Fan Zhuo began to ponder.
This wasn’t the first time it had happened, which meant there was at least one “Heretic” member in the island’s prison, and every so often, they’d stir up trouble.
No wonder when Lucien first arrived, Old John accepted his explanation so quickly—so they’re repeat offenders after all…
“Lucien de Valois…” Old John muttered the name, shaking his head.
“This time, it’s someone from the Valois family. Their clan has always been obsessed with rooting out ‘Heretics’ and anything ‘unclean’… I just hope he doesn’t cause some big commotion in Asphodel.”
Fan Zhuo didn’t ask further.
Since this “Heretic” business was an old problem for the prison, it had nothing to do with him, nor with the monster girls he knew.
That was enough.
As long as trouble didn’t find its way to him or to those monster girls, he could peacefully… continue with his own “cultivation” plans.
Unless… one of the monster girls is… a member of the Heretics?
Fan Zhuo walked down the metal corridor leading to Area C, still savoring the memory of that strange “Calibration” process from before.
That brand-new understanding of energy transformation filled him with a burning urge to put it into practice.
He didn’t go straight back to his own room, but instead came once more to Alfea’s cell.
Pushing the door open, he saw Alfea sitting obediently at the edge of the bed, her slender, fair legs dangling and gently swinging in the air.
When she saw him enter, her large, pink, crystal-like eyes instantly sparkled.
“Fan Zhuo!”
She cheered, leaping off the bed in a flash, and like a swallow returning to its nest, she threw herself straight into his arms.
A soft, incredibly springy sensation wrapped around him in an instant.
“I… I missed you so much…” Alfea buried her small face against his chest, her voice muffled, tinged with a bit of grievance and deep longing.
“I really… really want to just swallow you whole… That way… you’ll never leave me again…”
Fan Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably.
Wait… Why does that sound kind of weird…?
He gently patted Alfea’s back, soothing her with a soft voice, but his gaze couldn’t help drifting around the cell.
Alfea’s cell was cramped and damp, the walls mottled with stains.
Other than that crude single bed, there was hardly any other furnishing at all.
Compared to Ye Ying’s “Luxury Suite” with its tatami mats and elegant décor, this place was a veritable slum.
Fan Zhuo’s brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes darkened.
The girl in his arms seemed to sense his mood shift. She cautiously lifted her head and followed his gaze, then instantly understood.
“It’s okay, Fan Zhuo.”
She hurried to say, her voice full of understanding, “Alfea’s a slime after all—just a little space is enough. This… this is already pretty good.”
But… the more considerate Alfea was, the sharper and guiltier Fan Zhuo felt.
No, he had to think of a way to get her into a better environment.
He hugged Alfea, placing a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.
“Trust me, soon, everything will get better.”
Alfea’s face flushed scarlet in an instant. She stared dazedly at Fan Zhuo, even forgetting to breathe.
After spending a tender moment with the girl and promising to visit her again tomorrow, Fan Zhuo finally bade a reluctant farewell to Alfea and returned to his own room.
He had to check on the condition of the lost succubus girl first.
He opened the door to find White Rabbit quietly standing in front of the bed.
“My lord, you’re back.” She gave a slight bow.
“Mm.”
Fan Zhuo nodded, his gaze turning to the lump beneath the blankets on the bed. “How is she? Old John hasn’t been by, has he?”
“Warden John did come by once. He knocked on the door and asked if you were inside.”
White Rabbit answered softly, “I told him you’d instructed that the room undergo a deep disinfection and purification, and no one was to disturb. So he left.”
Fan Zhuo let out a breath of relief. That excuse… did fit his identity as a clergyman.
“How… is she doing?” He lowered his voice.
“I fed her during the day. She’s still sleeping now…”
As she finished, White Rabbit’s expression turned a bit subtle. She turned, lifting a corner of the blanket gently.
Milina was lying on her side on the bed, her sleep restless.
Her small face was flushed, a sheen of sweat covering her brow, her body writhing now and then under the covers, while faint, muffled moans tinged with pain slipped from her lips.
What made Fan Zhuo’s heart skip was that beneath her tightly shut eyelids, her eyelids trembled slightly, as if something inside was about to burst forth.
Occasionally, from the slits of her eyelids, he could glimpse a strange, almost tangible pink glow.
That glow seemed to form… the shape of a heart.
“According to her physiological data and energy fluctuation analysis,” White Rabbit reported in as low a voice as possible, “her body temperature is steadily rising, her heart rate is accelerating, and the magic aura in her body is shifting toward a ‘sensitive’ state. It’s expected… it won’t fully erupt tonight, but by tomorrow night, things will become… very serious.”
Fan Zhuo looked at Milina’s alluring yet pained appearance, feeling a headache coming on.
On one side was Ye Ying’s wild longing for his “first night,” and on the other, this rookie succubus was on the verge of a sensitive period crisis.
Isn’t this transmigrated life… a bit too exciting?
He was genuinely afraid he’d be drained dry one day!
He rubbed his brow in frustration.
And all of Fan Zhuo’s tangled expressions fell into White Rabbit’s eyes.
White Rabbit’s pure blue electronic eyes blinked a few times, her “smart” brain working rapidly.
Suddenly, White Rabbit’s cheeks flushed.
She took a step forward, came up to Fan Zhuo, lifted a lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear, her voice softer than usual, tinged with a hesitant attempt.
“Mm?” Fan Zhuo snapped out of his worries.
“White Rabbit… thinks she knows what you’re concerned about… but can’t be totally sure… Would you let me confirm with you…”
“You… know what I’m worried about?” Fan Zhuo was surprised.
All his agreements with Ye Ying had taken place inside his own mind—how could White Rabbit possibly know?
…Had she misunderstood something again??
“Yes.” White Rabbit nodded, the blush deepening on her cheeks.
“After all… it’s my lord’s first time. You might not have enough experience, so… the preparation process might not go smoothly…”
Fan Zhuo was stunned. He felt like White Rabbit was hinting at something, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Preparation… Preparation process? What preparation process?
White Rabbit seemed to muster all her courage, lifting her head, those watery eyes looking earnestly at Fan Zhuo, her voice barely above a whisper.
“If… if you don’t mind…”
“To ensure… to ensure tomorrow night’s ‘ceremony’ goes smoothly…”
“White Rabbit… can… can help you in advance… with the ‘Preheat.’”