Some Sexual Energy, Please 10 The Next Day

A suitcase, a backpack, a sword, two history books, as well as food and cash resources.

That's what the Weiler gave Hector. The young man did not blame them for throwing him out and even for throwing him out with just the bare minimum to live; or rather, he could not blame them, he himself had experienced the pain of losing a loved one several times after all. And he hadn't had such a wise reaction.

Helena had the intelligence to give a history book to Hector so that he could study and learn everything about the world around him, one of the books talked about the history of Dentelia, the other was a huge encyclopedia of several kilograms called: Encyclopedia of Parar.

The reincarnated had directly begun to open them on the road that brought him to his new home, but he still had difficulty getting used to the language even if he could read it.

During his relocation, he was accompanied by Erwin who carried all his belongings and by Amy who signed a contract with the Weilers and Hector to make her the young man's personal maid. Of course, she had not done this only by kindness, her pay had been increased. Erwin would stay with Hector until a personal bodyguard was found for him, but in the meantime, two members of Captain Lena's squadron were in charge of the security of the rest of the Weiler family.

The material transported had very quickly been stored in the house in which they were all about to live. The longest thing was to clean everything up; the place had not been inhabited for several years and dirt and cobwebs had invaded the place. It took two days for the three acolytes to dust the house completely; the sheets and other bedding had to be washed and cleaned to avoid suffocating in a cloud of dust after lying on a bed.

Hector had found the house large for an old maid's house, it was not nearly as big as the Weiler's house, but still had four bedrooms and all the other rooms essential for a healthy lifestyle.

They had now been moving in for three days and Hector was already getting bored despite the information he had received. The orders he had to follow was to not go outside until the investigation being conducted by the various squadrons found the reasons for the deliberate attack on Vaine and the Weiler family.

Krein had been very clearly targeted, the original host had been woken up by a fireball that had pa.s.sed through a window in his room, this fireball had melted part of the ceiling, which had fortunately not started a fire, but this had drawn a burn on the chest of the young man who was still present to this day.

When the Weiler family tried to flee, several arrows shot from a very long distance pa.s.sed within a few centimeters of Krein and his mother, fortunately, the night wind had slightly s.h.i.+fted the arrow path, otherwise, Krein would have had his skull split and Helena one leg missing. Then, after thinking he saw the girl he loved in danger, Krein went to try to help her but was bombarded with blows by the "soldiers" who attacked the village. That's when he managed to escape in the hope of finding the trace of the person he was looking for, but after only a few seconds, a hooded figure slashed his throat with a sword.

Until a few hours ago, no one knew where the young woman loved by Krein was, until this day of Biel 11 Mibi; some thought she was a prisoner and others thought she was dead.

The answer was given by Gregory who was the first to discover the body.

This woman, the one Krein loved, was called Leila Saranel.

Gregory's eldest daughter.

She was 22 years old.

Her inanimate body was discovered lying with the throat cut near the Astrée River where Captain Lena's squadron had conducted their research on the spy a few days before the attack on Vaine.

The news had been coming to Hector and Amy's ears for several hours and apparently, Gregory had apparently been forced to be asleep to calm him down, as it had brought up old memories and trauma. Following all this flood of information, Hector decided to sit in the living room as Amy was reading a book called: The Thorns of Roses.

He turned to her trying to get her attention.

"About the errands we had to do, I think I'm going to go, I'm bored to death."

"Well, read your history book." she said, looking up from her book. "Erwin comes back tomorrow, just wait until he comes back to protect you."

"I wasn't the one complaining that we were almost out of food." he replied with the hope of making her react.

"Olala… Well, well. I was lazy to go, but well…" Amy blew as she closed her book. "I'm going to go alone if anyone ever finds out you went out without permission, I'm the one who's going to have problems, so please stay here."

"Yes, yes… G.o.d… it looks like I'm a 9-year-old kid who needs to be supervised."

"Who knows, maybe it is." Amy replied with a smirk as she put on her shoes to go outside. "So, I'll leave you, the shops will soon close, but with a little hope I'll get there in time." she concludes by taking some gold coins and a wooden cadi.

Hector hadn't been so bored for a long time, actually, it didn't bother him that much, he appreciated the time he spent doing nothing, but a hoa.r.s.e voice in his head told him that the situation wasn't going to progress if he procrastinated.

Balam was a valuable a.s.set and ally, where Hector had gaps, the demon had knowledge, and where the demon could not act, Hector could.

It made Balam grumble even more at Hector to move faster than normal. Yes, to make the family eventually tolerate and even accept him would take time, but research on this world and the collection of s.e.xual energy was perfectly possible in the situation in which he was.

For the time being, Hector couldn't do anything, so he preferred to explore the house from top to bottom hoping to find something interesting. The building was almost empty when he arrived, only dishes, and some fabrics were still lying in the cupboards. He had found some trinkets, but nothing incredible. There were just pictures of the maids who lived here in the past who had been left on a shelf in the room in which he slept. The group of maids seemed old enough as if she had lived and worked all their lives for the Weiler family. None of them seemed to be related to the people he had met before. Among these maids, there was an elf. Who, unlike the others, must have been alive because of her longevity.

[It might be nice to meet her.] Balam said, cutting off Hector's thoughts. [It could provide us with valuable information about the Weilers, it would allow us to better understand the situation.]

[What do you mean by that?]

[Simply put, it could help us understand why this attack on Vaine that killed Krein was deliberately directed at his family.]

[To know if they could have attracted the evil eye, huh…] Hector replied as he opened his bedroom window. [From the outside it doesn't look like a family that could attract the wrath of an enemy… but well, I'm used to surprises.] he stopped talking before lying on his bed and put his arms behind his head. [You, with Krein's memories, you don't even have a clue?]

[Helena is a very protective and intimate woman, and Davis isn't the type of man to talk about what's going on in his work. On top of that, as a member of the elite soldiers, Congress imposes a duty of secrecy on him.] he explained himself as a thin, dark figure seemed to sit on the bed. [That's why I'm sure even if you use my energy, they won't say anything.]

[I see… nothing is simple…] replied Hector, blowing heavily. His eyes rested on the ceiling, nothing unusual at first, but small streaks were apparent; his body rose from the bed immediately.

"An attic?" he said aloud because of his surprise.

[Hmm… it might well be the case, but in this case, it means your room is the only access to this place.]

"Wow, that's scary." laughed Hector as he looked for one of the chairs hanging around the room. "This is a good time to look for things, there's no Erwin to tell me he can't let me do this and no Amy to treat me like a kid."

[Yes, yes, go ahead.] Balam shouted in a desperate voice. [Because of you, I don't know if curiosity is a quality or a default anymore, it gets serious.]

The young man decided to ignore the demon and use the chair to reach the ceiling, despite this, he could barely remove the base that closed the attic. After five minutes of experimentation, he managed to remove it and after gaining momentum he managed to lean with his arms on the attic floor. The first thing he felt when he climbed up his legs with difficulty was the suffocating heat of the place mixed with dusty air; the sun had been hitting the roof tiles all day and only a few rays of sunlight crept between the tiles illuminating the place with a dim light.

The room was obviously large, it covered the whole house and was filled with a whole bunch of objects. Mostly old clothes and wooden crates filled with books and trinkets. Sometimes there were paintings on the floor reminding Hector of Fauvism and the Expressionism of his world; a pack of cigars was lying on the floor, a cupboard full of old-fas.h.i.+oned crockery was placed in the back of the room waiting for someone to finally reopen his drawers.

However, one thing, in particular, caught Hector's attention, it was a book, or rather a large, thick and heavy grimoire that was placed on the ground between two crates, a thick layer of dust covered it. After removing all the dirt directly by hand, he could see embossed drawings directly on the front cover, inscriptions of an unknown language were engraved on it. Fortunately, the education Krein had received helped Hector to understand its meaning.

After inspecting the outside of the book a little more, he decided to take it with him.

It was a grimoire about [the breeds of this world.]