After the slave told Dinah that the thief of her lingerie was no other but master Jean, she was growing restless. All her insides kept twisting and turning from the mere thought that some pervert had set up a risky and reckless plan to get to her favorite lacy panties and... Her mind refused to imagine what happened next so disgusting it was. A middle-aged man! A respected master, after all!

It didn’t matter how cold-blooded murderess she was. Different laws came into effect when it concerned her honor.

For some reason, she trusted Kyon’s words almost unconditionally. Still, she was in no hurry to run out to Jean screaming “I know everything!” She had to gather real evidence first. The next day she put on her black clothes and a black mask and resolutely went to Jean’s mansion.

The master’s house was significantly inferior in luxury and size to that of Juno. The guards were average, the walls were low, the barriers were absent at all. Apparently, Jean didn’t need them. There was no one to defend. Dinah slipped by the guard unnoticed. She imperceptibly passed a few servants. The hiding technique of a C rank made her invisible. She could be seen only from the close distance, and only a little bit.

Dinah had thoroughly studied the internal structure of the house. She found out where Jean slept, waited until he went somewhere he was supposed to be and got inside his room. Her observant eyes scanned all the furniture. Her precious lingerie was nowhere to be seen.

{Perhaps he has it in the spatial ring.} - She thought and took out a transparent little stone with a cloudy trigram floating inside. The formation recorded the rays of light, converted them into an image and saved it. Simply put, that item was a kind of camcorder.

Dinah put the transparent stone on the top shelf of the bookcase so that it could hardly be ever found. She looked meticulously around once again. Nothing could possibly betray her presence. The next moment she wasn’t there anymore. It wasn’t the most legitimate way to find out the information but there was no one she could interrogate the master personally. What if he was not guilty at all? In that case, she would have to pay the hell.

The other day, Dinah got secretly into the mansion, took the visual formation and walked off unnoticed again.

She came back to her room in Juno’s mansion where she ignored Anna’s grumbling for not doing her job. She took out the transparent stone and infused it with energy. The light streamed from the inside like a “spotlight” and got reflected in a bright image on the wall.

The moving picture depicted Jean’s room.

Dinah changed the flow of energy and played forward the scene. She saw Jean return to his room, straighten his shoulders, stretch his back and neck, do the splits and some exercises. He was a good master who practiced even when he was at home.

Dinah was annoyed. She must have been mistaken. The boy had tricked her! Come on, the respected master couldn’t do any dirty things. She wanted to turn off the projection already and felt a pang of regret for her unceremonious intrusion into the honest man’s private life when something in his face caught her attention. His eyes were glittering, a crazy smile was wandering on his lips. He behaved like a lunatic, just out of the looney bin.

Dinah froze when the “video image” kept on entertaining her with a succession of horrible pictures: Jean pulling his pants off and revealing to the whole world what he had been hiding underneath - the black lacy panties stretched on his decrepit bottom and front part. They nearly burst at the seams from… from… The girl screamed and covered her mouth with her hand when the purring master laid his hand on his protruding package and got down to his wild, dark and lustful business. Judging by the image, it was giving him enormous pleasure. Even if the formation did not make a sound, Dinah could hear his hoarse breathing and animal moans as if he was standing near her.

The girl was speechless. She lost the ability to think and move. The latter was not completely lost, though as her body was trembling uncontrollably. All the color had come out of her face. Pulsating blood was pounding in her head. All her insides turned upside down. Her soul seemed to have left her body in a hurry leaving behind the ringing emptiness in the lifeless shell. A bitter lump had risen in her throat and refused to fall back into the stomach. Her thoughts were tolling with awareness like a funeral bell. The master was using her lingerie for a dirty, disgusting, icky satisfaction of his lust. All her dignity of the patriarch’s superior maid had been crushed by a heavy dirty shoe and then crumpled and thrown into the cesspool like some trash.

The room began to spin. Everything went dark. Dinah fell on the bed with a low moan sinking into a life-saving coma. But even there she kept having the terrible nightmare that made her thrash around in delirium. She had always been distinguished by her incredible endurance and strength of spirit, her ruthlessness and composure but when her most vulnerable point, her dignity, had been hit, her psychological defense failed.

She woke up an hour later in a cold sweat. She was shaking with her whole body in a terrible chill and fever. The mere thought of what had happened got the wind knocked out of her. Her mental state had become unstable.

She was having a paranoid delusion all day and got better only in the morning.

Anna regularly changed the wet towel on Dinah’s forehead and brought her something to drink. What could have brought her sister to this state? Dinah had always been so strong and down to earth.

She could see some real signs of improvement by the next afternoon. The brunette could recall what she had seen without trembling all over her body. Her mind was gradually accepting what had happened to her. She tried to pull through with a thought that her underwear was just a piece of cloth, nothing more, and that the master was not worth her suffering.

Slowly but surely, an unprecedented rage was rising in her heart. As her body was getting stronger, her mind started working in the overload mode. She was driven by hatred and a dark desire for revenge. Soon she would get much stronger and resilient to everything connected with the humiliation of her dignity.

Her eyes were burning with icy fire. Her always cold nature was now bone-chilling frosty. Her desire to kill with particular cruelty had been stamped on her aura. Anyone who approached her closer than two meters stood still under the influence of a vague feeling of anxiety and fear.

She splashed her face with icy water and got dressed in her black uniform of the assassin that wrapped up her slender body. After that, she went straight to the hospital. She came up with a plan for her revenge long ago. She had spent too much time lying in bed like a dying swan. Jean’s death wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to wash the bastard in his own blood and humiliation. No one could know that the underwear once belonged to her. She would never survive the shame. Everything should stay between her and the pervert who was going to die.

She had taken a dose of “evilball” sufficient to sterilize an elephant and left the hospital, unnoticed. From now on, she was going to add some to Jean’s food; and when he finally despaired she would graciously take his life. Or not so graciously.

…

Ten days had passed since Kyon was “killed”.

The boy did not waste any time. Healing his body was not his only concern. He got rid of the disgusting mark on his forehead. Now he didn’t have to brush down his hair. Nobody would recognize him as a slave.

He had upgraded the 2nd stage of the base phase to the 3rd, thereby strengthening his body and enhancing his soul. His Synergy had slightly increased. He was right thinking that Synergy development would increase along with his soul. Many days of training helped him master the basic grade of energy, to figure out the element, even without special movements! At a certain point, he heard a pop inside, and all the knowledge about the element became extremely clear and obvious. It got imprinted in his soul as if Kyon had really reached enlightenment. Now using the element was as easy as moving his hand... That is the one that was not broken.

He found out a lot experimenting with the acquired skills.

The formless colorless energy flew free through his body, penetrated his bones and organs making them stronger (while it stayed inside.) Above all, it accelerated his recovery and efficiency of all the processes in his body. Hearing, vision, brain function, getting rid of poison and toxins - all this could be done and improved with pure energy.

He could release the pure energy during the attack or concentrate it to protect his body. It made any blow more powerful. Inertia didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that counted was the amount of energy in the blow. That is why Juno could beat him so easily even with her tiny fists. The pure energy had increased his movements. However, Kyon did not know how much more. He had no opportunity to move so he had no chance to find it out. The energy could press on his opponents and scan the battlefield. However, his level of strength made that “feature” rather meaningless. He could hardly recognize the environment even a couple of steps away. In the future, this facility would become much more accurate and useful.

When the whole courtyard plunged into the dark of the night, Kyon decided he had enough of lying under the bush. With shaking hands, he raised himself up, pulled up his knee... With some effort, he pushed off the grass and stood up to his full height. The ground began to spin, Kyon staggered but kept his balance. A step, one more, and another one... Chin up! It was time to stop playing the role of the feeble slave, a toy in the hands of fate and Juno. His eyes were burning with life and the desire to avenge what she had done to him, for the hell she had brought to him. Even slaves were entitled to food, water, and shelter. And she had deprived him of all that. She beat him to the pulp every day, forced him to knock out his own teeth. She felt no pity for him. Finally, she “killed” him altogether. Even the girls in the guise of an angel wouldn’t get away with it.

He needed a new plan. The slave who was considered dead turned out to be alive.