Chapter 164: Is It Wrong to Stick It in Crazy?

Chapter 164: Is It Wrong to Stick It in Crazy?

“T-thanks,” Beatrice said with a sigh after Ember closed the door behind them. The door did not completely block out the moans coming from the room, however, as Rafaelia seemed to have taken Ember’s task as a challenge.

“Sure, it looked like you wanted a quick break,” Ember said and gestured Beatrice forward. “It would be a bad idea to get on Y'Shtara's bad side while we stay here, so we most definitely need to check how much of that horny fox's noise gets through the floors and walls here, knowing how wild you get when you let loose."

Beatrice blushed, and said, “I can still hear the noise coming from all the racket down below.”

“That will help, yes,” Ember agreed, hearing the laughter and yelling from the drunks on the first floor. “And the guys that are will be staying on the third floor are currently getting wasted down in the common room, so they won't be an issue in the near future.”

“But that girl... Her parents did a number on her,” Beatrice said as they walked toward the stairs. “Has everyone lost their minds here?”

“No,” Ember said flatly. “But this place is far from ideal for growing up. And it will get worse if things don’t improve soon.”

“What can we even do with her?” Beatrice thought out loud. “She’s too unpredictable to keep around. Too dangerous to leave. After all, she did manage to kill three men and escape. And who knows what she’d do if she viewed us as ‘traitors’!”

“Oh?” Ember seemed surprised. “If that’s how you see her, then the course of action is obvious. Killing her here would be a bad idea, but disposing of her during the fights would be a simple task. Though I am surprised about your attitude toward the girl.”

“What do you mean?” Beatrice asked Ember as they went down the stairs to the second floor. “She conspired to kill her parents, abusive as they were if we are to even trust a word she says. But then she pretended to be in grief about it, and now described it all as if it did not even concern her!”

“And you still seemed to barely keep yourself from jumping her,” Ember pointed out with a smile while they went to the second last room in the hall.

“T-that’s... Because... When I see a hot... The way she acted...” Beatrice tried to rationalize her reactions to herself more than to Ember. “I’ve also never thought that... Cat girls... Fox girls! Those were supposed to be just some sick fantasies of sad otakus, not a real-life sexy... Bah!”

“O-otak... What?” Ember clearly didn’t understand.

Give that slut exactly what she wants, get stronger, and then take care of those cannibalistic sub-human walking garbage! Everybody wins! So what if she killed her parents? Why should she feel remorse if they were abusive, drunkard murderers that led to her turning out the way she did in the first place?

Beatrice walked up to Ember, gave her a kiss on the lips and said, “Thank you!”

“H-huh? For what?” Ember asked with a smile.

“For pointing out how silly I was,” Beatrice said in graditude.

“S-sure,” Ember said, blushing slightly.

Surprised by at the unusual response from her bodyguard, Beatrice started to wonder how often Ember actually heard the words “thank you” toward her in a genuine way or received any form of kindness in this harsh world.

“Sometimes you worry too much,” Ember said, looking away for a moment. “Besides, as far as the High Priest Lucarad or even the king himself are concerned, if it meant you saving this world while making them more powerful by proxy, they wouldn’t give the slightest fuck about who you had to fuck, kill, or both. That man even offered you his daughter for a laugh, after all.”

“I’m not as morally bankrupt as that crazy, drug-addled, perverted madman,” Beatrice said. Not that bankrupt.

“B-bank-rupt?” Ember asked, not understanding the word.

“Nevermind,” Beatrice said and shook her head. “But stop calling Olivia and Tabitha ‘useless’.”

“Speaking of useless, why not hold a contest between the three useless sluts?” Ember suggested. “A match to the death! The strongest one gets to stay with us and might even be of some remote use in the fight against Belmot. You don’t really need all three to fuck, anyway!”

“Absolutely not!” Beatrice refused, but it wasn’t just her voice that echoed through the room. The succubus turned around and saw Olivia and Tabitha, standing in the doorway behind her.