Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 343: The Abyssal Sanctum (4)

Third Person’s POV

But just then, his peripheral vision caught Virelle’s gaze. He saw her slightly narrowed eyes that had become sharp as a knife beneath her composed expression.

Without making a scene, Ethan withdrew his hand naturally and turned toward the mirror while casually straightening his robes as if nothing unusual had occurred.

"It’s time to go."

His voice was brisk and composed.

Taking Velcy’s hand, he moved toward the door and deliberately ignored the two on the bed as he brushed the awkward moment aside without acknowledgment.

Seeing his evasive behavior, Virelle followed suit and exhaled softly through her nose while her gaze didn’t waver toward the blond girl again, as whatever empathy she had once considered offering had been smothered.

That gaze the girl had given Ethan, unintentionally or not, at the beginning of her waking up, was enough to ignite her silent disapproval.

While the dramatic scene concluded, the blond demon girl sat there with a dumbfounded expression, as for a moment, her mind couldn’t process what had just unfolded.

But as she saw Virelle stepping through the doorway, a sudden panic gripped her heart.

Like a drowning person spotting a lifeline, she rushed to her feet and hurried after them, unwilling to be left behind.

As they checked out of the hotel and stepped into the dimly lit street, the scent of iron and incense still lingered in the morning air.

Suddenly, Ethan paused and turned to the blond demon girl who had caught up to them.

"Yeah, I forgot to ask for your name," he said casually, though his tone carried a hint of curiosity.

Her eyes widened as a realization dawned on her that, in spite of everything she had shared with them, she had forgotten to offer even the simplest courtesy.

"I am Lucy, Lucy Koch from the Koch family of the Empire of the Abyssal Dominion."

She said it with a formal bow, and her movement turned graceful and instinctive, not betraying the nobility ingrained in her upbringing.

After she straightened up, she looked at him with subtle curiosity as her ocean-blue eyes searched his face for some form of recognition or reaction.

Listening quietly, Ethan offered a low murmur as they neared the final stretch of the city walls and stepped past its looming shadow.

"What a nice name..."

As they crossed beyond the city’s gates, the street behind them grew faint beneath the growing silence, but like before, their small group still drew attention.

Dozens of eyes, with some of them being curious, others captivated, lingered on them and especially on Virelle and Ethan, whose striking appearances made them stand out even amidst the bizarre and supernatural citizens of this realm.

But Ethan barely acknowledged them as he had no reason to be concerned.

Noticing Lucy’s lingering gaze on him, Ethan turned slightly, and sensing her quiet hope for a proper introduction from them, he gave a small smile and replied,

"I am Eryndor. She is Virelle, and she is Velcy."

His tone was calm, clipped, and offered just enough to satisfy her curiosity while revealing nothing too personal about their family background or affiliations.

Hearing him just as Lucy opened her mouth to respond, a collective silence settled over the group as the spectacular scene before them stole every word that was coming from their throats.

Just outside the gates, the world opened into a sweeping, surreal panorama of whiteness.

A vast sea of thick and milky clouds stretched endlessly before them and cloaked everything below in mystery and peril.

Ethan was shocked for a second, and his eyes started scanning to the side and soon caught sight of the distant red clouds that hung ominously over the horizon like a ring of smoldering fire circumferencing the Devil Abyss Mountain.

They seemed to form a jagged but natural crown atop the Devil Abyss Mountain, which, as he now realized, consisted of an entire range of overlapping peaks rather than one solitary mountain.

From their standing point, far off in the distance, he saw a looming colossal mountain whose sheer faces bristled with terraced settlements clinging to its steep slopes like scars.

He named them silently in his mind, the Tower Mountain behind them and the Sanctum Mountain ahead, with slender and trembling rope bridges stretching between them like veins of fate.

As he looked further down, he could only see pale, endless clouds and no ground or any sense of safety other than the sombre fact that the dark devil abyss surely existed below them.

As she had come here before, Virelle smiled faintly and, choosing a path as if guided by instinct, she started moving while tugging Ethan along by the hand at the same time.

The rope bridge creaked and shifted the moment they stepped onto it, and started swaying as if it was trying to cast them off into the chasm.

The bridge shivered beneath their feet, and the illusion of security some of them had before instantly vanished.

Velcy and Ethan were fine, but Lucy’s face drained of color, and her hands started trembling as sweat clung to her brow.

In a blink, she instinctively relied on the only sense of support she thought she had and clung to Ethan’s arm, pressing it tightly to her chest as her eyes refused to stray downward.

Virelle and Velcy stared at the pair in silence, and their eyes instantly turned flat and unreadable as they watched the demon girl’s flustered actions, which they termed as her intentionally trying to seduce their man.

This slut....

A simultaneous thought burned in their hearts while the other two had no idea about it.

But still, Ethan was intelligent enough as he kept his expression neutral and remained focused on placing his steps carefully.

Though inwardly, he could feel every soft contour of Lucy’s breasts pressing against his arm, and a wave of warm distraction washed through him, and despite himself, a trace of amusement and excitement tugged at his thoughts.

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