My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

The entire room has been transformed into an extremely spacious open-air hot spring bath, with steaming water vapor swirling in the air.

In the very center of the bathhouse is a sizable hot spring pool. The water has been boiled to a boiling point, with bubbles of all sizes constantly rising from the bottom and popping and crackling on the scalding surface.

As Weiss's gaze swept across the boiling bath, he vaguely caught sight of two graceful figures.

One of them was Cassandra's signature long purple hair, while the other appeared to be a blurry white figure.

Before he could even make out the details of the white figure, it vanished into the rising steam as if it had sensed his gaze, leaving not a ripple behind.

Weiss was slightly taken aback.

He remembered that since he came to the Lunette family, he had glimpsed the mysterious white figure several times in the corridors and gardens of the mansion, but each time he ran away before he could see the face clearly, and could only vaguely sense that it was a woman.

However, Cassandra is, after all, the current head of the Lunette family, one of the Triads, so it's normal for her to have bodyguards to protect her safety.

Given the current steamy bath environment, if he were to directly use his wind field to carefully investigate the identity of the figure from earlier, it would be somewhat perverse.

He pretended he hadn't seen anything...

"Oh, it's my brother-in-law..."

Just then, Sandra's weak voice came from the boiling hot pool, her tone carrying a sense of exhaustion, as if she had been steamed by the high temperature, but at least she could still form complete sentences.

Because the surface of the bath was constantly churning with dense bubbles and steam, Weiss couldn't see anything clearly under that thick, hazy mist. He could only vaguely make out a figure with long purple hair leaning against the edge of the hot spring pool with his back to him.

"I'm here to ask for access to the forbidden library again, and also to check on your health. I didn't expect you to be using the hot spring as your bedroom..."

"Seriously, Miss Cassandra, you actually take a bath in boiling water...?"

Weiss asked in a somewhat strange tone.

This is quite a bizarre hobby.

The young swordsman didn't pay any attention to the teasing in the other person's words.

"Do you think murderers like us can just lie down and get a good night's sleep? None of the legendary Sword Saints of Lunette ever needed a bed..."

"Also, the water in the pool wasn't actually boiling water at first; it was boiled by my body heat. I once contained an oral contraindication, the Lava Crown, number 311. The more unstable my emotions are, the higher the heat I emit."

"As you can see, my killing threshold has already exceeded its limit. If you don't come soon, I'll only be able to hold out until tonight before I have to go out of the city to start killing..."

Upon hearing Cassandra's words, Weiss took a few more steps toward the bathtub.

It seems my arrival was quite timely.

However, he had only taken two steps forward when Cassandra suddenly called out to stop him.

"Weiss, don't go any further..."

"I'm feeling a bit emotional right now. Could you please treat me right here at the door?"

It's possible...

Weiss didn't say much, he just obediently stopped.

This was the first time he had been rejected by the Little Sword Saint, and a slight sense of surprise flashed through his mind.

Although many guesses flashed through my mind in an instant, it couldn't possibly be that the little sword saint felt embarrassed to be seen by me, could it?

Without a doubt, the probability of this possibility is zero.

He could just assume that the little swordsman was worried about losing control of his emotions and hurting himself.

So, Weiss sat down cross-legged on the ground about five meters away, releasing a gentle breeze to soothe the little swordsman's killing intent.

This time, he deliberately activated some of the Snowflake's secrets, making the wind field even colder, which immediately cooled down the little sword saint's restless and frenzied emotions.

Cassandra, who was immersed in boiling water, tilted her head slightly and then blinked in surprise.

Strange, the treatment was so effective this time?

It's important to understand that Weiss's previous treatments only addressed the symptoms, not the root cause. Even if the symptoms subsided slightly, the kill threshold would rise back up within a few days.

This time, even the speed at which the killing intent was rising again was controlled.

A dozen minutes later, seeing the killing threshold, which was several times higher than normal, gradually receding, the little swordsman hesitated slightly before speaking up again and suggesting:

"Weiss, could you come a little closer? I've calmed down a bit..."

Weiss was somewhat puzzled.

How come this woman changes her mind so quickly?

Just a moment ago, they were absolutely determined not to let him take another step forward, but now they're urging him to come along.

It wasn't because he was shy that he refused to get close...

So Weiss didn't refuse. He stood up from the ground and walked to the edge of the bath, sitting down on the poolside behind the little swordsman.

He gently raised his right hand and placed his palm on her fair, tender shoulder, which was scalding hot from being soaked in boiling water.

Such close-fitting treatment does indeed lead to better results and a better overall condition.

The little swordsman exhaled a deep breath with a hint of pleasure, which also calmed the boiling water around him.

"What, do you think my suggestion just now was strange?"

"It's alright. After all, this is probably the first time you've built up your killing threshold to this level. I could feel your killing intent even standing outside the door. You're probably worried that you might not be able to resist drawing your sword against me..."

Weiss spoke calmly and slowly.

However, upon hearing this, the young swordsman turned his head in disbelief.

"What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly draw my sword against you?"

"You know, even if I'm feeling incredibly pent up, I wouldn't even kill my own maid. Wouldn't it be better to go out and secretly kill a few strangers? I'm not some tragic character from a angst novel..."

"That's true..."

Weiss couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed upon hearing this.

While what the little swordsman said might be a bit unfair to passersby, it is indeed the truth.

He had never heard of any superhuman with a killing system who would harm their own family and friends.

"If that's the case, why didn't you let me get any closer earlier?"

"because......"

"The moment you walked in, I had a fleeting thought of killing you with my sword."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere in the bathtub froze completely in that instant.

Weiss stared incredulously at the little swordsman, whose expression was incredibly serious, even somewhat self-righteous.

At that moment, he truly believed it.

Many superhumans with killing systems, when they cannot find a way to vent their rage through killing for a long time, will use this special behavior as a second alternative way to release their killing impulses.

Presumably, the little swordsman stopped himself in time because of his last shred of rationality.

In the silence, Weiss continued to repeat the soothing actions of the wind field, but for some reason, the progress bar seemed to be stuck, and no matter what he did, he could not reduce Cassandra's bloodlust.

There is still a killing impulse that exceeds the threshold by about 300% and cannot be reduced further.

Weiss frowned slightly.

This is not due to a lack of ability on their part.

It seems more likely that something went wrong on the Little Sword Saint's side.

"That's about it; this is the limit of external relief."

"Considering the side effects of using black nails, the remaining amount probably won't decrease for the time being..."

The little swordsman's tone remained largely unchanged.

But her body temperature was still frighteningly high.

It was probably around 70 or 80 degrees Celsius. If it were an ordinary human, it would have burned through long ago. Only superhumans could withstand such an absurdly high temperature.

"So, are there no other ways to alleviate this?"

"Yes, there is. If you could soak with me for a while, maybe I'd calm down a bit and stop thinking about all those messy, emotionally agitated things..."

The Little Sword Saint was just saying it casually, as usual, to tease the Natural Man.

To her disbelief, Weiss actually intended to stick his legs into the bathtub.

The young swordsman quickly widened his eyes and reached out to stop him.

What are you doing?

"You want to come in fully clothed? Then do you still need this pool...?"

"I can't exactly come in dressed like this, can I?" Weiss said helplessly.

"Why not? Aren't you a natural man? This level of shame is practically irrelevant to you, right?"

"..."

"..."

That makes a lot of sense.

Weiss was unable to refute it.

In addition, he and the Little Sword Saint had already kissed twice. Given this hidden ambiguous relationship, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with taking a bath together.

Anyway, I'm already a promiscuous man who has bathed with both the Ice Queen and the Snow Queen...

Moreover, he was indeed a little uneasy leaving the little sword saint, whose kill threshold was off the charts, all alone.

Thinking of this, the little swordsman turned his head...

Weiss slowly and deliberately took off his dress, and then, taking advantage of the steam from the hot water, stepped into the hot spring bath.

Holy crap, it's so hot...

Weiss was so startled that he only realized what was happening after a moment's thought.

What's the difference between this and stewing yourself in an iron pot?

He took several deep breaths to stimulate the airflow and alleviate the pain, which made him feel slightly less pained.

At this moment, the two were bathing together. The little sword saint remained outwardly calm, but stared at Weiss for a long time with a strange look in his eyes.

Weiss was somewhat puzzled by her stare.

"what happened?"

"fine......"

The young swordsman turned his head slightly, looking somewhat awkward.

I am extremely confused.

Based on her original understanding of Weiss, she knew that he would definitely use his loyalty to his wife to make excuses for a long time, and he would never be able to get over his conscience.

Unexpectedly, he actually came in after I just said it casually, and shamelessly took off his tuxedo.

This was truly unexpected...

This guy, is he really that concerned about his health?!

--at the same time

Located in the main hall of Lunette.

Elune, who was playing board games with the three little ones, slowly narrowed her eyes and looked up thoughtfully in a certain direction upstairs.

"So, what wasn't fear after all..."

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[Family members, there are several thousand more words at the end of this chapter, but they are definitely extra content that violates the rules. They will be posted in the book club group at midnight tonight.]

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