Read Novel Full Chapter 1101: Lacking Mouth Filter
Chapter 1101: Lacking Mouth Filter
She grinned before continuing, "But once she mastered her class, which she did so about 70 years ago when she turned 300 years old and was around level 65, she gained a passive skill that rewrote how she interacted with the concept of death itself. As long as blood still flows in her veins, which doesn’t need her heart to pump blood, by the way, as the skill does it for her, her essence doesn’t leave. She exists in this... weird, eerie limbo. Not alive, not dead. Something in between."
"An undead," Kitsara nodded, doing her best to follow the ridiculous tale.
"Yes, but big sis is not like one of those Covenant of Eternity losers. She doesn’t become a lich or another undead creature that you know of; she can’t do anything when this skill is activated."
Her eyes flicked to the fresh mound of dirt, voice lowering just slightly with thrill. "And here’s the fun part: if you bury her and let nature reclaim the body, she rebuilds herself. The old vessel rots, the essence seeds itself, and a new body blooms from what’s left behind. Memories, levels, everything carries over—as long as her brain’s part of the decomposition, she just... starts again."
As if to punctuate her words, the soil shifted.
A tender green shoot pierced the surface, trembling as it reached toward the light.
Vex flashed a much wider grin this time, wide enough to split her face. "Big sis will come back."
"I take it this isn’t your first rodeo," Kitsara muttered dryly.
The foxkin’s remark earned only a smile from Vex until her gaze slid down, landing on Kitsara’s hand.
Lovingly threaded with Quinlan’s.
The sight made her chest seize. A sour heat rushed up her throat as her brain suddenly reminded the woman of the smell her nostrils had picked up on in the underground chamber. This was the moment her yandere brain realized that the woman before her was having sex with her hubby mere minutes before her arrival.
And just like that, jealousy flooded the possessive woman’s veins. Vex understood very well that she was part of a harem, and she loved all her new sisters dearly. She even loved partaking in group activities.
But from time to time... the slightly unhinged woman just couldn’t help herself.
This was one such time.
Her lips curved into something far too sweet, but the sharpness in her crimson eyes gave her real thoughts away to any observant person.
"You’re exceptionally sharp today, foxy. Hubby’s pounding must’ve shoved some intelligence back into your leaking hole."
Kitsara’s eyes narrowed in response as the air between the two white-haired, red-eyed women thickened.
"Khm."
Quinlan’s throat-clearing was soft, but it snapped Vex out of her spiral instantly. Her lashes fluttered. A beat later, the eerie shine vanished from her stare, replaced by a happy little cheer. She spun on her heel, all but skipping as she faced the silent, injured figure.
"Master! Welcome to my new home! You’ve met the love of my life already, but not since I sealed the deal with him for eternity!"
Quinlan gave Black Fang a curt nod.
It was not returned.
The silence stretched, brittle as glass. Vex puffed her cheeks and stomped one foot. "Master, stop being a stranger!"
Nothing. Black Fang’s cold, distant gaze didn’t soften.
Vex’s pout melted into a laugh. "Hehe! She’s always like this..." she muttered while shaking her head before sneaking a glance at Quinlan, visibly begging him not to read too deeply into her Master’s unyielding frost.
The Hexwitch then gave a theatrical sigh as she ventured to elaborate why the being before them seemed to be more a construct than a flesh-and-bone woman.
"It’s so painfully obvious, isn’t it? Just like that cunt of a queen sitting on the throne, Black Fang has lived for far too long. She’s gone a bit crazy. Well..." her grin widened, "... not just a bit. She’s batshit insane." 𝐫𝖆ɴȎ𝖇Ёȿ
She hadn’t even finished the word when her legs buckled.
"Eh?"
Her body folded like a puppet with cut strings, slamming flat on her back. A violent spasm jolted through her frame as she looked down, eyes wide. Twin punctures marred her pale calf, already darkening with sickly purple veins. A hiss escaped her lips, wet and guttural, before blood bubbled up her throat.
"D-Damn..." Vex wheezed, crimson splattering her chin as she vomited a slick splash across the stone. "I said too much in my excitement to introduce Hubby to master..."
Despite his lover being in obvious pain, Quinlan, for once, didn’t enter extreme protective mode, for he’d seen this once already.
Back in the Phenom Trials, Vex was the commentator, and she said a bit too much. At first, it was Orianna’s plants beating her up, but then she got a taste of Black Fang’s poison as well, thanks to her crippling inability to keep her unfiltered lips shut.
And, indeed, he’d noticed the faint twitch of Black Fang’s finger, too small to call a gesture, but enough to understand: she was the perpetrator.
That was enough for Quinlan not to intervene, for he knew that the relationship between these two lunatics was sacred. They were a family, a very unique and unhinged family. He didn’t want to become a man who’d scold his wife’s master/mother-figure unless she did something truly outlandish.
When it came to these two... this wasn’t that extreme, he reasoned.
And, indeed, despite the seeming severity of the situation, there was no panic visible on Vex’s expression as her head lolled to the side. Her eyes rolled, but before they shut, her voice echoed directly into Quinlan’s mind through [Master’s Link]:
<The reason master is like this is that she spent so much time in seclusion that she’s developed something like a split personality. What you see before you is the ’I’m not at home, Black Fang.’ Golem-like, emotionless, always on alert. But if she feels at home, she shifts into the ’I’m home, Black Fang.’ She won’t suddenly become bubbly or girlish, but she at least becomes more talkative, a real person instead of what you see before you right now. She can even crack jokes once every few years... though they’re usually overly morbid.>
Looking down at his poisoned wife’s shuddering form, Quinlan had the wryest expression of them all. <Wife... the explanations can wait. Are you sure you’re okay?>
<Yes... just give me a few, my love...> Vex’s voice was warm and playful even as blood trickled from her mouth in reality, asserting in Quinlan that his previous assessment was right. <It was only her reprimanding poison. Be careful about what you say in my brief absence, and most certainly don’t call her an old woman. She’s even more insecure about her age than I am... as you can see...>
Her voice finally faded. The link cut.
Silence overcame the forest as Quinlan suddenly felt the quirky moment become overwhelmed by the sheer weight of Black Fang’s presence, oppressive and absolute. The realization dawned on him in full now that she hadn’t moved an inch, hadn’t so much as looked in their direction, but Vex, his strongest wife and the only one who was still stronger than him stat-wise, now lay unconscious at Quinlan’s feet with blood still on her lips.
According to Vex’s words, this was just a reprimanding strike, one that an annoyed master gave to her disciple who didn’t know her place.
If that was the case, just how far beyond him was this woman when she went all out?
And now, the cheery middlewoman who helped him navigate the situation was knocked out cold, leaving him and his girls to somehow interact with Black Fang without assistance.