"What's going on? Why can't I feel the mana inside me?!"
The gray-haired woman's heart skipped a beat. The scorching, writhing whips that bound her body weren't just burning her last shreds of clothing into ashes—they had completely severed her connection to mana. Right now, she was as helpless as an ordinary person with no magical power.
Meanwhile, Alan, whose consciousness had been overtaken by the Lustful Curse, resembled a walking corpse.
A soft pink glow danced in his eyes, and his body instinctively leaned toward the gray-haired woman, as if seeking some form of solace from her presence.
Realizing she had been thoroughly caught off guard, the gray-haired woman finally broke down. Her lips trembled as she warned Alan:
"Don't… don't come any closer! I'm a duchess of the Kent Kingdom—"
Thud!
Before she could finish, Alan lunged, pinning her down by the waist, firmly locking her beneath him.
