Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 150: Don’t Touch What You Shouldn’t Touch

Chapter 153: Don’t Touch What You Shouldn’t Touch

The emperor governs a nation, commanding authority over all directions, ruling the land with power in his grasp. Yet not all matters are handled directly by him; he delegates tasks to the prime minister and officials to manage affairs.

His role is to make the final decisions and heed the advice of his ministers. What should be left for others to handle, he does not micromanage.

Governance of a country is like this.

The management of a faction is the same.

Aizen had now built the most basic framework for his faction.

Both its overt and covert operations were functioning smoothly.

Now that Lilith had advanced to become an outer disciple and officially joined him to help manage the faction, it was an ideal arrangement. This allowed him more time and energy to focus on Sorcery arts, to pursue greater strength and higher realms.

In the inner courtyard of the mansion stood a pavilion.

This was where Simone resided.

When Aizen arrived, the pavilion was empty—Simone was not there.

He stood quietly by the lakeside in front of the pavilion, gazing at the shimmering ripples of the lake under the setting sun. From time to time, fish stirred the water, revealing the flick of a tail. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

It wasn’t until dusk that someone arrived.

Three people came: Simone, Johnny, and Goro.

"What are you doing here?"

Simone’s voice was cold, her expression tinged with wariness.

She had already heard some rumors—that Aizen intended to support the newly arrived outer disciple and take a hands-off approach.

If he was here now, it was very likely to assert his dominance over her.

"I’m about to leave for a while. You’ll continue investigating the Twilight Shadow Clan; I won’t interfere with that.

But aside from that, while I’m granting you authority over this task, you are not to meddle in any other matters within the city. Those matters will be handed over to Lilith."

Aizen continued to gaze at the lake, its ripples now reflecting moonlight instead of the glow of the setting sun.

"Heh," Simone sneered, "you seem to have forgotten that you’re merely a consul. I am also a consul, and I don’t need to follow your arrangements."

The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile, her eyes glinting as she glanced at Johnny and Goro beside her.

Perhaps with these two pledging loyalty to her, she felt emboldened.

Moreover, she wasn’t wrong—her status and rank were equal to Aizen’s. He indeed lacked the authority to command her.

"I’ve said it before—having a woman with a big chest is fine, but not if her head is empty.

Your position was given by others and can be trampled by others. Have you forgotten the pain after your wounds healed?"

Aizen suddenly turned his gaze toward her. His eyes glinted coldly, like the rippling waves of the lake, exuding a chilling sharpness.

"What? Are you planning to use force to suppress me?"

Simone’s expression shifted slightly but softened her tone, her gaze flickering. "Junior Brother Aizen, if you were truly stationed in the city, I wouldn’t overstep.

Everything in this city is yours. It was conquered through your strength. Naturally, I wouldn’t steal from your bowl.

But..."

Her gaze turned sharp. "Wherever you are, strength is king. Once you leave, you expect me to submit to some greenhorn girl on your mere word? To tuck my head like a turtle and not lift a finger? That’s impossible."

"Is that so?"

Aizen chuckled lightly.

He raised his hand.

As he did so,Simone’s delicate face suddenly turned deathly pale.

It wasn’t because Aizen unleashed some powerful Sorcery or used sorcery.

It was because her shoulders were suddenly gripped by two hands—one on each side.

These hands moved incredibly fast, instantly locking onto her Shoulder Well Point. immobilizing her.

"You two!"

Simone’s face turned ashen, her eyes filled with disbelief as she looked at the two beside her.

These two should have been unwaveringly loyal to her.

Especially Johnny—she had always known he admired her deeply and sought her favor, remaining utterly devoted to her.

She understood his feelings but never satisfied him, occasionally casting him fleeting glances of affection.

Because she believed she understood men’s nature.

In her view, men were like ungrateful wolves. Give them a little benefit, and they’d follow you everywhere.

But if you gave them everything, and they realized you had nothing more to offer, they’d kick you aside.

Men were fickle, unable to cherish what they had. Once they fully gained a woman, they’d grow bored and betray her.

Yet, if they couldn’t have the woman, they’d go to great lengths to prove their devotion.

This was what Simone firmly believed.

But now, she discovered something terrifying.

Men were just as changeable.

One moment, they revered you as a saintess; the next, they’d kick you aside, slap you in the face, and treat you like a prostitute.

Now, she looked utterly ridiculous—like a prostitute discarded without mercy.

She thought she had recruited two reliable allies, believing that with Johnny and Goro’s loyalty, she could stand against Aizen and seize some power.

But now, it seemed...

Completely Wrong.

She fell silent and didn’t ask any more questions.

It was meaningless.

When someone chooses to betray, their heart has long since turned away. Asking would be futile and would only result in a colder, harsher answer.

"Great Plain City is yours... Everything here is yours. No one can take it... No one," Simone said with a despondent shake of her head. She wouldn’t cry, but an overwhelming bitterness gripped her.

The last time, she had been forced by Aizen to submit, reduced to being his pawn, and had her painstakingly cultivated Heart-Ripping Claw technique stripped away.

Later, she went on a frenzied killing spree, barely escaping death multiple times as she was hunted down. Through the slaughter of over a hundred young girls, she managed to recover her claw technique using remnants of her Sorcery foundation and even made a slight breakthrough in her strength.

But now, once again, she had fallen.

Lacking the strength to rival someone, one could rely on intellect to compensate—but just as Aizen had said, she had a large chest but lacked a brain to match.

"Senior Brother Aizen,"

Johnny and Goro dragged Simone in front of Aizen.

Their faces were cold, as if they didn’t even recognize the woman in their grip, showing no regard for Simone’s status as a consul.

Status is given by others—and trampled by others.

Aizen reached out, gently gripping Simone’s delicate, fair chin, meeting her gaze directly.

"The last time, I told you that if you crossed me again, I would kill you."

Simone’s pupils contracted, her eyes flickering with unease.

Aizen chuckled softly and patted her cheek. "But this time, you showed some sense... Obey me. Don’t touch what you shouldn’t touch. Only touch what I allow you to touch!"

"Release her. Follow her, and continue with whatever unfinished business you have," Aizen said, his final words echoing as he left the courtyard.

Johnny and Goro let go of Simone’s arms. This time, they had undoubtedly offended her beyond repair.

But... with the benefits Aizen had given them, what did betrayal matter?