“Thank you, Sir Vincent.”
Blink...!
Marianne, who returned to the palace under the escort of Vincent, Victoria's left arm.
She smiled and expressed her gratitude with the dignity of a grand duke.
"Don't worry. Our Knight Commander has instructed us to pay special attention to the Obleang family. So, if you need any assistance at any time, please let me know. I, Vincent, will drop what I'm doing and rush over to help your wife."
Even those walking the path of Asura are disarmed and experience a sense of healing thanks to Marianne's smile.
Therefore, everyone she met would be so impressed that they would praise her as the incarnation of a goddess.
It was just that Antoine was the world's worst psychopath.
Vincent fell in love with the healing power that Marianne gave him and pledged his loyalty to her.
‘Hmm... Is it true that Prince Vincent has left?’
But now Marianne is no longer the reincarnation of the sublime goddess of the past.
She loves her adopted son madly and has become a devoted mother who will do anything for him.
That is, the smile she had just shown Vincent had a semi-private purpose, namely to prevent Vincent from thinking about anything else.
So why on earth did Marianne have to let down Vincent's guard?
"I took a quick look and I can read where Prince Vincent came from. I can see the path. If I follow that path, I think I'll be able to figure out where Lord Victoria and our son are headed."
Yes, Marianne, the zealous mother, has no intention of giving up on disciplining her adopted son, who is out and about in the middle of the night.
As she returned to the palace, talking with Vincent, the only thing on her mind was her adopted son, who was still hanging out with a woman in the middle of the night.
Then, when she met Vincent in the forest, she was able to resolve the difficulties she had been experiencing through the information she had obtained about his movements.
"Yeah! This is the right way. I can see footprints here and there!"
Marianne, who looked so noble, crept back out like a burglar and began to pursue him. Following her own guesses and Vincent's path, she entered the forest further, eventually finding what appeared to be Eugene's footprints.
Oh my!
At that moment, Marianne was startled.
"Whoa... It's Princess Victoria! I almost got caught..."
Crunch! Crunch!
As the situation between Eugene Schneider and Laonzena got more serious and the atmosphere became tense, Victoria, who had left her seat, was discovered.
Marianne was so overjoyed at finding Eugene's footprints that she realized it too late, and she suddenly became nervous and hid behind a large tree.
"Hmm... what's going on? Why is Princess Victoria wandering around like that alone? She's clearly out with our son. It looks like they're both doing something together!"
Afterwards, Marianne observed Victoria's behavior.
Because Victoria is alone. Why is Eugene wandering around like that?
"I don't see Eugene. But it doesn't seem like he came before Princess Victoria. If he did, I would have definitely discovered him."
Marianne watched the situation from that spot for a while longer.
As a result, her judgment led her to speculate that Eugene was still somewhere and that Victoria had somehow come out alone.
"I can't help but feel even more curious and worried now that it's come to this... It feels like this wasn't just a casual conversation. Maybe Eugene was shocked by something and stayed behind to collect his thoughts."
It was something that made Marianne have all sorts of random thoughts.
Normally, he would have simply turned away out of faith in his son, but the recent situation has been enough to cause Eugene Schneider a lot of anxiety.
Mamang Marianne, who gave her all without hesitation to ensure her son's safety.
If so, she can never sit idly by and watch her son wander.
It was the heart of a MILF who wanted to hold, comfort, and discipline her daughter.
"That's it! Victoria's footprints and Eugene's are there at the same time! They must have been having a conversation inside!"
Marianne, burning with motivation, continued walking and finally reached the abandoned house.
'what?'
Then he approached to about 10 meters ahead.
At that moment, her eyes widened.
‘It seems like a strange energy exists in the abandoned house!’
Wasn't it Marianne, who was a former priest of the highest caliber and had excellent energy sensing abilities?
She recognized the strange energy of Laonzena emanating from within.
"But it doesn't feel like a battle is taking place. There aren't any sounds, but what should I say... sadness? Confusion? Beings who carry this strange energy are in that kind of psychological state!"
It's negative energy. It seems to be mixed with magic.
But Marianne, wise, kind, and calm, did not judge the situation based on that alone.
She even checked the other person's emotional state,
It was analyzed that no urgent battle was fought.
"Could it be that mysterious entity that gave Eugene special powers? Yes, that's right. I think it's possible."
Snap...! Snap...! Snap...!
Marianne began to cautiously walk towards the ruins.
If he had thought a battle was underway, he would have rushed in and crushed the head of the being threatening his son, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked like they were having a conversation, so he decided to check secretly.
Then, what came to mind was Drake, who Eugene had talked about when explaining the Dark Sword Seed to him.
But at that moment,
‘Huh!!???????’
Marianne de Cel Oblain's eyes widened in confusion.
‘W-what does this mean????’
As she got closer to the abandoned house, she heard shocking sounds that made her doubt her ears.
‘This, this sound... this sound...!!!!’
Whizz...! Whizz...!
Bardle...! Bardle...! Bardle...! Bardle...!
Throughout the Elysium Empire, early winter has passed and full-blown winter has begun.
However, those who possess high-quality divine power and know how to control it freely do not feel the cold or heat that much.
Just as Charlotte used to warm her brother Eugene Schneider with her body heat.
Would it be any different if it was Marian?
But her lips trembled like an aspen tree, and her hands, which had been cautious, trembled pitifully like her body in the bitter cold.
Ss ...
But the strong-willed Mamang Marianne, despite her physical condition, managed to reach the door of the abandoned house, where she began to hear sounds that greatly disturbed her.
Then, after looking around for a moment, Marianne's eyes were drawn to a crack in the wall that had split open, allowing a glimpse inside.
So Marianne knelt down somewhat and put her face into the crack and looked inside.
‘Hey, that’s right!!!!!!’
Then Marianne, whose already dilated eyes dilated even more,
‘Sex! Sex was happening inside!!!’
Yes, she witnessed the steamy sex scene between Eugene and Laonzena.
‘The back view is definitely our son Eugene Schneider... but that's true...!’
It was roughly when Amarachio was fucking around and Eugene was maintaining discipline in Laonzena.
As such, the man who was fucking was only visible from behind, and the only sound heard was Raonjena's desperate moans.
Mamang Marianne, who still doesn't want to give up hope, is thinking of her adopted son Eugene Schneider more than 90% of the time when she sees the scene before her eyes, while her 10% of emotions are desperately hoping that it won't happen.
“This is it! This is the majesty of the master, Laonzena! Take it, you traitorous son of a bitch!!”
But soon, a situation unfolded that completely broke Marianne's anxiety.
As the Amarachio fucking began in earnest, Eugene Schneider's dopamine and aggression surged, and his sly snout-licking resonated.
‘Our son’s... voice is right...’
It was shameful. It was shameful swearing like nothing Marianne had ever heard before.
Still, she couldn't deny it. Marianne was a maman who was so obsessed with her adopted son that she could tell whether a voice as small as a mosquito's was Eugene's or not.
The identity of a man who engages in oppressive sexual acts and treats women like a dog.
It was clearly Marianne's beloved adopted son, Eugene Schneider.
"I can't believe it... my son is so kind, generous, and considerate..."
Marianne's face turned pale. She looked completely dazed, her soul gone.
Why? Because it was such a stark contrast to her precious child, Eugene Schneider, whom she had cherished and cared for since he was a small child.
To her, Eugene Schneider was a gentle and kind son who cared for and cherished his younger sister and listened to her older sisters well.
Of course, Marianne had just recently shaken Eugene's huge penis and had even received the cum on his face while slapping him, but Marianne, a woman with a clear sense of public and private life, clearly thought that it was for therapeutic purposes.
‘And I didn’t know it then… Back then, I just thought he was cute and adorable despite having a huge penis because I had to heal our son…’
Eugene's penis being thrust into Raonzena's mouth, the two of them moving so much that Marianne, who was sitting behind her, also saw it quite noticeably.
And Eugene's fucking, which is done properly while holding each member and thrusting, is especially artistic from behind, as it tightens and thrusts the buttocks, thigh muscles, and even the erector spinae muscles.
Because of this truly wild and bestial physical feast, Marianne ended up taking the so-called red pill in many complex ways.
Her adopted son, Eugene Schneider, has become a beastly sex-physical being who knows how to fuck women in a rough and tumble manner.
Eugene... my son Eugene...
From then on, Marianne watched with a blank expression for a long time as her son, Eugene Schneider, began to put on a racy sex show.
‘Black Saint Ulysses...? Disciple Laonzena...?’
At the same time, Marianne's mind began to register, one by one, the circumstances leading up to the recent abandoned house sex. Eugene Schneider was so dazzlingly slurring his words that, despite being completely out of her mind, the keywords were still engraved in her mind.
Marianne, who faced the explosive sex of her adopted son who had become such a beast, with complex and subtle feelings.
Gurrrr...!
Suddenly, hot tears flowed from her eyes.
‘How much... how much mental anguish you must have endured...’
Yes, from Eugene Schneider, who is running wild, like a madman, with crazy sex.
The kind and wise Mamang Marianne saw the struggles of a wounded soul rather than those of a perverted human being.