CHAPTER 72: BREATH OF OBEDIENCE

"Destruction?" Julian heard Lady Catherine’s tone grow increasingly serious. "Mhm."

Lady Catherine pointed to the flowerbed before them and said, "Humans, after all, are not plants. Plants have almost no growth limits, so when you pour too much magic into them, they can only transform from a flowerbed into a small thicket."

"But the human body has clear limits, especially for ordinary people."

"Their capacity is actually quite limited. If you pour too much magic into them, they will inevitably be unable to withstand your magic and explode to death—a horrifyingly brutal scene."

Julian imagined such a scenario: originally intending to save someone with good intentions, only to cause them to explode from overload...

Such an image would undoubtedly be bloody, with limbs flying everywhere.

Just thinking about it made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Therefore, the greater your power, the greater your responsibility. You must consider things more carefully. As a superhuman interacting with ordinary humans, this is especially important. Otherwise, even casual interactions can sometimes lead to irreversible consequences."

There was once a superhuman with speed abilities who, in a moment of excitement, ran through the city at such high speed that several civilians were reduced to bloody mist...

Lady Catherine didn’t tell Julian this story. Her intention was only to gently remind him—excess is never good.

"Your ability is inherently healing-oriented. Harming others is actually quite difficult for you. Just remember that, and there’s no need to be overly fearful."

"However..."

Lady Catherine paused, then after some consideration, added, "Different people require different approaches. When facing those who wish to harm you, sometimes you can’t defeat them head-on. In such cases, you must find alternative ways to deal with them."

"In short, supernatural magic items like these ultimately depend on the user. When a villain obtains the ’Life’ Holy Mark, they will only think of ways to use it for evil. But when a good person obtains a killing-related ’Holy Mark,’ they will consciously restrain themselves to prevent it from harming others."

"And Julian, you are the kindest and most sensible child I’ve ever met. I believe you won’t stray down the wrong path."

Hearing Lady Catherine’s words of trust, Julian nodded solemnly.

After last night’s events, he had indeed, as Lady Catherine said, become a mid-tier superhuman overnight.

The changes were obvious. First, in terms of magic reserves, compared to his initial pitifully shallow pool, he now had at least a small stream’s worth—though still far from an ocean.

The magic he had just expended was barely noticeable, and it wasn’t just the quantity that had improved—the quality of his magic had also risen significantly.

Compared to before, he could now use less magic to perform higher-tier spells.

"Speaking of which... How is that girl Enie doing now?"

Julian’s expression turned slightly strange as he recalled, "I checked on her this morning. The toxins in her body were almost entirely burned away by Myris’s flames, but..."

"But her organs were nearly ruined, weren’t they?" Lady Catherine finished for him.

"Mhm."

Organ necrosis—to ordinary ears, this would sound like an irreversible condition. Yet the two of them remained calm, as if discussing something as trivial as a cold.

"I’ve already healed all her remaining issues," Julian said.

The situation had gone more smoothly than expected. After treating Enie this morning, her necrotic organs had been fully restored.

However... Recalling the unexpected incident, Julian’s face flushed, and his gaze grew uneasy as he looked away toward the grass.

At the time, he had slowly infused his magic into Enie’s body, watching as her condition improved and her organs returned to health.

But then, something went wrong.

When Enie woke up and opened her eyes, she was in an... unusual state.

Her face was flushed, her eyes fixed intently on him, and her hands, which had been resting normally on the bed, began clutching at his arms.

Thinking she might have a fever, Julian moved to check her forehead—only for the usually quiet, gentle girl to suddenly pounce on him like a wild animal.

She pinned him to the ground, biting his collarbone while frantically tearing at his clothes, as if desperate to release something.

Fortunately, Julian was no longer the weakling he once was. Though no match for Losiya in strength, handling this unruly maid wasn’t an issue.

After a stunned moment, he flipped Enie onto the bed, restraining her wrists behind her back as he stared at her in confusion.

Even pinned down, Enie showed no signs of calming. Instead, she begged Julian with feverish intensity, pleading for him to give her a "chance."

Julian watched as she clenched her thighs, her stocking straps damp with fluid, her sweaty face and lust-glazed eyes making it clear what was happening.

This wasn’t his first encounter with such fervor—he’d seen Losiya in similar states during their intimate moments. But this time, he’d only been healing Enie...

Did his magic have... side effects?

For a moment, he was lost in confusion.

One thing was certain: this couldn’t be witnessed by a third party.

So, he had no choice but to temporarily indulge her wild behavior to resolve the immediate problem...

As he released her wrists, Enie lunged at him again, leaving Julian utterly exasperated.

Was he really going to have to "detoxify" her himself?

Rejecting that option outright, Julian was about to retreat and rethink when Enie seemed to regain a shred of rationality.

Reluctantly releasing his arm, she instead knelt on the ground like a prostrating dog.

"My lord... may I kiss your feet? Just that would be enough..." Enie nuzzled against Julian’s instep, her fragrant tongue darting out in supplication.

Watching her kneel with her head low and hips raised high, her fawning posture made Julian imagine an invisible tail wagging behind her.

The request wasn’t too excessive. After a moment’s silence, Julian acquiesced.

And so, on that bright morning, the lovely maid Enie knelt on the ground, her skirt hitched up to reveal her soft, adorable bottom and the white garter straps around her thighs.

Her fingers stretched toward Julian’s feet, and once he removed his shoes, she began lavishing kisses on his instep like an overeager puppy—using the act to pleasure herself.

Julian eventually closed his eyes, allowing the young maid to desperately suck on his toes.

As the lewd sounds of slurping and wetness filled the air, Julian silently turned his head away, his face burning crimson.