—Quad Academy, Solitary Confinement—
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The room was ten feet long.
No windows. No light. Only a narrow slit in the steel door where food appeared once a day.
The air inside the cell was always cold. The black stone walls sucked in heat, hope, and sanity.
He sat there, legs stretched out, back against the wall, staring into nothing. The second prince of the kingdom—now locked up like a criminal.
> "Tch… At least I killed those nobles," he muttered to himself.
> "Trash like that didn't deserve to breathe."
He didn't regret it.
Three noble sons—each one more disgusting than the last—caught torturing a pair of commoner children behind the academy stables.
He stepped in.
And he made sure they didn't walk out.
His "punishment"?
Thirty days in solitary.
No visitors.
No magic use.
No communication.
Just food once a day—sent in through a magically reinforced slot, and a toilet that barely flushed.
And yet…
Every night.
Every single cursed night since the day he arrived—he heard it.
That voice.
That song.
Low. Cracked. Hoarse like an old man's whisper dragged across broken glass.
It came from the cell next to his—so close, yet the voice never replied to him when he tried to speak.
Tonight, it came again.
Softly at first.
> "Mmm… choked him slow with bare red hands…"
Clinton stilled. His breathing slowed.
The voice continued.
> "Snapped the neck… no need for plans…"
"Ripped through flesh… like sinking sand…"
"That's too cold… they don't understand…"
A pause.
Then again.
> "Ooooo… oooh mmm…"
"Choked him slow with bare red hands…"
"Snapped the neck… no need for plans…"
The same words. The same melody.
Every time—it came at night.
Never changed.
Sometimes it was a whisper. Sometimes it was louder, almost proud.
But it never missed a day.
Clinton leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. The song was creepy. Twisted. But somehow…
> It was his only entertainment.
He even found himself humming along sometimes—quietly, like a habit.
Who was the man in the next cell?
The guards didn't tell him.
The warden wouldn't answer.
And magic couldn't detect through the enchanted stone.
All he knew was this: the person next door wasn't normal.
Not at all.
Because no sane man sang about murder like it was a lullaby.
> "Who the hell are you…?"
He didn't know.
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[Aric's POV]
The northern region of the kingdom was cooler. The wind carried the scent of pine, mixed with the low chatter of Fumas village.
I walked beside Nora Bennett—the earth mage I'd met earlier today.
She had offered me training. I didn't even have to ask twice. Under the effect of my Slave Will, she trusted me easily, like I was someone important. Like I mattered.
> "You can stay at my place," she had said casually.
"There's a spare room. It's quiet, and perfect for magic meditation."
She didn't know I was already planning her full submission.
The walk to her house took just ten minutes from the market. It was a quiet stone building tucked near the edge of the village. Nothing too big—just two floors, small garden, iron gate. Simple, private. Perfect.
We arrived around 4 PM.
Inside, the building was clean and smelled faintly of dried herbs and old scrolls. A bookshelf stood near the entrance, overflowing with books on elemental theory and mana control.
She showed me to the guest room. It had a wooden bed, a mirror, and a small desk. Nothing luxurious—but better than what I had back in the Solin inn.
> "You can rest here for now," she said. "We'll start practice after snacks."
She smiled at me. A soft, mature kind of smile.
I nodded politely. But my mind was racing.
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I wasn't planning to stay in Fumas.
But now that I had found her…
Things had changed.
If I didn't act now, if I let the days slip, the opportunities would disappear.
> "Today, I'll finish with her."
"Tomorrow... that noble woman from the market."
One by one.
They'll all kneel.
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We sat together on the wooden balcony as the sun dipped low in the sky. She brought some tea and biscuits, and we made light conversation.
I kept my responses short, polite. Let her talk. She seemed more relaxed than earlier, her guard down.
After a while, she stood.
> "Alright, let's begin."
"We'll start with mana awareness. I'll teach you how to feel the mana around you, then inside you."
She led me to a small training room on the back side of her house. A smooth wooden floor, no furniture except for a small mat and a crystal orb placed on a stand.
> "Sit. Close your eyes. Listen to me carefully."
She sat across from me. I obeyed, closing my eyes—but inside, I was smiling.
> This is it.
Under the effects of Slave Will, her resistance would be lower. She had touched me. Hugged me. Trusted me.
All I needed was to activate it again.
Just a little more physical contact…
Just a little more mental pressure.
Then she'd be mine. Fully. Permanently.
> "Let's do some breathing first," she said.
"Breathe in… slowly… hold… now out."
I copied her.
Then, after a minute of silence, she opened her eyes.
> "Aric," she said softly, "Place your palm on the crystal orb. I'll place my hand over yours."
Perfect.
Our hands touched.
Her palm was warm over mine.
I activated Lust Touch and suddenly saw her face changed she removed her hand
"Wait I..I remembered something I forget to turn off the lamp in the kitchen "
She stood up and went towards the kitchen
I also stood up and followed her
Time for a new piece