Chapter 104: Living Under the Crotch Gao Naiyi was stunned for a moment, then answered readily: "Okay." There was nothing much to say about the duel. Polly, who acted as the referee, recalled her fight with Corneille. From the moment their weapons collided, she judged that Don Rodick could not win. This is a matter of course, but the duel initiated by Don Rodick was not for victory, but to bid farewell to Corneille as a warrior. He fought with Corneille with all his might despite his old wounds that had not yet healed. Corneille remained on the defensive until Don Rodique had had his fill, then he used a sudden and violent blow to knock the weapon out of Don Rodique's hand. Don Rodic used the magic in his weapon and applied magnetism to make the fallen weapon fly into the air and turn to Corneille's left arm. The moment Corneille blocked with his shield, Don Rodic rushed over desperately, hugged "Sulena" and pulled it off Corneille's arms. He fell to the ground, having lost the duel but recovered his "Sulena", and Corneille sheathed his sword and asked: "You really won't reconsider it?" On the second night after Don Rodic became his own, Corneille asked him to wait in the room. About half an hour later, a beautiful blonde girl opened the door. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes and covered in jewels, but her expression revealed reluctance. Noticing Don Rodic's gaze, the blonde girl turned shyly and hid in Corneille's arms, but Corneille pushed her around. She immediately covered her cheeks with her hands, looking ashamed to see people.
"The Duke has a cross-dressing fetish... No." Tang Rodick covered his forehead with his hands. "Oh my God, I'm serving a Duke's daughter!" Diaz wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into, so Corneille had to hold her arm, keep her standing, and explain Diaz's situation in general. Don Rodic showed Diaz a sympathetic look. He put himself in Diaz's shoes and felt that Diaz must be in great pain: Being a man in a day is less than being a woman. You are forced to wear women's clothes every day, learn knowledge that only women can use, and be introduced to outsiders as a woman again and again... Is this the life a human being should live? "Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency the Duke." He sighed from the bottom of his heart. Dias was not as miserable as Don Rodick had imagined. She had more shame and gender confusion, but Don Rodick's sigh suddenly reminded her of many grievances: The grievance of wearing women's clothes; the grievance of learning all kinds of women's knowledge; the grievance of putting on makeup; the grievance of being alienated by Corneille; the grievance of being used as a meal substitute by Corneille; the grievance of being worried about being exposed; the grievance of being teased by women who miss Corneille... And the grievance of being treated as a woman. A secret conversation was going on before Corneille found her and asked her to wear the clothes given by Isabella (which were of excellent workmanship, quality and style) to meet Don Rodick. Diaz remembered that when she met Isabella, the latter asked her to go to Melusina and ask for a gift that would make her praise it. Diaz kept this in mind, and now that she had some free time, curiosity prompted her to visit Melusina. Melusina froze, and after a minute, she asked a question that made Diaz blush and his heart beat fast: "Do you feel anything when you act as a woman?" "I……" "Don't be nervous. This is a physiological instinct that humans cannot overcome. There is nothing to be ashamed of." Melusina said: "I didn't mean to torture you, it's just that the gift was meant to satisfy a woman with desires." Diaz is experiencing the growth and spread of sexuality of an adolescent girl. The stimulation of clothes rubbing against the body, emotional fluctuations, fleeting desires, and dreams with exciting plots... However, these experiences are still vague under the suppression of male consciousness and male dignity. She didn't want to be looked down upon by Melusina, and she didn't want to be treated as a woman and taught more shameful lessons, so she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "It's just those things. My father... well, it's hard to describe, so I've seen a lot of things for fun." "Then it'll be fine." Melusina felt that if Diaz knew everything, even if something happened, Corneille would not beat her like a top for teaching Diaz bad things.
She moved the table where the board game props were placed and took the props out from a hidden box. Diaz saw Mr. Horn and showed a disapproving expression. Her father and her father's mistress had a lot of these things. "Dust handle, hold up the sky, turn the Paulownia wood wheel." Melusina chanted a spell, and the horn in her hand began to swell and stretch, taking on details of textures and grooves, and covered with the color of human skin. Its hideous and majestic outline made Dias take a step back. "Mr. Horns on the market are stacked with strange-shaped patterns on their surfaces simply for the sake of excitement, and their shapes are relatively uniform, pursuing versatility in complex environments. Such things are beautiful, but not sufficient. They can give users a good experience, but the experience is not perfect. Because people can easily distinguish it from men's work and realize that it is just a tool, but they cannot satisfy emotional value by giving it fantasy and treating it as a man's thing. " "Stop." Diaz was a little overwhelmed: "Uh, I don't think it's appropriate to discuss this topic with me." "This is my sin, my secret... In order to impress a woman of Her Highness Isabella's level, I must create a detailed, realistic horn that can give her emotional value in her fantasy." Melusina stammered, "I can see that Her Highness Isabella has always had that desire, and the appearance and channel structure of a woman who has changed from a male to a female are fixed. This way, I can create a horn that will fit Her Highness Isabella perfectly and give her a perfect experience... The only problem is that I lack a male model for reference." Diaz covered his mouth: "Pierre?" "Yes, it is immoral, but he was too unrestrained in the mansion, so I saw him naked several times..." Melusina bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, I also collected his voice and used his image so that when the magic on Mr. Horn is activated, a realistic phantom can be manifested. I made two, one for Her Highness Isabella, and one is here. I should have made it clear to him, but I was afraid of being pinned to the ground and beaten by him, so this matter... huh?" Seeing that Diaz was shaking with anger, Melusina walked over quickly and took the thing from her hand. The thing was warm and hard, as if she was really holding Corneille's divine weapon. "Confiscated! No trembling!" Diaz said incoherently, "Ms. Melusina, you disappoint me!" "I'm sorry, but this is also to impress Her Highness Isabella. She is a willful person who puts her own feelings first. She will help you and Mr. Corneille only if she is happy." "Have you used it?" Dias asked in a low voice. Melusina shook her head frantically: "No, no, no, if I use this thing, my pure love power will be ruined." Just as Dias breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a knock on the door, and Corneille's voice rang out from outside the door: "Dias, come quickly, I have something to tell you." Diaz didn't want to give Melusina this blasphemous object back, but the dress she was wearing had no pockets, so in desperation she lifted her skirt and stuck it into the gap in the front of the lining, filling the space between her legs. In this way, others can't see anything from the surface. Dias returned safely to her room and hid it, but she had an embarrassing memory: every time she took a step, she had the subtle illusion that Corneille was living under her crotch. Then, this grievance burst out when Tang Rodick comforted her. She squatted on the ground and sobbed. Corneille and Don Rodique were at a loss as to how to comfort her. Because she cried so hard, Diaz lost her memory of that night, but for Corneille and Don Rodique, it left an interesting memory. After the duel, Corneille used Dias's example to persuade Don Rodic, but Don Rodic had made up his mind: "It's too late, I'm too tired, let me rest, Corneille." "...Okay, then, when your personality disappears, there will be a girl in the world who is as blank as a sheet of paper."
"I've already thought of a name for her, Merit Zulena. Zulena is the name of my daughter, who died through my fault. In 1229, I planned to have another child with my wife after I dealt with you, and regard it as the continuation of Sulena... But now, I have no choice but to graft her into my life. " "Where's 'Merritt'?" "That was the first play Selena and I went to see in the theatre. Neither of us was interested in love dramas with life themes. I was eager to achieve success, and she just wanted to be by my side." Tang Luodike said: "Please solemnly and carefully write a background story for Merritt that does not contain a tragic plot or me, and let her live out the rest of her life as an ordinary witch." "Do you really not mind? If she continues to live as a woman with her gender-changed body, she may experience all the major events in a woman's life, such as getting married and having children..." "It doesn't matter." Tang Luodike said, "Please treat her well and let her live happily." Corneille nodded. Then, when they returned to the mansion, seeing Don Rodick with new wounds on his body and Corneille with a split wound on his side, Dias became angry. He ordered them both to sit down, take off their clothes, and personally applied medicine to them under the guidance of Dr. Cecil. He didn't know how to control his strength when he struck, and the two big men were twitching all over. Cecil then announced that Diaz would intern with her when he had time and learn about medical skills. "Can a doctor heal himself? It's difficult, but seeing how wounded you are, our lovely little Diaz is willing to do his best." Cecil said to Corneille: "He is trying to catch up with you. Would you like to stop and wait for him for a while?" Chapter 105 The Drunk Man Corneille didn't want to talk to Dr. Cecil for the time being. When she spoke, he always ignored her. Cecil was shameless. She chased Corneille from the restaurant to her room, from the study to the garden, before she heard Corneille speak. "It was you who bewitched Mr. Tang Rodick to look for Her Highness Ingrid and used her divine weapon 'Snake Eyes' to make an unfair exchange, right?" he said. "Ah, so you are angry with me." "You just noticed it now?" "I noticed it a long time ago, but what does your anger have to do with me?" Cecil smiled and said: "Don't treat the people involved in this as your subordinates. They jumped on your boat with their own purposes. Mr. Tang Luodike deserves sympathy, but I cannot ignore the cost I have invested just because of sympathy. If he does not change back and regain his memory, do you think your allies, including Her Highness Isabella and the witch in the field of "Judgment", will have other ideas? Since you claim that Don Rodick is still alive, you must show them strong evidence. After all, they may offend Anmita and the state religion. Besides, you saw and heard that Mr. Tang Rodick's heart had already broken before his body. You are just torturing him by letting him live as a woman in the future." "Yes, from the perspective of interests, from the Duke's point of view, the benefits are acceptable." Corneille turned back to Cecil and said, "Doctor, who are you working for in this matter?" "Of course it's this beautiful body that I see before me, Corneille. Those children miss you very much and have been urging me, both openly and secretly, to bring you back." “It’s not a lie.” Cecil spread his hands: "Of course, knowing your ability, there is no point in telling lies. Cornelius, don't worry about it anymore. The ending of this matter is pretty good. There are countless tragic things in the world. You can't control them all. It's enough to protect the people who are really important to you. "
"Doctor, if you were in trouble one day, would you want others to be so indifferent?" "You are wrong. For people in our position, no matter whether we are good or evil, if we suffer a great loss, others will not be indifferent, but will laugh and appreciate our misery, and then quickly forget us." Cecil held out his hand: "Let's make peace." Gao Naiyi reached out and found that the doctor's hands were greasy. She couldn't help but frowned: "What did you touch just now?" "Hair...wait, don't come over here." Cecil ran away, but she was no faster than Corneille, so the bathroom of Toledo Mansion was soon filled with the doctor's screams. In his final days, Don Rodick began to visit his benefactors. He felt it was his obligation to explain his choice of liberation...or escape, and to thank and apologize to those who had helped. "what?" Polly, who was on paid leave, was stunned. She hammered the bed and said, "I can't accept it, really. Why is it such an ending? You should live happily." She immediately looked at Cornelius: "What's wrong with you? Did you try your best to save him just to watch him commit suicide?" "I can force him to live, but he will be very uncomfortable because his dignity makes him refuse to become a woman, but his flesh will turn him into a woman sooner or later." Corneille was somewhat helpless: "Polly, imagine that common sense and dignity make it impossible for you to fall in love with humans, but suddenly one day, your body undergoes an abnormal change that makes you feel for humans. At that time, will you feel pain and discomfort? " Polly's eyes were wide and her mouth was open, unable to speak. Corneille felt that her brain was shut down because she couldn't imagine the picture. After a few seconds, Polly lost her momentum and whispered, "It's really uncomfortable." "I'm sorry," said Don Rodick. "I forgive you," said Polly, lying down on the bed, and drawing herself up under the covers. "But I do not forgive you, Corneille." For half a month, Polly refused to speak to Corneille, and then she returned to her daily life as if nothing had happened. In fact, Polly had not let it go. Later, when she was drunk, Polly would occasionally mention this incident, looking at the witch who was no longer Don Rodick, and she made the other party feel scared. "I thought this was a happy and complete story," she muttered. Ingrid entertained her old friends on the Ancient Hymn, where Don Rodick got drunk. They said nothing, but seemed to have talked a lot. While Don Rodick was sobering up in the guest room, Ingrid was leaning on the railing smoking, the blue smoke lingering around and covering her face. This was no ordinary tobacco, Corneille's cognition was impaired. He could not distinguish the voice in the smoke, whether its content was true or false. "Your Highness, what step did you expect? Is the current result what you wanted?" asked Corneille. "Can I understand this as an accusation against me?" "When the people from the Federation were clearing up the property of Count Marseille, they found a remittance to Waite in June. However, after checking the mansion he rented and questioning him and the people he brought with him, they could not find the whereabouts of the money. However, it was not all in vain. Count Marseilles probably feared that he would be taken advantage of, so he kept some evidence.” "I'd also like to know where the money is spent," said Ingrid.
"I will let you know if there is any result. I am sorry to say that you are Mr. Don Rodick's friend, but you will not be my friend in this life." "it's a pity."