NOVEL NEXT Chapter 28: Who are you?
Silvara slightly loosened her chokehold, her eyes still wide with shock. Just as her grip was about to tighten again.
"Stop it!!!" Lucas shouted while gripping Silvara's hand tightly.
She's really going to kill me… he thought, trembling all over. His body was still a mess; the skin on his buttocks had repeatedly clenched from the cold cave floor and from Silvara's actions. Yet even now, she still looked breathtakingly beautiful—her hair cascading loosely, her two graceful breasts rising and falling proudly, doing nothing to diminish the overwhelming aura of a Knight that surrounded her.
At that moment, Silvara finally released her grip. "Who are you?" She instantly became wary, summoning her Claymore once more and slowly stepping back.
The blade pointed straight at Lucian Voss. The thick white fluid that had splattered onto her thigh during his climax was now starting to dry. She began regulating her breathing; her chest heaved up and down like a balloon being lazily inflated and deflated by someone who had nothing better to do.
Lucas tried to stand. "Aghhh…" A sharp pain shot through his lower back; there was a burning, stinging sensation at his waist. He reached back and felt a rough wound.
"Ah… shit…" He clutched the cleft of his own buttocks. Only now did he realize that Silvara's wild riding hadn't just brought him pleasure—it had also repeatedly slammed his bare ass against the rough cave floor with every thrust and grind.
While Lucas was still wincing in pain, Silvara stared at him with razor-sharp eyes and a voice as cold as steel.
"Who are you? A demon?" she demanded.
Lucas was utterly confused. The woman who had nearly killed him moments ago now seemed even more on guard.
"What do you mean? I'm the young lord Lucia—"
"NO YOU ARE NOT!" Silvara cut him off instantly.
Lucas froze. He stared at her.
"Don't joke around… you silver head!" he muttered, trying to cover the truth with the worst acting of his life.
"How?" Silvara's gaze pierced through him like a housecat glaring at its owner snacking while forgetting to refill the food bowl.
"Where is he?"
"Your face…" Silvara's words trailed off for a second.
"You're not him. When I was choking you… a different face appeared."
"My face?" Lucas blinked in shock.
Damn it… the system hasn't given me the info dump about this yet, he thought.
He slowly brought a trembling hand to his own face and touched it.
"Another face?" he whispered. "You're kidding…"
Silvara took one deliberate step forward. Her sword lowered slightly, but her eyes grew even sharper—like a hunter finally watching its prey shed its scales. The muscles in her buttocks tensed; the scratch marks Lucas had left now looked redder than before.
"No jokes," she said, her voice low, almost a cursed whisper.
"Your eyes… your hair… your jaw… none of it is the Young Master I know."
Lucas swallowed hard.
Crap, how do I explain this?
He was shaking with confusion, trying to speak again. "So according to you, I'm—"
"You're a demon," Silvara interrupted. "Or something older than demons."
Lucas stood frozen. "Older?"
Silvara gave a single, curt nod.
"There's an old legend from the North," she said. "About beings that do not steal souls… but replace existence itself. They don't kill. They slip into someone else's life, and the original simply… vanishes. The world never notices."
A heavy silence fell.
"And the face I saw just now…" Silvara exhaled sharply, "was not the face of that stupid noble. It was something else. Colder. More… complete."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, trying to stay calm even though his heart was pounding against his ribs.
"So… I'm an upgraded version?" he said with a crooked grin.
"Your face is different," Silvara answered curtly. "But similar… slightly… more handsome."
Lucas blinked, a faint blush creeping up despite himself—as if that compliment hit his awareness harder than the fact he was kneeling completely naked, his cock slowly wilting after being milked dry by the elegant knight's pussy.
He let out a nervous little laugh.
"…Okay. Thanks, I guess."
He tried to stand up fully, even though his body still felt like lead.
Silvara immediately tensed.
"Stop standing like that," she snapped. "I still don't know what you really are."
Lucas looked at her.
"If I'm not Lucian… then where do you think he is?"
Silvara was silent for far too long.
"That's exactly what I'm going to ask you."
She raised her sword again—this time much closer.
"Where is the real Lucian Voss?"
The rain was still raging outside the cave mouth, lightning flashing every few seconds and illuminating their two naked bodies, drenched in sweat and fluids that hadn't fully dried.
Lucas swallowed hard, one hand still clutching his aching waist. His cock hung completely limp now, swaying weakly between his trembling thighs. He finally told her the story (carefully edited, of course).
If I told her the lightning was because some cosmic being sneezed… that would ruin the mood and probably get me killed right here, he muttered inwardly.
Silvara still hadn't lowered the tip of her sword; her eyes remained locked on him, sharp as blades.
"I… I'm not lying," Lucas rasped.
Silvara stared even harder.
"Since when?" she asked, voice cold as ice.
Lucas gave a small, embarrassed shrug. "Since you picked me up from the tavern…"
Silence.
Silvara's mind flew back to that day: the stinking tavern, the usually arrogant and foul-mouthed Lucian Voss suddenly sitting there like a lost soul, eyes blank. She had thought the young lord was just blackout drunk or teasing her by pretending to forget everything.
Silvara lowered her gaze to the ground. Her whole body started shaking, as if she were holding back laughter.
"So…" she slowly lifted her face again.
Gulp…
Lucas swallowed his own tongue.
Silvara's lips split into a wide, maniacal grin.
"In that case…"
FWOOSHHH—!!
In a blur of silver hair and bare skin, Silvara lunged straight at Lucas.