I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

When Lynn looked at his body again, he suddenly realized that all the color on his body had been taken away.

Clothes, skin, hair... everything was transformed into patterns made up of black and white lines.

He became a painting.

……

In the corridor on the third floor of the city lord's manor.

The little girl in the black dress walked to the window and peeked out.

The night was dark and deserted outside.

She looked away, turned and walked towards the back garden, barefoot on the cool grass, and swung on the swing.

"really interesting."

She swung her legs and let out a soft, bell-like laugh.

"It was worth it... for me to expend my divine power to descend here."

Chapter 127 Born to be a servant?

Lynn was still in shock when the little girl in the black gothic dress appeared in this monotonous world.

She is the only color in this black and white world.

Her gorgeous dress, her short, silver-white hair, and her ruby-like eyes made her look incredibly beautiful.

She carried the thick, black book, her bound feet bare, and walked towards him step by step.

Lynn felt his soul trembling. He tried to back away, but found that his feet were stuck to paper and he couldn't move.

The little girl walked up to him, tilted her head and looked him over for a moment, then reached out her little hand and gently pushed him.

Lynn felt a tremendous force come over him, and he fell backward, crashing heavily onto the painting.

He was pushed down.

He tried to sit up, but found that he had completely lost control of his body and could only lie on the ground like a doll.

The little girl gracefully stepped over his body, and then... plopped down on his chest.

"..."

Holy crap?

Lynn's mind went blank.

What is this? An upgraded version of the "wall slam"?

He could even feel the softness of her body and the slightly itchy touch of the lace trim on her dress.

But is this the time to be thinking about these things?!

"Let me see what interesting things you're hiding on you."

The little girl seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting on a man's lap. She reached out her delicate white hand and explored Lynn's chest.

Her hand did not touch Lynn's body; instead, it went straight through him.

Lynn felt as if her soul was being grabbed by a soft little hand and then suddenly pulled outward!

The next second, a phantom was forcibly pulled out of his body.

The siren's skin and long hair turned white, and the scales on its tail were gray lines of varying shades. Its originally azure eyes had turned into two empty ink dots.

In this black and white world, she too became a painting.

"Siren, temple guardian, holy unicorn, broken-winged angel."

The little girl's voice carried a hint of novelty.

"It's hard to imagine them appearing next to an ordinary person."

Her small hand once again probed into Lynn's soul, pulling out one other phantom after another.

The unicorn, entirely white, was reduced to black outlines.

The broken-winged angel and the ferocious vulture head are depicted with remarkable realism.

And finally, the temple guard who held a long spear and exuded endless holy pressure was also transformed into a still black and white sculpture.

Four creatures that once existed only in myths and legends now floated above Lynn's body like cheap picture cards.

"It turns out that it relies on low-level forbidden techniques like the 'Binding Codex' and the connections they create."

The little girl lightly touched the siren's phantom with her fingertip and instantly understood the secret between Lynn and them.

"But……"

A look of confusion appeared on her little face.

"How did you come to encounter them? Logically speaking, mortals should have no way of coming into contact with these mythical creatures that have long been extinct."

Lynn was unable to answer.

He could only watch helplessly as his cards were revealed one by one, like a naked prisoner lying on the ground without dignity, at the mercy of others.

This feeling is worse than death.

Just then, a crystal-clear little foot suddenly dangled in front of him.

The little girl sat on his lap, swinging her legs listlessly, her tiny feet almost touching his nose.

Girl, do you even know that men and women are different?

Could you please move your feet away? I really don't like this.

If you keep swaying, I might...

Ok?

The little girl seemed to hear his thoughts, and stopped swaying.

She lowered her head, her ruby-like eyes looking at him with great interest.

Then, she slowly lifted her right foot.

Under Lynn's horrified gaze, that little foot stepped directly onto his face.

The soft touch and slightly cool temperature were clearly transmitted through the skin of my cheeks.

She even gently curled her toes and rubbed the sole of her foot against his face.

Holy crap.

Lynn's sanity teetered on the brink of collapse.

No, I really don't have a masochistic fetish; my fetish is the opposite.

You've made me lose face by doing this, you know that?

This is worse than death!

"The gods are resurrected, a great era is about to begin, and countless gods will fight to the death for that supreme throne."

The little girl stepped on his face, muttering ancient prophecies that were completely incongruous with her appearance.

She seemed lost in some distant memory, and after a moment, she removed her foot from Lynn's face.

Do you want to leave alive?

Lynn then realized that he could suddenly speak.

"Of course I want to. Who are you?"

The little girl didn't answer his question; she simply looked down at him.

"From now on, I am your master."

“Every time you see me, you will subconsciously submit and will not disobey any of my orders.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn felt as if an invisible mark had been branded into the depths of his soul.

An irresistible sense of obedience, stemming from a life-or-death instinct, instantly swept over his entire will.

"I heard you, you are my master."

Lynn muttered to himself unconsciously.

As soon as he said it, he realized what he had said.

I rely on!

Could this be a succubus?

You think you can hypnotize people? You're not their master! I'm your father!

Lynn roared inwardly, but his body remained completely still, and even the thought of resistance became extremely weak.

"very good."

The little girl nodded in satisfaction and stood up from him.

"Indeed, this unexpected visit to this godless land has been incredibly fruitful."

She stretched, her posture as languid as a cat that had just woken up.

"I was originally planning to endure the disgust and help clean up the filth around here, but now it seems that I have servants who can do it for me."

She glanced at Lynn, as if looking at a handy tool.

"Now we don't have to worry about that disgusting abyssal pollution."

Lynn was still wondering what she meant when he saw the little girl walking towards him again.

She wore a sweet smile, and her voice became incredibly gentle.

"Good boy, open your eyes."

Lynn did as she was told, opening her eyes as wide as possible.

The next second, he saw the little girl's finger poking at his left eye.

A sharp pain exploded instantly!

Lynn felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been shoved into the left side of his head and then violently stirred.

His left eye was gouged out.

"You're lucky."

The little girl's voice rang in his ears, carrying a hint of condescension.

"I'm giving you this wisp of divine power. From now on, it will serve as my eyes in this world. Help me collect materials."

"The colors in this book all depend on you."

Before Lynn could understand what she meant, he felt a round object being forcibly shoved into his empty eye socket.

The moment that thing touched his flesh, it quickly connected with his nerves and blood vessels.

A feeling of comfort flowed from his eyes and instantly spread throughout his body.

Lynn blinked.

The world is whole again.

No.

wrong.

To his surprise, when he looked at the little girl again, her gorgeous gothic dress suddenly disappeared for a moment.

A flawless, muscular body, without an ounce of excess fat, was laid bare before his eyes.

Although it was only for a brief moment, the breathtaking scene was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"I'm tired."

The little girl yawned and rubbed her eyes, completely unaware of the brief moment of exposure. Her previous clothes were formed from that wisp of divine power, so it was perfectly normal for them to be seen through. She could easily block the servant's indecent gaze with a slight adjustment.

"You should leave."

"From now on, I'll come here often... to bother you."