Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

In the afternoon, I teleported myself to the 102nd floor of the Raevender Dungeon. I landed in an area that was concealed by trees before I walked my way to the man-made structures near the black walls while looking at the rare monsters roaming around the ranch.

This is my own private floor, and only my clones and I could gain access to it as the Floor basically had no entry and exit points. This floor was where I conducted my experiments and also the place where I contained my prisoners. My intent here was to pay a visit to the two prisoners locked in here.

Flap.

But shortly after I stepped on this Floor, I heard the sound of fluttering wings behind me, and then I stopped. When I turned around, the person who I expected to greet my arrival welcomed me with one of her knees bent.

"Welcome to this Floor, Master Raphael; it's my pleasure to receive you here."

"Thank you for your warm welcome...Rubina."

"The moment I heard that I would visit this place, I became so excited that it also got me wet."

"Um, okay. Stand up."

"As you wish."

Wearing her usual dominatrix outfit, Rubina the Nightmare had a face full of bliss as she kneeled before me. Her right hand was on her chest, showing how excited she should be. It was as if she were a maiden in love and seemed absolutely devoted to me.

However, all the passionate attitude she had been showing me did not really demonstrate her true feelings for me. It was just the effects of the Lust of the Ultra Skill: Overlord of Sins that I had put upon her some time ago.

Lust was an ability that rendered the target infatuated with the user, or, in other words, me. It overwrote the target's absolute loyalty and shifted it toward the user or toward someone who the user wanted the target to fall with.

The charm was almost impossible to break and would last indefinitely, even after the user's death. I really hated to manipulate people, but Rubina was too aggressive and defiant, even though I had sealed her stats and abilities, so I resorted to doing so.

After she had fallen under my control, she had been providing me with information about the group she belonged to; she even nonchalantly revealed classified information about the members, especially about her children and the leader who fathered them, though that information was outdated by about eighteen years.

Her purpose was basically to give us the information we needed. But then I took note that this floor did not have a permanent caretaker after Azrael's journey to the south. The other clones and I were busy with our own lives on the surface as well, so no one would feed the monsters living here.

Since she was not a threat anymore, I removed her restrictions so she could move comfortably, and then I tasked her with managing this floor, tending the monsters, and keeping the structures clean.

This floor had a plot where crops were planted and livestock was raised for Rubina to harvest and make her own food from them. For her convenience, I decided to bless her with Extra Skill: Inventory for storage and preservation, and also a few magic bags.

Speaking of items, I let her wield her Demonic Whip of Asmodeus, and I found out that the whip became functional again. It was as if it came to life the moment Rubina gripped the handle. I could conclude that legendary weapons were loyal as well.

I tried to apply Lust to the weapon, but for some reasons, it did not seem to work. The only plausible speculation was that anything created by dungeons could not be forcefully controlled, or probably because legendary weapons were crafts of gods.

With her weapon, she had effortlessly domesticated all the monsters and animals on this Floor. I was curious about how it would affect me, so I told her to lash me once. Apparently, the passive effect of Lust really cancelled any manipulation.

"I assume that Master Raphael's intention of coming here is to check on that girl, yes?"

"Is there any other reason?"

"Well," she paused to do a kuudere pose, bashfully pointing her index fingers at one another. "Maybe you finally decided to do it with me?"

"Decline."

"How unfortunate of me," she said dejectedly.

Ever since she had become my slave, I had not been intimate with her yet. As a member of the seductress race, she had been constantly trying to seduce me and convince me to do the deed with her in spite of her passing the succubi's insatiable desires for sex.

I had to admit that she sure was an absolute bombshell and full of sexual appeal. But the thought of doing it with someone who was manipulated and not their true self lingered in my mind.

Moreover, I did not have a reason to do so since there was no skill I could copy from her with the Carnal Empowerment or the Vitiator subskills of the Monarch of the Night. I was not a fan of the mind-control tag, so I had to decline her offer for now until something interesting happened.

"Anyway, guide me to her cell."

"Very well, Master Raphael."

"But before that."

I flicked my fingers, and then I started to undergo a change. While my hair had changed its color to black starting from the roots of each strand, my face began to morph into someone else's. With the final touches of switching my status board, I successfully changed my appearance and identity to Azrael.

"Alright, let's go, Rubina."

"Please, follow me, Master."

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After a minute or so of walking in the facility, Rubina led the way until we finally reached the corridor where the room of that one prisoner was located. I approached the mithrill door of the cell and looked inside through the gap between the cylindrical bars and the vision panel.

Beyond the door, I saw a woman who was sitting on her bed. She had a red metallic collar fitted around her neck, indicating that her level and skills had been sealed.

"You!"

When she noticed our presence, she quickly rose up and rushed to the door before tightly grabbing the mithrill bars. Her eyes were furious, and her face was contorted by rage.

"Hello there, Melville."

Behind the bars was where Melville, Rubina's daughter, was detained.