powerful punch had likely reduced Dewey to a pulp
.
"Ugh!!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out from the Tree Man, Wood. Amidst the billowing dust and snow, Dardanelles
couldn't see what was happening, but the Tree Man seemed to be in extreme pain, his voice filled with
the terror of someone who had encountered a monster.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions, like firecrackers, followed by the cracking sounds of trees snapping. The earth
trembled again, seemingly with the deafening crash of Wood's massive body hitting the ground. Then, the
dense explosions resumed, countless splinters of wood mixed in with the swirling dust.
After an unknown amount of time, the terrifying impacts finally ceased, the swirling dust gradually dissipating, revealing
a scene of utter devastation where Dewey had stood, with countless wide cracks appearing in the ground. Tree-man Wood had vanished
, leaving only a pile of broken wood. Other tree-men caught in the crossfire were also reduced to fragments, but their intelligence
was so low they didn't even know how to escape. They just stood there, dumbfounded, scattered
and broken in the aftermath of the battle.
On a slightly intact piece of wood, Dewey stood silently, his fiery red hair fluttering in the wind, his hands still
clenched into fists, his expression one of pleasure as if he were still savoring something.
Although
he explained that he had taken a potion with severe side effects that could temporarily grant superhuman strength,
seeing the astonished expressions on Dardanelles and Hussein's faces, Dewey knew this explanation was unlikely to
convince them.
A magical potion that could instantly transform an ordinary person into a superhuman? D'Artagnan and Hussein had never even heard of such a thing , but 　　they had witnessed firsthand that
the tree-man Wood had been brutally beaten into a pile of rotten wood by this...mage . 　　People always have their secrets, especially a mage like Dewey; he probably possessed all sorts of strange and 　　unusual tools, D'Artagnan and Hussein convinced themselves. In any case, having just 　　escaped death, they didn't want to pry into other people's secrets. 　　After Dewey used the Horn of Nature to direct the tree-man to move the rocks blocking the canyon entrance, the three finally entered 　　the territory of the legendary Golden-Eyed Python. 　　About ten meters from the canyon entrance, there was a bend in the road, and a 　　thick fog greeted them, the air damp and reducing visibility to five steps. This strange fog was clearly not 　　naturally formed, but rather created by magic. 　　The further they went into the canyon, the higher the temperature rose, as the three 　　walked through a not-too-wide valley. The valley seemed to have nine twists and eighteen bends; the three ninjas finally emerged from the thick fog after many twists and turns, 　　and the ground beneath their feet dried. 　　Soon, a stone tablet appeared by the roadside, inscribed with a 　　notice from a force called the "Evil Eye Kingdom," demanding that passersby offer an eye as a toll. 　　Knowing that the Golden-Eyed Python was probably ahead, Dardanelles took out 　　"sunglasses" specially made to deal with this kind of monster and gave them to Dewey and Hussein. These "sunglasses" were made of black crystal and could defend against the Golden-Eyed Python's 　　petrifying gaze. 　　Dardanelles explained how difficult and expensive these sunglasses were to make—a full 80,000 gold coins. Originally, 　　each of the eight members of the team had a pair, but now they didn't need them anymore. Dewey thought to himself, "With that kind of money, why 　　don't you recruit more experts?"

The three continued onward, and faintly, a cacophony of sounds approached—the clanging of stones, shouts
, and yells. They quickened their pace, rounded a bend, and the terrain suddenly opened up before them, roughly the
size of a football field. Here, a city wall was under construction.
Tall tree-men laboriously moved about, carrying and stacking square-cut stones.
Beside them, a group of short, gray-furred creatures, resembling groundhogs,
ran around like overseers, whips in hand, urging the tree-men to work.
These rat-men were slightly shorter than ordinary humans, dressed in
clothing made of bark and animal hides. They paced back and forth, occasionally lashing the tree-men carrying stones with their whips
, then hurling insults in shrill voices.
These treants were completely petrified by magic, turning into a group of moving statues. The whips in the ratman's book seemed
to be imbued with special magic; a single lash caused even the stoned treants to howl in pain.
"Outsiders! Outsiders! There are..."
Upon seeing three strangers approaching, one of the ratmen immediately screamed, but
before it could finish its sentence, Hussein snorted, and a flash of golden light appeared,
smashing the ratman's head into a bloody pulp.
The other ratmen were terrified and scattered in all directions, shouting loudly. Suddenly, a
horn sounded, and then a troop of ratman "cavalry" charged out from behind the city gate.
About a dozen ratmen, much stronger than the ratman overseers, rode majestically on the treants. Each
ratman soldier wore uniform armor, carried a spear made of sharpened wooden clubs, and
even held a banner woven from hemp cloth, simply depicting a giant eye.
"Outsiders! Why have you come to the territory of the great Evil Eye King? State your purpose and pay your
taxes!"
The ratman cavalry captain proudly puffed out his chest, pointing his spear at Dewey and his companions, seizing this rare
opportunity to show off his power.
"We've come to pay our respects to the Evil Eye King,"
Dewey said, stopping Hussein's urge to draw his sword, laughing heartily.
"Do you think you can just see His Majesty the King whenever you want? Gouge out your eyes and get lost!"
"We've brought a treasure for His Majesty the King, esteemed knight, look what this is."
"A treasure? What treasure is so…?"
The ratman knight captain glanced casually at what Dewey was holding, but when he saw what it was,
his eyes widened instantly.
"This...this belongs to those tree-men, how did it end up in your hands?"
Dewey held the Nature Horn, which he had seized from Wood. These ratmen, as
subordinates of the "Evil-Eyed Tyrant," naturally recognized it and knew its power and importance to the tree-men.
"Now, are we qualified to see His Majesty the King?"
Dewey smiled amiably and politely asked the group of
giant rats, each the size of a human.
...
Entering the city gate, the road was lined with petrified trees, the path paved with stone slabs, and
numerous stone houses—it seemed everything here was made of stone.
Led by ratman cavalry, Dewey and his companions entered this magical kingdom with impunity.
After walking for a short while, hurried footsteps and the clanging of armor came from the end of the stone street,
followed by countless ratman soldiers running towards them.
The rat-men soldiers formed a neat, square column on the long street. Then, horns sounded, and the column
parted. Seven or eight robust rat-men emerged from behind a large stone slab.
Seated on a stone chair on the slab was an enormous, obese rat.
This creature was covered in gray fur, as fat as a ball of flesh, with a long, pointed snout and two whiskers. Its cunning
eyes darted around, and even more comical was the tall, pointed hat it wore, along with
a white robe—it looked like a magician.
"Humans! You are humans!"
the obese rat-man, who had been carried out, jumped up from the chair and shouted down at Dewey and the others.
Its voice held surprise, and even a hint of excitement.
"You are the prime minister here?"
Although he already knew the rat-man's identity, Dewey still asked, feigning politeness.
It's always good to respond to someone's words, otherwise, it would be too awkward.
"Indeed, I am the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, personally appointed by His Majesty. You should all bow to me. However, I heard you
obtained the Tree People's treasure. Show it to me first,"
the Ratman Prime Minister said arrogantly, seemingly disregarding Dewey and his men. But when he saw
the horn of nature that Dewey produced, his eyes immediately lit up with greed.
"Very good. This thing can serve as your tax in place of your eyes. Give it to me now!"
the Ratman Prime Minister shouted excitedly from his high position. Immediately, a Ratman soldier stepped forward to take
the horn from Dewey's hand, but Dewey pulled his hand away and did not hand it over.
"This is an offering to the great 'Evil Eye King,' not to you, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."
"Give it to me, and I will naturally offer it to His Majesty. Humans, do you intend to leave your eyes here?"
"No, I want to offer it to His Majesty the King in person."
"Very well, then follow me. I will take you to see His Majesty the King."
The rat-man prime minister stroked his whiskers, his gaze sweeping over Dewey, Hussein, and Dardanelles. His eyes darted around
, and suddenly he laughed heartily. He gestured, and the ratmen carrying the stone slab immediately changed direction, heading
back the way they came. Dewey and the others followed, surrounded by armed rat-man soldiers.
"Mr. Dewey..."
Dardanelles seemed somewhat worried, wanting to say something to Dewey, but Dewey smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
He patted Hussein's shoulder, reassuring him. Hussein remained indifferent, as if he didn't
care about venturing into a dangerous place.
After climbing a slope and turning a corner, Dewey and his companions finally arrived at the palace of the "Evil Eye Tyrant." The
palace was as high as the surrounding hills, but the main structure wasn't made of stone; it was made of wood, because
it was constructed from the bodies of real tree-people like Wood.
"His Majesty the King is inside. If you wish to see him, go in yourselves,"
the rat-man prime minister said lazily, pointing to the palace gates, seemingly unconcerned that Dewey
and his group might use the guise of offering treasure to do something detrimental to the "Evil Eye Tyrant."
"Aren't you coming in with us?"
Hussein asked coldly, clutching his longsword.
"Without His Majesty's summons, I cannot enter the palace at will. If you so desire to see His Majesty
, then go in and see her yourselves."
"She?"
In the language of the Roland Continent, the pronunciations of "it," "he," and "she" are different. Apart from
Dewey, Hussein and Dardanelles both showed strange expressions. Was this "Evil-Eyed Tyrant" not
the Golden-Eyed Python but a woman? But in the next moment, the two immediately thought of a terrifying possibility:
the ultimate magical beast that the Golden-Eyed Python, which only appeared in legends, eventually evolved into.
"What 'she' or 'her,' hehe, if you want to see His Majesty, then hurry up and go. I know that all humans who can come here
are strong, but don't be too confident in yourselves."
After saying this meaningfully, the Ratman Prime Minister left, surrounded by Ratman soldiers, leaving only
a few Ratman soldiers guarding the entrance.
Once they were completely out of Dewey and his companions' sight, the obese rat-man prime minister directed his rat-man sedan chair bearers to
carry him to a secluded spot. Then, he suddenly leaped off the stone slab and respectfully prostrated himself on the empty ground ahead
.
"Your Excellency, I have brought those humans to Medusa's palace as you commanded."
The rat-man prime minister, now completely devoid of the arrogance he displayed before Dewey and his group, spoke
with a subservient tone tinged with obsequiousness.
Just then, ripples spread out in the air, and a hazy, slender figure slowly
emerged from the shimmering ripples, floating serenely in mid-air. The rat-man prime minister lowered his head even further,
seemingly in awe of this vaguely transparent figure with only a rough outline.
"I've seen it... As long as everything goes smoothly... I will remove the shapeshifting spell on you
... Mr. Gargamel..." 　　A
clear, melodious voice came from the ethereal figure, completely devoid of emotion. Then, the graceful
figure turned its head towards the palace, as if deep in thought.
"Dewey Rollins... who exactly are you...?" 　　Pushing open the tall palace doors, a chilling wind immediately swept in. The three 　　entered the hall, and in the chilling wind, a row of gems on the walls 　　illuminated the entire space. 　　The most striking feature of the spacious hall was a colossal statue. This was a beautiful woman with long, curly 　　hair. Although it was just a stone sculpture, her features were clearly defined: alluring eyes, a pointed chin 　　, and a captivating charm, though her expression was overly cold. She was almost completely naked, but several 　　large snakes coiled around her body, obscuring a few key areas. 　　Dewey admired the exquisite statue, somewhat impressed by the craftsmanship of the obese rat-man prime minister; 　　it was undoubtedly a masterpiece. However, Dewey felt that Medusa was the most remarkable sculptor, 　　because she could create the most lifelike masterpieces the moment she opened her eyes. 　　Passing the sculpture and entering through a door behind it, they found themselves in a straight passage. 　　After overcoming several magical traps set by Medusa, three doors appeared before them, leading in different directions. 　　"Let's each go through one door," 　　Dewey said. He knew exactly what Medusa was up to, and for this 　　"woman" who didn't intend to harm anyone but had higher-level needs, respecting her wishes was the best approach. 　　Although dissatisfied with the suggestion to split up and allow the enemy to defeat them one by one, 　　Hussein and Dardanelles had no choice but to follow Dewey's confident demeanor and each chose a door to enter. 　　The moment they stepped inside, the doors vanished, replaced by a wall. 　　"You want to see me?" 　　Dewey suddenly spoke as one of the figures entered the darkness. There was no light; the pure darkness 　　rendered his eyes useless, and a mysterious force even hindered his mental 　　exploration of his surroundings. 　　"You...heard my call?" 　　"Yes, I heard a voice telling me to go through the middle door, but my companions didn't seem 　　to hear a thing." 　　A mysterious voice rang out, its tone calm, yet Dewey sensed 　　a hint of joy within it. 　　"Yes, I only want to see a magician who can hear my summons. Gargamel taught me many things 　　, but now... I need to learn more new things. But before that, you need to pass my 　　test. Only those who pass the test can see me and are qualified to be my 'teacher.'" 　　The voice ended there, and Dewey immediately felt a blur before his eyes. Suddenly, the space around him began to distort, and 　　everything around him changed rapidly. 　　" 　　Ah... ah... ah..." 　　He heard a woman's soft moans and found himself on a wide, luxurious bed, his lower body incredibly tight.

He was tightly connected to the woman beneath him, pinning her hands to his sides, his penis thrusting
rapidly in and out of her tight, slippery passage in a vigorous piston-like motion.
The woman beneath him moaned seductively under Dewey's thrusts. Dewey wasn't unfamiliar with beautiful
women, but this woman he was pinning down wasn't, strictly speaking, a woman. Exquisitely beautiful face, fair and
delicate, almost translucent skin, long, silky, lustrous pale golden hair, and those distinctive
pointed ears.
She was an elf!
Dewey finally realized he was having sex with an elf, but he didn't know if the
man on top of her was himself. This was clearly
an illusion created by Medusa based on his memories, but Dewey had no recollection of ever sleeping with an elf.
Could it be an illusion from Aragorn's memories?
But he wasn't Dewey, nor was he Aragorn; he was just an ordinary person who had been transported to another world by magical powers after reading a novel
. Why was he seeing an illusion completely unrelated to himself? Dewey was filled with doubt
. Was it his own desire to taste the female elf that caused this hallucination?
"Ah...ha...umm...um...um..."
Dewey lowered his head and kissed the female elf's moist cherry lips, his tongue roughly invading her fragrant mouth.
The female elf didn't resist at all; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy the feeling, her soft, fragrant tongue intertwining with his
, exchanging saliva.
But these actions were not done by Dewey's will. Dewey found that he couldn't control his
body, and he increasingly doubted whether this man was really him. He was like a ghost possessing someone else, only
seeing what this man, who was brutally having sex with a beautiful female elf, saw, and was completely unable to do
anything else.
"Oh, so this is the reproductive behavior of living beings? It feels... a little different from what I imagined."
"You haven't mated yet, Your Excellency."
Medusa's voice resounded directly in Dewey's mind, confirming that this was an illusion she had created. Dewey
responded silently in his mind, knowing that Medusa could hear his thoughts.
"No, here... I am the only being."
"Then haven't you thought about actually trying it? Even with other races would be fine, like
the humans and elves you see now, or your ratmen."
The penis rubbed against the female elf's tender flesh, waves of intense pleasure stimulating Dewey's brain. Although
he couldn't control his body, Dewey could feel everything his body was experiencing. The female elf's tight vaginal
canal seemed like a small mouth, tightly sucking the penis inside.
"Ha...ha..."
After the sweet kiss ended, the female elf's high, alluring breasts heaved violently, emitting intoxicating
gasps. Her bright, beautiful eyes gazed with boundless affection at the face of the man vigorously working on her body.
Through the reflection in the female elf's clear, starry eyes, Dewey vaguely made out the man's appearance.
This was a human male who looked completely different from Dewey. Although just as handsome, he
was indeed a different person from Dewey. His hair was not the signature fiery red of the Rolin family like Dewey's, but black.
This was a man Dewey had never seen before, and beneath him was a
female elf whom Dewey had never seen before either. Dewey didn't know what had gone wrong with Medusa's illusion, causing him to involuntarily
witness and experience the sexual act between a human man and a female elf.
"Why do you humans think about mating with other species? Don't you think...it's disgusting? Gargamel
once suggested this to me and even wanted to help me try, but for some reason, it made me feel extremely
...angry, so I petrified him for a month."
The mysterious voice rang out again, its previously calm tone revealing a sense of disgust and confusion. Although
she said that Dewey would only be qualified to teach her after passing the test, this lonely Queen Medusa couldn't help but want
to know more.
"Oh, is that so? If I wanted to help you try, would you feel the same anger?"
"Ha...uh...uh..."
The black-haired man grabbed the female elf's full, snowy breasts and kneaded them vigorously, his ten fingers sinking deep into her smooth, plump
flesh. The rough movements made the female elf suppress a low moan, but she still obediently
responded to the man's somewhat brutal manipulation.
As if venting something, the black-haired man, like a pile driver, mercilessly pounded into the female elf's
pink, tender honey hole. The intense "squelching" sounds of intercourse never stopped. His hands, as if kneading dough,
wantonly played with the female elf's proud breasts, and he opened his mouth to suck hard on the perky pink nipples.
"Ah...ha...you've come to find me again...ha...ha...are you really not afraid...of
her finding out...um...ah...ah..."
The female elf's breathtakingly beautiful face was filled with love. Her gentle hand tenderly stroked the black-haired man 's head, seemingly unconcerned about his current rough violation of her. In fact, there was 　　a hint of heartache
in her eyes as she looked at him . 　　The black-haired man didn't answer her, remaining silent like a cold stone statue. He roughly 　　pulled the limp female elf up, forcing her to kneel on the bed in a doggy-style position. His broad chest pressed against her 　　smooth, white back, and his thick, hard penis mercilessly thrust into her delicate lower body once more. 　　The sounds of their bodies colliding, a storm of blows, and the female elf's seductive moans filled the room 　　. 　　"Although I don't like it, but...it doesn't seem so bad..."

After a moment of silence, the mysterious voice answered, seemingly deep in thought, appearing
hesitant and lost.
"I really like you, and that guy named Gargamel seems to like you too, because you're beautiful."
"Beautiful?"
"Beautiful things are always pleasing. You hate that disgusting rat-man, but you didn't reject me, because
you think I'm more beautiful than it... beautiful enough that you can accept me as a sexual partner." "
But... what is beauty? And who defines beauty?"
"Of course, it's yourself. What you find beautiful is beautiful, and what you find ugly is ugly. Think
what you think, do what your heart desires. Getting caught up in many trivial questions will only make you increasingly unable to see your own
'true self.'"
"Is that so... you think this elf is beautiful, so you want to mate with her...?"
The voice seemed to have grasped something, speaking thoughtfully.
"Speaking of which, I feel like this man is nothing like me. My esteemed lady,
I would like to ask, what exactly are you... doing?!"
Dewey rarely complained. There was a huge difference between being forced into sex and actively having sex with a woman
. Although the woman was a stunning beauty even more outstanding than Joanna and Vivian, the
subtle feeling of being completely dominated by another man made Dewey very uncomfortable.
"Mmm... mmm... ha..."
The elf's intoxicating and seductive breaths became increasingly disordered. The dark-haired man greedily inhaled the
orchid-like fragrance from the elf's hair, gently nibbling at her sensitive pointed ears. His hands continued to knead the elf's
breasts, which swayed back and forth with the intense thrusts. As if trying to forget everything else, he was tightly intertwined with her,
focusing all his attention on playing with her beautiful and graceful body.
"Hmm... Ha... That matter... It seems like she sacrificed the most... Hmm
... But I know... Actually, the one who hurts the most... is you..."
The female elf spoke intermittently, overwhelmed by the surging pleasure,
struggling to support her body and endure the black-haired man's violent demands. Her tone revealed boundless pity, as if
she cared more about the black-haired man's inner pain than the humiliation she herself was suffering.
"I'm sorry..."
The black-haired man finally spoke, his magnetic voice filled with immense guilt and sorrow, like a
child about to cry, weakly uttering the most useless words.
"Don't say sorry!!"
the female elf suddenly shouted sharply, her previous gentle and delicate demeanor completely gone, startling Dewey.
A chillingly powerful aura emanated from her, and Dewey felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar, his body and spirit
crushed by oppression. Even more unbelievable, he found himself with an urge to kneel,
experiencing the overwhelming fear of a weak creature facing an unassailable power.
"..."
The black-haired man remained silent. He stopped his torment of the female elf and quietly held her. He seemed lost
in memories, his expression shifting between joy, sorrow, and ferocity, finally settling into a cold,
desperate indifference.
"You owe no one...you don't need to apologize to anyone...I know the only one you truly love
is her...and I...I'm probably just a disposable tool for your sexual gratification...but it's okay
...because...I love you!! That's enough..."
"Diana...I..."
The elf turned her head and almost roughly sealed the black-haired man's lips with hers, passionately kissing him
. But tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, she didn't know if she
was saddened for herself or for the black-haired man.
"How could this be...? This should be a scene from your memory. Has something gone wrong...?"
The mysterious voice seemed confused as well. The scene gradually blurred, followed by an unfathomable
darkness. Dewey opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground in a very large room.
The air was filled with a faint fragrance that was comforting and warm to the core.
The room was empty except for a stone bed in the center, or rather, just a large stone
platform, cold and lifeless.
"You dispelled the illusion, which means I've passed the test?"
Dewey stretched, as if he had just woken from a pleasant dream, and calmly asked the empty room as he got up
.
"Yes."
After a long silence, a soft sigh echoed in the empty room. A figure
slowly emerged from the stone within the wall. The moment she stepped out, the stone's texture began to fade,
her hard, cold, gray skin transforming into a delicate white, smooth and soft. Her golden hair gradually
shone with a luster.
Her facial features became clearer; it was a face that could drive men mad. Even
the phrase "beauty that could topple kingdoms" was far from sufficient to describe such exquisite beauty. If she were to exist in the human world,
she would surely bring disaster.
Her figure was graceful and captivating; every inch of her skin, every curve, seemed to be
the most perfect work of art, meticulously calculated by the Creator. Her legs, her waist, her hips, her arms, her
breasts—every proportion was perfect. Combined with the innate allure of a snake, every movement,
every subtle gesture, carried an almost seductive charm.
Dewey was shocked, truly shocked. Although he had imagined Queen Medusa's beauty, it wasn't until
he saw her that Dewey realized his ignorance. He finally understood
the true meaning of the idiom "unparalleled beauty. "
"'Truth'... Your answer is interesting. Gargamel told me that I need to think about various questions to
gain more knowledge, but you tell me not to think. Is 'ignorance' your so-called 'truth'
?"
Medusa's voice was like the gentle flow of a spring stream, its beautiful tone making Dewey genuinely feel that
listening to her speak was a pleasure.
"It's not that I shouldn't think, but rather that I shouldn't engage in pointless thinking. I know you have many questions, but
what's the point of knowing the answers to many questions? Besides, how do you know if the answers you get are
correct? And what is 'correct' anyway?"
Finally managing to tear his eyes away from Medusa's frighteningly beautiful face, Dewey took a deep breath
and spoke in the calmest possible voice.
"It sounds like you don't want to answer my question."
"No, it's just that I didn't give you the answer you wanted."
"The answer I wanted...?"
"The answer to many questions resides within you, but you can't describe
it in any way. Therefore, when you get the answer you want, you accept it; when you get an answer you don't want to accept
, you reject it. It's that simple."
"What you're saying... is strange... I'm a little... unable to understand..."
"Alright, then what do you want to know, my esteemed lady?" "
Gargamel told me that the most complex thing in the world is 'human nature,' and I'm curious to know
what 'human nature' truly is. I originally thought I could find the answer by observing you, but I seem to have been wrong."
The stone walls rippled like water. The scene depicted Hussein and Dardanelles in the illusion
: the paladin, surrounded by the holy knights he had slain, painfully swung his sword again,
killing his former comrades one by one; while the Lister family's guards, pursued by the carrion monsters, helplessly watched their companions
fall one by one in a gruesome death.
"Humanity? Fine, I'll show you what humanity is."
Dewey slowly but fearlessly walked towards Medusa. The closer he got,
the more he felt the breathtaking beauty of this serpentine woman. And she was still with her eyes closed. If
she opened them, and on such a face that could only be described as perfect, adorned with
eyes like star-jewels, that would be… Dewey dared not imagine it any longer.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you?" "
Gargamel said that most humans are terrified of me. Medusa is a terrifying
being to humans. Your power... doesn't seem particularly strong, yet you're not afraid of me. This seems
different from the 'humanity' I see in Gargamel."
"Fear, dread, that's human nature. But courage, fearlessness, that's also human nature. Whether you're afraid of you or not
, it's all human nature. What is human nature? It's just a shorthand for human habits. There are millions of people in the world
, all different. If we're talking about human nature, it's countless. Although there are commonalities, ultimately,
it's an 'endless' concept."
"'Endless'?"
"Simply put, if you want to know about human nature, think of every adjective you can use to describe human character
. That's all human nature. For you, esteemed lady, human nature is also snake nature, just referring to
different things. In the end, it's all the same thing."
"If it's that simple, why do you humans always love discussing human nature?"
"Because some people like to appear all-knowing and insightful. They confuse the concept of human nature
to make their actions seem natural and reasonable, to find a seemingly respectable excuse for their deeds
. So when you do evil, you can say it's human nature; when you do good, you can also say it's human nature. In
the end, it's all just human desires; good and evil are merely appearances. Human nature is just
a word that summarizes the psychological processes and results of all human behavior, but precisely because it summarizes everything, purely discussing it is utterly meaningless
."
"Meaningless... but why do I always find myself thinking about it?"
"Because you're too lonely. Loneliness drives people crazy."
"But I'm not human..."
"Is that so? Compared to a snake, you might be closer to a human now. Snakes don't wear clothes, but humans do. In
my opinion, what you want isn't more knowledge at all."
"Then what do you think... I want? Humanity."
"Of course, it's about having fun, my esteemed lady."
"Have fun? You mean, pursue happiness?"
"You are already a powerful being, you don't need to worry about survival, so the only thing left to do
is, of course, do things that make you happy. You want to know more, you want to understand so-called human nature, is
n't that just you entertaining yourself? Your heart feels empty, so it forces you to find something to
fill it. Gargamel tells you it's called the desire for knowledge, but that's just proof of your unhappiness. Are you
happy now, my esteemed lady?"
"Happy... I don't know what happiness is... I just live according to my instincts..."
"That's because you haven't experienced true happiness yet."
"True... happiness... what is that?"
"Didn't you just see it? Following your instincts, my esteemed lady, I can
assure you it will absolutely bring you pleasure."
Dewey smiled, suddenly reaching out to pinch Queen Medusa's delicate chin, almost without hesitation, slowly...
Slowly, gently, tenderly, he kissed those luscious red lips, and time seemed to stand still.
...
Thousands of miles away from the Frozen Forest, the Lorin Plain remained as peaceful as ever. Dewey's renewed disappearance had
initially caused a great uproar, but after the letter he left behind reached the capital, the Lorin family and the Mage's
Guild fell silent.
The midnight bells rang, and in the Lorin ancestral home, the study, which should have been empty after Dewey's departure, now
held a beautiful figure, standing forlornly before an oil painting.
"Is it...is it you...calling...me...me?"
the lovely, delicate girl murmured softly, gazing curiously at the lifelike eyes in the painting,
eyes filled with expectation, as if pleading with the girl.
"Who...who are you...do you want...me...to...let you...let you
out?"
The girl clearly sensed the pleading in those eyes and continued to ask. Hearing the girl's words, those
eyes suddenly brightened, staring intently at her.
"I know... I know... Being locked up... here... must be so...
hard and uncomfortable... Wait, wait a minute... I'll release you... release you right away..."
The girl took a breath, took two steps back, her expression becoming solemn and dignified. She slightly opened her arms and
began to chant a spell in a low voice. Immediately, a mysterious power began to fluctuate, and a wisp of the girl's spiritual energy transformed into a faint
light and was absorbed into the oil painting.
A flame shot out from the oil painting, and then the painting quickly burst into flames. With a "boom,"
the entire oil painting turned to ashes in the flames. The ball of flame floated up and drifted to the floor, and then
a white leg gracefully stepped out of the flames.
Her skin was as white as frost and snow, so delicate it seemed as if a gentle pinch could release water;
her toes were as exquisite as ten pearls; her feet were as small as white jade; and
her legs were long, shapely, straight, and firm, perfect even to the most discerning lecher.
A bright red robe, like a spring rose, accentuated her snow-white skin
, making her even more striking. Long, silver hair, as white as snow, cascaded down her head, her graceful figure enveloped in the light red robe
, making one wonder if she wore anything else underneath.
Silver hair, an absolute beauty, a bright red robe.
A woman in red emerged from the flames of a burning oil painting, her gentle eyes sparkling,
her smiling face carrying a serene allure, standing silently before the girl.
"Sister... Sister?!"
The girl covered her mouth, involuntarily exclaiming in surprise.
(To be continued)

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