Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 63 Fienne had never bothered to manage her appearance throughout her life. Those who had seen the famed “Lily of Daloa” in Bondaless in person would never believe this fact, but regardless, it was undeniably true. During her days of being cast out from the orphanage and wandering the streets, she lacked the means to care for her appearance, so she didn’t; after awakening to her identity as a Progenitor, she saw no need to do so, as her exalted body always remained in pristine condition. Even without bathing, her pure white hair remained beautiful like silk. Her white jade-like skin gained even more elasticity with the passage of time. Even the flow of time itself seemed to serve as her retainer, praising her existence. "..." Recently, such a Fienne had developed a new hobby. Standing in front of the mirror and spending time there. In other words, grooming her appearance. Other women all do it, don't they? There's no particular reason. That was what Fienne claimed to herself, but the reality was different. "Do I really look that much like a child...?" Fienne acted as if she didn't care about Risir's attitude of treating her like a child, but in truth, she was extremely bothered by it. She could make anyone, regardless of age or gender, into her slave, yet the heart of a girl being treated like a child by the only man she was interested in was so complicated. "At least, it's certain that my appearance isn't the problem..." Fienne was confident without knowing that this was actually the correct answer. How could she know that the man was actually aware of his past life memories as a modern person, making his standards regarding the 'opposite sex' far more rigid than the world's universal standards. The fact that while her appearance was that of a 'proper lady' by universal standards, by Risir's standards it was more like 'Hmm, could I see some ID please-'. "...Still, that guy's eyes are like knothole in wood, so-" However, separately, Fienne was somewhat willing to make concessions. After all, the one with the problem wasn't herself but that man. Fienne felt a kind of sense of mission, believing that only she could correct his twisted view of the opposite sex. So Fienne became interested in the technique of makeup in order to understand what 'adult allure' meant. The result was failure. -I don't know, I don't know!!! -How are we supposed to touch up that face and where do we even start! The female staff members of the Adventurer Guild who were asked to teach Fienne makeup cried out like ordinary artists faced with a masterpiece. -...I might need a bit more training. Even the Maestro of Makeup, the silver-ranked adventurer 'Two Faces' who was said to bring endless despair to the men who spent nights with her, rashly attempted the challenge only to experience the frustration of breaking her brush. So Fienne turned her attention to another area. Namely, clothing. To put it simply in terms of results, this too was a failure. -Young Lady, anything you wear will look wonderful on you! Ra-rather, how about going around naked!? There will be no clothing in this world more beautiful than your body! -Don't leave! Please, please wear my clothes!!! The clothing shops of craftsmen who were famous in Bondaless and confidently put their own names forward. This was the reaction of craftsmen who possessed pride bordering on arrogance, declaring 'I decide who wears my clothes, not the customers!' They felt honored by the very fact that Fienne had shown interest in their clothes. Almost to the point of having seizures. What could she possibly learn from people who gave nothing but rave reviews like 'You look sooo beauuutifuuul' no matter what clothes from the shop she tried on. So Fienne turned her attention to yet another area. Namely, behavior and mannerisms. Fienne set out to find the courtesans of Bondaless. -What business does the 'Lily of Daloa' have with me? To learn what 'adult allure' meant from these high-class prostitutes who served only nobles. -Young Lady, you're so beautiful... -If it's you, Young Lady, I think I'd be happy to quit this life and start a family together... -Young Lady!!! Please! I, I have lots of money! For you, I could sleep with any man!!! All my money belongs to you!!! -There are nobles by the carriage-load saying they'll buy you a mansion if you'll spend the night with them!!! This is all yours!!! She had seduced them instead. These women who kept numerous nobles as slaves to lust, far from teaching her what adult allure was, were themselves enchanted by Fienne and volunteered to become her slaves. It was a situation that occurred when perfect appearance was combined with the Power of Seduction emanating from her very existence. When you think about it, it was ridiculous. An entity that could be called the embodied result of seduction was trying to learn 'adult allure' from ordinary humans. It was like a predator going around trying to learn hunting methods from its prey. Fienne realized anew the critical problem of the situation she faced. Risir was the only man in this world who could see her as 'just a kid'. Therefore, if there was anyone who could point out her problems and help her improve, that person was also only Risir. "How annoying." Nevertheless, Fienne didn't give up. She applied makeup in her own way in front of the mirror, practiced her voice and gestures, and tried on accessories and clothing. All with the single-minded determination to make that man her slave. That's right. This was purely to repay the humiliation she had suffered from him, and absolutely not to win his favor. Fienne convinced herself of this while sparing no effort in various directions. ...This could also be said to be part of that effort. Fienne absolutely refrained from using the power of Mental Interference. Blood Sucking was the same. Because she had promised him that she wouldn't harm humans. *** "Fienne. I'd like you to make some time just for today~ Otherwise I'm really going to another guild?" "Perhaps, couldn't we hire Fienne? She's clearly a member of this Adventurer Guild, isn't she? If things continue like this, I too will have no choice but to reconsider my investment." You must never go to the Daloa counter. Since Fienne's existence began to spread throughout Bondaless as the 'Lily of Daloa', all sorts of vermin began swarming to the Daloa Guild where she worked. Adventurers and clients who made threats that weren't quite threats while begging for meetings. Fienne felt unbearable displeasure when first encountering them. However, as she later learned, they were nothing compared to what was to come. "Hey Fienne, I'd like you to make some time just for today?" "...I told you never to come again." "Don't talk nonsense. If you come to me, then I won't have to come here, right? Stop putting on airs. You subtly keep quiet and act like you're some 'noble hiding her identity'. You think I don't know? You're a commoner, aren't you? Hm? I've already finished investigating your background. You're doing all this to make money too, aren't you? So come to me and improve your lot in life, will you? Why can't you understand something so simple?" There was a man who unfailingly appeared whenever darkness fell and Fienne set out on her way home. Tord. Publicly claiming to be the Master of Mercenary Guild Poarten, he was actually an executive of a massive criminal organization that controlled northern Bondaless. When courting Fienne, he emphasized how great a figure he was, and when Fienne rejected him, he emphasized how dangerous a figure he was. "..." From what Fienne learned through the high-class courtesans, Tord's words were not mere bluster. The Influence that the criminal organization he belonged to wielded in the city was immense. There were even rumors that he had connections with city council members, so even most city nobles couldn't treat him carelessly. So what about a guild counter girl who was an outsider and had no particular backing? "Isn't this enough? This push and pull. I like bold women too, so I've enjoyed it moderately. But. Any more than this is a bit- If you want to continue living in Bondaless, it would be good to gradually understand your place. While I'm still being a gentleman." Tord pressed Fienne as if he knew this fact all too well. 'Pathetic.' However, that counter girl had already confirmed that her opponent could not resist her Mental Interference. If she so desired, it would be the criminal organization executive, not the counter girl, whose life would immediately be ruined. This fact provided comfort to Fienne. At the same time, it made Fienne even more frustrated. Because she had promised him that she wouldn't use the power of Mental Interference on humans. Fienne feared being despised by that man more than being ignored by this pathetic vermin. "Let's talk tomorrow with an even better relationship." The Power of Seduction was still at work. The despicable criminal, even while dominated by lust, did not cross the final line. Thus the Progenitor let the pathetic vermin go. Fienne headed to the Magic Tower to soothe her frustrated feelings. Looking at Risir lying there so peacefully seemed to ease that frustration somewhat. But the vermin came again the next day. And the next day. And the next day. And the day after that. On top of that, his prolonged absence. Then one day, there was an incident that made Fienne definitively realize that her condition was serious. The first incident. "When on earth are you going to wake up? Hurry up and wake up to say some nonsense like usual... Gasp! What am I saying?" She found herself missing Risir's nonsense. And the second incident. "This bastard-" "Hey you fucking bastard! Who the hell are you! What are you to Miss Fienne!?" A fistfight that broke out between adventurers in the guild over an argument. The red blood she saw after so long. Her heart pounded! The accumulated stress stimulated the desires she had been suppressing. Should she consider it fortunate? Fienne felt nothing when looking at the blood right before her eyes. It was merely a trigger. A trigger that made her recall the face of one particular man.