Warhammer: Empire Reboot

She put down the skull in her hand, kicked it into a corner, and straightened the neckline of her purple dress.

"Our master wants us to serve the little ark?"

The cornerstone sequence was confirmed with a blank expression.

The keeper's lips curled into a smile.

"Stimulate."

Qianxian also stood up and patted her skirt.

"I've consumed so many Ark Eldar souls, but this is the first time I've served a living Ark Eldar. The contrast is quite striking..."

Her lips curved into a deeper smile than the keeper of secrets.

The cornerstone sequence added: "The Lord of the Seal said that you are not allowed to scare her, not allowed to tempt her, and not allowed to show your demonic form in front of her. Violators will be punished with fire."

"Understood," they both said in unison.

They left the room and walked down the corridor toward Ilancia's residence.

As they rounded a corner, Qianxian whispered to the Keeper of Secrets, "You said the Master asked us to serve Little Sprout, is it out of trust or a test?"

“It’s all,” the Keeper of the Secrets replied. “They trust us to control ourselves and test whether we’ll cause trouble.”

"Then do your best." Qianxian straightened his hair. "I didn't take you with me on the Ark last time, so we can't miss this opportunity again."

They walked to Ilancia's door.

Ilancia sat in a chair.

She was wearing a large white bathrobe with the collar loosely gathered, and her silver hair was draped over her shoulders and chest.

The ends of my freshly washed hair were still damp, clinging to my collarbone, occasionally dripping a little bit of coolness.

She's been extremely tired these past few days.

It was even more tiring than riding a Storm Serpent motorcycle at high speed through artillery fire on the battlefield.

She looked up when the door opened.

Two Slaanesh demons stood at the door.

They were all a head taller than Ilancia, with plump figures and curves that were almost excessive.

It's something that's been deliberately tuned, specifically designed to offend other people's aesthetic defenses.

The collars suppressed most of their aura.

However, with two Slaanesh demons standing in the room at the same time, the residual soul fluctuations still resembled two different scents of poison overlapping.

Ilancia's fingers tightened slightly, and then she remembered what Lawson had whispered in her ear.

"They're afraid to touch you."

His voice was close to her earlobe, its heat almost burning into her bones.

“You are their master, not prey. If you are afraid, they will climb up to you just because they smell you. If you are not afraid, they will behave themselves.”

Ilancia took a slow breath.

She sat up a little straighter.

In that instant, her long silver hair slipped from her shoulders. She didn't brush it away, but simply raised her chin and looked at the two monsters at the doorway—monsters that would give any Ark Eldar nightmares.

"Come in."

Qianxian and the Keeper of the Secret exchanged a glance.

That glance was very short.

But that was enough for them to confirm the same thing.

They all noticed that Ilancia's aura was different from before.

Beneath that layer of aura lay something else, warm, carrying the unique vitality of humankind and the faint traces of some kind of golden fire.

The scent of Lawson.

Moreover, Ilancia's soul strength is significantly higher than before.

When the Eldar and beings with extremely strong souls come into deep contact, their souls are imbued with the other's power, just like a piece of cloth being dyed.

The base color of Ilancia's soul is still the cold blue of the Eldar, but with an added layer of warm gold film around the edges.

The thin film caused both Qianxian and the Keeper of the Secret to subconsciously suppress their auras.

It wasn't because they were afraid of Ilancia herself; an Eldar warrior was no different from a hamster in their eyes.

It was because that golden aura clearly marked that this person belonged to Lawson.

Qianxian walked behind Yilanxia and picked up the spirit bone comb on the table.

She first held a strand of silver hair between her fingers and gently weighed it.

"The hair color of the Crimson Moon Clan."

Ilancia looked at her in the mirror.

What are you trying to say?

Qianxian smiled.

"I'm complimenting you."

A bone comb pierced through her long silver hair.

a bit.

Another one.

Every strand of hair was straightened, and every knot was avoided in advance.

She knows how much force to use, what angle won't hurt the scalp, and how to make the person being served relax their neck without them even realizing it.

Slaanesh has a talent for serving for tens of thousands of years.

Because serving itself is also a form of domination.

The keeper sat down on the other side and took out several bottles of liquid from a small box he carried with him.

The keeper opened one of the bottles and poured a drop onto his fingertip.

A faint, cool fragrance spread.

Ilancia recognized it.

This is a nail polish that noblewomen on the Ark occasionally use. It protects the nails and skin of the hands and leaves a very fine layer of psionic glow on the fingertips.

The keeper of secrets reached out his hand.

"hand."

Ilancia did not move immediately.

The Keeper looked up at her, his purple eyes offering no urging, only a faint smile.

That smile seemed to be waiting for her to show her weakness.

Ilancia placed her left hand on it.

The keeper held her hand.

Ilancia's hands were cold, with long, slender fingers and fine calluses on her palms from years of holding knives and motorcycle handlebars. Unlike ordinary noblewomen, her hands were beautiful, but not in a way that had been cultivated.

The keeper looked down for a moment.

"The soldier's hand."

Ilancia said, "Are you disappointed?"

"On the contrary."

The keeper used his fingertips to spread the nail polish little by little.

"Things that are too perfect have no flavor; it is the cracks that give them depth."

Ilancia's eyes turned cold: "Watch your words."

The keeper immediately lowered his eyes.

"Yes, miss."

Qianxian's gaze paused for a moment.

Ilancia saw her gaze in the mirror.

Don't look.

Qianxian blinked.

"I just think the hickeys left by my owner are beautiful."

Ilancia looked at them in the mirror.

"I know what you're thinking."

Qianxian smiled.

Are you sure?

"You think I'm weak."

"Ilancia said."

"You think I'm just a Spirit Clan woman protected by adults, that you're not afraid of me, only of him."

The keeper did not deny it.

There was no Qianxian either.

Ilancia slowly withdrew the hand that had been held by the Keeper of Secrets and looked down at her freshly painted nails.

It has a smooth, delicate sheen.

It's so beautiful, you can't find a single flaw.

Ilancia continued, “You will obey me because you fear him. As for whether you respect me in your hearts, I don’t care.”