Chapter 58: Blondie: “Watch me bring my men over to kill you!”
“Ugh ah ah ah!!!” The miserable cry echoed throughout the entire cake shop, drawing everyone’s attention.
Before them lay a blond male, on the ground screaming like a pig being slaughtered, shaking uncontrollably while covering his groin.
In front of him stood a beautiful girl with a disdainful expression, radiating authority.
“Hmph, you asked for it by provoking me,” Elrose snorted coldly.
“You…” Blondie’s face contorted in pain. He wanted to say something, but the intense pain rendered him nearly speechless.
This pain wasn’t something most people could withstand; it felt as if his vas deferens had been ripped apart, leaving him unable to do anything but wail.
“What are you mumbling about? From the sound of it, you still aren’t convinced, huh?” Elrose chuckled coldly, then slowly crouched down in front of Blondie and tapped him again with the Heart of Shadow.
Darkness returned.
Blondie found himself again in that endless horrifying darkness, losing consciousness.
Elrose kicked her little shoes, gathering all her strength.
【Castration Kick】 Five-hit combo.
The scene left the bystanders shocked, especially the men, who felt a chill down below and instinctively squeezed their legs together.
Blondie regained consciousness after the first hit of the five-hit combo, but with his weakness receiving a fatal attack, he had almost lost the ability to resist.
He was initially very angry, but after the five hits, all that was left in his heart was one word—pain, pain so intense he felt like he was going to split apart.
“Little blondie, are you convinced now?” Elrose crouched in front of him, with a cold smile.
“I’m convinced, I’m convinced.” Blondie’s eyes were filled with tears; if he didn’t concede now, he feared his happiness for life would be over.
“Hmph, that’s more like it,” Elrose smiled satisfactorily, slowly standing up. “Alright, let’s leave it at that. I won’t torture you anymore. After this lesson, don’t come looking for trouble with me again, got it?”
“I got it, I got it.” Blondie nodded repeatedly.
“Alright then, I hope you keep your word.” Elrose nodded gently, turned, and returned to her seat. “What are you still lying there for? Hurry up and leave; do you want me to send you off?”
“Yes…” Blondie squeezed his legs together as he slowly got up, one hand against the wall, the other covering his groin, shakily stepping toward the exit.
“Hmph, a little thug thinks he can fight with me.” Elrose snorted coldly, then tossed the piece of cake that Blondie had brought onto the trash can.
At that moment, Luna happened to return with a cake, but since the counter was a bit far from their seats, she didn’t notice what had just happened.
“Little Belle, here’s your cake.” Luna gently placed the cake-filled plate on the table.
Looking at the array of delicious cakes, Elrose licked her lips, excitement filling her eyes: “Wow, thank you, Luna.”
Then she directly grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth.
A few moments later…
After finishing all the cakes, Elrose sank back into her seat, her cute face glowing with a sweet smile.
Luna rested her chin on her hands, astonished: “Little Belle, did you really eat all this cake by yourself?”
Elrose patted her slightly bulging belly: “Actually, I think I could eat two more pieces.”
“More? Little Belle, aren’t you afraid of bursting your belly?”
“Hehe.” Elrose smiled pleasantly. “By the way, Luna, why doesn’t Kendrick make this kind of cake? If he did, it should be even better than what this cake shop makes.”
“You’re overthinking it.” Luna smiled helplessly. “Kendrick is a chef, not a pastry chef; these are two completely different professions. Frankly speaking, Kendrick’s desserts are really very average.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Elrose suddenly understood. “So, when are we going to eat ice cream, Luna?”
“Huh? You’re not joking, are you? More food?”
“Of course we’re eating! Why not?”
Luna’s face darkened; she suddenly felt that bringing Elrose out for desserts was a very wrong decision.
The amount she exhibited while eating snacks was completely different from when she had meals at home.
Could it be that Elrose had two stomachs, using a different one for snacks?
Meanwhile, Blondie staggered along the street, unsteady, as if he might fall at any moment.
He lightly touched his little buddy, and a wave of unbearable pain surged through him.
“Ah!!! Damn it, you little brat, don’t think you can just get away with this. Just wait for me.”
…
Karashok Town, Ditimen Bar.
A group of men in their twenties and thirties gathered together, laughing and singing, drinking heartily, while a few extremely attractive women served them drinks.
They were the Storm adventurers, a B-rank adventurer group that had risen in Karashok in recent years, and their leader was famously the son of a count, Bardel Garcean.
Bacht looked at his young master helplessly: “Master Bardel, what’s wrong with you these days? Why do you seem so down all the time?”
“It’s nothing.” Bardel glanced at the cheerful members of his party, taking another swig of alcohol.
“How can it be nothing? We just overshot an A-rank task! Normally, you’d be so happy you wouldn’t be able to close your mouth,” Bacht urged with concern. “Master, I’ve been following you since you were little. I came out this time on Madam’s orders to protect you; just tell me what’s going on.”
“I… sigh…” Bardel hesitated, looking very troubled.
These past few days, he had been extremely stressed, unable to eat or sleep well. Even when gorgeous women were presented to him, he felt no interest.
Because an ominous shadow loomed in his mind—the terrifying demon standing behind the Silver-Haired Girl.
“Sigh, forget it, just don’t ask. I’ve just been in a bad mood lately.” Bardel sighed softly, then took out a small box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a small dark purple stone.
“Bacht, why don’t you go back and bring this to my father? I hear the kingdom has been searching for this lately; it might be useful,” Bardel said.
“A fragment of the Star of Ruin…” Bacht shook his head. “I don’t think it’s necessary. This fragment is quite small; even if you give it to the Count, he might just keep it for himself as a souvenir.”
“Oh, really? Then forget it. I intended to give this to Father; it might make him happy.”
“Oh, my good young master, if you want to make your father happy, it’s simple—just bring home a proper fiancée, and he’ll be over the moon.”
Bardel shot Bacht an annoyed look: “What does ‘over the moon’ mean? Can’t you phrase that better?”
“Haha, just a figure of speech.”
As they chatted, a harsh cry from outside pierced through the door.
“Big brother!”
“Help!!!”
