CHAPTER 11 CAN HE GUESS IT RIGHT?

After a short soak in the steaming water, Vandread stood up. And rather than feeling ashamed of themselves, the crowd from his harem celebrated the torch that was hidden between his thighs. 

Princess Camilla, on the other hand, gave the impression that she was completely unfazed by what she was seeing. When Vandread's manhood was brazenly displayed in front of her, it seemed as though he didn't even find it necessary to make fun of her in the slightest. 

“What the hell are you even doing here?” After being completely taken aback, Vandread turned to Camilla and asked. His finger was set firmly in her direction. 

The expression on Vandread's face communicated a horrified reaction that went beyond simple shock to a much deeper level. 

“Was that the right way to greet your wife after all this time?” Princess Camilla also responded to him in the form of a question. 

They both stopped as they stared at each other with a blazing glare for a brief period of time. There was nothing that Vandread could find that would encourage him to even greet her in the slightest. He had a strong desire to suffocate her to death, and if there was one thing that he wished he could get right in an instant, it was that.

Vandread, however, would prefer not to allow her life to end in such a simple manner. He desired for her to feel tremendous embarrassment as a result of what he had done to him. 

Another image of him being abandoned in the ogre's lair after all of his spirit energy was sucked up by her incantation returned to haunt him once more. This time, the image was even more vivid. 

"Master!" yelled out all of the women simultaneously while they were submerged in the steaming hot bath. They moved closer to him as soon as it appeared that he was about to pass out, and they did so without even noticing that they were all standing naked in front of the princess.

Princess Camilla harbored an even deeper and more profound sense of resentment because of the scene. She couldn't even wrap her head around the fact that rather than feeling threatened and insecure because of her presence, it appeared as though Vandread was still enjoying his time with his women.

One of the naked women who was standing closest to Vandread voiced her concern to him by asking, "Master, is there something wrong?"

As he responded, "No, I'm fine," Vandread propped his hand up to his forehead to lean on while he spoke. After that, he instantly readjusted his posture and stood back up on his feet once more. 

After a while, the other women helped as much as they could without crowding Vandread. The very scene made Princess Camilla even more enraged than she already was.

As the princess of the kingdom moved closer to the other women, they sensed the need to take a few paces backwards in response. That was the moment the princess completely lost her composure. 

“You actually had the audacity to perform such a lewd act in front of your wife?” She let out a piercing scream just inches away from Vandread's face.

But rather than showing his wife any compassion for the way she was feeling, Vandread smiled sarcastically at her and said, "You aren't my wife. You are a parasite who drained the life force from my spirit, you dishonest little whore!”

With each of those words that they had bantered back and forth, the tension that was building up between the two of them started to become more apparent. And before Princess Camilla could even attempt to speak up one more time, an unfamiliar face suddenly entered the steamy bath.

"And what exactly do we have here? Is this some kind of celebration? Wow, I can't believe you forgot to invite me in.” recounted by the dark-haired and bronzed-looking woman. As she made her way into the steamy bath hall, the emerald-colored eyes that adorned her face were fixed on Vandread.

“Wait! Is that you, Shesmaire? You’re here too?” Vandread must have taken it for a mirage, but unfortunately, it's possible that he wasn't imagining things. 

It was indeed Shesmaire, and she was standing in front of the other people in nothing but a bath towel wrapped around her chest all the way down to the tops of her upper legs. 

This time, Vandread was able to get a clear view of the contours of her breasts. It reminded him of the time when their bodies were close enough for him to draw spirit energy from her luscious breasts. He felt another wave of headache coming on as the thought of reflecting on that period of time entered his mind.

He had been suffering from a strange kind of headache as a direct result of the sudden influx of memories that had been flooding his mind. As the pieces began to fit together in his mind, it became increasingly painful for Vandread to bear the pressure.

As Vandread finally gave out and collapsed in the water, the women from his harem let out another collective shriek of "Master!"

Vandread was under the impression that after he passed out due to the excruciating headache he had, he would eventually reawaken in the same location, which he believed would be in the vicinity of his harem. However, much to his own surprise, he discovered that he was submerged in water. 

It was nothing at all like the water in the hot bath, and the one he was in right now appeared to be too deep for him to reach the bottom of it. It was at that precise moment that he became aware that the air that was contained within his lungs was beginning to escape. 

Vandread, who was in the process of drowning in whatever body of water he was in at the time, swam to the surface in an effort to prevent himself from passing out and drowning to death. The only thing that was puzzling to Vandread was the fact that it seemed as though he wasn't even moving an inch no matter how many times he tried to swim to the surface by flapping his arms, and this was true regardless of how many times he tried. 

The surface, which he was so eager to reach from below, appeared to be impossible for him to reach. He was on the verge of reaching his limit. Vandread could already feel the weakening of his limbs. Moments later, his body eventually stopped from moving neither struggled to get some air.

Vandread couldn’t believe that his life would end up like this. And as the idea of drowning to death  processed inside his head, he then completely recalled about the real thing that had happened to him prior to his appearance inside the harem house and here within the depths of an unknown body of water.

‘Giving up so soon, Vandread?’

It was the same familiar voice he had heard before. While processing all of the memories that he believed he had lost for some unknown reason, Vandread made an effort to remember where he had heard it previously.

“Who are you?” Vandread inquired as to when he was unable to remember who it was. He had no intention of opening his eyes because he knew that all he would see when he did so would be the darkness of the water all around him.

‘You already seem to have forgotten the memory of our brief encounter. But, going back to square one, I am but the order of this world. Everything falls into a thin line under my watch.’

“You seem to be a powerful one. I kind of envy you, but in all honesty, I pity you as you don’t have a name.” Vandread replied. There was no way to hide the fact that he harbored resentment toward the voice.

‘Is that so? Why don’t we make a deal then? If you can guess my name correctly, I’ll help you get out of here. I will only give you three chances. if you won’t be able to guess it right, I’ll leave you here and die.’