"Come in."
Along with Zayen's voice, the door opened slowly and Lydia strolled into the room.
Unlike before, she wasn't wearing the thin and seductive pajamas anymore. Instead, she wore an ordinary long dress with a bottle of red wine and two glasses in her hand.
She was holding a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses in her hand. If it were anyone else, they would probably take this as a bad sign. But in Zayen's eyes, he saw more things hidden behind it — a woman, no matter how serious, serious, and conservative she appeared.
When she came to a man's room alone in the middle of the night, it was enough to prove her point.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jenn."
"Madam Blake."
Upon seeing Lydia, Jenn's expression struck a perfect balance between surprise and curiosity.
"It's already so late. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"It's just a small matter …"
Lydia pondered for a moment. She scanned the surroundings and said.
"Mr. Jenn, you don't plan to rest yet?"
"I have something to do and I don't plan to rest for the time being … Is there anything I can help you with, Madam Blake?"
"Yes, it's like this …"
Lydia blushed at Zayen's question. She hesitated for a moment and finally answered. "Yes, I'm here.
"In fact … I have some matters regarding the future of the Blake Family that I would like to discuss with Mr. Jenn.
And … If Mr. Jenn doesn't mind, can you have a drink with me? "
"Of course."
Zayen nodded at Lydia's words.
Lydia heaved a sigh of relief after witnessing Jenn's action.
She walked to the chair beside her and poured the red wine into a glass.
Sensing Jenn's gaze on her, Lydia shifted her body uneasily. She picked up the glass and took a sip of the ice-cold wine. Then, she looked at Jenn and stammered.
"It's like this … Mr. Jenn, as you know, I'm the only one left in the Blake family …"
Lydia couldn't help but feel a little sad. This was how the fallen nobles were. They didn't have many people and didn't have many assets.
It could be said that if it wasn't for the compensation from the temple that Jenn had sent back and the silver mine from the Parkwood Family, he would have died.
Now, Lydia would have to sell the whole mansion to pay off her debt. She and the two maids would have to move out and live in a cramped house like the commoners.
No, at that time, he might not even be able to afford the maids. He could only dismiss them, and perhaps he could only spend the rest of his life in a monastery.
What happened in the end?
When everything was over, what would he have left?
No, there was nothing left. She and her husband did not have a child, Lydia did not even have a presence to place her emotions in.
Was this the life she wanted?
No, when she first got married, what she hoped for wasn't such a gloomy and hopeless future!
With that in mind, Lydia trembled uncontrollably. She clenched her fists, tossed the nervousness and cowardice deep inside her to the back of her mind and continued to speak through clenched teeth.
"… If it wasn't for Mr. Jenn's help, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to maintain my current lifestyle. I'm really grateful to Mr. Jenn …"
"Please don't say that, Madam Blake."
Zayen responded to Lydia with a smile.
"It's just a piece of cake. Don't worry, Madam. I believe that the Black Clan will definitely grow stronger in your hands. After all, you're still young. As long as you're determined to do it, you'll definitely be able to do it well."
"T-Then, what should I do?"
Lydia asked hurriedly.
At the same time, there was a vague sense of anticipation and uneasiness in her heart. For some reason, perhaps it was a woman's intuition, Lydia felt that Zayen's words seemed to have other hidden meanings.
But this time, Jenn did not answer immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
This made Lydia even more nervous. She wanted to drink some wine to calm her nerves but she realized the glass in front of her was empty.
Lydia reflexively reached her hand out to pour more wine.
But she did not expect her hand to be caught by Zayen before she could touch the bottle.
"Zan... Mr. Jenn?"
Lydia shrieked involuntarily when she felt the warmth from his hand.
Jenn was unfazed by her scream. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Lydia's left hand. There was nothing there.
"You're not wearing the ring …"
"This, I …"
Lydia's face paled when she heard that.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
And at this moment, Zayen's voice rang in her ears again.
"I know why you came to see me today, Madam …"
As he spoke, Jenn held Lydia's left hand tightly.
"You must be lonely, Madam Blake …"
"No … I …"
Lydia felt even more embarrassed when she heard the term 'Madam Blake'. She was someone else's wife after all. Even though her husband was dead, was it really appropriate for her to do something like this?
However, Lydia had no time to think because at the next moment, Jenn lowered his head.
"Mmm …!"
Lydia's body tensed up instinctively when she felt the unfamiliar touch.
But soon, Zayen's actions gradually removed her instinctive defenses.
Feeling the burning sensation, Lydia's body softened. She closed her eyes and hugged the man before her tightly.
The sweet moans that escaped from her lips stimulated the joy and anticipation in her body.
When they parted again, Lydia's expression was one of confusion. Her mouth was agape as she gasped for air. She could not speak a single word.
But her grip on Zayen's hand was a clear indication of her will.
Looking at Lydia in front of him, Zayen showed a smug smile.
He raised his right hand, the water stains on his fingertips reflected a hazy radiance under the silvery moonlight.
"Seems like you're ready, madam … Then, I won't hold back."
As he spoke, Zayen removed the necklace from Lydia's neck. He opened the necklace and tossed it aside.
Soon, following the chilling wind of the soul, Cotton's soul emerged from the necklace.
He widened his eyes and stared furiously at the scene before him, but there was nothing he could do.
He opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar in an attempt to awaken his beloved wife. Unfortunately, the Soul Prison had completely sealed off all of his powers. Right now, the only thing he could do was to admire his wife's infatuation.
"No!!
Lydia, wake up!!
Don't let this devil get his way!!
Lydia, I'm right here!!
Open your eyes and look at me!!
I'm right beside you!!! "
Cotton's soul slammed against the barrier in front of him with all his might, but he was powerless. He could only watch helplessly as his beloved wife threw herself into the arms of another man and even took the initiative to demand more from him.
Lydia didn't notice what Jenn was doing at all, nor could she hear her beloved husband screaming from the bottom of his soul.
Her petite body that hadn't been comforted for a long time was ignited like dry wood. Her body temperature rose rapidly and a burning sensation spread throughout her body.
Even when her clothes were taken off, she didn't feel the slightest coldness. Quite the contrary, she felt like she was being burned by the flames of passion and was about to melt.
The intense emotions that were covered by time finally returned to her as if they were compensated. She couldn't help but show her most precious side to him. The only thing she desired now was to be conquered by him completely, to satisfy her empty, lonely body and soul.
At that moment, all her misgivings disappeared from Lydia's mind. She was like a beast that had surrendered to her instincts.
Along with Jenn's every move, she moaned and screamed in agony, praying for the arrival of happiness.
When Lydia felt the burning sensation that penetrated her soul, she finally let out a scream of satisfaction and joy.
Jenn didn't hold back, brutally and forcefully destroying all her resistance.
Facing Jenn's assault, Lydia didn't have the slightest intention of running away.
It had been a long time since this beautiful flower received the nourishment of dew. Now that it could finally fill the emptiness in her body and soul, Lydia almost fell into the abyss of madness.
The lightning-fast assault that was enough to knock her unconscious was like a battering ram that slammed mercilessly on the walls of her rationality and emotions. However, all Lydia felt was crazy joy. Her mind was completely blank. All she could do was growl like a wild beast to express her joy and madness.
However, she didn't notice the red glow in Jenn's eyes.
"Ahhhhhh …!"
Following another powerful assault, Lydia's body arched like a bow and fell heavily on the bed.
Her eyes were blurry, her lips were half-opened, saliva and tears flowed down the corners of her mouth. At that moment, Lydia felt as though she was in a dream and couldn't make sense of anything.
At that moment, Jenn extended his finger and placed it on Lydia's chest. Shortly after, a dazzling red radiance flashed and the mark of the Demons appeared out of thin air.
"Mrs. Blake — Miss Lydia, are you willing to swear to be my servant?"
"M-Servant …"
At that moment, Lydia was completely unconscious. Perhaps she did not understand what Zayen said at all. She was merely repeating Zayen's words instinctively.
"That's right. If you become my servant, you will be able to enjoy unparalleled happiness. It will be incomparable to what you are experiencing now. The ultimate happiness."
"The ultimate happiness …"
Mumbling to herself, Lydia's eyes glowed but it was not a sign of sobriety, it was more like the thirst of some kind of instinct.
"I'm willing!
I'm willing to be your servant!
I don't want to be lonely anymore. Please let me be your servant! "
After hearing Lydia's answer, Zayen nodded in satisfaction. Then, his right hand flashed.
"Ahhhhh!"
At the next moment, Lydia screamed. The mark of the Demons entered her body. Red lines spread from her chest to her surroundings. After a few moments, the strange red lines seemed to have fused with the veins in her body and vanished.
Meanwhile, Lydia had fallen into a coma again and there was no movement from her.
"Good."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zayen narrowed his eyes and revealed a cruel smile.
The first step of demonification was finally completed.
As for the next step …
Thinking of this, Zayen turned his head and looked at the soul imprisoned in the necklace not far away.
He could feel Cotton's anger, pain, and despair. But now — the show had just begun …