Saga of The Night God



Erwin observed the hesitation flicker in Frejya's eyes and offered a seemingly reasonable suggestion. "Frejya, why don't you take your time to make the decision? Consider it thoroughly, weigh the pros and cons. Take the sometime to think it over and let me know tonight if you are willing to proceed or not."

Frejya found some relief in his suggestion, appreciating the opportunity to have a bit more time to deliberate. She nodded in agreement. Erwin's lips curled into a satisfied smile seeing it, his expression indicating a sense of victory. He had successfully planted the seed of possibility within Frejya's mind, keeping her tethered to his persuasive influence.

Agda nodded in response to Erwin's inquiry and was taken aback by his level of excitement. She had expected him to be worried about the potential implications of his sisters recognizing him or unveiling his true identity.

However, Erwin seemed unfazed by such concerns. His sisters had never laid eyes on him before, just as he had never seen them. The encounters they might have had in their childhood at the archaic halls were nothing more than fleeting memories. What intrigued him more were the tales of their remarkable beauty, reminiscent of their mother's captivating allure.

Erwin's heart swelled with anticipation at the thought of being surrounded by such captivating beauties once again. The news of his sisters becoming his neighbors only heightened his excitement as he envisioned a realm filled with elegance and charm.

Observing Erwin lost in his thoughts, Agda quietly departed, accompanied by her daughter-in-law, who, too, was also engrossed in deep contemplation.

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Marees, her frustration evident in her eyes, questioned her black-haired girlfriend, seeking answers. "How did you meet her? Why can't you tell me?" she asked, her tone laced with exasperation.

Leila, equally frustrated but with a hint of guilt concealed within her, responded with a touch of impatience. "How many times do I have to explain? I encountered him in the city, and seeing his pitiful state, I couldn't help but offer him a place to stay for one night out of pity."

Marees regarded her with suspicious eyes, refusing to accept her repeated explanations as truth. Her skepticism weighed heavily on their conversation as she pressed for more information, demanding honesty. "Repeating the same lies won't make them true. Just tell me the real reason..."

Before Marees could delve into another inquiry, Leila let out a weary sigh, her frustration and weariness palpable. With a tinge of resignation, she finally opened up. "Marees, he's just a kid. Why harbor suspicions about him? He is incapable of causing harm, and instead, we are utilizing him as a means to infiltrate the Vasmorth Academy."

Marees was on the verge of expressing her frustration about her girlfriend's perceived cowardice when a conflicting dilemma surfaced within her. She grappled with the realization that disclosing her own dark hobby of exploding people's heads in the forest was not something she could share with her girlfriend. The gruesome fascination she held for headshots and engaging in such activities, particularly involving children, remained a secret that weighed heavily on her conscience.

"Let's not talk about this again, okay?" Leila said softly, her gaze fixed upon her green-haired girlfriend as silence settled between them.

Marees nodded in agreement, understanding the unspoken request for the topic to be left behind. Their journey continued, leading them to the grand gates of Vasmorth Academy. As they approached, their attention was drawn to an excited child racing towards them.

"Leila, you're here!" the child exclaimed, his voice brimming with joy as he leaped into Leila's embrace, enveloping her in a heartfelt hug.

This is what it looked to people who saw them, but Erwin's hands rested upon Leila's buttocks, and his fingertips traced the contours of her soft yet slightly muscular stomach. As they stood there, this was the scene witnessed by onlookers. Leila, taken aback by Erwin's unexpected embrace, glanced down at his smiling face, his striking silver eyes beaming with delight.

"You look beautiful." Erwin's smile brightened as he complimented Leila, appreciating her beauty. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, gathered into a high ponytail, with bangs adorning her forehead, adding to her allure. The corners of her cherry lips curved into a smile as she absorbed Erwin's praise, seeking confirmation. "You think so?" she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Erwin nodded, affirming his admiration, before redirecting his attention to Marees, who regarded him with a visible disdain. Undeterred by her disapproving gaze, Erwin embraced Marees as well, immersing her in his arms. Despite the tension that lingered in the air, he chose to focus on the moments of connection and affection, willing to overlook any perceived aversion.

Erwin's hands explored Marees' curvaceous and supple buttocks, noting their size and softness in comparison with Leila's. His attention then shifted to her stomach, which he found to be even softer and more sensuously curved. As Erwin inhaled her natural scent, a blend that reminded him of the outdoors, he gazed into her face with his wide, silver eyes, which Marees found irresistibly adorable. In that moment, her initial disgust seemed to fade away.

Marees couldn't help but wonder how Erwin could wear such a genuine smile, seemingly oblivious to the events of the previous night. Her thoughts swirled in her mind as she observed his expression. 'Is he forgotten about the gruesome scene?'

Erwin had really forgotten about the memories of the witch's head exploding due to the steamy outdoor session with Adelaide and Agda consumed his thoughts, replacing any remnants of revulsion Marees once felt.

Erwin playfully nuzzled his nose against Marees' stomach and complimented her, "You, too, look beautiful, Miss Marees." Despite the swirling emotions and questionable circumstances, Erwin's words carried a hint of sincerity, inviting Marees into the realm of appreciation and allure.

Her flowing emerald-green hair cascaded down her back, reaching the curves of her hips. The gentle waves in her luscious locks added an alluring touch, enhancing her beauty. Every strand seemed to dance in the air, as if beckoning to be touched.

Her facial features were plump and captivating, drawing Erwin's attention. The enchanting allure of her full lips, the seductive curve of her cheekbones, and the mesmerizing depth of her emerald eyes held an irresistible charm. Each element came together to create a captivating and enticing visage.

Erwin, after indulging in the softness of her touch for a while, suggested, "Why don't I show you my new dorm? It's quite luxurious." He extended his hand to guide her towards his residence, eager to share the opulent space with her.

On their way to the dorm, Marees inquired about Erwin's origins and how he ended up in their current location. Erwin proceeded to narrate a false story, carefully aligning it with the fabricated account he had previously shared with Leila and Adelaide. He added specific details to ensure consistency, should any of them engage in conversation and compare notes.

The only individuals in the city privy to Erwin's true identity were Agda and Frejya. However, he harbored no concerns about them revealing his secrets. Agda, being his devoted slave, would never betray him in any way. As for Frejya, she would soon become his possession, as he had already orchestrated plans for her.

As they engaged in trivial conversation, they arrived at the dormitories. Marees anticipated a question from Erwin regarding their purpose for attending the academy, but to her surprise, he didn't inquire. It seemed that their reasons were inconsequential to him, even if they were assassins. In his mind, they were destined to become his servants, and any actions performed by servants held little significance.

Erwin, consumed by his own desires and oblivious to potential consequences, failed to realize the grave trouble he could face if it was discovered that his servants were responsible for any acts of murder within the academy. His lack of foresight left him vulnerable to severe repercussions.

However, Erwin's mind was preoccupied with a different matter altogether. He was fixated on how he could orchestrate an opportunity for himself to witness a live lesbian scene, a fantasy that many men harbor deep within their desires.

Erwin's gaze shifted between Leila and her girlfriend, contemplating their different personalities and the potential challenges they posed in terms of manipulation.

As he observed Leila, her smile gave him the impression that she might be easily persuaded or convinced to go along with his plans. However, when his eyes fell upon her girlfriend, he noticed a calculating expression, suggesting that she possessed a keen sense of observation and was actively gathering information.

Erwin realized that winning over Leila would likely be a simpler task compared to her more cautious and perceptive girlfriend. He understood that gaining her trust and cooperation would require a different approach altogether.

Erwin's mind was strategizing as he decided to bide his time and observe the situation further. Engaging in casual conversation about trivial matters, he masked his true intentions and focused on creating a sense of familiarity.

As they arrived at the luxurious dorms, both Leila and Marees couldn't hide their shock and surprise. They were well aware of the prestigious status associated with the dorms reserved for noble royalties. Among those in their respective fields, such as assassins and spies, infiltrating such highly sought-after locations in the academy, ranked among the top ten coveted achievements.

They were initially content with the idea of infiltrating the regular students' dormitories, but their excitement heightened upon seeing the illustrious Rubious Dorms. Marees' initial disgust toward Erwin had diminished, yet her suspicion of him grew stronger. Being granted a place in this prestigious dorm required a truly special identity, something that Erwin seemed to lack or had falsely claimed to possess.