Dark Fairy Tale: Will their desires be fulfilled?

"Kneel down."

Inoda bit her lip, knelt down slowly without saying a word, crawled to Allen's feet on all fours, and raised her round buttocks, the thin belt of the hollow part deeply embedded in the flesh of the waist, dividing two beautiful hills.

"Call."

“…Woof! Woof woof!”

It was hard to imagine that the ancestor was naked and kneeling at the feet of a descendant, barking like some kind of canine pet.

"Very good, very good, good dog..." The smile on Allen's face became more and more unbridled, and he subconsciously wanted to rub Inoda's buttocks, but his hands went straight through her body.

The smile on his face froze suddenly. At this moment, his mood was completely free from extreme depression and world-weariness, and was full of optimism and happiness for his future life.

In contrast, the effect of the blood talent of "showing you P times with a look of disgust" ended here, and the ancestor regained control of his body.

After a moment, Inoda stood up from the ground, brushed off the dust on her beautiful white porcelain body, performed a little magic, conjured up a new set of clothes and put them on, then sat back at the table with a gloomy face.

Only then did Allen realize what a blasphemous act he had just committed against the Great Ancestor.

"My Lord, I am extremely sorry! It was definitely not my intention to do that to you! That's right! It was that extremely evil bloodline talent that was controlling me..."

Allen defended himself weakly while standing up straight. The moment his eyes met Inoda's, he felt his breathing suddenly stagnated!

The new dress that Inoda wore was a gorgeous and exquisite armor.

Her long silver-white hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and her pretty and beautiful face was as cold as frost. Under the silver-white shoulder pads and close-fitting armor, you could see her golden-proportioned figure.

She was wearing a short skirt and a pair of knee-length silver-white metal leggings with heels that were ten centimeters high. She looked as heroic as a Valkyrie.

"Master, please calm down."

He must have worn this armor to vent his anger. Come to think of it, he had just treated the First Ancestor as a pet dog, so it was reasonable for him to vent his rage on him.

Allen trembled all over, his legs softened, and he knelt down in repentance, clasping his hands together and saying, "I was wrong, Master First Ancestor! My inner soul is just like the blasphemy I just committed against you. I am a despicable and shameless person who used the blood gift you gave me to commit an unforgivable crime against you!"

Inoda crossed her legs and looked at him for a long time before she let out a long sigh. "Never mind. It was me who took the initiative to divine your bloodline talent. This time I'll just treat it as a little benefit for you, the first heir to climb to the top of the tower."

"Come to think of it, the bloodline talent you have now is not of any help in combat. For other trial-takers, it is a talent that they would rather avoid than try. Are you sure you want to awaken this very useless... talent? As long as you are willing, I can make a special exception and awaken another more powerful bloodline talent for you." Inoda said with interest, playing with a strand of silver hair by her ear.

"Don't do that!" Allen decisively rejected the ancestor's proposal, and said with tears on his face, "I have always loved peace. Fighting and killing are really not suitable for me. If it weren't for my bastard father forcing me to undergo the blood baptism ceremony, I might never have set foot in the holy land in my life! My current talent is just right for me. When I encounter a blow in life, I can still have a beautiful girl take the initiative to show me P times. This is simply a blessing..."

Inoda moved Allen's hand, which was covered with snot and tears, away from her legs with disdain, and said helplessly: "Well, since you insist on doing this, I can't force you to do anything."

As she spoke, she stood up and gazed at the sunset outside the window.

The silver-white armor on his body made a crisp and pleasant sound.

The moment she stood up, Allen, who was still sitting in the earthen chair, was lucky enough to have a great view from above.

Looking up from the bottom, one could just see the silver corset petticoat inside the armor, and outside it was a gorgeous white low-cut dress embellished with golden silk thread. There was a hollow cut at the chest area, revealing half of the girl's fair breasts.

The skirt of the dress is very long. Through the armor and tulle covering it, one can vaguely see a pair of slender legs wrapped in white lace suspender stockings under the skirt.

The long silver hair reflected a dazzling light under the setting sun. The beautiful face, as if otherworldly, was so delicate that it seemed as if it could be blown away by a touch. Under the slender eyebrows were a pair of majestic and superior pupils.

Since coming to this world, Allen has seen many beauties, whether it is his frosty-faced, bad-tempered younger sister Elsteen, or his exotic stepmother. But their beauty is not even a bit inferior to the girl in front of him.

More importantly, he saw a hint of melancholy and loneliness in the girl's beautiful eyes. She must have been hurt before. Allen felt inexplicably bitter and wanted to heal her inner scars with his own hands.

"Alan?" After a few breaths, Inoda retracted her gaze from the wilderness outside the tower and returned to him. Her voice was as calm as ever. "According to the rules of the ancient era, the trialist who climbed to the top of the tower would get the last trace of the King's Soul in my body, but unfortunately, your body is not strong enough to withstand the burning of the King's Soul Fire. In return, you can take any treasure in the tower."

As she spoke, she waved her right hand gently, and countless golden treasure chests appeared in front of Allen.

"These treasure chests contain forbidden knowledge, powerful artifacts, ancient secret books, and lost magic scrolls... Choose one according to your preference."

After explaining all this, Inoda returned to her seat, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The tiredness on her face could not be concealed. She didn't expect that after spending more than 20,000 years of boring time in this tower, she would have too much of her energy wasted by a useless heir.

Ah, I really want to take a hot spring bath...

After sending this heir out, take a comfortable bath.

She was thinking to herself and didn't notice the sinister and cunning light flashing in Allen's pupils.

This golden sword did look extraordinary, but Allen closed the opened treasure chest tightly, his eyes passed over all the golden treasure chests in front of him, and finally fell on the ancestor who was drinking tea.

"Can I really take away a treasure from the tower? Anything is fine? And the ancestor will never regret it?" Allen confirmed carefully.

"Whoever goes back on his word is a puppy! Stop talking nonsense and make your choice quickly!" Inoda put down the teacup gracefully and began to knead her sore neck.

Hearing this, Allen took a deep breath and announced loudly: "The treasure I want to take away is——"

"You, the First Ancestor!"

"Hehe, this is indeed a choice that only a little brat would make—" Inoda finally understood and her face suddenly turned pale.

"Then it's decided."

Allen sat up straight in his chair again and suddenly felt a little thirsty, so he drank up the remaining tea of ​​the First Ancestor. Inoda, who was sitting opposite him, stood up with a pale face.

"Eh? Wait a minute... this doesn't count at all, does it? It's cheating!!!"

Chapter 57: My Lord, Please Follow Me

"This is more certain than opening the treasure chest to see if I can use the artifacts and secret manuals. My wish as an achiever is for you to leave this tower with me, leave the holy land of my family, and become my one and only treasure."

Allen made the request as if he was fighting for his own rights. Inoda was stunned and froze in place.

But she quickly came to her senses and slammed the table hard with her small hands.

"Forgive me for refusing, but I won't agree to that kind of thing!"

"Didn't you just tell me that I could take any treasure from the tower? It doesn't matter what it is."

"There should be a limit to the scope of treasures! I am the ancestor! I can't be compared with the things in those broken boxes! I say no, it means no!"

The First Ancestor got angry with a sullen face, but Allen looked back at her with amusement.

"You just said, 'Whoever regrets is a puppy.'"

"That's true, but I'd be upset if I were called a treasure! That's not the point!"

Inoda leaned forward with a stiff smile on her face and cold sweat began to appear on her forehead.

"Taking the 'Ancestor' away from the Holy Land will attract the attention of the seven false gods outside. Those seven traitors want to kill me in their dreams. You will also suffer when that happens. This is not something a normal person would do."

"I would like to see the strength of those seven false gods..."

Seeing that Allen just glossed over it vaguely and ignored his stern refusal, the First Ancestor collapsed in his chair exhausted.

"I really don't know if you are a descendant of the Haines family...you have a really weird personality."

"Master First Ancestor, can I take this as a compliment?"

Hearing Allen's shameless answer, Inoda glared at him, then shook her head and adjusted her breathing.

"Anyway, this won't work. Besides, if I accept that wish, I will leave the sanctuary of the Holy Land. When I get to the outside world, I will have to worry all day long to prevent those seven traitors from finding out. I don't want to live such a miserable life!"

This sentence touched Allen's heart. When his adoptive mother beat him in his previous life, he also fantasized about having a shelter, a place where he could escape all the troubles and pain.

Yet at the same time, he incredibly accepted this fact.

This ancestor of his is his golden finger, and he must take her away from here no matter what!

"All the clan members in the outside world are looking forward to your return and leading the Haines family to regain its glorious days."

"What are you talking about! No matter whose expectations it is, it's not allowed! It's not allowed at all!"

"It's been more than 20,000 years and it's still the same. Isn't this a bit bad? You should be more gentle in your attitude."

"There should be a limit to how soft you can be!"

At this moment, the knight puppet reached out from beside its yelling master and took away the empty teacup.

When the puppet brought the teapot with new tea, the two were still arguing.

Allen appeared composed but uncompromising; the Original was mentally exhausted.

Finally she reached her limit, sighed and said in self-abandonment:

"Ah - really, if you're too unreasonable, I'm going to manipulate your memory and throw you back into the real world!"

"How can a fellow Haim's family say such cruel words?"

"That's what I'm saying."

Inoda stood up and smiled as she extended her right hand towards Allen. Something slowly gathered in her palm, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed.

"Hey, hey, I will fight back. I'm in a very low mood right now. If I don't get you out of here, my life will be a waste of high-energy time. If I get a little more depressed, I can activate the blood talent of 'showing you with disgust a lot of times'. Then I won't show mercy and just look at your body naked!"

Seeing this, Allen, who had been sitting calmly, also stood up and confronted him, and the decadent and depressed aura on his body instantly became very strong. As the ancestor, thinking that he had not been able to get rid of the shackles of this abnormal bloodline talent before, Inoda showed a blatant expression of disgust.

The reason why she was able to maintain a nonchalant and calm expression after taking off her clothes just now was actually because she was forcibly hiding the humiliation deep in her heart. No matter what, she didn't want to experience it again, kneeling on the ground and being tamed like a pet dog.

That was the last shame in her life.

After hesitating for a while with a bitter look on her face, Inoda eliminated the magic that was about to be completed.

"Well—let's talk about this some more."

"That's right, calm down."

The puppet took the opportunity to pour tea for them again while the two of them sat down again. Inoda brushed her messy silver hair with her hands.

"You are nothing but a useless descendant, and your stubbornness is a bit exaggerated. It's time for you to give in to me, the 'first ancestor'."

"I think the First Ancestor is no less capable..."

Allen took a sip of tea thoughtfully. At this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, what kind of era was the Witch Era more than 20,000 years ago?"

"At that time, witches were keen on capturing men and taming them, while men were busy trying to become more handsome to win the favor of witches, especially the favor of the witch emperor who ruled the world. Only a small number of men had some backbone and privately united to resist the rule of witches. Those days were quite interesting."

Allen tilted his head as he thought about the life of the First Ancestor, which seemed imaginable yet not quite imaginable.

"Then is it also your wish that the First Ancestor came to this tower in the holy land built by the tribe?"

"No."

Inoda closed her eyes and smiled. From her firm tone, it could be felt that she was not going to tell the real reason why she lived in the holy tower.

Allen raised one eyebrow slightly. But he understood her feelings and stopped asking. Instead, he expressed his own wish.

"Didn't you say before that the blessing power in my body comes at the cost of my own life, and that even if I leave here, I won't be able to live for many years? So be it. I hope you will leave here for three years, stay in the Soma Empire, and stay by my side. When my life comes to an end, the First Ancestor can come back here. If this is the case, the First Ancestor will no longer have any scruples, right?"

Inoda was stunned for a moment when she heard this unexpected request.

Indeed, this good-for-nothing heir was forcibly injected with a blessing power that did not belong to him, and he only had three or four years left to live.

Three years is definitely not a long time for Inoda. She seemed to recall the time when she was in the Witch Palace, when a black-haired boy had said something similar, wanting to leave on his own. The scene at that time... It was fleeting but made her miss it.

It had been so long that she could no longer remember the other person's appearance. More than 20,000 years, a whole era, was enough to reshape one person and forget another.

The First Ancestor took a deep breath. When she exhaled all the air in her lungs, she had made up her mind.

"Okay. Then, I will leave this tower as your soul contractor. From today on, for the next three years, you will be my contractor."

Inoda gently raised her arm and pointed her white index finger at Allen's forehead. A faint white light shone from her fingertips, and after leaving her fingers, the light glided through the air and was then absorbed by Allen's forehead.

Allen touched his forehead with his fingers, but didn't feel anything wrong.

Chapter 58: Joyful Sacrifice

"What did you just do to me?"

"It's just a mark. It's temporary."

The First Ancestor smiled and stood up. She raised her hands and stretched to relax her stiff body.

"If we want to leave this tower, we must close the entrance. Please, Allen."

"understood."

After the puppet left the room, Allen also stood up from his chair.

The sun had completely set, and the afterglow of the sunset could be seen from the distant mountains. He stood next to Inoda, and then glanced at the ancestor who was much shorter than him with a sly smile on his face.

"If you change your mind and want to stay with me forever, that's fine too."

"No way! Besides, you should worry about whether you can live that long, stupid heir!"

Thus, "Ancestor Inoda" became the contractor of the Duke of the North's legitimate son, and reappeared in history more than 20,000 years after breaking the contract.