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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“More thoroughly.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Lana instructed the maids to clean even more meticulously. Ten maids moved in unison, obeying her command.
They were in Aurora’s bedroom.
The room’s owner was currently gallivanting around the city with a certain man, giving Lana the opportunity to tidy up.
It was a precautionary cleaning, in preparation for… potential events.
Lana was the one who had encouraged Aurora to go out. Unable to bear her master’s awkwardness any longer, she had advised her to interact with Delta as a normal person, not as the lord.
Aurora had initially seemed receptive, then hesitant, and finally, left the mansion with a slightly anxious expression.
Lana doubted her master would succeed, but having no experience with men herself, she wasn’t in a position to offer relationship advice.
‘It would be nice if it worked, but if not… it can’t be helped.’
Lana had resigned herself to the possibility of failure.
Her master, usually so strong and confident, became strangely shy and evasive around Delta.
It would likely happen again.
Lana had instructed Aurora to maintain her disguise, but she doubted it would last. She would either reveal herself or be discovered.
‘He doesn’t seem like the type to be interested in multiple women…’
After several conversations at the mansion and listening to her master’s explanations, Lana believed she had a good grasp of Delta’s character.
He wasn’t the type to make the first move. Waiting for him to approach would be futile.
Moreover, he already had a lover.
Aurora needed to seize this opportunity while the position beside him was vacant.
It was Lana who had urged Aurora to act, emphasizing the importance of this moment.
Traditionally, the number of women a man had was a symbol of his status. It would be beneficial for both Delta and her master.
The only concern was whether Delta could handle multiple partners.
Lana wasn’t worried.
He was more than capable.
‘This might be overstepping…’
But Lana was willing to take responsibility. She had been the one to encourage Aurora, after all.
With a completely straight face, Lana barked out another order, entertaining thoughts that would horrify her master.
“Check more carefully!”
Like master, like maid.
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“That was fun. Wasn’t it?”
“……I suppose it was?”
I sat with Aurora at a table in the city center.
I wasn’t sure what was so fun about looking at clothes, but if she enjoyed it, then that was all that mattered. She didn’t seem to be lying.
The clothing store Aurora had taken me to was incredibly modern, almost like a department store. Considering the medieval setting, it was likely a result of the mods.
“What’s with that reaction? Did I have all the fun myself?”
“You seem to have abandoned all pretense of a disguise, My Lady.”
Aurora’s face was now fully visible.
She had removed her hat halfway through our shopping trip, claiming it was obstructing her view, and later discarded the mask as well.
“It’s fine. The people here don’t know my face. How often do they see their lord? I barely leave the mansion. And even if they have something to say, my subordinates handle it. You’re a special case, Delta.”
“Then wasn’t the disguise pointless from the start?”
“They’re not blind. Seeing someone in a fancy dress, they’ll assume I’m someone important, even if they don’t recognize me.”
‘Fancy dress?’
It looked like a suburban mom outfit to me.
I thought about Aurora’s attire in the game and grudgingly conceded. Her uniform was quite elaborate.
“If you were—”
Aurora suddenly stopped, her expression changing.
Her hand, resting on her thigh, trembled, and her golden eyes darted around nervously.
“What’s wrong, My Lady? You look unwell. Are you alright?”
“S-something… something’s wrong…”
“Wrong? What do you mean?”
“I-it’s…”
“My Lady?”
I could hear her teeth chattering. She was trembling uncontrollably.
I stood up, rushing to her side.
As I sat beside her, she instinctively grabbed my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. Her fingers were white.
‘What’s happening?’
I gently put my arm around her shoulders as she swayed. She leaned against me, as if seeking comfort.
This wasn’t normal.
We needed to return to the mansion. Whatever was happening, it would be better than being out in the open like this.
Aurora’s legs seemed to have given way.
She stumbled several times before managing to stand, her legs shaking.
“My Lady, can you walk?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t know. Something’s wrong. Very wrong…”
“Yes, I can see that. Let’s return to the mansion. I’ll help you.”
She looked as if she might collapse at any moment, so I carefully put my arm around her waist to support her. Her forehead was beaded with sweat.
‘Is anyone there?’
I noticed the unsettling silence.
The streets, which had been bustling with activity just moments ago, were now deserted.
There wasn’t a single person in sight. It was an eerie, almost surreal sight.
Did BD4 have an event like this?
“My Lady, if you’ll excuse me—”
“Oh, hello there. Do you mind if I have a word with you?”
A voice called out.
I instinctively turned, pulling Aurora closer and reaching for Wingless Nightmare.
A woman with a creepy smile was walking towards us. She had half-purple, half-green hair and… very large breasts.
I couldn’t fight while supporting Aurora, so I glanced around, looking for an escape route.
Aurora clung to me, trembling violently.
“My Lady.”
“…….”
“My Lady, snap out of it.”
“…….”
“Aurora.”
I called her name, pulling her closer. I wanted to shield her with my body, but I needed to be ready to run, so this was a compromise.
As if roused by my touch, Aurora looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear.
“D-Delta… I… my body… it’s strange… I can’t move my legs…”
“I know. Calm down.”
My mind cleared.
I had seen something similar in the game. I wasn’t 100% certain, but maybe 90%.
BD4 had six standard status effects: Freeze, Bleed, Shock, Confusion, Poison, and Burn. But there were two additional, special status effects.
Charm and Fear.
These were different because they only affected non-combatant NPCs. They were classified differently within the game system.
They only worked on NPCs who wouldn’t initiate combat and would flee instead of fighting back.
‘They’re essentially one-time use mechanics for specific story events.’
There was no way for the player to inflict them normally, and the enemies who used them were rare. They never reappeared after their respective story segments.
And the NPCs’ reactions during those events were very similar to Aurora’s current state.
‘…….’
If the woman approaching us was responsible, there were only three possibilities.
I racked my brain, trying to recall any Fear-inducing NPCs who might appear at this point in the game.
Aurora continued to cling to me. The woman approaching us giggled.
“Hee hee. Hey, can you let her go? I promise I won’t do anything. Let’s just talk. Just the two of us. It’ll be fun. Yes, it will.”
‘Informal speech?’
She had been using formal language just a moment ago.
“I can’t do that. She’ll collapse if I let go.”
I refused flatly.
The woman stared at me, momentarily stunned, then lowered her head, muttering to herself.
“He won’t let go. What should I do?”
“Let’s just take her by force.”
“No! He might hate us!”
“You’re worried about being nice now? Everyone ran away because of you!”
“Because of me? What about you? Trying to act all innocent?”
Her voice grew louder, allowing me to overhear her conversation. She was arguing with herself, using different voices.
I didn’t recall any NPCs with that particular… quirk.
After a moment of internal bickering, the woman looked up at me, her expression pleading.
“Hey, you know me, right? Don’t you recognize me?”
Her speech pattern had changed again. From formal to informal, and back to formal.
“I have no idea who you are.”
There were no NPCs or human-shaped bosses with multiple personalities in BD4, and the mods had changed everyone’s appearances, so I couldn’t rely on visual recognition.
I cautiously drew Wingless Nightmare, careful not to touch Aurora.
“Heh. You really don’t know. How about this?”
The woman chuckled, switching back to informal speech.
“The witch who cursed you.”
She tapped her head.
“That’s me.”
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Well well well.
Now you are on the seduction list, you already lost