The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 3- The Headmaid

The Duke family plunged into utter turmoil upon witnessing their cherished heir in such dire condition. They exhausted every resource at their disposal—divine elixirs, influential connections, and even pleas for miraculous interventions. Yet, all efforts proved futile. The curse's power was overwhelming, rendering even the Holy Maiden powerless to dispel it.

Just when despair gripped everyone, Reinhardt, who had been confined to his bed, abruptly stirred to life. How could tears not flow freely?

Reinhardt met the gaze of the tearful head maid, noting the sincerity in her feelings, and allowed her to embrace him for as long as she desired. His eyes gradually shifted from her tear-streaked face to her shimmering lips, the prominent swell of her bosom straining against her attire, and the alluring sweep of her hips and rear. Her form was a masterpiece of voluptuous allure, resembling a succulent fruit begging to be savored.

A delicate fragrance wafted from her neck, igniting a fire in Reinhardt's loins. In his former existence, romance had eluded him cruelly. The woman he believed to be his soulmate had betrayed him with another, fleeing after draining his finances and possessions.

But how would fate unfold in this new reality?

Anastasia possessed raven locks neatly gathered in a low bun, porcelain skin, and a stunning visage. Perched on her nose were round spectacles that highlighted her sharp, perceptive eyes. Her ebony corset hugged her hourglass silhouette perfectly, while the daring slit in her uniform occasionally offered teasing views of her toned thighs and, for the fortunate observer, hints of her undergarments.

To be honest, Anastasia could have graced runways in his past world as a top model. Regrettably, she was wedded. Her spouse served as a senior paladin in his order.

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As these notions swirled in his thoughts, Reinhardt noticed Anastasia subtly grinding her form against his. Her compressed breasts and the soft press of her midriff against his evident arousal relentlessly teased him.

"Un~" Anastasia let out a soft whimper, sensing the warmth emanating from his groin.

What was happening? Glancing down at her, he beheld her cheeks aflame, her gaze igniting with fervent desire, and an aura of sensual invitation emanating from her being.

[Endless Ardor]— Description: A embodiment of celestial fervor. Effect: The character's charisma and magnetism become unavoidable, attracting reverence and loyalty from nearby individuals. Bonds with companions deepen their emotional and corporeal ties, rendering them almost unbeatable following moments of closeness.

"!!!!!!!"

It dawned on him that this Trait was the culprit. What? When? How? Why? How had this ability slipped into his arsenal? Though he yearned to interrogate the deity responsible, no channel existed for such contact at present.

Reinhardt cleared his throat and gently disentangled himself from Anastasia. "As you can tell, I'm fine now. So cease your weeping."

The maids dabbed at their eyes, their faces still etched with profound emotion.

"I've been laid up for quite some time, so I must get up to speed on the events of recent years. Summon all the senior knights and paladins from the Temple of Light order. Instruct them to assemble at the training grounds within the hour."

"Yes, my lord!!" The eager maids dashed off to fulfill his command, driven not just by duty but by an overwhelming urge to spread the glad tidings.

"Excuse me, my lord," Anastasia began, preparing to depart, but Reinhardt halted her.

"Hold on, I have another assignment for you."

At his words, Anastasia's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She admired his toned, athletic build—transformed since his illness—and the noticeable prominence in his trousers.

"My lord, you may request anything of me," she purred, her tongue tracing her lips suggestively.

Reinhardt inclined his head. "I'd like to bathe. Could you ready the bathhouse? Also, set up a meeting with the duk... er, my father."

Despite the array of Divine Traits bestowed by the god keeping his form pristine and untainted, after years of immobility, he craved a soak to rejuvenate.

"Certainly, my lord. I'll handle every instruction. Allow me to tend to washing your body as well..."

"Good," Reinhardt affirmed, oblivious to the suggestive undertones in Anastasia's reply.

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"Now then, you may emerge."...

Once Anastasia had departed and solitude filled the chamber, Reinhardt addressed the empty air. Moments ticked by, then the shadow beneath a close curtain writhed and shifted, birthing a alluring assassin clad in form-fitting black latex that showcased her sinuous contours and standout features.

Her cropped ebony hair framed a fierce countenance, and a pair of hefty daggers hung from her waist. This was Karina, an elite assassin and trusted agent of the Arcknight lineage. Assigned by his father, the duke, to guard him during his vulnerability, she ranked among the kingdom's rare level 7 operatives, her prowess undeniable.

Without his advantageous skills, Reinhardt might never have detected her presence.

"My lord," Karina dropped to one knee, pledging her allegiance. As a premier assassin in the realm, she typically masked all sentiments, viewing them as liabilities in her work. Yet, witnessing Reinhardt rise hale and hearty from his sickbed, a genuine smile graced her striking features.

Reinhardt took in her explosive physique; that clinging latex suit truly honored her endowments. Merely tracing her lines could ensnare one's spirit.

"You've stood vigil over me all these years while I lay defenseless. For your vigilance, I offer my gratitude."

Growing familiar with the body's recollections, the words escaped his lips effortlessly.

"My lord requires no thanks; it was my obligation. Lord Reinhardt stands as one of the kingdom's three sole level 10 knights. Your worth far exceeds your estimation..."

"O-Oh," Reinhardt acknowledged, nodding. Was it his imagination, or did her tone carry irritation? Considering how the original inhabitant had courted that curse and lasting debilitation, such a reaction seemed fitting.