Chapter 116: What does he want to do to me ?

Inside the dimly lit room, with the twins now gone, leaving only Dongwhisper, the fanning servants, as well as Kylian in waiting.

"What do you make of this object ?" Dongwhisper asked Kylian, twirling the empty canister in his hand,

"It was quite powerful indeed..."

"It would at least render anyone below the noble realm helpless to defend against," Kylian replied, his expression unchanging.

"I see.... "

"So, a never-before-seen type of weapon artifact...as well as women’s undergarment..."

"Just who is this person ?" Dongwhisper muttered rhetorically.

"And have you heard back from Axel?"

"Not yet. He apparently is still trying to find the origins of this ’Hardwood’. It’s taking longer than expected."

"Fine..."

"In the meantime, hand this over to him... and ask him to make it a priority."

"I want to know everything about this object, from how it’s made to how it came to be in that person’s possession."

Dongwhisper instructed, tossing the canister over to Kylian, who casually caught it.

"I shall be done. However.... "

"What do we do about that person, as well as Gildhart, who clearly won’t be letting this matter go so easily. " Kylian asked as he placed the object into his garment.

"That’s why I placed you with him, isn’t it?"

"Control that brat.... And as for that person... I’ll need to know more first."

As Dongwhisper said conclusively, Kyian bowed just a little as he backed towards the exit when Dongwhisper suddenly added...

"Oh..."

"And also keep an eye on the twins..."

"Something’s not right,"

He commanded with a slight scowl on his face.

"Of course."

Kylian replied as he exited the room.

*****

Somewhere else, inside a fancy manor, just a few meters away from the heart of the city of Tellon....

Presented before Ben was a grand feast, like none he had seen since his arrival in this new world.

Assortments of different dishes were sprawled out on a circular table, jugs of wine and bowls of fruit, with two servants cutting and serving portions of the meal one at a time to Ben and Isolde, who was taking small bites of her food, a soft, heated smile on her face as she caught Ben’s repeated glances.

Ben had learned the name of the white widow was Isolde..... Isolde Silverwinter.

Eldest daughter of the Silverwinter nobles. A household with the rank of count.

So, she was a really big deal, and the lady Isolde herself seemed to be infamous for reasons Ben hasn’t yet gotten to asking through their charged conversation and his open advances.

"Just come out and ask me already..."

"I know you must be curious why I am called white widow."

Isolde teased as she took a bite from a chunk of meat, looking at Ben, who had scurried about the topic with a cheeky smile.

"Though, it’s honestly strange enough that you seem to know absolutely nothing about me..... Which, actually...."

"Is quite refreshing." She added with a smile as she dabbed her rosy lips with a cloth.

"So....should I tell you?...."

"The reason why people call me the white widow." She said softly, staring into Ben’s eyes from across the table.

"Nah... I don’t care."

Ben replied casually, picking up his wine cup and sipping slowly, holding heated eye contact with Isolde.

"Hmm... are you sure about that?" Isolde said slowly with a stretching smile.

"I am. I am more interested in exploring the wonderful woman before me." Ben intoned sensually, sipping from his cup while taking Isolde in with his eyes.

It’s been fun through dinner and conversations with continual verbal seduction; Ben knew his meaning was sinking across clearly, and surprisingly, Isolde was more than reciprocating. Though not verbally, but with her body language.

"Exploring ?....." Isolde murmured, a blossoming blush on her cheek as she held Ben’s gaze with hers, subconsciously resonating with Ben’s warm smile, and beyond herself, feeling heated by his gaze.

Ben had always made his intentions clear with her. Isolde knew this; she was flattered by it, but was simply playing along to humor this young man. However, now she wasn’t really sure what was going on anymore, or what was happening with her body.

Isolde Silverwinter, as the eldest daughter of Count Maximillian Silverwinter, has always been admired by many from a young age.

Not only were her talents incredible, he beauty was also just as magnificent,

She was betrothed to the young master of a neighboring Vicounty, slated to be wed when she turned the age of fifteen....

But something happened the day before she was to be wed....

Her bethroded died in an unfortunate accident.

The incident was ruled as just one of those things that could happen, and with time, everyone moved on. Isolde explored her talents, grew stronger, and even awakened as a mahji.

And when she turned the age of nineteen, she was yet again arranged to be married to a suitable young man from a reputable background.

However....

He too died in a freak accident just a few days before the wedding.

Once might be called an accident; twice might be called unfortunate.....

But when it happened the third time, when Isolde had turned the age of twenty-three.... They dubbed her the moniker....White Widow.

Since then, all men who valued their lives avoided her- to be precise, avoiding getting too close to her.

So Isolde devoted her days to growing her might and being an independent force of her own....

Yet that stigma always followed her wherever she went. And not once did she really come out to speak on it.

The world had changed two years ago, and Men weren’t really men no more, save for a few who were still struggling in futility.

Isolde never cared either way...but at the end of the day....she was still a woman with needs...

A woman who never got to be a woman because of what she’s dubbed her innate bad luck.

It was refreshing seeing someone who looked at her and really saw her, and not her scary reputation....

It was even more exciting to see that blatant look of desire in his eyes. Powerful as she’s become, she wondered why she was getting so flustered under the gaze of a mortal man.....

She wondered why he looked like he wanted to take her like a man would, like she’d heard about..... when she knew he must be missing that vital organ.

Yet she understood there were other ways intimacy could still be achieved between opposite sexes....

Ways she found she wouldn’t mind exploring with this person.....looking into those charming eyes of his that seem to unravel her....

Isolde’s cheeks flushed in a deep blush as she held on to his burning gaze, a thought resonating through her mind...

’What does he want to do to me ?’