In the endless corridors of the manor, Ginny trotted along, barely noticing that Dante was no longer following her.
She turned around once. Then twice.
— "Mister Kang Soo Jin ?" No answer. She frowned, pouted, and squinted.
— "Ugh... come on, where the hell did he go now...?"
She tried activating the Soul Link. Nothing. As if the connection had been smothered.
Her brow furrowed. Not that she was panicking—well, maybe a little—but it was strange. The link had never been broken before.
Only one explanation : something here was blocking the connection.
Ginny sighed through her nose, crossed her arms—but then another sensation tickled her nostrils.
A thick, sweet scent. Fresh bread ? Meat ? Sugar ? Her stomach growled.
— "Well... the Soul Link may be busted, but my stomach still works just fine..."
Eyes half-closed, she followed the scent. It led her to a massive door. Without thinking, she pushed it open.
And froze.
A massive hall, gilded floor to ceiling, stood before her. In the center : a banquet table
Dishes of every kind, exotic delights, creamy desserts, towering pastries, steaming soups, juicy fruits.
And around it all... a dozen men. All gorgeous, shirtless, muscled, with gleaming smiles.
Ginny blinked several times, making sure she wasn't dreaming.
— "…What is this circus ?"
One of the men approached and knelt before her. Blond hair, soft smile, green eyes absurdly shining.
— "Welcome, my lady. You must be starving."
Another appeared with a tray of mini chocolate eclair.
— "For your divine lips."
A third bowed low.
— "Please, take a seat, milady. We prepared this feast just for you."
Ginny sat down slowly, suspicious—but took a bite anyway.
And damn, it was delicious.
Everything else faded. The manor, Dante, the link, the fight. Her mind emptied like a popped balloon.
She started eating way too much. One man massaged her shoulders. Another played with her hair. One played violin. Another held a warm towel under her chin.
— "This is... amazing...!!!"
The men treated her like royalty.
Then, another door opened and Sybille walked in.
Barefoot on the marble, hips swaying, her dress barely covering what it needed to.
A soft face, lavender eyes like a dream's edge. A warm voice.
— "Oh... my baby... you're finally here..."
She knelt before Ginny, caressing her cheeks like a newborn.
— "Poor little thing. You must be so tired after that awful master... but mama's here now."
Ginny didn't respond. Still chewing.
Sybille sat behind her and wrapped her arms around her.
— "You never have to worry again. Here, you can be whatever you want. My child, my queen, my treasure."
And Ginny... smiled. Rested her head on Sybille's big boobs, eyes drooping.
— "…Still hungry…"
---
Ginny lay on a massive bed, sheets covered in fresh rose petals, two men fanning her face, another massaging her feet.
A mountain of empty dishes piled up beside her.
— "More triple-chocolate macarons," she mumbled with her mouth full, raising her hand like a bored empress.
— "Right away, Queen Ginny," said a shirtless servant before scurrying off.
Sybille, still in her sheer gown, stood a few steps away.
Her smile frozen, her fingers trembled on the armrest of her chair.
She watched. Too patiently.
For nearly two hours, Ginny had done nothing but eat, demand, sprawl, laugh, spill wine, insult the decor, request milk baths, then honey baths, then chocolate baths (three tubs, three disasters), and she didn't stop.
— "Maybe I should try the Conti next ?" Ginny asked without even looking at her.
— "From the private cellar... of course," Sybille muttered, standing with clenched teeth.
Then, returning :
— "Sweetheart, maybe it would be wise to... slow down a little ? Your belly—"
Ginny yawned loudly.
— "My belly? Don't worry. It's magic. I can eat anything."
Sybille laughed. A nervous laugh.
— "Yes, of course. But you see, all this takes a lot of... effort. And—"
Ginny raised a hand. "Shhh."
Then unleashed another torrent of requests : a caramel fountain, eight professional dancers to perform a choreography themed around basmati rice.
Sybille paled. Then turned her head slowly. Her gaze slid from one man to the next.
— "Bring... her everything she wants," she whispered. Her jaw clenched.
Ginny watched it all, half-smiling. She'd never fallen for this charade.
Her clever mind had picked up on it quickly.
The excess, the strange devotion, the slave-men. And most of all : Sybille's expression.
That forced smile. That fake "tenderness".
So Ginny had decided to play along—crank everything up to eleven—and push her.
And it worked.
Sybille stomped her foot.
Ginny deliberately knocked over a glass of wine.
— "Oh no… I've broken... the fifteenth set. Think we could get more ? Maybe from Solaris ?"
Sybille trembled. Straightened her spine. Then snapped.
— "Enough!" she shrieked.
Her hands shook with rage. Her eyes darkened.
— "You little... ungrateful... parasite! I gave you everything! Absolutely EVERYTHING! And you WASTE it and DEMAND MORE AND MORE AND MORE!"
Ginny stretched, then leapt to her feet, hands behind her head.
— "Aww… Cute little 'mommy' act, but I've seen better."
Sybille froze, nostrils flaring.
— "You knew ?"
— "Of course." Ginny patted her belly. "You think I didn't taste that subtle hint of enchantment in your food ? You tried to tame me with gluttony ? Wrong move. I'm the original."
Sybille growled.
— "You ruined my finances. I used five stars dush, emptied my stores, sacrificed three poet and eight dancers. For you. And you... YOU DARE—"
Snap.
Ginny snapped her fingers.
— "Bingo. People like you love owning everything. I'm strong and cute, so you tried to claim me. First with spells, then with pampering."
She leapt forward. Punched a column. A chunk of the ceiling collapsed.
The men recoiled, shocked.
— "Alright, comedy break's over," she said, cracking her knuckles. "I ate. I napped. Now I'm going to find whatever's jamming the Soul Link in here."
She spun on her heel, snatched a slice of bread, and pointed at the metal hatch across the room.
— "And you, pretty boys... you're coming with me."
Sybille, breathless, watched her descend with her slaves.
The spiral staircase led into a chasm carved into the rock, dimly lit by green lanterns.
Behind Ginny, her strange harem of half-naked men carried bags, blankets, trays of snacks.
They followed without question. Maybe because they were enchanted. Or maybe just because she had more charisma than Sybille.
She paused on a platform, eyes scanning the walls. She squinted.
— "It's here... or close." she murmured.
One of the men sneezed.
— "Bless you." Ginny said, turning around.
Footsteps. Running. Torches.
— "Found her! By order of Sybille Caledron, caught her alive! She must pay... or rot in the kitchen!"
Ginny's eyes widened.
— "The what ?"
Dozens of silhouettes swarmed down the steps, shouting.
Fanatic servants, jilted ex-lovers, broke valets.
All worshippers of "Mama Sybille." Armed with forks, frying pans, and pastry whisks like weapons.
— "Wait a second," Ginny gasped. "Is this private property or a damn restaurant ?!"
She jumped back, shoving her men in front of her.
— "PLAN B! SCATTER!"
They dashed through the stone corridors, weaving between pillars and arches. The mines felt off.
— "We're going in circles!" one of the slaves groaned. "I see myself over there... and over there too!"
— "Of course. We're in a mirror mine," Ginny replied. "This isn't regular crystal—it's an trap. The Caledrons built it to guard... something."
She stopped and closed her eyes.
— "...And it's right here. Just beneath our feet."
She raised her foot, now charged with energy, and stomped. The ground collapsed.
They fell into an underground chamber. In the center : an altar wrapped in chains and a massive cube of black glass.
Ginny stood stunned.
— "That… is what's blocking the soul link ?"
She stepped closer. The cube emitted a strange hum—familiar, almost nostalgic.
She clenched her fists.
— "Shut up," she muttered, biting into her chunk of bread.
But their pursuers had caught up.
At the front : Sybille. Disheveled, wild-eyed.
— "GINNY! You little two-legged disaster! You'll pay for wrecking a Caledron legacy!"
Ginny turned slowly.
— "Quit pushing. I already have a master."
Her body grew denser. Not bigger—but her aura shifted. She oozed hunger. The chains around the cube trembled
— "You were hiding your power...?" Sybille whispered, backing away.
— "What, this ? I'm just playing. But no one in this country can defeat me." Ginny's voice was icy.
— "The gap between you and your master is… enormous."
— "Oh yeah ? Your instincts must be broken."
She lunged.
Sybille raised an arm—a candy-like shield bloomed—but Ginny shattered it with a single hip check.
The shield burst into shards. The room shook. The cube cracked.
And the soul link… returned.
---
Far away, Dante flinched.
— "Ginny…?"
---
Sybille lay defeated, pride stripped bare. Her once-perfect body now littered with pie crumbs.
Ginny wiped her mouth with a piece of her dress.
— "Well. That's done," she sighed, hands on her hips. "Milf defeated. Now let's see what this circus was hiding."
Her gaze landed on a recess carved into the rock.
There glimmered a hoard of treasures. Pure gold, blood-red gems, crowns, jewelry with cursed glows.
But it wasn't any of that which caught Ginny's eye.
No—it was the sword.
Plunged into the ground. Black as night. So dark it seemed to devour the light around it.
Ginny stepped closer. Her eyes widened.
— "...Reaper." She whispered it like a fading memory.
It was one of Soo-Jin's ancient weapons.
Back when he used to stash his possessions inside Ginny, and when she digest them fully.
But this one—he had cheated. Pulled it from her while she slept—Before she digests it.
Buried it here. Or rather… in a place they'd both forgotten.
— "So this is where you ended up, you bastard blade."
She reached out. The aura repelled her violently. Her harem rushed to her side.
— "Mistress! We'll help!"
They lined up, pulling together—some crying from the pain, others from the strain. Nothing worked.
— "This isn't a normal sword," Ginny panted. "It's a relic tied to my master. Reaper… only obeys him."
She stepped back, arms crossed.
— "And that's what powered the cube that blocked the soul link. This sword… is a core. It drains energy, and planted in the earth like this, it must've corrupted everything nearby—especially the cube. Must be a regular ore at first."
She turned on her heel.
— "I'm leaving."
Her harem stood there, stunned.
— "But… Reape ? And… and us ? What do we do without you ?"
Ginny glanced over her shoulder with a half-smile.
— "You survive. You were already useless when I picked you up. Now you're broke and jobless. Honestly, I made you more human than Sybille ever did."
Silence.
— "That was a compliment, by the way." She added.
Then walked away. No looking back.
---
Before leaving the mind, she turned to one of the fallen devotees. An old butler—wrinkled, but still lucid—whispered to her :
— "This manor was built on the ruins of an old campaign... a village looted long ago by madmen. They say a certain Kang Soo-Jin hid a treasure here… not just any treasure—his mask, and a legendary weapon. The Caledrons took everything else. Gold, jewels, bones. But not what they couldn't lift… or find."
He stared at her intensely. " Come to think of it, you have the same name as his partner."
— "A mask ? I don't remember any mask," Ginny whispered. "Wait—yes! The Mask of Chaos! But he never lost it, not until his death… ugh, those bastards must've sold most of his stuff on the black market, or it's rotting in some dusty attic." She paused awkwardly. "My master is a big fan of him."
She climbed back through the tunnels, heavy silence in tow. The serious business was just beginning.
If mythical weapons were falling into the wrong hands…
The world was heading for war.