Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 341: The Abyssal Sanctum (2)

Third Person's POV

The silent scream withered away from her face before it could break free, and her shivering body sagged as if freed from invisible chains.

She blinked with an unsteady breath and slowly pushed herself upright.

Her hands trembled slightly, while her eyes started drifting about the room in quiet confusion as she became lost between fading memory and fragile reality.

Her hazy vision gradually cleared, and the first thing she saw was a pair of soul-piercing crimson eyes gazing at her.

They were strangely vivid as they glowed faintly like embers in the low morning light.

Just meeting that gaze, the chaos roaring within her mind quieted, as if something deep within her had been silenced.

She sat up slowly while still locked into his eyes like a sailor to a guiding star.

"Are you alright, Miss?"

The moment his lips moved and his voice broke through her trance, she blinked rapidly and broke away from that enthralling stare.

Realizing what she had been doing and catching sight of the unreal, handsome young man in front of her, a soft blush rose to her cheeks.

She lowered her gaze in embarrassment while her hands tightened slightly in her lap.

Now that the spell Ethan's eyes had unknowingly put her in had broken, did she notice the two girls in the room.

The first was a stunning woman with noble poise, striking blond hair, and glowing scarlet eyes made her eyes widen slightly in awe as she couldn't help but admire this beauty.

But it was the second one, the scarred girl with a quiet, unreadable expression, that made her stiffen imperceptibly.

What unsettled her more was how both girls stared at her with the same cool and detached gaze that carried a distant coldness in them.

She instinctively felt that, in their eyes, she had done something wrong… but she couldn't quite place what.

Ethan waved his hand in front of her, smiling gently.

"Did you not hear my question, Miss?"

"Ah—Aahh… What? I-I am fine…"

Her voice wavered, and she started tripping over her words in a quiet panic that he couldn't help but find endearing and cute.

Though on the surface, he simply nodded and let the silence settle naturally around her.

After a few slow, unspoken moments, her breathing steadied, and she lowered her shoulders slightly, though a lingering tremor still clung to her hands.

As her mind calmed, the memories of the previous day slowly returned and started flashing in front of her eyes, and she finally remembered the panic she had felt, the shadows in front of her, and lastly the fall.

Tears welled in her eyes as she turned to Ethan.

"What happened yesterday? And how… how am I here? Did you save me, Mister?"

The corners of Ethan's smile lowered, and he took a nearby chair while his expression grew solemn.

Starting with the beginning, he began to explain everything like how he had seen her tumbling down those precarious spinal ropes, how he reacted on instinct to pull her from danger, and the chilling sight of what he presumed to be her friend or family member disappearing into the Devil Abyss.

He told her how she had lost consciousness and how they had looked after her until this very moment.

She listened quietly, and her expression couldn't help but fall with each word, until sadness overtook her completely.

Her eyes shone with tears once again, and though she tried to hold them back, the dam broke.

Ethan looked at her, and for a moment, he was unsure of how to respond.

He was not close enough to her to offer the kind of comfort that would feel natural, so he turned to Virelle wordlessly and asked her for help silently.

Virelle met his eyes with a sigh and then, reaching over to the bed, she sat beside the weeping girl and wrapped her arms gently around her.

As she held her close, the blond girl finally couldn't hold back and started crying freely.

For a time, the room was filled with nothing but the soft sound of muffled sobs and the occasional sniffle.

The girl clutched Virelle's robe tightly as she finally released the weight she had kept buried in her heart since the fall.

Ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed before she pulled back and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

Her beautiful face was stained with tears, and damp patches had formed on the front of her yellow dress, particularly over her chest, which subtly drew Ethan's gaze.

He noticed, perhaps for the first time, how full her figure was despite her youthful age, which was likely to be fifteen or sixteen at most.

The roundness of her breasts was especially accentuated by her sobbing, and the stretch of her clothes stirred something primal and fiery within him.

His gaze lingered momentarily on the faint outline of her nipples visible through the fabric, and a dangerous glint passed through his eyes before he caught himself.

A heat surged within him, but he quickly closed his eyes and breathed out slowly.

As he focused, the icy energy in his veins stirred in response, and a cold frost spread through his limbs and flesh as his mastery of the ice element suppressed the heat coursing through him.

He didn't feel anything, even as the internal cold tightened his chest, as his body had long since accustomed itself to its presence through his body strengthening Immortal Arctic Sovereign technique.

Once he was composed, he opened his eyes and leaned back slightly in his chair, now calm and steady.

With his voice gentler than before, he asked,

"Can you tell us what actually happened yesterday?"

She hesitated and wiped her damp cheeks with trembling fingers.

Then, her soft voice returned—fragile, but no longer panicked.

"My brother and I… we were climbing the spinal rope like everyone else. We came for the Sanctum's admission. It was my first time while my elder brother was already in his second year."

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