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"Where are they?" Churchill shouted as the purple mist dissipated, only to find no one around.

After settling the two ladies with Cyclone, Shia turned around and saw the same scene.

"Tsk!"

"They...they're gone..."

On this day, at the headquarters of the Southern Front, the man known as Allen, the hero, was captured.

And one mile away, an Allen Army carriage raced along.

The driver, clad in a cloak, calmly drove the carriage as if to conceal his identity as a magical puppet, unperturbed by desire.

"Phew~ That was dangerous~" Desire glanced at the man sleeping on his thigh.

"This man...damn it?! He can still get hard even when unconscious?!"

Desire laughed silently, having used excessive anesthetic to escape just now.

Although blown away by some unknown kid, he had successfully buying himself time to escape.

But the person affected by the poison would be paralyzed and fall into a deep sleep, and in this state, experience horrible nightmares because their bodies couldn't move.

Some might even bite their tongue out of fear while sleeping, so to prevent the source of information from dying, Desire let Cyclone sleep on his thigh.

But now, this man was laughing, and there was something mysterious protruding from his crotch.

"...This kid...did he make Yuna feel good?"

A smirk unintentionally formed at the corner of his mouth as Desire touched it with his hand.

"Not bad~ It's been greatly enhanced~ In that case...let me have some fun before I arrive~"

Afternoon passed, and the carriage finally arrived at the Tower of Desire.

Crossing over a mountain road, before a deep abyss in the mountains, stood a tall tower.

With the natural environment as a backdrop, it was a high tower before a huge cave.

And the tower was slightly tilted, leaning towards the abyss.

It was the Tower of the Sin of Desire, a tower that every generation of Desire took pride in, its architecture was an artistic masterpiece.

Upon reaching the Tower of Desire, Desire wiped away the filth from the corner of his mouth.

He lifted Cyclone with one hand and carried him into the city.

Ignoring the subordinates who came to express their concern, Desire brought Cyclone to a room.

The room was made of stone bricks and had an iron window. But it wasn't a prison cell; in fact, all the floors of the Tower of Sin were constructed this way.

As soon as Desire left the room, he said to his subordinates.

"Call Dudu! Hurry!"

A red monster, Dudu, arrived.

"Dudu, he's been poisoned. Help him recover."

"...The scent you mentioned is..."

As soon as Dudu spoke, Desire suddenly stepped back.

"It's, it's nothing~ Hahaha~ Hahaha~"

"... "

"Cough, cough! Anyway, undo the anesthesia on him first, wake him up, and then find out the location of King Allen."

"...I understand."

Dudu won't ask any further, although the answer is quite obvious, but he's used to it.

Dudu pushed open the door, and a young boy was sleeping on the bed.

"He's been poisoned..."

Even though he's a shaman, Dudu is still a doctor.

He treated Cyclone as a patient and examined him carefully.

After a while...

"This...there are no signs of poisoning no matter how I look at it?"

Dudu put on gloves and this time, he opened Cyclone's mouth and carefully examined his tongue.

"The tongue...the body...everything is fine? Huh?"

Suddenly, Dudu stepped back.

The red monster looked at his hand and accidentally put on a pair of torn gloves.

"Oh no! Luckily I caught it quickly, or it would have contaminated this..."

Just as Dudu realized he may have accidentally poisoned the patient, he froze.

Doctors are supposed to wear gloves, especially in situations where they come into contact with bodily fluids, to prevent the spread of unnecessary bacteria to the patient.

But Dudu had another reason for wearing gloves - his hands were contaminated with dark magic.

Although the damage caused by this dark magic was not severe, once it entangled a person, it would slowly be consumed by darkness.

However, Cyclone was still sound asleep.

Dudu stared blankly at his index finger, which had returned to its normal state through the hole in the glove.

"The poison on my finger... has been purified..."

-"Your confusion fragrance seems to be weakening?"

As Dudu recalled what he had said to Yuna, he looked back at Cyclone.

"Could this man... be Allen's hero?"

With his suspicions, Dudu cast a spell towards Cyclone.