37 Refreshing (1/2)

As his soul re-entered his body, Van woke up with a panicked start.

”Wait, how much time do I have left?!”

Those were the first words that came out of Van's mouth as he sat up. When he sat up, he realized that he was in a soft feather bed. He was also wearing fresh clothing made of airy silk. It glimmered in the sunlight, not too bright and not too dim, giving him the impression that it wasn't any ordinary silk. It felt cool to the touch and had a very soft texture.

Van enjoyed the feeling and sat on the bed, feeling the fabric. His mind blanked as his mind started to drift. He was entranced in the feeling of the fabric. The only thought on his mind was on how much pleasure it gave him as it wrapped his body, as soft and delicate as a mother's touch.

Van heard the sound of a well-oiled door opening. He looked to find a girl dressed in maid's clothing. Van's eyes started to shine. He seemed to teleport as he instantly appeared at her side. He started inspecting every piece of the clothing.

I like this kind of fashion!

Van nodded approvingly as he felt the fabric between his two fingers. The maid stood there with a dark expression on her face. Suddenly, she spoke up.

”Master, may I ask what you are doing?”

”Eep!”

Van squeaked in fear as he noticed the expression the maid's face. An angry dark aura started to invade the area.

”I apologize!”

Van prostrated himself to the ground and made sure that his forehead touched the ground. The malicious aura receded from the room.

”As long as you realize your mistake master.”

Van slowly lifted his head up to find that the maid had a smile upon her face. She was currently curtseying to him.

”P..p..p..lllease stand!”

Van said nervously. In just one moment, the maid had gone from murderous psychopath to a regular maid that one would see.

”Master, would you like something to drink or eat?”

Van nodded.

”Could I have a glass of Spirit Passion Fruit Juice and a plate of those fancy crackers?”

The maid silently left to go fulfill his orders. Van wiped his forehead, his hand coming away full of sweat. He had thought that he was going to die at that moment. He had even prayed to a god, if there was any, to deliver his condolences to his aunt, Ghan, and grandfather.

Van sat on the bed and cultivated. He broke through to the mid stages of the 1st Stage of Inner Discovery and continued on to stabilize his cultivation. When he had finished, the maid came in as if on a queue. She set down the silver platter and Van happily dug into the meal. He licked his fingers afterward and chewed on one of the ice cubes.

”Could you draw me a bath? After all the fainting over the past few days I think I'm starting to stink.”