Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 39

"Well, hello there, Countess Azalea Aurelius..."

I greeted the countess, who was still sitting pensively on her throne, alone, defending herself against the mist of poison gas that had filled the throne room.

If I looked closely, Countess Azalea had created a special magical shield solely to protect herself from the deadly effects of the poison gas.

But she had already inhaled the poison, and its effects would only intensify as time went on.

COUGH...! COUGH...!

Countess Azalea coughed, her face pale and her body sweating profusely.

It seemed her body was fighting the effects of the spreading poison.

"Coming like this and carrying poison...how elegant..." Countess Azalea said sarcastically.

I stared at her intently from my mount, Shadow Moon.

My gaze fell on her partially exposed breasts, draped in the aura of an elite aristocrat, utterly sexy.

Even though I’d met her before in the magical dimension she created, meeting her in person made my cock stand erect.

Heh... while that milf’s body was indeed tempting, I had a big mission to complete first.

"Countess Azalea, I’ve come to fulfill your invitation. At the last battle, you challenged me to come in, didn’t you? Now, here I am, with my black stallion... does this looks like the prince on romantic story you’ve always imagined?" I said sarcastically.

"Ugh...! M-My husband won’t allow this...! The mess you’ve created... will soon be resolved...! N-no...! I-I have to finish this...!" Countess Azalea exclaimed loudly.

Something felt strange when I saw Countess Azalea suddenly see thin red veins running down her cheeks.

Even her eyes glowed red, not to mention the horns I’d just noticed growing on her head!

But I sensed that the change wasn’t purely due to her magical energy, but to other magical energies within this palace, or perhaps hidden within the golden mountains of Aaren.

Countess Azalea stood up from her throne, glaring at me.

Her magical shield had vanished by itself due to her overexertion.

"Everyone...! Rise...! Attack this intruder...!" Countess Azalea shouted, pointing at me.

I looked around, and the elite soldiers who had died in the throne room rose like zombies who had just woken from their slumber.

Similar to Countess Azalea, their bodies were covered in red veins along their faces and bodies, along with horns sprouting from their heads.

It seemed as if some evil energy from outside was controlling them all.

"OOOHHH....!"

The elite soldiers raised their swords and dashed toward me.

They all tried to slash at my neck and head, but I had already unleashed my black wind magic: Black Hurricane.

WOOOSHH! WOOOSHH!

A black tornado formed in a split second, finally blowing the elite soldiers away.

Not finished there, I immediately combined Black Hurricane with my black fire magic.

BOOM!

The black fire blast spread instantly, burning every soldier who tried to resist to ashes.

"W-what...n-no way..."

Countess Azalea sat back on her throne, her knees weak and her face pale.

The red veins on her face began to thin as she exhausted her energy.

With her magical shield gone, the effect of the poison gas on Countess Azalea immediately intensified, weakening her even further.

However, I immediately accelerated Shadow Moon until I was right in front of Countess Azalea, dismounted, and immediately used the magical mask Leysha usually used to reduce the effect of the poison gas on Countess Azalea.

This magical mask was a translucent blue, so when Countess Azalea put it on, I could still see her covered nose and lips.

"Hahh...hahh..."

Countess Azalea’s gaze was dull as I held her body, covering her mouth and nose with a magical mask.

Although her gaze was weak for a moment, it gradually began to revive, as did the breathing I could hear from her.

"I-I thought...you were going to kill me, Baron Atreus...", Countess Azalea said.

"That wouldn’t be interesting, Countess Azalea. At least I wanted to celebrate my victory in front of you. Hehehe...", I chuckled in reply.

"Just kill me...my defeat is the greatest sin for my future husband...he won’t forgive me..."

I looked at Countess Azalea’s tired and desperate face.

It seemed Duke Archer’s threat was true.

Well, I could end Countess Azalea’s suffering under the tyrannical threat of Duke Archer by killing her, but there were still many secrets I wanted to unearth in this place.

As the Great Wyvern had said, King Bahamut was sealed within the golden mountain of Aaren, which was naturally strewn with various defenses.

Additionally, the red lines and strange horns that suddenly appeared on Countess Azalea’s head possessed a magical flow.

Something unusual happened when I looked more closely.

It seemed like there was a magical flow from outside, with a curse of a high enough level to compel anyone affected by it, and the source of the curse was located within the golden mountain of Aaren.

I still needed Countess Azalea to dig up information about this strange curse, which I suspected had something to do with the sealed King Bahamut.

"There’s no need to rush to die, Countess Azalea. I still need a lot of information about this palace. As long as I need you, you won’t have to worry about whether your husband will kill you," I said calmly.

"...it seems you’ve underestimated the power of my husband, Baron Atreus. I’ve never seen anyone so bold as to claim that in front of me," Countess Azalea replied, astonished.

"I always have my own ways, Countess Azalea. You know Vermillion will be the one fighting King Victor Dragomir. From the start, I’ve calculated the risk of Duke Archer fighting me as well," I said, lifting Countess Azalea’s chin so her gaze was focused on mine.

"Huh...no wonder you were so brave and resilient when you resisted my dimensional magic. You have a strong and persistent will to fight King Victor Dragomir."

"Aren’t you interested...?"

"...you want to invite me to join your army? How amusing, Baron Atreus...I’ve already been proven to be unbeatable by you. Why would you invite a defeated enemy to join you?"

"You may have lost this battle...but that doesn’t mean you’ve lost your life as a whole, Countess Azaela."

Countess Azaela remained frozen, pensive.

She remained silent even when my right hand gently and gently held her jaw, offering no resistance.

Gradually, Countess Azalea’s gaze grew dull before me.

Her breathing was labored, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

Was it the poison?

I don’t think so, as I’d given her a magical mask that could dampen the poison’s effects.

With this magical mask, Countess Azalea was already sufficiently protected from the Great Wyvern’s poisonous gas that was spreading throughout the palace.

It was only a matter of time before Countess Azalea’s natural immunity developed enough to form antibodies to this poisonous gas.

Even if Countess Azalea wanted her natural immunity to improve more quickly, well, the only way to do that was to perform a ’ritual’ with me.