Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 37: Chaos Walking

Unbeknownst to Egil, Percival was now convulsing blood in between violent seizures and his skin turned pale as that of a corpse.

The bottle Zaja gave him contained his pheromones and bloodily fluids mixed in a specific ratio. When a woman sniffed it, it was sure to turn her into a wet bitch. But when a man sniffed it, it gave him a sense of extreme calm and serenity, something one would regard as a high.

However, when inhaled past a certain dosage by a man, it could lead to adverse conditions such that which Percival was experiencing.

Due to the mother-son relationship between the Queen Mother and Percival, whenever he was in trouble or danger, she would appear out of nowhere to his rescue. This time was no different, and in a small controlled tornado of sand, she appeared in her son’s office, and rushed to his side.

"Per... Per... Percival!" She reached for her son’s head as it convulsed, blood oozing from his mouth. But barely had she touched his head that the King uttered a guttural roar, sending his mother flying with a wild swing.

"Gahhhhhhhhhrrrrrwwwwww!"

Although she was taken by surprise, the Queen Mother was able to control her trajectory mid air and land on her feet. Percival somehow found the strength to leap from the ground, banging his fists in his chest while thick red blood oozed from his pores.

She sniffed once and then again, picking up the scent from Percival. "This smell... It’s some kind of aphrodisiac, is this the effect of taking it in excess?" The Queen Mother could already feel the aphrodisiac taking effect in a womanhood, but she used a cloth to shield her nose in other to stay focused or risk feeling the need to hump her own son!

Then that was when she noticed the Ruby Cloud Dust mark on his forehead and chest. She instantly recognized it and what it was used for, it was at this moment she realized that Percival’s current state was as a result of overdosing on the fragrance and using the Ruby Cloud Dust simultaneously.

The Queen Mother still cutting off her sense of smell with a cloth over her nose put some more distance between Percival and her.

"Arrgghh! Frag rance frag rance! I love frag rance! Hehehe, get out of here!!!" In a series of clown like growls, Percival blurted out, making the Queen Mother realize that her son was somehow trying to warn her about the smell cascading the atmosphere in the room.

Sadly, the combination of this two substances were very lethal to the male’s body and became a mind altering poison.

Poor Percival had his experts examine the fragrance, but failed to realize they didn’t have the ability to find out the origin or the properties of the product.

And instead of admitting that they couldn’t identify the origins of the scent and it’s actual class or contents, the incompetent fools lied through their pie holes and blamed it as an intervention of the states enemy in Blackfield Gorge.

"Egil! Oh Egil my first and only son! How could you have done this! You have committed high treason and now a traitor to the state, why son?" Percival said in between fumbled words and shaking with despair.

In that instant, the Queen Mother realized that while she obsessed about Hillary, someone hand cleverly used the prince to target her son.

"Gahhhhhrrrrr!" Just when she was processing the situation, Percival uttered another loud roar and made a violent attempt to attack the Queen Mother.

With bloodlust in his eyes, he summoned his Mace which smashed through the wall of the room and landed into his hand. He lunged at the Queen Mother, swinging with reckless abandon.

"Your brain and body is corrupted son!" She said with a concerned look on her face.

The Queen Mother weaved a few more of Percival’s attacks and when she found an opening, she instantly performed a mudra and slammed her hand into his chest.

"Blood bending..."

She instantly took control of Percival’s blood within his body using her psychic abilities. The blood oozing from his nose retracted and she began to control every living cell and muscle of her son.

She caused him to drop the Mace and then drained blood from his brain to the rest of his body, causing his vision to become drowsy as he started to loose consciousness.

Percival fell face first, going from a herculean King to an emaciated sewer rodent.

Watching her son with a wry smile, she joined her hands in another different set of mudra and sent the fragrance pervading the scene flying through the ceiling.

Here, the Queen Mother pulled in a deep breath, kneeling by Percival’s side, and starting to drain the fragrance from his body.

But as she moved her hands, she realized that she had a couple patches of stains on them. The stains were obviously from the Ruby Cloud Dust and she had touched it when she came in contact with Percival’s chest.

Now, while she had the ability to drain the fragrance, for every bit of it that she had absorbed earlier it was now used simultaneously with the Ruby Cloud Dust. The effect was instant and different from that of a man — dark circles began forming under her eyes as she shook from head to toe.

Meanwhile, Hillary held two contracts in her hands, in the left, the original wedding contract House submitted to the Queen Mother and in the right a contract of servitude.

The moment the Queen Mother left the scene and returned to the palace, the contracts were immediately delivered to her, both has already been signed by Zaja, only waiting for the noble lady’s signature to take effect.

According to custom, the day before the wedding ceremony, the couple’s elders would review the contract, possibly adding last minute terms such as extra concubines for the groom or larger allowance for the bride, then have the couple sign the contract.

House Valthorne didn’t draft a sinister request, they only asked that Hillary surrender control of all her wealth and assets to Zaja.

This was a common practice among nobles, the bride surrending all her riches to the groom. However that was only so when a noble married another noble.

In rare cases like this, the lesser classed man was expected to take his noble wife’s name and basically do his best to make her life a fairy tale.

But how could Elyria be satisfied with that kind of agreement? The Valthorne matriarch made sure that if Hillary did become Zaja’s wife, she would not only lose all her assets to him but also be unable to stop him from taking concubines.

Already furious by the situation, Hillary dos Wagner refused to sign. But now, Zaja himself was urging her to make her choice, putting her in a tough spot.

A wedding ceremony or an enslavement ceremony.

With the contract, Zaja also left a note stating that if Hillary chose the wedding path, Zaja could make no promise about what the future had in store for her.

But if she gave up and instead accepted to become his servant, then at the very least he would treat her like his pet.