Chapter 189

Weaver Household – Jim’s Room

Yaaawnnnnn...

Jim Weaver, a man in his early twenties with tousled black hair and a well-toned, muscular body, slowly pushed himself up from bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Hnn... Did I stay up late again ?" he mumbled, stretching out his arms as he lazily stumbled toward the window.

He pulled aside the curtain and froze mid-stretch. His gaze locked onto a figure entering the mansion.

Amelia.

Dressed in her usual knight attire, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, she glided inside like a vision from his dreams or that’s what she looked like to him.

"It’s her... It’s really her today... and she looks so damn perfect," Jim whispered with wonder in his voice. His eyes shimmered briefly with a bright pink glow—a subtle pulse of magical charm reaffirming its grip over his thoughts. "I should clean up. I can’t look like a mess in front of her."

He rushed toward the mirror and began fixing his hair with unusual focus.

Meanwhile – In the Kitchen

Adeline stood over the kitchen counter, her hands nervously gripping a tray with a steaming cup of tea.

"Good morning, Sir Jim. Here is your tea..." she whispered, rehearsing. "No, no... ’Sir Jim, your morning tea is here.’ Ugh, that sounds too stiff."

"I think the first one was more natural," came a calm voice behind her.

"Wha—?!" Adeline nearly dropped the tray as she spun around. "When did you—?!"

Leon stood there, hands tucked casually into his pockets, a faint smirk on his face.

"Walked in through the front... with my new friend," he said, gesturing over his shoulder.

Adeline’s eyes trailed behind him—landing on Amelia Ford standing stiffly in the hallway, her face unusually pale, eyes flickering with discomfort.

"You brought her here? What the hell did you do to her?" Adeline asked in disbelief.

"Nothing she didn’t try to do to me," Leon replied calmly. "Anyway, no need for you to serve Jim his tea this morning. Amelia will take your place."

"You’re making her do it ?" Adeline asked, incredulous.

Leon simply took the cup from her tray and spoke, "I’ll take Emilia her tea... personally."

Adeline exhaled in exasperation. "The servants will be up soon, Leon. Whatever you’re planning, make it quick. If either of us gets caught, we’re dead.

The head maid can’t be seen in the kitchen."

"Don’t worry." Leon spoke as he exited the kitchen and holded the cup of tea in front of Amelia.

"What ?" Amelia asked with a confused expression.

"You can’t go empty handed in Jim’s room... Go and serve him some tea while you order him to go to Emilia’s room and I won’t suggest you to stay in the room after he drinks the tea for long." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.

"O-Okay." Amelia spoke with a confused expression as she took the cup of tea and started walking towards the first floor.

"... And remember, if you tried to do something funny. She is always watching." Leon spoke with a smile as he pointed towards the ceiling.

Amelia looked up and noticed Fruela standing upside-down on the ceiling with her daggers in hand.

"I-I won’t do anything funny. I-I swear." Amelia spoke with a scared expression as she immediately started walking towards Jim’s room.

"Very good." Leon replied as he immediately turned around and entered inside the kitchen once again.

Hallway – Outside Jim’s Room

Amelia stood in front of Jim’s door, the cup of tea trembling slightly in her hands.

’Just get this over with... Just one more task and I’ll be free...’ she thought.

Before she could knock, the door swung open.

"Amelia!" Jim’s face lit up like a boy on his birthday. "God, I’ve missed you so much."

His tone was far too eager for someone who’d just woken up.

"Y-Yeah, me too..." Amelia replied awkwardly, forcing a smile.

"You okay? You look a bit... tense," Jim asked, stepping aside.

"Everything’s fine. I just... brought you some tea," she said, offering him the cup.

Jim gratefully accepted and brought it to his lips.

Sip... Sip...

"Mmm, this is really good. Did you make it just for me?"

"Yes," she lied with another forced smile.

He reached out to touch her cheek, his hand gently brushing her jawline. But just as his fingers grazed her skin, Amelia grabbed his wrist and pulled it down.

"No touching," she said sharply. Then her eyes began to glow, bright and pink, as her charm spell activated. "You will go to Emilia’s room... now. Immediately after you finish this tea."

Jim blinked, his expression going blank as the pink light shimmered in his gaze. "Yes."

He downed the rest of the tea in a single gulp, handed the cup back to her wordlessly, and turned around like a puppet pulled by strings.

Amelia watched him leave with a frown, her gut twisting.

’That should work. Now, please... please don’t make me regret this god.’

Meanwhile, Leon stood quietly outside Emilia’s chamber, holding a delicate porcelain cup filled with steaming tea.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in..." A soft, melodious voice responded from within.

Click.

Leon slowly pushed the door open—and paused.

There she was. Emilia Weaver, the ignored wife of the household, standing with her back to the door, her smell spreading inside the whole room.

She wore nothing but a single white towel, loosely wrapped around her luscious curves. Her long, violet hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering under the soft candle right. The towel clung precariously to her figure—stretched tight around her huge boobs, threatening to slip with even the slightest movement.

Her hips swayed as she reached for a brush, exposing the full, supple outline of her thighs and the tempting arch of her back.

Her skin glowed with a damp, arousing warmth, and a faint trail of steam still rose from her body— as she had just stepped out of the bath.

Leon’s gaze remained neutral, but he was turned on.

’...And this is the woman Jamie left behind to heal soldier at the borders? What a waste... soldiers die daily. I would’ve choose to fuck her.

What is wrong with men in this world ?’ he thought with a confused expression.

"Hm? You’re Justin’s new butler, right?" Emilia asked without turning, her voice as smooth as silk and laced with curiosity.

"Yes, Ma’am," Leon answered coolly, stepping forward and placing the tea gently on her dressing table.

Her reflection met his eyes in the mirror—glossy black irises, pink lips still glistening from the steam. The towel slid ever so slightly lower on her chest, revealing her deep cleavage.

"Why are you bringing me tea?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Where are the other servants ? Where’s the head maid?"

Leon kept his tone calm. "The other servants are still getting ready, Ma’am. And the head maid is... temporarily occupied. I offered to assist."

Her expression shifted as she leaned forward and picked up the cup, the towel tightening even more across her body. She inhaled the scent gently.

"This smells... different. Not my usual tea."

"It’s a special brew made from the Olfer’s Drought flower," Leon said smoothly, activating his skill the moment the lie left his lips.

"Olfer’s Drought? What kind of flower is that?" Emilia asked, frowning slightly, intrigued.

’I don’t know what the fuck kind of flower is that ? It’s just a made up name.’ Leon thought in his mind.

"A rare plant, Ma’am. It only grows deep within the heart of the Vinceral Forest," he replied without skipping a beat and since his skill was active, Emilia believed his words.

She brought the cup to her lips, her fingers brushing against the rim with elegance. The soft pink of her lips parted slightly, and her tongue flicked against the edge before she took a slow, deliberate sip.

*Sip*

"Mmm... It’s strong, I will be needing some of these flowers in my garden." she said softly, eyes closing momentarily to savor the flavor.

’That sip should be more than enough to turn her into a sex crazed bitch.’ Leon thought with a smirk.

"I can bring you some, if you’d like," he said.

She tilted her head, the corners of her mouth curving upward in amusement. "That would be lovely."

Then she turned back to her mirror.

"You can go now. I need to get dressed," she added, her voice casually dismissive.

"As you wish, Ma’am," Leon replied with a small bow, his expression calm, but his mind already working two steps ahead.

He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him—just in time to see Jim rounding the corner.

’Perfect timing. Now all I need to do is wait a bit and they will be fucking like stupid monkeys.

Once they do... The next part of my plan will be executed. Now, I should go and teach Justin some basic magic spells. Hah... This plan turned out to be perfect.’ He thought with an evil smile as he immediately started walking towards Justin’s room.