Chapter 144: “Amyrius’s” Decision

Chapter 144: “Amyrius’s” Decision

Looking at the villa that glowed with lamplight in the darkness, Klein spent several seconds preparing himself mentally before he stepped out of the carriage. He climbed the three stone steps to the front door and entered the house amid the escort of the general’s guards, attendants, and servants lined up on both sides.

Seeing that Cynthia was dressed conservatively because others were present, Klein silently breathed a sigh of relief. Keeping his stern and proper expression unchanged, he slowly approached her.

Cynthia’s smile became even more obvious. She swept a few fallen strands of hair behind her ears, revealing a long, fair neck with no trace of a necklace.

Seeing Secretary Luan and the general’s guards either head toward their own rooms or disperse to guard the exterior of the house, Klein spoke in a deep voice before Cynthia could offer an embrace.

“There is no need to prepare hot water. Give me a quiet room. I need to spend the night alone.”

“…” Cynthia’s eyes expressed her confusion and bewilderment.

Klein looked around and said in a low voice, “Something has happened. I must enter a very calm state to recover.”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and tugged his sleeve slightly, revealing distinct pale granulations of flesh.

Physical discomfort and a certain abnormal reaction were the excuses Admiral Amyrius had prepared for the previous vagrant substitute, to help him avoid Cynthia’s demands for intimacy without exposing the problem. To strengthen his persuasiveness, Klein deliberately used the techniques of a Faceless to provide “evidence.”

Cynthia’s mouth opened, and she nearly screamed. Fortunately, she covered her throat with her hand in time and forced the sound back down.

“Will you be all right? Do you need a doctor?” After calming slightly, Cynthia immediately asked in concern, her anxiety impossible to conceal.

“No. This is the necessary price of obtaining great power. After two or three days of peace, I will return to normal.” Klein had already prepared the following explanation as well.

“All… all right.” Cynthia hurriedly led Klein upstairs and brought him to the quietest room.

As for the master bedroom, she had lit several sticks of incense and sprinkled a little faintly scented hydrosol there, so she did not offer it up.

Watching the door close, Klein slowly exhaled, changed out of the general’s formal attire, and comfortably lay down on the bed.

In the master bedroom not far away, Cynthia, both worried and disappointed, took a hot bath and likewise climbed into bed.

Her unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling, and she involuntarily recalled the instructions her father and mother had given her a few days earlier.

They wanted her to please Admiral Amyrius and, ideally, become pregnant with his child. That way, the family would be able to obtain a larger share of agency rights for the Central Sonia Sea naval fleet.

The general seems to be hiding many things in his heart, to the point that even his body has developed certain abnormalities… Cynthia let her thoughts wander aimlessly until they gradually dispersed.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

In a haze, she felt her stomach and intestines grow slightly hot, and her body as well. In her dream, she seemed to see a pitch-black night sky dotted with brilliant stars.

One of those stars seemed to sense her gaze and bloomed with an even brighter light.

…

The next morning, refreshed and clearheaded, Klein enjoyed a rich but otherwise unremarkable breakfast. Once again, under the escort of the general’s guards, he arrived at the Olavi naval base and requisitioned the most luxurious and spacious office.

According to Admiral Amyrius’s habits, every two or three days he would spend a period of time alone to study and grasp his Beyonder powers on a deeper level, developing more practical techniques. Therefore, Klein had more than half a day of uninterrupted time; afterward, he only needed to handle a…