Snake Charmer

"No, young master, please, I am humbled," responded Sek softly.

Jody almost could not resist blushing when hearing her enchantingly gentle voice speak meekly to him. How could this little girl possess such appeal? Was he the only one affected in this way? Wasn't this what a crush felt like? He couldn't possibly be experiencing a crush on this tomboy.

Jody hurriedly replied, "Ahem. Alright, alright, less of this. Gramps, shall we continue?"

The surrounding elders all paled when they heard Jody continuously say "gramps."

"Hm?" Geb was deep in conversation with the voice in his mind. Of course, no one knew this. He seemed lost in thought to the crowd, causing them to all hold their breaths until he said, "Ah! Of course."

Instantly, pressure bore down on the two children once more, forcing Sek to her knees. Jody, on the other hand, experienced no changes. Geb's eyes widened in shock before he noticed an ethereal barrier centered around the grimoire floating directly in front of the boy.

He was genuinely astounded by this book.

"Cough, cough. Ahem. Josiah, could you dispel your grimoire there?" Asked Grandpa Geb, scratching his nose.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. I can only summon for a short period anyway," With a thought, the grimoire closed shut, and instantly, the pressure started to affect Jody. However, this time, he was only forced down to one knee. Sylvester was forced to land on the ground beside him. Following this, the two children looked each other in the eyes and repeated the oath Grandpa Geb taught them in dhivãc.

"Shadows reign in the day's light," said Jody.

"The bright stars illuminate the night," replied Sek.

Jody: The purge awaits.

Sek: The merge creates.

"With this oath, may we tie our fates!" exclaimed both children.

Following this, Jody pinched his skin, drawing a drop of blood. Sylvester released a howl, and then serenity and rebirth runes condensed in the air before flying into that drop of blood, making it glow in violet and crimson light. Jody was shocked by this, but he didn't doubt Sylvester at all. Sylvester snickered as he was testing a theory since this girl's blood smelled familiar.

Geb, Abercorn, Osiris, Isis, and Ke Si all had their eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

It was evident to them that the combat soul had done this of its own volition. It was sentient.

"A heavenly grimoire indeed..." whispered Lady Isis privately.

The last part of the ceremony was for the master to form a blood contract with the servant. However, as soon as this drop of blood glowed on Jody's finger, the scent that entered Sek's nose made her eyes glaze over and become heated in passion.

This look startled Jody, as many women had looked at him like this in his former life. Merely this was a strange look to see from a child. He didn't want to lose his innocence here. Jody had an ominous premonition as those eyes locked on to his blood. Sek Si slowly approached him with a feverish look in her eyes as she stared at the drop of blood. Jody suddenly realized she wasn't lusting for him but for his blood!

Caught off guard, Jody no longer thought it wise to let his blood come in contact with this girl, and he immediately put his finger in his mouth, sucking the blood off. Sly was speechless, having never expected Jody to do this. He thought it would be funny to see their new servant sucking Jody's finger like a toddler. But this was now heading into uncharted territory...

Jody assumed that this trick would work on any child, even one from a different world. It's not like she would go crazy and wrestle with him for the blood, right? Sadly, this action ultimately backfired on him. Sek Si rushed to pounce him, sliding down her mask and placing her little lips on his as she used her tongue to part Jody's lips and capture his tongue that still had the blood on it.

She started sucking on his tongue slowly and deeply. The child's eyes became enthralled, like she had tasted candy for the first time, and her actions became even more feverish. The sensation was absolutely incredible. Jody was distraught with pleasure.

Although he was also a child himself, this was only on the outside.

He closed his eyes helplessly as mysteriously esoteric hieroglyphics and curse marks spread from their mouths to all over their bodies.

While most of the crowd of elders were speechless at this turn of events, Jody's arms flailed around for a moment before dropping to his sides, hanging loosely. He felt as if his soul was being sucked out through his mouth and then tied around hers before returning to his body.

This, in fact, was similar to the reality of what happened. This contract bound Sek Si's soul to Jody's indefinitely. Her soul would always carry his brand, and her bloodline was now connected to his own.

"What's going on? Sek seemed almost…possessed a moment ago," Ke Si was very frightened, inwardly praying to the heavens that his niece was okay.

"It would appear to me that apart from her bloodline, the combat soul she's fused with has some resonance with the boy's Sky Wolf. Whatever that Sky Wolf did to his master's lifeblood likely caused this reaction from Sek," Abercorn assessed while preparing to glance at First Lady Isis for the briefest of moments.

Unfortunately, he was immediately startled.

The current First Lady, Isis, looked ready to kill. How could she be calm watching this smutty Si clan girl corrupt her dear eight-year-old child? That girl dared bond herself to their noble blood? That girl dared molest Isis' child?! This was worthy of torture and death. Something in Isis' mind that she wasn't wholly aware of snapped, and so did she!

She dashed forward before anyone could react!

However, one person here was fast enough to react, if not half a breath late. A shadow swiftly appeared two meters in front of Lady Isis.

A young man with a bald head, brown eyes, and a tall, muscular build moved like the wind and desperately held Lady Isis' arms at her waist. This man was Disaster Myth Kwamé Swift, an Honored Elder of House Trillwolf and a Five Element Wolf pack brother. His official title was Disaster Myth, while Kwamé Swift was his true name.

Kwamé's arms were surrounded by mysterious scarlet-golden energy that was nearly ethereal but made the space within itself scrambled like a Picasso painting.

Kwamé pleaded with her, "Wait, wait, wait, my lady, please, please, please, they are mere children; do not react so harshly!"

"Remove yourself, Kwamé, or I will remove you on my own!" screamed Lady Isis, showing absolutely no fear as invisible pressure started building up around her.

The chaotic distortion around Kwamé's arms slowly became docile. After this, his arms slowly froze, purple frost spreading visibly. Kwamé instantly paled at this!

Was the first lady truly so strong? He couldn't even resist!

When the other pack members saw Kwamé beginning to freeze, they suddenly woke up and moved forward in unison. The short but stocky elder, Greater Earth Max Dirt, was suddenly surrounded by khaki-colored energy, and his hair changed to a brownish-red hue. Elder Dirt clapped both of his hands together before slamming them on the ground while muttering incantation runes that sunk into the earth. A crack opened in the land below Kwamé Swift's feet, swallowing him inside.

"Good, Max! My lady, halt!" Hell's Daughter Charlotte Slaughter's long black hair danced as a pale gold aura exploded outward, her steps instantly closing in on Lady Isis.

Elder Slaughter slashed out with a sword made of her own mana. This attack used only 20% of Elder Slaughter's strength and was not meant actually to harm the First Lady. It was merely to make her retreat. Unfortunately, to Charlotte Slaughter's shock, the sword went straight through Isis Trillwolf. The lady's image faded away like she was never even there.

"Illusion! Watch ou..." Charlotte's words were destined never to finish.

A soft hand gently pressed her neck, like being touched by a cloud, giving Elder Slaughter more than just goosebumps.

"So pretty, but you clearly have lost interest in living," Isis' bell-like voice was icy, and made Elder Slaughter feel helpless.

Isis calmly stepped from behind Charlotte Slaughter, gently caressing her neck like a lover. Starting from the neck, Charlotte was rapidly encased in a paper-thin layer of purple-silver ice until she was utterly motionless.

"Charlotte! Lady Isis, you go too far!" Fire First Mercer dashed forward and leaped into the air.

His form transformed into that of a terrifying wolfman whose torso was covered in a black steel chain. The wolfman looked like a monster with red scales that oozed with purple magma. A menacing-looking bow suddenly appeared in his hands, and he rapidly plucked the drawstring, sending out 12 arrows of purple magma.

At the same time, Heavenly Rain Fontaine blew into a mystical conch, and a vast oceanic wave blasted out and released a scary howl as it threatened to swallow Isis from behind. Isis observed this pincer attack and sneered.

These two honestly had great teamwork. Too bad, it was useless against the current her.

Mercer and Fontaine were ferocious to watch, and the beautiful woman they were attacking suddenly looked frail and timid. They both held back a bit of their strength subconsciously at the last moment.

To the two elders' combined shock, the magma arrows pierced through an ice clone that was then swallowed by the wave. At this moment, they individually heard a soft but very condescending whisper next to their ears, "Fools."

Looking up, the two siblings saw a wave of ice slashes raining down from what seemed like the heavens themselves. Instantly, they both did their best to condense magic barriers for protection.

Meanwhile, though Kwamé was frozen before Lady Isis, he remained conscious. Kwamé was, at this moment, utterly stunned. After freezing Kwamé, Lady Isis had merely stared at the approaching opponents, unperturbed. On her glabella, a crimson oval-shaped gemstone had appeared.

"Source aura!" the frozen Kwamé was shocked to discover that this was the lady's source artifact. In the other elders' minds, they were all fighting an intense battle with Isis to subdue her and rescue their pack brother.

Unfortunately, the reality was that they were all in a daze, staring into the seven-colored hypnotic eyes of the huge serpent coiled around Isis' body.

"Snake charmer...she's a real snake charmer..."