On the rooftop, surrounded by their comrades and the alchemist who crafted the scythe itself, Claudia and Cosette broke out in an intense battle to test the new relic weapon.
Claudia dashed forward, brandishing her scythe and colliding with Cosette’s sword with an audible clang. The weapon seemed heavier than any sword she used. It would have to take some getting used to in the future. She jumped backwards and landed at her previous spot to avoid being hit by Cosette, all with a nonchalant hum.
Using her speed a few times more, Claudia attempted several blitzes against Cosette; swinging her scythe at her multiple times, but she was eventually pushed back as the woman after she put up her sword and blocking the blows.
“This isn’t progress, Lady Claudia,” Cosette taunted. I knew it. She got cocky but that doesn’t mean she knows how to use it.
With a loud and resounding noise, the bodies of steel colliding once more, both wanted to prove their strength evermore. Cosette took off and used the scythe as a stepping stone before swinging her blade horizontally. Unfortunately, it was evaded. The two’s weapons soon struck each other for some time as sparks flew in every direction resulting from the friction. Eventually, Claudia felt her blood rush up from her slave’s words, beginning to display her true worth. Thus, her opponent was thrown to the railing behind her with pure force. Even if it was a result of a clash of weapons, this showed the difference is strength between a Representative and a pseudo vampire.
Cosette, however, used her boots to push against said railing and used the momentum to propel herself back at her lady.
The Representative could feel her shoes friction violently against the floor as her adversary pushed against her with brute force, and used her free hand to launch a pulsing wave of watery projectiles. Her magic resistence didn’t work in time and she felt a brushing aquatic impact before Cosette performed a roundhouse kick.
Cosette felt fear for a moment when all her efforts were in vain, and Claudia was hardly out of energy or hurt, for that matter. Her mouth was agape seeing her come down at her from the sky. With the weight of her lady’s body and her newly-crafted scythe both pushed down on her, Cosette was on the losing-end, crushed down to the floor.
Ruthlessly, Claudia attacked again as soon as she picked herself up afterwards. Not having the strength to block with her sword, she merely fortified herself with her vambraces, one of which shattered to her surprise from the strength that Claudia applied. A prickling pain was felt as Cosette cringed and blood trickled down.
Cosette’s eye color changed to purple, and she stopped moving, only looking at Claudia listlessly.
“She is under your control for now, Lady Claudia,” Iris explained, who noticed the scythe’s effect activating upon making a clear strike at the opponent.
Claudia looked on, captivated by the effects of her new weapon with widened eyes. There were a few things revolving around her head, one of them being what she would make Cosette do while she was under her bidding. “Now that, is one nifty ability,” Claudia said, propping her scythe against the ground and leaning on it. “So, my dear, what shall we do with you?”
“You should be feeling a mental connection with her,” Iris stated informatively, “It should be possible to command her with your thoughts. Why not test it?”
A curved, depraved smile graced Claudia’s features, the same one she’d get for when she get a rather wicked idea. She didn’t even hesitate once after getting the idea. Well, love. Why not come here and give Lady Claudia a kiss? she thought.
Cosette pulled herself up, and walked towards Claudia against her will. The walking almost made her look like a zombie from a cinema considered old-fashioned in Japan. She hesitatingly wrapped her hands around her lady’s neck and gave a fake smile. Claudia could see that her slave was resisting with a strong will with her body fidgeting.
Cosette, regardless of her will, French kissed Claudia all the way momentarily. Something that was even beyond Claudia’s expectations. Perhaps somewhere in Claudia’s mind she demanded a French kiss, or perhaps Cosette knew how to kiss like this in general.
Whatever the case, Claudia couldn’t resist such a fierce tongue and they partook in this act publicly before the members of BLoodLuSt, Iris, and her maid.
Ohh… I’m going to love this scythe, Claudia thought.
The light of enchantment from Cosette’s eyes ceased subsequently.
This faded much faster than anticipated, Iris concluded. So the deeper the wound is—the stronger the manipulation would be…
In the servant’s eyes were tears welling up, both from humiliation and the depraved order.
For this to be done in public.
Public.
Her head entered a state of turmoil.
She was trying so hard to accept the new conditions of her life ever since the Countess bought her for Claudia. She did whatever she could for her, despite not liking her; she tried to please her, and tried to make things convenient for her. She even took some of her free time to learn how to act like an ideal maid.
She even beared with the act of rape that Claudia committed upon her shortly after she was introduced to her so-called Lady. Who was she doing all this for? This person? Really? Was she to be toyed like this forever…?
“Tu es le pire!” Cosette shouted, tightly slapping Claudia—so hard that she couldn’t keep her face still towards the girl—before she ran away.
Claudia, completely bewildered from the sudden outshout from Cosette, only stood there, at a loss for words. “Uhh,” she droned, rubbing her cheek which was red from the slap. “That’s… new? More importantly, I’m… the worst?”
“Claudia dear,” the Countess said, sighing after she walked over to her. “That was a blatant zero out of ten for you. You probably crushed her heart with this, and she has been working so hard to get used to you. She had been trying to be more trustworthy to you as well.”
“Really? Huh… I feel weird. Not good-weird. I feel horrible, actually. God, is this what guilt feels like?” Claudia asked, instantly feeling bad for doing something like that. If it was enough to phase Cosette, she really must have done bad. The part that got to Claudia more was that this feeling was completely alien to her. “Ah, damn it. I guess I should apologize then…”
“Either way… it is up to you how you wish to deal with her, but an apology does seem to be in order.”
Letting out a huff, Claudia twirled her scythe into her hands, propping it along her shoulder. She was having too much fun with that scythe. “I guess that was… ngh… wrong. One moment, then. I’ll return after speaking to her… uhh, don’t wait up. Just in case.”
“We’re going to get some drinks, silly. No way are we staying in this scorching heat any longer. Go do what you must,” the Countess said, chuckling as she walked away.