A Peacock Husband of Five Princesses by day, a Noble Assassin by Night-Chapter 41: Kael and the Necromancer (1/5)

Kael didn’t know how much time had passed, but they were at a standstill for a long time, neither budging against the other. However, as time passed, he noticed that its dark energy was absorbing into his body and slowly raising his mana reserves instead of hurting him.

The apparition grew weaker as his mana reserves rose steadily, and Kael no longer felt the pressure on his body. In fact, he gained the edge over the opponent, but he continued to act like he was struggling and greedily absorbed its energy until the apparition became a tiny wisp.

The chained cat woman’s eyes widened in shock. Despite her state, she no longer looked like she was suffering. She looked joyous.

"Thank you for the meal, whatever you are." Kael stopped his acting in the end and flicked away the dark wisp.

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He then stepped toward her, intent on cutting her binds, but as his hands neared her—she smiled.

"Well done, my master. Now, let us become one."

It was a grin, wicked and malicious, and at that moment he heard those words, Kael realized that she wasn’t a pitiful figure at all. There was indeed a reason for her imprisonment.

Before he could react and get away, her arms shot up and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him close. The chains around her were broken on their own. Her lips brushed against his neck, but before he could fully comprehend what was happening, there was a sharp bite.

"F**k."

A scream tore from his throat, but before it could echo through the chamber, the world blurred once more.

When Kael opened his eyes again, he found himself in a new position, all naked. The cold stone slab beneath him felt like a prison, his limbs shackled, his chest tight with pain. "Argh…"

"Wha…" Something else was wrong—his mana core… was damaged, fractured. He could feel the faint hum of his organs, but they didn’t feel right. His internal injuries were torn and bruised, mostly caused by the core explosion.

His heart pulsed erratically in response to the damage, and as he strained against the chains that bound him, the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance.

Is that cat woman behind this? He couldn’t help but wonder.

It was then a woman’s voice broke through the silence, smooth but chilling.

"Don’t worry, handsome. I don’t torture a specimen like you." The words were almost casual as if spoken in jest.

Kael’s breath caught. It was the old man—the one who had led him to the mansion.

He tried to keep his composure, questioning his captor subtly, trying to stay calm despite the pain radiating from his body. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The old man slowly transformed into an attractive, middle-aged, busty woman. She chuckled softly. "A necromancer who was too bored with her life after living for centuries. A demigod who was looking for a breakthrough to the ascendant realm. An undying woman who wanted to explore every secret of this world. A woman who was searching for a man that could satisfy her. And a sorcerer looking for a disciple. Call me whatever you find it pleasant." The voice held a sense of dark amusement as if Kael’s fate was nothing more than a passing distraction for this cruel sorcerer.

Kael’s frustration flared. He tried to move, to break free, but his body was too weak. The necromancer approached him, gazing at his body from top to bottom, her gazing more at his exposed private part. "Hmm… that’s interesting. When I shattered your mana core and turned you into a cripple, you should have been turned impotent, but I could see normal blood flow into your manhood."

She reached out his manhood and started stroking it. Within seconds, as it seemed fully hardened, she chuckled, "Yeah, indeed, it looks as healthy as I thought. I wonder if you have two mana cores or something." She shifted her gaze to Kael’s face as he was being violated by a six-hundred-year-old sorcerer. "Shall we test it? Whether it is a man or a woman, a demigod or a middling warrior, everyone’s essence can be found out from their gen*tal fluids. Your nectar will tell your secret that I’m curious to find out. And the fastest way to collect is…" Her hand stopped its movement and lowered down a bit and she opened her mouth, closing onto his manhood.

Kael felt internal pain from the bruises caused to his organs by mana core damage, but the external bliss he was receiving from his supposed enemy felt more like torture as it was against his will.

He had faced enough objectifying gazes all his life, and while he publicly depended on his sister and then his wives to protect his dignity, he was still confident in putting down any offender who could try to force herself onto him, all because he was deemed weak. But now, he had lost the cultivation he painstakingly trained in one incident and had his fate entirely dependent on the mercy of this sorcerer. His dignity is about to be lost and he couldn’t even resist, his body chained to the stone slab.

Regret filled Kael’s mind. "I should have listened to Seraphina." "I should have listened to the shopkeeper’s warning." "I shouldn’t have taken that statue." "If only I hadn’t overestimated my strength, I wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation." "It’s all that cat spirit’s fault."

While he was busy cursing the cat spirit in his head while trying his best to resist the necromancer, a voice, soft and familiar, suddenly echoed in his mind. "Do you want my help, master?"

"Who is it?"

Kael’s eyes widened in realization. "It’s you…"

"Call my name, master. Call my name…"

"Cleodora, come out." He screamed outwardly, followed by a curse. "Sh*t."

A gush of fluid entered her mouth and Kael collapsed, his head hitting the slab stone as a black cat, sleek and glimmering in the darkness, materialized from the shadows.

With a sudden leap, it sank its fangs toward the necromancer’s throat.

The necromancer moved swiftly to the back in surprise, unintentionally swallowing everything. "Dammit." She cursed loudly, gritting her teeth in anger. "You dare to destroy my experimental… Hmm?" Her eyes widened, surprise returning to her face again. She chuckled. "Oh, I see… no wonder. It’s the primordial darkness. Your mana core wasn’t exactly destroyed as I imagined." Her eyes fixated on Kael, her lips curling into a grin. "Never in the world did I expect the thing I captured to experiment to turn out to be someone possessing the same element as myself. Hahaha…" She burst into laughter, her voice becoming louder and louder. "How long has it been? Hundred years or hundred and a fifty?"

*hisss*

The black cat hissed, gaining her attention, and leaped at her in a blurring speed.

The Necromancer shut her eyes for a moment and swung her hand. The black cat was swatted like a fly, crashing onto the wall as a result.

The Necromancer looked at it. "I know what you are, kitty. ’A Nemesis.’ You think you might be strong, but you haven’t recovered even a minute amount of your strength. Don’t push your luck. I no longer have any interest in harming your master." She said, her voice was cold and her expression seemed like she wouldn’t hesitate to kill it if the cat made a wrong move.

As the black cat charged again but stopped at the slab stone, unsure whether to attack the enemy that tortured her master or believe her words, the Necromancer flicked her fingers toward Kael, who was facing concussion and experiencing a headache but still cleared her earlier words. A mass of dark energy flew toward him, freeing him from the chains instantly.