Cheat Awakening

Chapter 491. Offer of a Lifetime

"Hold on, sweety, It's my turn now. Answer my two questions, then I'll address yours. While I'm a decent fellow and you're a lovely lady, don't expect me to be taken advantage of," Myne said with a chuckle, giving her a gentle tap on her forehead with his index finger, leaving Phiyona even more speechless.

"Fine, well... actually, I'm the younger sister of Lord Viscount, who, by chance, happens to be disabled and lives here. Because I can't walk, no matter how much that thing tries, I can't walk to her, so no one bothers to shift me to another place. Every morning, two maids come through the window, clean me up, bring food for the entire day, and then leave. Happy now? Your turn.

Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Phiyona spoke so calmly despite her disability that for a moment, Myne thought she was joking. But when she pointed to the small pile of empty plates in a bucket near the window, as well as a bucket under the bed, which she used to urinate, he had no other option than to believe her.

"So, which part of your body isn't working?" Myne asked, frowning while gently touching her legs and arms. From outside, he couldn't see any difference; her entire body looked completely normal without even a single scratch on her body.

"Why are you touching my arms, didn't you see me moving them? How can my arms be disabled if they are working normally? Sigh. It's my legs – from below the knees. I can't feel them at all, as if they don't exist. No matter what you do to them, I won't feel anything.

If you don't believe me, you can try pinching or tickling them, and you'll see..."

"Ouch!"

"Idiot! Below the knees, not above! Are you even listening to me or not?!"

While Phiyona was speaking, Myne, who was lying on her lap, suddenly turned around and gently bit down on her soft, thick thigh. This action earned him a hard love fist from Phiyona on the head.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just checking," Myne apologized quickly, moving his hand to bend her toes. However, no matter how hard he bent them back, Phiyona did not react at all. Fearing he might break them, he didn't dare use too much force. He pinched her skin, and again, as she said, there was no movement at all.

"How did this happen? It can't be from birth, right?" Myne asked with overflowing sympathy in his eyes. He couldn't help but get up from her lap and give her a gentle hug.

"They weren't like this a few years ago, but an accident changed everything. Sigh, forget it. I didn't want to talk about it. Every time I think about it, it gives me nightmares," Phiyona, who was enjoying Myne's warm embrace, said with a desperate and helpless look on her face before hugging him back as well.

"Don't worry about me. Now, tell me what the hell a big shot like you is doing here? You're not really here to steal, are you?" She asked with a frown after calming down, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"I will. You might as well start stretching your body; it's probably been a long time since you had fun, hasn't it? I didn't want to hear you complaining later," After saying that, Myne walked out of her room and hurriedly ran to the entrance of the hallway at full speed. The banging sound behind him also went crazy after feeling his presence again.

However, Myne, whose body was under the control of his little brother, didn't give a damn about it and soon disappeared from the hallway.

...

"This should be the room of that old bastard, who is the root cause of everything," Myne muttered while looking at the instructions on the scroll. He was now on the highest floor of the castle where its owner lived.

After looking around and confirming that all the guards and maids around him had fallen asleep because of his skill, Myne used his telekinesis skill to unlock the door silently and slowly poked his head inside. As the owner of an entire city and several towns and villages, the Viscount's wealth was evident, and the room's interior spoke volumes.

The room was vast, with high, arched ceilings adorned with intricate wooden carvings that depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures Myne had never seen before. Rich, dark tapestries lined the stone walls, insulating the room against the chill and adding to its luxurious ambience.

A massive four-poster bed dominated the centre of the room, draped in rich crimson velvet and embroidered with gold thread. The bed's canopy was held aloft by ornately carved posts, each depicting a different mythical beast, their eyes set with glittering gemstones that caught the flickering light of the numerous candles placed strategically around the room.

On the walls hung an eclectic collection of paintings, each more peculiar than the last. These were no ordinary artworks; they depicted fantastical scenes, surreal landscapes, and enigmatic portraits that seemed almost alive. Some paintings were framed in gold and silver, encrusted with jewels, while others were mounted in simple yet elegant wooden frames, highlighting their strangeness and rarity.

Beside the bed stood a grand, ornately carved oak wardrobe, its doors inlaid with mother-of-pearl and ivory. Inside, the viscount's luxurious garments were stored: silks, velvets, and furs in a riot of colours, each garment a testament to his wealth and power.

Nearby, a polished mahogany chest held his collection of precious trinkets and rare artifacts, each item with its own story of acquisition and value.

A large, intricately woven rug covered the stone floor, its patterns depicting scenes from legendary tales and adding warmth and softness to the room. Opposite the bed, a grand fireplace, its mantel adorned with more curious artifacts and small sculptures, provided both warmth and a mesmerizing focal point.

The room was illuminated by a combination of tall iron candelabras and magical lanterns, their light casting a soft, warm glow that danced across the room's lavish furnishings. The air was filled with the faint scent of incense, a blend of exotic spices and herbs that lent an air of mystery and luxury to the viscount's private sanctuary.

In one corner of the room stood a large, intricately carved desk covered in scrolls, maps, and ledgers. This was where the viscount conducted his affairs, planning the administration of his lands and the expansion of his influence. A high-backed leather chair sat behind the desk, its armrests shaped like the heads of roaring lions, a symbol of his authority and power.

Everything in the room screamed wealth and power. Myne, who had a greedy glint in his eyes, decided to "borrow" some... well everything, in fact. After all, he was building a grand clan, and a leader deserved a beautifully decorated office, one that would leave any visitor speechless.