Fan Zhuo’s heart suddenly softened. That foolish girl…
She sensed the danger, sensed the Judgement Aura brimming with hostility from Lucien.
So, she immediately abandoned the fragile human form she had painstakingly maintained, reverting to her most primitive and well-concealed shape.
She was protecting herself, but more importantly…… protecting him.
Fan Zhuo nodded slightly, without a trace of emotion, giving her a subtle affirmation.
The stirring within the pink slime seemed…… to intensify.
“Enough.” Lucien waved his hand impatiently. “Close the door. Don’t let that stench waft out again.”
Inside.
His gaze shifted to Old John, who looked embarrassed. “The ‘Heretic Fluctuation’ I’m talking about is of an energy level far beyond that of such low-tier creatures. Not this one.”
Old John nodded repeatedly and hurriedly signaled the guards to close the gate of cell C-07.
“Sir, you saw the situation in Area C as well. Those are all…… insignificant small fry. There’s absolutely no way that thing you mentioned could be there.”
Old John wiped the cold sweat from his brow, forcing a smile.
“The recent Energy Anomaly has only been detected in this room…”
“None other?” Lucien’s brow furrowed even deeper, his perfect features taking on a touch of realism with the subtle expression, but it made him look even more impatient.
Old John’s eyes darted quickly. “There’s truly nothing left in Area C! But…… sir, why don’t you check Area B? Maybe there’s something……”
“Area B?” Lucien’s tone held a hint of doubt.
“Yes, Area B.” Old John lowered his voice.
“There’s no permanent warden there. It’s monitored remotely by that gentleman from Area A. The inmates are those difficult to tame but who don’t quite reach S-level threat. We call it the Wild Beast Containment Area — a real jungle where all sorts of strange things exist.”
“Wild Beast Containment Area…” Lucien mulled over the term. A glint of interest flickered in his icy blue eyes. “Interesting. Lead the way.”
“Yes, yes!” Old John felt as if a great pardon had been granted and hurried ahead to lead the way.
Lucien and his two silent Judgement Knights followed with steps so light they barely touched the ground.
As they passed by Fan Zhuo, Old John paused, lowered his voice, and whispered quickly, “Kid, Area C is yours now. If you can’t handle anything, go find White Rabbit. She can teach you how to deal with trouble.”
With that, Old John didn’t look back and chased after Lucien’s retreating figure.
Fan Zhuo watched their backs disappear at the end of the corridor and curled his lips into a helpless, bitter smile.
Go to White Rabbit for help?
At this point, it was probably White Rabbit who hoped he would “help” her instead……
Help her “recharge,” help her “inspect the body.”
Silence returned to the corridor, only the red warning light tirelessly blinking.
Fan Zhuo didn’t leave immediately. He turned around and returned to the door of cell C-07.
Through the observation window, he saw the scene inside.
The large pink gelatinous mass was gone.
In its place lay a small pool of dull pink liquid, no larger than a washbasin, resting quietly in the center of the room, its slight writhing weak and listless.
After such an intense “performance” moments ago, Alfea had almost completely drained her energy and had fallen into a deep sleep.
Fan Zhuo’s heart was gently tugged by something, a pang of sympathy.
It seemed that if he wanted her to regain that delicate and charming maiden form, he would likely have to…… engage in one or even several more “in-depth exchanges.”
Where was the warden’s assistant? This was clearly a part-time power bank and personal nurse…
While Fan Zhuo pondered the details of the next “treatment” plan, a lazy and seductive voice, like a warm breath, suddenly echoed deep within his mind:
“Little one, feeling sorry for your little pet?”
Fan Zhuo stiffened.
That voice…… was Night Sakura!
He whipped his head around, staring toward Night Sakura’s cell.
“Don’t look. I’m not coming out.” Night Sakura’s voice held a hint of laughter, tickling the heart like feathers. “It’s just a trace of the mental imprint I left on you. Barely enough to talk to you.”
“Hmph.”
“You……” Fan Zhuo frowned deeply.
This fox spirit had too many tricks. Wasn’t this just a walking ***?
When did she make her move?
Was it when he fainted from a nosebleed triggered by her “spring scenery”? Or when she was pouring him tea?
The thought that his and Alfea’s hugging and rubbing in the room, or even the skirt-lifting and thigh-touching “academic research” with White Rabbit in the office, might be “live-streamed” by this fox made Fan Zhuo’s cheeks involuntarily flush.
An unprecedented shame made his temples throb violently.
“Interesting expression…… Seems our little Saint isn’t as obedient as she looks~” Night Sakura’s voice brimmed with delight.
“Don’t worry, my imprint isn’t that advanced. It can only sense your intense emotional fluctuations and, on the side…… when your energy aura thickens beyond a certain point, talk to you a bit.”
She paused, her tone becoming even more teasing.
“For example…… just now, when you were hugging that little slime, your ‘scent’ was so strong it nearly overflowed. Sweet enough…… to make me a little jealous.”
Fan Zhuo’s eye twitched uncontrollably.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He didn’t respond in his mind but said coldly in a voice only he could hear, “Take it back.”
“Aww, so cold.” Night Sakura’s voice took on a touch of grievance, but the seductive feel didn’t diminish one bit.
“That was a ‘seed’ I painstakingly planted. You can’t just say ‘take it back.’ Besides…… little one, aren’t you curious what that ridiculously handsome Judgement Officer is doing here?”
Fan Zhuo’s pupils contracted slightly.
He was indeed curious.
And he also hoped this Judgement Officer would leave soon, or else his plan to cling to monster girls every day would be completely ruined.
“He’s not here for your little pet.” Night Sakura’s voice floated softly, full of knowing insight. “That ‘heretic’ aura driving his investigation is far older and far more dangerous than you imagine.”
“What exactly are you trying to say?” Fan Zhuo lowered his voice.
“I want to say…”
Night Sakura chuckled lightly, the sound seeming to ring directly beside his ear, warm breath brushing his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
“We could make a deal, little one. I’ll help you uncover all the secrets in this prison, including what that Judgement Officer is searching for, and also…… the origin of that Sanctity you possess, something even Angels would envy.”
Night Sakura’s voice lengthened, filled with deadly temptation.
“All you need to do…… is ‘comfort’ me a little, just like you did with that little slime~”
A deal?
Fan Zhuo felt nothing inside, even wanting to sneer coldly.
This centuries-old fox spirit had her calculations clattering loudly—did she really think he was a naive rookie?
“Your ‘comfort’ comes at too high a price.”
Fan Zhuo answered coldly in his mind.
“The last guard who crossed you probably has a very tall grave.”
Night Sakura’s laughter echoed in his mind, tinged with pleasure at being seen through.
“Little one, you really don’t understand romance. For others, touching us is like poison cutting through their guts, but for you, it might be the most exquisite delicacy.”
Her voice softened further, like a lover’s whisper.
“That kind of…… unhidden affection for us non-human beings in you. That contradictory aura makes one…… unable to resist drawing closer, wanting to…… taste it.”
“A long, long time ago…… I also met someone like you, but unfortunately, he ended up…… becoming a woman…”