Chapter 259: Vermouth, you should spit some blood for me too

Following Akaso Kaze's words, a kind of fear rose in Vermouth's heart.

It seemed as if something that would change her life was about to happen.

"No, you can't do it, I, I am not an ordinary person..."

For some reason, Vermouth's body began to tremble, and she curled up, retreating constantly.

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly, and he stepped onto the bed.

The sole of his shoe left a deep imprint on the pristine white sheets.

"Since that's the case, what are you afraid of?"

Akaso Kaze pressed toward Vermouth.

"I, I'm not afraid..." Vermouth had already retreated to the corner of the wall.

She hugged her arms and curled her body into a ball.

The woman who had been twisting and turning in the bathtub two days ago, being as seductive as possible, was now acting just like a quail.

"You really are strange."

Akaso Kaze squatted down in front of her.

"When I didn't want you, you kept seducing me; now that it's like this, you're scared to death instead."

"So which one is the real you?"

Akaso Kaze was a bit curious.

"Now is the real me, you, don't come over."

Vermouth felt like crying.

A few days ago, she knew Akaso Kaze wouldn't do anything, so she acted that way on purpose.

Now it was different; it was very clear that the man seemed to have made up his mind.

Vermouth glanced to the side, suddenly kicked off the bed, and rushed toward the floor.

Akaso Kaze reacted reflexively and grabbed her ankle.

Bang.

Vermouth crawled entirely onto the bed.

A heavy weight pressed down on her back, and she could no longer move.

"You can't do it, let me go, I beg you~"

Vermouth pleaded bitterly.

Akaso Kaze frowned slightly.

What do you mean I can't do it?

Is there anything that can't be done in this kind of thing?

I am a magician, after all.

He spun magic around himself, and his clothes all turned into fragments.

He became the same as Vermouth.

Feeling Akaso Kaze's change, the woman suddenly felt extreme fear in her heart.

"Akaso-san, Lord Akaso, Master Onmyoji, I won't provoke you again, please spare me..."

Akaso Kaze was suddenly stunned.

Huh?

Strange.

There really was an inexplicable obstacle.

It was just like when he used the Fireball spell to deal with Gin.

The will of this world had appeared again.

It formed a barrier, blocking Akaso Kaze's actions.

Akaso Kaze was a bit puzzled.

Is this what Vermouth meant?

How did she know about the existence of the world's will?

It was as if an NPC knew they were in a game.

It was truly bizarre.

However, it was clear that this barrier was not thick.

Just like when he dealt with Gin.

At most, it could protect him from dying; as for getting injured...

Heh, even Gin was blown up to the point of spitting blood and nearly died back then.

Vermouth was at most on the same level as Gin.

He spat blood, so you have to spit some too.

Akaso Kaze's lips curled slightly as he cast a spell.

Gate of Space (Intermediate): Can lead to any place you have been to before, or any place you have seen.

I haven't been there, but I've seen it~

Even if I haven't seen it before, I can just take a look now, right?

The Gate of Space opened, and the chasm became a thoroughfare.

A shrill scream suddenly erupted in the room.

【Ding, you have opened the door to the deepest secret of this world. Obtained reward: Time-system magic: Travel Through Time (Primary)】

【Travel Through Time (Primary): Casting this magic allows you to cross time and space to enter a specific point in the past.】

【Please note: Actions at a point in the past will cause changes to the entire world and may lead to the collapse of this world. So please cherish life and drive carefully.】

Time magic!

A terrifying brilliance erupted in Akaso Kaze's eyes.

He didn't expect that such magic really existed.

With time magic, returning to the past was no longer a dream.

However, looking at the note, it seemed that not all of the past could be returned to; it had to be a specific point in time.

Which ones were the specific points in time?

It seemed he still needed to explore carefully.

Akaso Kaze cast this matter aside and began to seriously explore Vermouth.

The fact that this woman was a virgin was truly terrifying to think about.

Could it be that she and Sharon Vineyard were not the same person?

Then where did she come from?

Also, why were her fingerprints the same as Sharon Vineyard's?

No, that's not right; wanting to fake fingerprints is much easier.

Not to mention the fingerprints Jodie collected from the lens back then were stored in the FBI archives.

It's possible they were replaced by someone long ago.

The truth of this matter was indeed still buried in the mist.

Akaso Kaze looked at Vermouth's twitching back and grabbed her waist with both hands.

"I ask, you answer. If you can't answer, I will punish you."

"Who exactly are you? Chris Vineyard or Sharon Vineyard? Or are you both?"

Vermouth's small face was buried in the mattress, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

How could this be?

How could he really be able to do it?

This should be something absolutely impossible to happen!

I, what should I do?

A wave of intense pain came, and Vermouth couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"This is your first offense, so I'll give you preferential treatment. Next time, if you don't answer, it won't be this simple."

A cold voice came from behind.

"I'll ask again, who exactly are you? Chris Vineyard or Sharon Vineyard? Or are you both?"

Vermouth couldn't bear the immense pressure; she opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

But she couldn't say anything at all.

The will of the world couldn't block Akaso Kaze's impact, but for Vermouth, it was an insurmountable chasm.

The punishment came as it would, one time stronger than the last.

Vermouth was in despair; she wailed and cried, her tears soaking the bed like a small stream.

Akaso Kaze stopped.

This woman seemed to have a problem.

It didn't look like she didn't want to say it, but rather that she couldn't say it.

He hated seeing women cry the most.

So he got up and sat to the side.

He covered the woman with the quilt.

Vermouth was still crying and wailing.

She felt the man leave and also felt the warmth of the quilt.

Having lived together day and night for so long, Vermouth clearly knew that Akaso Kaze was not a cruel person.

He must have known something to act like this today.

But she still felt very wronged, and the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

Seeing Vermouth like this, she probably needed to calm down.

Akaso Kaze got off the bed and walked out of the room.

After another long while, Vermouth finally felt a bit better, and her tears finally stopped.

She sobbed, pulled the quilt over, and covered her head.

After her emotions stabilized, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.