Nisha Of The Red 16 Temple And His Attendan

Lace never saw such a beautiful man in her life. Even pictures of heroic men of the past could be described as handsome in the same breath of young master Temple. His face draws the looks of everybody, and n.o.body dared to view him as a creature of their planet. Temple was tall with a well-built physique, with a face that the devil grew envy of. However, Lace lowered her head immediately after she got a few glances from the young master Temple. She felt lucky to escort and serve the young master to the guest courtyard. She looked forward to warming his bed during his stay here. In hopes of getting called upon him more than once to warm his bed, she did her best to leave a good impression on him.

"Young master Temple," she smiled shyly. "The Northen courtyard of the Westhaven estate is designated for honorary guests, even the Prime Minister praised the guest house for its comforts and style."

Temple grew interested the moment Lace started talking about the courtyard he'll be staying at.

"What is your name?" Temple asked in an expressionless tone while his attendant followed him.

Lace hid the excitement she felt the moment the beautiful master asked about her name. She calmed herself down, but her thoughts ran wild with l.u.s.t for Temple.

"Answering young master Temple, my name is Lace."

He nodded his head absentmindedly as he carried on probing Lace.

"Tell me what other guests were impressed by the guest house."

"Besides the Prime Minister, other officials of the financial department, and the royal guards all appraised the Northern courtyard very highly."

Temple's attendant just followed behind the maid and his master as he took note of the details around him. As they got closer to the guest house the decorations become more lavish and expensive. The location also became more isolated with taller walls and sound barriers from things escaping. He could tell that distorted lord Henry was doing his best to impress his master. After a while, he focused once again on his master who spoke to the maid. He could tell that Lace the maid fallen for his master. The attendant shook his head while he continued to follow behind. It wasn't long for them to make it to the Northern courtyard. Lace encountered the other maids that maintained the courtyard and used hand signals to communicate with them.

Temple observed from the side, he could tell from his senses that these maids of the Northern courtyard were different from the others in the Westhaven household. He displayed a puzzling gaze at the maid called Lace. She noticed the young master's confused gaze and hurried to explain herself.

"Please excuse this lowly one, the maids at the Northen courtyard cannot communicate with words and thus had gestures are necessary. Of course, all of them are trained to read lips to serve you to their best ability."

"So they're deaf maids?"

"Yes young master," she said submissively. "If they're not to your liking I can replace them."

Temple shook his way as he made his way inside the guest house. The interior was worlds apart from the decor of the main estate. He can tell the money invested into this courtyard was at least three times the price of the estate. Lace followed after Temple to serve him but was stopped by his Temple.

"My master expresses his thanks and wishes to retire for the night," he said.

Lace was taken aback from what the young master's handsome attendant said, but smiled in an alluring fashion. She turned up her s.e.x appeal by acting cute and innocent.

"Please excuse my boldness! I-I I didn't mean to offend," she said with her head lowered as she slightly trembled. Temple's looked at her with a deadpan expression and didn't say anything to refute her. He also saw a few tears fall from the young maid's face. He was disgusted by her pretentious act but worn an expressionless face.

"M-my my lord told me to s-serve the young master tonight, " she said in a low voice that was barely a whisper. He also saw her hidden face was dyed red in embarra.s.sment. He immediately thought how well the maids were trained to arouse s.e.xual desire in men. Too bad the maid named Lace was barking up the wrong tree. She had better luck in sleeping with the horses in the stables.

"....If I don't, then my lord will--- will...." she drifted in a low whimper as she couldn't bear to say anymore.

The attendant placed his hand on her little head and made sure not to mess up her elegant hairstyle. Lace quickly hid the smile on her face while she knew that she won over the young master's attendant. But that the feeling of joy quickly disappear as she felt enormous pressure rattled her brain. She puked out everything that she ate beforehand and buckled down to her knees. Lace opened her eyes to find herself on the floor head first and her vision swirling around.

"My master has no need for your services tonight, please leave," he said flatly while he entered the courtyard.

Lace wanted to beat up somebody, this heartless man asked to 'please leave' after he nearly killed as if she posed a threat to him. She felt humiliated and frightened by the experience. The deaf maids that were stationed outside the guest house came to her need without a fuss and carried her to the maids quarters to get treated.

Temple's attendant returned to his master's side to finally see the overly tacky exaggerated interior. Everything that the eye can see was jade, silver, and gold. The design screamed glamourous rich pleasure palace. Pleasure only came to mind for him, because the deaf maids that served in the inner rooms of the courtyard were in sheer gowns that showed their naked bodies underneath. All of them lined up in front of his master waiting for his command.

He can tell from his master's deadpan expression that he felt insulted from what he saw. As predicted, the young master Temple frowned as he released a searing heat from his aura to lash out on the maids. The deaf maids were only able to catch the sight of a blazing light that hit them like a whip. They fell on the backs while the fabrics caught fire and burned into ash. The maids were in a panic as the put out the fire on their bodies.

"Leave!" he demanded, while sheer power from his voice that knocked the maids back once more. They scrambled about like headless hens as they run out the courtyard one by one.

"Master are you sure that was wise to do?"

"Airi it was nice when you didn't speak without permission," Temple muttered underneath his breath while he started to remove the gloves off his hands.

"With those maids on the loose, they will easily notify Lord Henry." Airi cautioned.

Temple looked lazily at his outspoken attendant and returned his attention back to his sculpted hands as he flexed his fingers.

"Lord Henry is already incapable of reason nor is sound of mind," Temple stated.

Airi looked confused at his master and didn't understand. Temple took the hint and explained to him in greater detail. "Your cultivation stage wasn't able to detect it, but I was able to. The moment Nisha released her yin aura it already invaded Lord Henry's mind. Right now he should be experiencing hallucinations and symptoms of yin contamination."

Airi looked at his shameless master in disbelief. When did his master become so bold to call a young lady by her first name? He hid his suspicions deep in his heart and focused on the main topic on hand.

"How is that possible?" Airi questioned.

This time a smile blossomed on Temple's lips as if he was recalling a memory before he said, "Nisha has the most extreme case of a yin physique I have ever seen. It isn't a surprise the Red Ancestor took interest in her."

"Why would she do that to her own father?"

"Why would lord Henry announce he only had two children, Winston and Fiona?"

"It's for the very reason why we're here Airi. Remember your role here, I can't do everything by myself."

Airi wanted to roll his eyes at his foolish master but kept a straight face. He felt better than before since his master was taking this case seriously.

"Did you happen to know which direction Nisha went to after dinner?"

Dread instantly overcame Airi as he watched his shameless master become bolder by the second.

"Don't look at me that way Airi, I'm only fulfilling my duties to my mission."

However, Airi knew better. His lazy and foolish master would never go out of the way to work nor walk around freely with his hands bare.

"Is it the mission spent by your lord father? or your own objective master?"

Temple simply looked at his attendant with a smile still plastered on his flawless face, but it sent shivers down Airi's spine. An invisible pressure that smelt like sulfur and ash wash over his body as gooseb.u.mps started to appear all over him. Before he knew it, a hand lightly patted his shoulder from behind. He didn't dare to turn around. All he did was blink and his master's body was gone from the lounge chair. The hand that patted his shoulder was his master's. Airi felt his own demise loom over him. All that was heard was his breathing and sweat dropping to the ground.

"I'll forgive your offense, but there won't be a next time," Temple said in a cold deep voice.

Airi could only manage a nod while the pressure disappeared completely off his body. He turned around to see n.o.body in the room with him. Airi felt weak and was left shaken from his master's fierce temperament that he thought was long forgotten since his master become lame. But he was wrong, everybody in his family was wrong, tonight he finally saw his old master return.