Saga of The Night God

In the private room, Erwin found himself face to face with the woman with golden eyes, who was surrounded by an entourage of servants and guards. She was dressed in luxurious silks and adorned with glittering jewels that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room.

"Welcome, child," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "I have been looking forward to meeting you."

Erwin gulped nervously, thinking to himself, 'Great, I'm about to become a glorified sex toy for a wealthy sadist. This is just what I needed.'

Erwin felt a lump form in his throat as he tried to muster up the courage to speak. "Thank you, madam," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the woman approached him, her eyes roamed his body hungrily, and Erwin couldn't help but feel violated already.

"Please, don't be nervous," the woman said, placing a gentle hand on Erwin's shoulder. "I understand that this must all be very overwhelming for you, but I assure you, you have nothing to fear."

'Oh, nothing to fear except for the fact that I'm about to be turned into a human punching bag.' Erwin thought to himself with bitter sarcasm.

Erwin tried to relax, but his heart was still pounding in his chest. "May I ask why you paid so exorbitant price for, madam?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

The woman's smile grew even wider. "Of course, my dear," she said. "I am quite impressed with your talents."

Erwin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "My talents?" he repeated.

"Indeed, your talents," the woman acknowledged. "Making a first mana Circle at the young age of ten is quite a remarkable feat."

Erwin appeared confused upon hearing this and cautiously asked, "Please forgive me if I offend you, madam, but isn't it common for humans to awaken their mana at the age of ten?"

As soon as Erwin mentioned his confusion, both of them turned to him with surprise. The woman addressed him, asking, "Your name is Erwin, isn't it?" Erwin nodded, and she followed up with, "Could you tell me where you came from, Erwin?"

Erwin hesitated for a moment before answering. "I come from a small village in the outskirts of the kingdom Acyhlis, madam," he lied.

The Man's eyes narrowed slightly. "I see," he said, studying Erwin intently. "so, you're from higher realms like us."

"What are the higher realms?" Erwin asked with the same confusion.

The woman with the golden eyes looked at Erwin with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "You don't know what the higher realms are?" she asked.

Erwin shook his head. "No, madam," he replied. "I've never heard of them before."

The woman's smile held a hint of superiority as she spoke. "Well, it doesn't matter now, but you should be aware that your talent is merely mediocre in the higher realm."

"Yes," Erwin replied, and then asked, "then why did you why you purchased me? and how did I end up in this realm?"

The woman's contemplative expression gave way to a sinister smile as she revealed the reason for Erwin's purchase. "It's a mystery how you ended up in this realm," she said, her tone laced with malice. "But as for why I bought you, it's because every servant I had died from pain in their hips. I have very high standards, you see, and finding a suitable replacement has been a challenge."

Erwin's fear and apprehension grew with every word the woman spoke. He wondered what kind of training and unbearable duties he would be subjected to, and if he would suffer the same fate as the previous servants.

Before Erwin could even begin to articulate his concerns, the woman's smile morphed into a manic grin. Her voice was now filled with a twisted joy as she revealed her plan. "But then, when I saw you being sold, a brilliant idea came to me," she exclaimed. "What if I trained my servants from a young age? Wouldn't that increase their hips durability?"

Erwin observed the woman's manic expression and mustered the courage to ask, "May I ask, madam, why the servants need to have strong hips?"

The woman's expression turned sinister, and her tone was filled with a twisted joy as she answered Erwin's question. Her eyes glinted with excitement as she spoke, "Well, my dear Erwin," she said, "my servants have to endure long hours of being beaten by my hips to fulfill the cravings of my lower lips."

Erwin's eyes widened in shock hearing this.

The man who had spoken before looked at Erwin shocked face and stepped forward and addressed Erwin in a condescending tone. "You should feel honored, boy. The professor does not take just anyone as her ser...." But before he could even finish his sentence, the Erwin interrupted him.

"Thank you, madam," Erwin said with a hint of excitement in his voice. "I am eager to learn and serve," he continued, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"huh..." the mans looked at him with surprised, while women's face boomed into a excited smile.

Erwin gazed upon her smile and considered, ' she is good master huh....." However, suddenly the world began to spin, causing him to lose his balance and faint.

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The golden masked warrior, along with two men, were running through the dense forest. Their breaths were heavy, and their bodies were covered in scratches and bruises. The fat man was lagging behind, panting heavily, while the handsome man was leading the way, his sword in hand.

The golden masked warrior's mask was slightly damaged from the fight they had just encountered. She had been the one to take down the enemy leader, but not before sustaining a few injuries of her own.

The trio had been running for days, having lost the precious cargo during their escape.

As they ran, the golden masked girl finally spoke, her voice surprisingly feminine. "Ghanso, We need to find a place to rest and tend to our wounds. We can't keep running like this."

The handsome man nodded in agreement, looking back to make sure the fat man was still following. "There's a cave not too far from here. We can rest there for a while."

They made their way to the cave, their bodies aching with each step. Once inside, they sat down, exhausted. The golden masked women removed her mask, revealing a face that was both fierce and delicate. Her hair was golden, and her eyes were a bright blue.

"I can't believe we made it out alive," the fat man said between gasps for air.

"Yes, it was really brutal," the woman said, her face glistening with sweat.

As they sat in the cave, Ghanso's mind drifted to the child they had lost during the escape. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and responsibility for what had happened. The child had been under their protection, and they had failed to keep him safe.

Observing Ghanso's altered demeanor, the woman with the golden mask rested a consoling hand on his shoulder. "We had to do what was necessary to ensure his safety. His mother only paid us to take him out of the kingdom, but she didn't specify a destination," she spoke gently.

Ghanso's voice carried a tone of concern and conviction as he spoke up. "It doesn't mean we had to send him to the lower realms. It's far too dangerous for a child his age."

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Note :- The next chapter will be R-18