Chapter 99: Duran’s Sin (2/2)

As for why he brought this girl back with him, it was because she once tried to steal something from him and had even tried to fight back when he caught her.

Even after he forced himself on the bandit girl she didn’t submit to him, and instead resisted even more. His patience finally snapped and he decided to kidnap her back to his base. Along the way, he used every trick in the book on her, their tumbles lasting an entire day at times.

In actuality, this trip wasn’t as fruitless as he had originally thought. Other than the bandit girl, he picked up a certain wallet as well, which to his surprise, held exactly what he wanted.

It was a strand of blue hair that held a trace of demonic energy on it. For someone who was in the midst of preparing to summon a devil, there could not be a more fortuitous find than obtaining a devil’s medium.

Having been away for some time, Duran hadn’t adjusted his mindset back to that of a conscientious mage teacher. After their usual magic lessons, he left in a hurry, eager to toy with the bandit girl once more. However, unlike the previous times, he didn’t make sure to guard against Ancarin.

With a question still hanging over her head, she wanted to approach him for clarification, but upon noticing his unusual hurried behavior, she decided to follow him out of curiosity…

And thus everything was exposed. By the time she realized that her teacher was a deviant who enjoyed forcing himself onto women, it was too late for her.

Now that she knew about his true identity, there was no way he could let her leave. In that case, there was no point in maintaining this facade. He forced her into a relationship while dangling the carrot of magic lessons in front of her, while at the side, he began the preparations for the ritual.

The first summoning ended up in a complete failure; he could sense the hair forming a connection but the other party simply wasn’t in the summoning zone, and his mana wasn’t enough to forcefully tear through the dimensional barriers.

Therefore the first ritual failed, however he wasn’t particularly upset about it either. Rather, this only intensified his interest in the hair’s owner. To him, a devil that could leave a medium of itself in the human world couldn’t be just any old devil.

A lot of devils would leave a summoning medium of theirs in different worlds in order to increase their chances of being summoned by a mage who specializes in summoning magic. If the target of the summoning was too strong or was already dead, there was a chance that his offspring would be summoned instead.

It was precisely this reason that led him to believe that this particular devil was special. Thus, he decided to put this aside for now and wait for a more opportune time. In the meantime, it was back to paradise once more now that the cat was out of the bag.

For Ancarin, it was the beginning of a never-ending abyss. On top of her forced meditations, she had to endure his constant abuse. In order to prevent her from retaliating, he made sure to only impart her the basics of meditation and accumulating mana without any spells to go along with it. His reasoning? One shouldn’t get distracted while building their magical foundation…

Truth be told, this was a valid reason and was a common occurrence during the initial stages of learning magic. It was like those wuxia novels where the student would focus on his internal techniques first before learning any sword techniques.

A good foundation is needed to build a skyscraper. This was the same with magic as well.

In order to increase his chances of summoning his devil servant, Duran set up a magical array for reconnaissance purposes. The moment the devil in question entered a summoning zone, the array would give off a faint blue light. Thus, several months passed without any reaction from the array.

It was only after a month into Ancarin’s pregnancy did the array suddenly react. After such a long wait, it was finally time for him to summon his devil servant.

His heart pounded with excitement as he made his way to the prepared ritual room. The preparation had already been made long beforehand, and all that remained was to bring Ancarin to the ritual room in the basement.

With the completion of the ritual what greeted him was a strange looking devil, which at a glance, looked like a lust demon yet didn’t have the unique characteristics of one. Even though its face was that of a peerless beauty, as an occultist, he knew not to be fooled by a devil’s appearance. Some devils were able to manipulate their appearances in order to beguile their targets.

Thus, he had never considered the other party’s gender. Instead he believed in the supreme quality of his sacrifice.

After several months of training, Ancarin had become significantly more obedient. She had basically mastered all the positions and had even learnt to take on a more proactive role. Based on this alone, one could say that she had been stained with the sin of lust.

A mage’s soul was completely different from an ordinary person’s soul. With a one month old fetus in her, Ancarin’s body essentially housed two souls within it, raising the quality of this sacrifice by another notch. Not only that, the fetus was born of Duran’s seed as well. This act of sacrificing his own flesh and blood could be counted as the highest grade of sacrifice ever.

Thus, he had the utmost confidence in his choice of sacrifice. After all, which devil could resist the lure of not only a sacrifice of the highest grade, but also the chance of being able to stay in the Western Human Realms permanently…

He had this all planned out in his mind: the devil would readily accept his sacrifice and in a moment of bloodthirsty frenzy, consume her, piece by piece while she was still alive. After which, it would enjoy the rare delicacy of a dual soul body.

Unfortunately for him, the devil he summoned had to be me…