Chapter 74: Imperial Investigation Corps

Driven by intense fear, the woman's crazed expression suddenly cleared. She clutched her hair in agony. "Please stop! We are from the Imperial Investigation Corps. Go save Miss Sherry Garcina; she's on the Claudia Road, retreating to the Nightfall Domain with crucial information about the corruption."

"What she's saying seems to be true. Their previous state was the result of mental collapse," Rosalia said seriously. She then addressed the two women, "For the future of the Empire, quickly share the important information. I sense a force in your minds rapidly expanding."

"We were attacked by horrifying corrupted monsters. Miss Sherry ordered us to retreat with the wounded, but in the Nightfall Domain, we were attacked by the cult..." Before the woman could finish, their heads exploded simultaneously, splattering the area with foul yellow and white matter.

Rosalia quickly moved in front of Field, waving her hand to block the filth. "They triggered a restriction spell. The caster didn't allow them to think about or mention something specific."

"No wonder they seemed deranged, like crazed cultists. They were mentally parasitized," Field said, frowning deeply. After crossing his fingers and pondering for a moment, he continued, "The Imperial Investigation Corps primarily investigates the extent of corruption. Normally, no human would attack them."

The spread of corruption concerns the safety of all humanity.

Field paced back and forth. "It could be a personal grudge within the Investigation Corps or a conspiracy by some organization. She tried to say a specific word but failed."

"This is frustrating. Corruption, cultists, heretics, and evil cults—it's all a mess."

Field felt overwhelmed by the various factions all stirring up trouble.

The Westward Expansion by the cultists had a significant impact.

Rosalia shrugged her snow-white shoulders after a moment of thought, yawning and covering her mouth slightly. "I'm clueless about the current state of the Empire, but this doesn't really concern us. No matter how bad it gets, it can't be worse than being surrounded by corrupted creatures, right?"

As Field's Chosen, Rosalia showed no loyalty to corrupted beings, having become a complete "corruption traitor" who slaughtered them without mercy.

"That's true." Field nodded, reminded by Rosalia. "I'm just a minor baron; I can't handle the Empire's major affairs."

"Without any profit to gain, all these factions are just trouble. As long as they don't mess with me, it's none of my business."

Feeling relieved, Field sheathed his Iris Longsword, transforming it into a brooch pinned to his chest. He flexed his wrists and said, "I need to think carefully about the Investigation Corps' issue. Let's head back to the grand winery first."

"I'm glad to see you relax." Rosalia lifted her skirt, smiling at Field. "I think my hidden stash is still here."

Now in her maiden form, Rosalia appeared somewhat aloof. She tiptoed through the spider corpses, digging out an iron chest from a cave corner.

"This is it."

Wow! A golden legend!

Opening the chest, Field was nearly blinded by the brilliance of the jewels and coins inside.

Various beautiful ornaments made of gold and silver, embedded with colorful gemstones, gleamed brightly in the dim environment. The chest was also full of gold, silver, and copper coins, indicating she even hoarded copper coins.

"A gift for you."

Rosalia lowered her head slightly, her voice much softer.

Her jade-like feet seemed uneasy, her knees rubbing together and even reddening from friction, showing her nervousness.

"Are you really giving this to me?" Field was stunned. In both his lives, this was the first time he received a gift from a girl, especially from such a beauty. Moreover, Rosalia mentioned this was her private stash, prepared as a dowry.

Could it be...

Rosalia's dress changed with her form, now exposing a snowy expanse of creamy skin and cleavage, fully displayed before Field.

She wasn't lying; Rosalia indeed had a great figure.

Her mature form must be even better.

"Of course, Sir Field. This wealth is yours to use as you wish." Rosalia smiled, raising her head. "From now on, you are my... foot servant."

Urgent! What should I do when a noble lady confesses to me?

This plot is moving too fast. We've only known each other for a few days, and we're talking about marriage?

Field's face turned red, his mind dizzy, and he instinctively reached out to hug her. "I really can't say no to you, becoming your husband... wait, what did you just say?"

"Becoming my foot servant, of course. Though it's my first time trying this, I believe you'll do a great job." Rosalia elegantly covered her mouth, chuckling.

"Foot... servant? What does that even mean?" Field slapped his forehead, cold sweat pouring down.

"It means taking care of my daily needs, making me happy, massaging my jade feet to relieve fatigue. And during morning and evening greetings, kissing my feet will suffice. Kissing elsewhere depends on your performance."

Field's mind conjured a question mark.

Give me back the cute loli! This perverse lady is too terrifying.

Originally thinking Rosalia was an M, it turned out she was an S?

"Please don't be ridiculous!" Field sternly refused, knocking her on the head, giving her a "sugar-roasted chestnut" with anger. "Little girl, don't be outrageous. Today, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who's boss."

Massaging feet is fine, but it shouldn't become a ritual. I love doing it, but it doesn't mean I have to!

Liking jade feet doesn't mean becoming a simp—no way.

"Ugh." Rosalia rubbed her head, giggling. "I was just teasing you, dear Field. How could I bear to make you a slave?"

I don't think you're joking.

Field sighed deeply, then smiled. "Thank you for your generosity. Keep the jewelry; I'll use the coins to develop the territory and repay you a hundredfold in the future."

"Just treat me well. I like your gentleness and sense of responsibility." Rosalia was delighted. "Don't mind my earlier joke. Actually, I want to be your foot servant."

"Pfft! Please stop." Field almost spat out blood. "At least not now."

I knew it; you're an M. I wasn't wrong.

Continuing like this, we'll be struck by the "Great Dao's" laws.

"By the way, let's check around. Since they're from the Investigation Corps, they must have equipment nearby." Field remembered the main issue. He was nearly broke, having lost a significant amount of military gear in the main building battle. Now, he craved weapons and equipment.