Saga of The Night God



Erwin pondered, 'What does she want something from me?' as he glanced up at Marisa, whose eyes sparkled with a glimmer.

With a graceful motion, she bent down, bringing her radiant face closer to Erwin's, and inquired, "What a cute child. You are called Erwin, right?"

Erwin acknowledged her question with a nod, his gaze fixated on her mesmerizing green eyes, which mirrored his amazed expression.

"It's not wrong for people to call nightlings an enchanting sight, wouldn't you say, Adelaide?" the principal inquired, fixating on the depths of Erwin's mesmerizing silver eyes.

With a knowing grin, Erwin's master cautioned her companion, saying, "Indeed, they are, but beware, for beneath that beauty lies a potential for a sanguinary enchantment."

Erwin, overhearing their chat, couldn't help but crack a sly grin. Internally, they playfully mused, 'did I hear them correctly? Are they thinking about having a threesome with me?'

With her gaze fixed upon Erwin for another minute, Marisa maintained her proximity, her lips adorned with a lingering smile. "You know, my dear Erwin, I came all the way here just for you," she revealed, her words surprising him. It was only natural for Erwin to feel taken aback, questioning why a renowned arcane magician would seek him out.

"Are you wondering why someone as powerful as myself would come to meet you?" Marisa echoed the exact thoughts swirling in Erwin's mind, almost as if she had tapped into his innermost musings.

Erwin nodded, and a smile graced Marisa's lips as she observed his response. It seemed as though she took pride in perceiving Erwin's thoughts.

"It's not because you're particularly special or anything. Well, technically you are, given the time and age we live in," Marisa explained, her voice tinged with a hint of indifference. "But what I truly need are two specific traits. Firstly, your age—being a child under fifteen. Secondly, your status as a nightling. While there may be other nightlings who meet those criteria, you happen to be the only one who is near me..."

She let out a heavy sigh, her tone filled with a sense of lament. "How cruel humanity has become. I can't even find a single nightling child anymore."

"The matter I require your assistance with is quite perilous. Would you be willing to aid me?" Marisa posed the question, her voice laced with a sense of anticipation, fully aware of the inherent danger involved.

Erwin's expression wavered, revealing a hint of hesitation upon hearing Marisa's proposition. Thoughts raced through their mind, wondering why their initial expectation of a threesome had shifted to a dangerous task. 'If she doesn't desire a threesome, then why should I embark on something perilous for her? At the very least, there should be some form of compensation.'

Sensing his reluctance, Marisa pressed in. "If you carry out this task for me, I will grant you freedom from Adelaide," she offered, emphasizing the potential liberation from his mistress.

[Assistance form powerful individual for getting free from slavery has offered. Does the host want to accept it? Yes or no?]

Notification from the system jolted Erwin, leaving him in a state of shock. The possibility of gaining freedom through the assistance of this influential figure hadn't crossed his mind before. He had been relying on more carnal means to secure his liberation, but now, an opportunity had presented itself directly to him. Who would he be to decline such a chance?

Erwin contemplated the situation, weighing the potential risks and rewards. Finally, with a resolute determination, he made his decision.

"Yes," Erwin replied firmly, accepting the offer presented before him.

Marisa's smile widened upon hearing Erwin's acceptance, and she turned her gaze toward Adelaide. "Adelaide, can you break his seal?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Adelaide hesitated, clearly reluctant to carry out the request, but eventually nodded. She retrieved a paper adorned with a meticulously drawn magic circle and tore it apart. As the paper crumbled, Erwin experienced a searing sensation on the back of his shoulder, precisely where his slave seal was supposed to be.

"Now you are free. Let's take a magic oath to ensure you won't go back on your promise," Marisa declared, extending her hand towards Erwin.

Erwin glanced at her elegant fingers and slender hand, briefly contemplating her request. 'Who do you think I am? Why would I go back on my words?' he pondered internally. Without revealing his thoughts, he reached out and clasped her hand firmly. Marisa's grip tightened, and a smile graced her lips.

"Now, repeat after me that you will assist me in one task, no matter how dangerous or excruciating it may be. Even if you are on the verge of death or in agonizing pain, you will never waver and continue without question, or else you will become my slave," Marisa stated, binding them together with a blue thread.

'What the fuck I had just got off this slave hood? and this bitch wants made me a slave again.' Erwin's anger surged within him, frustrated by the prospect of being enslaved once again. Yet, he managed to conceal his emotions and obediently repeated the words as instructed.

"I solemnly swear to assist you in one task without question," Erwin recited, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and determination.

As Erwin completed the oath, the shimmering thread binding their hands began to emit a radiant glow. Gradually, the thread melted, seeping onto Erwin's hands, causing him to wince in pain.

The peculiar thing was that the melted thread didn't encroach upon Marisa's hands, confining its effects solely to Erwin's. Erwin instinctively attempted to release his hand from Marisa's grip, but she firmly held on, refusing to let go.

"Release it," Erwin pleaded, his voice strained with pain.

Marisa, however, remained resolute. "Don't force it... just endure a little while longer," she advised, refusing to release his hands.

Frustration welled up within Erwin, reaching a boiling point as he contemplated attacking Marisa. Yet, before he could make a move, the molten substance progressed further, seeping into his wrist and transforming into a solid band of brilliant blue.

With the process completed, Marisa smiled triumphantly and remarked, "See, it wasn't that long."

Erwin glared at her, his anger simmering beneath the surface, as he blew on his reddened hand. Deep within his thoughts, a seething determination grew, fueled by the resolve to someday exact revenge. 'I will kill this woman one day,' he silently vowed.

"Now, now, don't give me that look," Marisa chided, observing Erwin's angered expression. "It seems like I'm taking advantage of a child."

Erwin's mind raced with retorts, tempted to voice his thoughts, but he held his tongue and simply blew on his hand, refusing to engage further.

Erwin, suppressing his frustration, decided to focus on the task at hand. He inquired, "When do you want me to fulfill the job you require, and what exactly is this task?"

Marisa's smile widened as she replied, her voice laced with anticipation, "The time will come soon, my dear Erwin. As for the task, you will be informed when you are ready?"

"As for now, you can work as Adelaide's assistant, and in return, she will teach you magic from now on. I had initially wanted you to study as a student, but those narrow-minded fools at the academy rejected the idea of having a nightling among their ranks... fucking old bastards," Marisa vented, cursing under her breath.

Erwin turned his gaze towards his former master, Adelaide, who wore a mischievous smile. "Do you really think you can escape from me? How could I let go of someone with such exceptional potential?" she teased playfully.

Erwin reciprocated the smile and replied, "Who said I wanted to get away from you? I simply don't appreciate being referred to as a 'slave,' Professor."

Marisa, slightly bewildered by their conversation, interjected, "What are you two talking about? Never mind, I'm too busy to delve into it. Let's reconvene when the time is right, my dear nightling."

As Marisa spoke those words, a magical green circle materialized on Erwin's burnt hand, alleviating the burning sensation. Erwin stared in astonishment as Marisa vanished into thin air, leaving him even more bewildered.

"Isn't she annoying?" Adelaide remarked, walking over to Erwin. She continued, "First, she inflicts pain, and then she heals it. What a peculiar person."

Adelaide's gaze locked onto Erwin, a mischievous grin forming on her face as she spoke, her hand playfully squeezing her cheek.

"Do you miss me, my cute little pet?" she asked, her voice laced with desire.

Erwin met her gaze, a hint of annoyance in his eyes. "Professor, I am not your pet anymore," he replied firmly.

Adelaide's expression shifted to one of surprise. "Oh, really?" she responded, her hand slowly making its way towards his crotch, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "But this seems to say something else."

Her hand closed around something long and substantial, gently stroking it, causing Erwin to smirk. "Well, this thing doesn't listen to me. It has a mind of its own, filled with thoughts of lust."

Adelaide's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, it certainly seems to listen to me," she remarked, feeling his penis twitch in her hand as she squeezed it tightly.

Erwin's breath hitched as Adelaide's grip tightened, the sensation sending a surge of pleasure through his body. He couldn't deny the impact she had on him, even as he resisted her words.

"You know," Adelaide purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "I can make this mind of yours obey, even if just for a moment."