Insider’s Perspective

Fingmi kept finding weird things out about her master and his residence… Anoteros was an odd man for certain. His real name was Zixuan Elt, but for some reason–Despite this name being linked to one of the most powerful forces within the country, and perhaps even the whole continent–He chose to mainly go by Edrick Lucien Anoteros instead... An unusual name for someone from a great clan.

It didn’t follow the usual naming conventions in the least… But the weirdest thing about this residence’s patriarch wasn’t that, nor was it his rapid increase in strength since he returned from a so-called ‘secret realm’. It wasn't even the fact that he had grown taller and larger since then, either. No... It was the fact that Fingmi kept finding out things about him that made him a worse person in her eyes.

This sounded ludicrous considering that he had slaughtered nearly everyone she knew in front of her eyes, taken her as his, and then brutally Viotted her… But she supposed that there was always room to learn more about people.

For example, she had recently learned that he had a very bizarre relationship with his bestial companions… He had relations with the two female ones and seemed to be trying to get the male one to join in on certain activities. Worst of all, however, had been the recent interviews for maids.

A third batch of recruits had been vetoed by him.

Obviously, his way of doing so was by bedding each and every one of them, and then marking them with the crest that Fingmi was deemed unworthy of…

Fingmi tried to talk to some of those new maids, but quickly discovered that–Despite being brand new to the residence–They already shared the exact same views as all of the other crest-bearing maids.

Clearly, there was something wrong with the crests… They did something to the people marked with them to the point that, regardless of the person’s history, personality, and such… They would immediately fall completely subservient to Edrick, not even questioning their updated contracts.

Some of them were here because they were desperate for money, but once the crest came into play and they learned that there was no actual pay… Well, they simply didn’t care. They were instead happy to be able to serve Anoteros. In fact, they believed that serving him was the only pay they needed to be happy and content in life.

Fingmi found it terrifying, and was only further horrified since she now understood why Edrick had not put a crest on her… He didn’t want her to become like them. He wanted her to be afraid of him–To know that this residence was a prison for her. He didn’t want her to be happy to serve him. He wanted her to cry and struggle when he Viotted her…

Nonetheless, something else that she found awful was that some of the newly hired maids were freshly Bloomins, and yet, Edrick had not hesitated to bed them all the same. Although it was technically socially acceptable since they were of marriageable age, most people still believed that it was best to wait, regardless of whether you actually married a Bloomin or not.

Clearly, however, Anoteros did not care at all... And he didn’t just stop at the initiation. Fingmi had caught sight of him having fun with some of these Bloomin maids afterwards as well.

Frankly, she wouldn’t be surprised if he were willing to go for Immunubils as well… This man’s feral lust seemed to know no limit. In Fingmi’s eyes, he was willing to have his way with anything that looked even remotely feminine or even slightly alluring in any way. How else would he be described?

This man had many wives, his maids were basically concubines, he even went as far as going for his bestial companions, and yet, she constantly heard of him playing with some other women or the likes when he went to a city with someone else…

If anything, it sounded like he had a condition that made him unable to stop fornicating…

Alas, Fingmi knew all of this, but there was nothing that she could do. She was just another piece of meat for him to enjoy himself with… She had a slightly special position as ‘meat that cries’, but that was it.

The only ‘good thing’ that had happened to her since becoming his servant was being assigned to the nursery with Muxing. The blonde was very nice, and ever since the newest wave of recruitment, the nursery gained a new maid, bolstering the official ranks of the wing to three when counting Muxing herself.

One advantage of Edrick deciding to grant Fingmi his ‘gift’ was that she at least didn’t need to do much work anymore. She could just follow and help Muxing around, listening to the advice the blonde had to give… Inside the residence, she was actually the one with the most experience giving birth so far.

Fingmi had thought that this meant that Anoteros had a son or daughter. But… Muxing’s first progeny was a giant ape instead–A blond sasquatch that was weirdly obedient to his mother, despite being a grown-up savage beast at this point.

Despite his great strength, Deormann would try to hide behind his mother when his father showed up. The ape had great respect and fear for his progenitor, especially since it seemed that they had recently begun interacting with each other far more.

Edrick seemed to be teaching Deormann how to use his strength and exert the power of his superior bloodline. From what Fingmi had heard, Anoteros actually hoped for Deormann to turn into something good, rather than just ending up as a bestial offspring like he was seemingly aiming to have loads of. He wanted Deormann to be a sasquatch prince.

He had even found cultivation techniques for him to practice…

Of course, Fingmi would also see Edrick when he came to Viot her. The sessions following the first were less violent, probably since he wanted her to keep growing the seed within her, but they were nonetheless rough.

Unfortunately, Fingmi couldn’t find much comfort from Muxing or the other nursery girls. They didn’t quite get why she wouldn’t be enjoying the master’s attention, especially since Fingmi received more of it than most maids.

Anoteros loved to make her squeal…

So eventually, Fingmi could only start to pretend to the others that she had enjoyed it after the fact–No matter how bruised she was, or how much she had been degraded.

However, on a day when she would usually receive one of his visits, something else happened.

It was a big event.