Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle

[Author: I split the chapter into 2 due to its size. The surprise I told you the last chap WILL be in the NEXT chapter which will be out today. So you can read both together. Sorry about this]

Play this when you read the last part and try to imagine. :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiP14ED28CA

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What did the system meant by that? It sounded really bad.

He never wished for the Assbuster to feed on his body. 'The Damn system. It must have tweaked my wish to see me suffer.'

Maybe it can be a good thing, but the increasing hunger told him otherwise. Hitler couldn't worry about the possible consequences this 'wish he never meant' will cause him.

Even if it got rid of one of his menial daily tasks, the idea of a parasite dictating his hunger angered Hitler.

As he was lost in thought, a knock was heard along with a pleasant voice.

"May I come in, Your Highness."

"Yes."

"How are you? Did you sleep well?"

Hitler turned around and asked Eva, who seemed confused.

The witch in front of him and the witch he saw yesterday were two completely different people. After a thorough bath, her long hair draped over her shoulders like a shawl and had a soft luster. Her body was still so thin that a strong breeze could topple her, but her cheeks were rosy and the bruises and marks on her neck had faded. She recovered very fast.

Hitler walked around the girl. "Does your dress fit well?"

Eva wore clothes that he had carefully selected to satisfy his lewd tastes. The maids' dresses, was there any better clothing than this?

Even though this world had no modern maid outfits, it was not an issue since the current maid clothes were similar to those of older generations. Thus, Hitler took a set of clothes from Tyre and made it cut to Eva's size.

"Your Highness… What can I do for you?" Eva asked.

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Anna really could not understand what this was up to. As she was dragged out of the dungeon with a bag over her head, she thought she would soon be free from her cursed life. However, after taking off the bag, Anna found herself not in the gallows or the guillotine, but a magnificent room. Then, a bunch of people flooded in and began undressing and bathing her and later clothed her in comfortable clothes.

Finally, a bearded old man entered the room, and after he ordered everyone else to step out, he placed a contract in front of her. At this moment Anna realized that the man who said he wanted to hire her in the dungeon was actually Prince Roland of this kingdom and that he wasn't joking. The contract clearly stated that if she worked as the personal maid for the prince, she would be paid a gold royal every month.

He even gave her a name, Eva.

To be paid such a high salary, was her job to sleep with the prince? Anna had heard the maids whispering this while she was bathing, but she didn't think she was worth this price. Her blood was tainted by the devil, so anyone who knew of her identity avoided her at all costs.

However, no one came into her bedroom that night, and she fell asleep peacefully. It was the softest bed Anna had ever slept in, so she lay down and immediately fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, it was already noon, and lunch was being served in her room, consisting of bread, cheese, and steak. She had been ready to die, but after tasting the luxurious meal, Anna could not but start to cry.

Standing in this garden that looked nothing like her prison cell, Anna secretly made up her mind. Since the prince needed her, whether wearing strange clothes or even using the devil's power, she was willing to try. So, she repeated her question, but without hesitation this time.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

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"What's your name?" Hitler asked.

"Your Highness." Eva got confused thinking the prince forgot her name already. "It's Anna."

"I asked you, what's your name?" Hitler asked again, but this time with a louder tone.

Eva panicked at this change. Soon she brightened up as she answered.

"Eva. Your Highness. My name is Eva."

"Anna? Never heard that name. Do you know anyone with that name, Eva?"

"No...No. Your Highness." The new Eva replied, understanding the game the prince was playing.

"Good."

Hitler already planned what he needed to do with Eva.

Even though he recognizes she has Eva's soul, she was currently without any memory of their past life. So she had no memory of their long love life and a marriage that lasted only 40 hours till their suicide together.

Hitler did not care about what happened to others, but Eva was someone who stayed with him in his death. Even after writing a will that will make her rich after his death, she didn't abandon him.

She might have lived as a sheltered woman, but she had the courage to die with him. And with her new body and identity, he had to take it slow and steady with their relationship. Being Prince Roland, he can make her his wife or lover forcefully without any questions asked. But that's not what intended to gain with her.

There was also the possibility that he was just assuming her soul as Eva's. But, Hitler chose to trust his senses and discarded that possibility.

He realized she lacked control over her witch flame ability. Although he had direct experience with more dangerous Hell flame and have no fear over the regular flame, he had to consider that he is in a mortal body.

If he decided to consummate with Eva and her flames come out, he will get burns and more importantly his rifle will be burned to ashes inside her. So, it was to the utmost priority that she learned how to control her power for the safety of his little brother.

"Right now, I want you to learn to control your own strength. Practice it over and over until you can send out and retract your flames freely."

Even though he was curious about witches and occult culture, he didn't like the fact Eva herself turned to one. That made him feel powerless inside and his inferiority complex couldn't help kick in.

"After gaining control over your flames, you will be in charge of heating my bathwater, helping creating fire for cooking and heating my room during winter. Also, learn how to cook as well. If I travel, you will come with me and will be in charge of fire creation and cooking."

Firepower was an important ability, especially in warfare. But Hitler who believes women's role should be in the house and raising kids didn't want to use a witch's power if possible. He wants a wizard.

Anna perplexedly looked at Hitler. "You mean the devil's…"

"What Devil's Power." Hitler interrupted her. "Never even heard of someone called Devil, unless it's another name for the Hell King. Even that old Fu©ker don't even care to bother with these silly worlds. It's either one of the Lord's powers or some other natural phenomena."

"Most people in the world have the misconception that witches' power belongs to the devil and is incredibly evil, but they are wrong." Hitler bent down and met her at eye level.

***Ding: Insult against The Mighty King detected. Sending punishment request to Assbuster. Commencing punishment.

Mode: Multidirectional bust.***

The witch blinked her beautiful blue eyes.

Because in front of her, after saying somethings she was not able to understand, the standing prince started wiggling of a sudden.

"Your Highness, are you fine?"

"Ye-es," Hitler said while biting his teeth hard. He tried his best to endure the pain, but the body couldn't help twitch along with the periodic tearing pain.

Keeping his hands low, the prince's lower body moved unpredictably. Or to be more accurate, it moved the direction where his ass got busted. He tried to use his hands to hold his body steady but it ended in combination moves of hand and lower body.

"Your Highness. Is this a special dance?" Anna asked.

"Ahh. Yes. Good girl. You are clever." Hitler managed to say as Eva herself came up with a cover-up. Dance, but he never liked dancing. Can this movement even be called dancing?

"No wonder you were standing all this time. This could be your dancing time, and my arrival disturbed you. I am sorry."

"Ahhh. Never mind me. You start practicing." He said as he 'danced.'

A dance style unique to him in the new world was perfected that day, with the assistance of the exclusive Assbuster.

Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle.