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Lord of Entertainment C39 Juicy Truth
🕑 Added 2024-08-27 00:01:01 +0000 UTCI gasped, my voice strained against Lucy's grip, "Lucy... please. If we had some sort of agreement, some promise... I need to know. My memory, it's not just a story. Something happened to me."
For a moment, uncertainty flickered in Lucy's eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was replaced by steely resolve. "Fine. You want to play this game? Let's play. Tell me, 'Arthur', what do you remember about the night before your 'accident'?"
Caught off guard, I scrambled to fabricate a plausible story. "Well, I remember that... that we had a talk together and... and..."
"And?" Lucy probed, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
I paused, frantically trying to construct a convincing narrative. But my hesitation proved to be my undoing. Lucy's eyebrows rose, a look of realization dawning on her face. "Wait a minute..."
To my surprise, she loosened her grip on my throat. I felt a momentary sense of relief, but it was short-lived. Lucy leaned in close, her face mere inches from mine. Before I could react, her lips met mine in a deep, unexpected kiss.
'Fuck. This is my first kiss,' I thought, momentarily stunned by the turn of events.
After what felt like an eternity but was likely only seconds, Lucy pulled away. Her expression had changed, a frown replacing her previous anger. She looked at me with a complex mix of emotions - confusion, suspicion, and something I couldn't quite identify.
"You..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You are not Arthur."
Panic surged through me, but I fought to keep my composure. "What... What do you mean? Can't you see? I am Arthur... What are you talking about?" I stammered, trying to sound indignant and confused.
Lucy took a step back, shaking her head. "No. I am sure."
"How are you sure?" I asked, my mind racing. I wasn't truly afraid - if it came down to it, I was prepared to use my {Sinful Magic} to protect myself, though I wasn't entirely certain of its current power level.
Lucy's response caught me off guard. "I am sure because after I kissed you... I noticed a slight difference in your aura."
Surprise and a grudging sense of admiration washed over me. "You can fully sense an aura through a kiss?" I asked, momentarily forgetting to maintain my act.
Lucy nodded, her gaze never leaving mine.
Sensing an opportunity to shift the balance of power, I decided to go on the offensive. "So... You kissed your own brother Arthur? If not, you wouldn't have noticed the slight difference," I said, my tone casual but pointed. "Am I correct?"
Lucy paused, her gaze boring into me as she considered her response. Finally, she nodded, her expression guarded. "You are right..."
Seeing her discomfort, I pressed further, a hint of teasing in my voice. "You two have a relationship, huh?"
A faint blush colored Lucy's cheeks, but her voice remained steely. "That's none of your concern..."
I leaned back, affecting a nonchalant air despite the gravity of the situation. "So... Now that you know I'm not Arthur, will you expose me?"
Lucy snorted, her hands clenching into fists. "Expose? Maybe. I don't quite like it when an impostor invades my family..."
I met her gaze steadily, showing no fear. "Well, if you expose me, I'll expose you," I countered smoothly. "I'll reveal your relationship with your own bro- no, half-brother, and the promise you made with him to fake his death. Imagine how that would affect the Whitlock family's reputation in the city..."
I could see my words hit home. Lucy's jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. She lashed out suddenly, her fist slamming into the wall beside my head. "Let me see you try..." she growled, her face inches from mine.
Unflinching, I held my ground. "Hehe, don't think that I won't."
We locked eyes, engaged in a silent battle of wills. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of us willing to back down.
Finally, Lucy broke the stalemate, looking away with a muttered curse. "Fucking damn it."
I snorted, a wry smile playing at my lips. "Hmph. You've probably figured out that we're evenly matched in a fight, haven't you?"
Lucy's eyes narrowed, assessing me. "I know you're holding something back," she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "If you can maintain that disguise while fighting, I'm betting what you've shown isn't even close to your full strength."
I couldn't help but smile. My relentless training with {Disguise} had paid off, allowing me to alter my appearance at will - though turning into a bird or a child was still beyond me. Lucy's misunderstanding of my abilities worked in my favor, and I wasn't about to correct her.
Deciding to play up the menace, I let my gaze roam over Lucy, my voice dropping to a low purr. "You're quite beautiful, Lucy... It's a shame about your... quirks."
Lucy's face flushed with anger, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Listen, you bastard," she spat, "my relationship with Arthur was just... kissing. Nothing more. So don't get any weird ideas."
I couldn't resist pushing her buttons. "Just kissing?" I laughed, the sound deliberately mocking. "Hehe, still sounds like a relationship to me."
"Think what you want," Lucy snapped, turning away. "I don't owe you any explanations."
Sensing it was time to steer the conversation back to more pressing matters, I sobered my tone. "Alright, enough of that. Let's get down to business." I fixed her with a steady gaze. "Now that you know I'm not Arthur, how can I be sure you'll keep your mouth shut?"
Lucy's face scrunched up in thought, her eyes distant as she considered her next words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, actually... you replacing Arthur might be for the best. It's... helpful, in a way."
I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
She sighed. "If you keep playing Arthur, it'll stop his mother from digging too deep, from searching endlessly. It gives the real Arthur some breathing room, you know?"
"I see..." I nodded, mulling over this unexpected turn of events. Before I could respond, a familiar notification flashed before my eyes:
[Task: Spar with Lucy Whitlock for a week.]
[Reward: Fiery Dagger (Magical Weapon)]
My interest piqued as I read the description of the {Fiery Dagger}. This was no ordinary weapon. Its magical properties were formidable:
On skin contact, it inflicts a burning sensation that lasts for ten seconds.
If it penetrates flesh, the burning effect intensifies and persists for an additional ten seconds, resulting in a total of twenty seconds of burning torment.
The blade is sharp enough to easily cut through a goblin.
It can be imbued with basic magic, enhancing its already considerable power.
A smile crept across my face, drawing a confused look from Lucy. Realizing my slip, I quickly coughed and composed myself. "Hey," I said, adopting a casual tone, "since I'm actually helping out your... romantic interest, your half-brother, don't I deserve a little reward for my efforts?"
Lucy rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "Don't you dare ask for anything inappropriate," she warned, clearly regretting her moment of openness.
I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Nothing like that, I promise. I was just wondering if you'd be up for sparring with me for a week straight?"
Lucy blinked, clearly caught off guard by the request. "Sparring? With you? Why?"
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Well, you're clearly skilled. I figure I could learn a thing or two. Plus, it might help us... build trust, you know? Get to know each other's capabilities."
She narrowed her eyes, suspicion warring with intrigue on her face. "And what's in it for me?"
"Besides the joy of potentially kicking my ass?" I grinned. "How about this - for every session, I'll answer one question about myself truthfully. No tricks, no lies."
Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "Any question?"
I nodded. "Within reason, of course. I've got to keep some mysteries, after all."
For a long moment, Lucy just stared at me, clearly weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she let out a short, sharp laugh. "You know what? Fine. You're on. But don't think this makes us friends or anything."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied, extending my hand. "Partners in crime, maybe?"
Lucy snorted, but took my hand anyway. Her grip was firm, her palm calloused from years of training. "Partners in crime," she agreed, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "Solarus help us both."
As we shook on our bizarre agreement, I couldn't help but marvel at the strange turns my life had taken. Here I was, a demon prince masquerading as a human, making deals with my "half-sister" to spar for a magical dagger while maintaining an elaborate deception.
Life, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor. But then again, what demon doesn't appreciate a good joke?
