A black sedan drove into a luxurious beachfront villa in Rhode Island. Designed with a modern gothic style architecture, the villa sported a layout that copied that of many medieval manors.
Before the villa lay a vast lawn of well maintained grass, a pathway large enough to fit two rows of cars cut through the greenery leading towards a large central fountain positioned right before the entrance of the manor.
Behind the manor, one could see the vast blue sea, a contrast to the greenery of the lawn.
On the white stone path leading to the manor, a single black sedan drove calmly.
"Exquisite isn't it? Though as beautiful as it all looks, this place, to a magus, would barely be worth a single glance"
Inside the sedan, James commented as he observed the whole villa, his expression indecipherable yet Black still responded with a retort-
"Said the man created a workshop in the middle of a city lacking mystery"
Hearing the response of his oh so dear butler, James, unaffected, responded with a plain tone.
"It hath been a mere attempt my good sir~"
Yet, Black did not seem to want to drop the matter as he responded in kind.
"Yet, thou hast created a miracle hast thou not?"
Black's response made James smile, turning his gaze towards his butler, the white haired man showed a brilliant smile as he spoke.
"A mere imitation does not deserve to be called a miracle… or do you believe that you've reached perfection… Black?"
James words carried many meanings, but-
"..."
Black did not respond to any of his words, instead, the ever enigmatic butler simply turned his gaze forward, ignoring James, as if he did not exist.
Silence enveloped the interior of the car, only the sound of the engine and wheels driving over stones could be heard.
Soon, the crashing of the waves roared, the car came to a stop and Black exited the vehicle. In a calm and practiced manner, the butler who had been in a small conflict of words with his master had transformed into a "perfect servant".
Opening the door for James, Black bowed showing his "respect" as James exited the sedan. The sunlight hit James straight in the face but it did not affect him as he raised his eyes to gaze upon the figure who was standing at the top of the short flight of stairs towards the manor entrance.
The smile on James face brightened, his eyes showed extreme joy as he walked up the stairs towards the figure, his arms wide open as if expecting a hug as he spoke.
"Miss Frost! It's been a good minute since our last meeting! I could still recall the wonderful night we spent together, bathed in the lights of-"
Alas, the moment he arrived before the figure, a beautiful platinum blonde woman, her complexion clear like the brightest of diamonds. She wore a rather… risque set of clothes-
Her upper body was clothed in nothing more than a white corset tied from the front, on her neck was a pure white choker. She wore a pair of white evening gloves, her legs covered in white stockings with nothing else save for a pure white thong covering her bottom.
She had, draped over her shoulders a white cloak lined with white fur, yet, her appearance did not look in any way decent.
Especially since she was in front of many men-
"Sir Barthomeloi, that was a mere celebration of our cooperation, nothing more, nothing less."
The woman, Emma Frost, spoke with a cold tone as she pushed James back but, unperturbed by her act, James caught her hand and like a knight, with a swift yet graceful move he planted a light kiss atop her hand.
"I believe our relationship had gone far beyond mere collaborator's Milady~"
James spoke with a teasing tone, he raised his gaze and his eyes glimmered with a mischievous light.
*woosh*
Emma Frost was unable to react as James quickly pulled her into his embrace. It was a swift and elegant maneuver, Emma was unable to feel any point or discomfort. All she felt was her body being carried by a mysterious force as her world blurred for a moment before she found herself wrapped in the white haired man's embrace.
James and Emma were in a very interesting position, Emma's arms were intertwined with James' as his hands wrapped around her body. James was hugging Emma from the back, his head resting on the beautiful woman's shoulders, his lips inches away from her ears.
Their bodies were tightly bound together yet none of Emma's nor James' guards made a move.
"Is this your way of saying yes?"
James whispered, his hold on Emma getting tighter as if he did not want to let go.
"Oh James~ its the middle of the day, such matters are better done at night"
Hearing her words, James lightened his hold, Emma took this opportunity to wrestle her way out but-
"Not so fast~"
James was not going to let her go that easily, the two had a playful exchange as Emma moved to escape James' hold while James-
*smooch*
It was a light kiss, amidst the struggle, James had moved, making Emma turn towards him. Using minimal force he did not even need to do much aside from moving a few steps and leaning forward as he gave Emma a light kiss on the lips.
After giving her that surprise he let go and Emma quickly escaped James grasp-
"?"
Though, contrary to what James expected, Emma did not move backwards, instead, using her now freed arms, she quickly caught James' face. She pulled James' face down and in one quick motion her hands had wrapped around his neck as she responded to his provocation with her own actions.
Black who was standing a meter away shook his head as he watched the embarrassing display of the two lords.
Knowing that their battle would last for quite some time as James' hands started to move unceremoniously towards Emma, Black decided to turn his attention away from the perverted duo. Instead, the ever dutiful butler did a quick scan of the individuals inside the manor-
"The guards are still all brainwashed mutants, their blank gazes show the control this female telepath has over them…"
Using his "senses", Black was able to count the approximate number of brainwashed servants-
"431 brainwashed servants, 247 of them mutants, the rest regular humans… hmm?"
As he scanned the area, Black noticed a certain presence.
"Female, 18 years of age, mutant… she's not brainwashed… a prisoner?"
His scan showed him the position of every living creature within the manor. Interestingly he found an interesting individual located somewhere underground-
As he was doing his scan to find more "hidden" individuals, the sound of perversion had slowly stopped and he could finally hear proper conversation between the two people next to him.
"Emma, Rhongomyniad Tower's completed, the invitations sent out, now, all I need is for the students to come"
"I see, let's continue this inside"
"Now I'm getting excited~"
Hearing the exchange between the two, Black ignored the obvious hints of depravity that could be observed in their expressions.
"If you want to talk just talk, what's the use of acting like animals if you both know its an act?"
Black did not know what kind of stupid was going on inside the minds of James and Emma, it was clear that they were not seriously nymphomaniacs but the way they acted…
"Surrounded by brainwashed individuals and loyal servants who could care less if you walked around naked… what's the use of all these false pretenses?"
As a butler, Black was well aware of James true nature and as a butler he had made sure to properly study the individuals his master associates with.
"Emma Frost, the White Queen, owner of the Hellfire Club, she used her telepathy and mind manipulation mutant abilities to control rich and powerful men. Few people could escape her control and those that do find themselves trapped by a chain of their own creation while under her control"
"She dresses lightly not because she's a slut or because she's a nympho, her clothes are- like her personality, a trap. Lightly dressed, few would expect her to be able to defend herself and those that have such illusions would find themselves slamming into a diamond wall"
"Cunning, manipulative and she takes joy in manipulating others and watching her schemes play out…"
Black alternated his gaze between James and Emma as he let out a sigh internally.
"They both have the same personalities, I believed My Lord James would have found a proper business partner, a fellow, a like minded individual… I truly believed that they would be the perfect pair, scheming together and showing me a magnificent show… alas"
As Black shook his head in regret, James and Emma stopped walking, turning his head towards Black, James gave him an order.
"I've asked Emma to handle the matter of your assistant, her recommendation is located in the basement. Check her out and try to see if her talents matches what you need"
James' order was something he could not refuse- well, he could but this time, his order was related to an issue that Black had put forth a few weeks ago.
Black looked at the expression on the faces of Emma and James, he looked forward and caught a glance of their destination. He let out a helpless sigh as he answered James.
"As you will"
With calm and steady steps, Black turned around and headed towards the basement. Normally he would have used magecraft to quickly reach his destination but he did not want to rush things this time.
The initial rush where he had to run around continuously to accomplish various tasks had long passed.
James had, thankfully, completed all his tasks and built many connections. Emma Frost was but one of the people he had approached for partnership, but she was also the one he visited the most.
"Well, he wouldn't really visit any men for fun"
Black thought as he entered the basement-
Darkness consumed his vision, the sources of light were limited, giving only tiny mild glows.
The basement was not a storage area nor was it some modern function hall. Instead it was a large dungeon, made of stone and lit by tiny incandescent lights.
Black found himself walking past rows upon rows of empty cages until he reached the single living person in the damp underground prison.
As he approached the only prison with life Black, even without the assistance of light could already see the image of the person behind the bars.
"A mutant, pink hair… no! She's not a mutant?"
Initially, Black had observed this female as a mutant, the reason was because of the energy she held. Unlike normal humans, mutants had a different energy about them, it was similar to Magi but it's essence lacked mystery.
"This… is not a genetic ability… it's a mystery"
Although he could distinguish mutants from non-mutants, it was harder for Black to distinguish between mutants and-
"Psychic"
Psychic abilities were not magecraft, it was similar to a superpower that gave humans who awakened them a channel to manipulate or use mysteries.
It was easy for Black to distinguish between Magi and Mutants but Black had never expected an encounter with a psychic. Even in the original world, Black had not met many psychics, those he did meet were using magecraft to manipulate their abilities.
Simply put, Black had little experience in identifying Psychics and James had just presented him with a psychic, a local psychic, an individual who awakened to the mysteries. It may be a different channel but-
"I see… is that what you want to tell me?"
James' eyes could see more than others, Black was aware that his own senses paled in comparison. Though he had accumulated knowledge, experience and power that allowed him to do all reconnaissance activities in place of James but-
"... well played"
Black turned to the ceiling, his gaze seemed to pierce through the thick walls and floors. The direction of his gaze led to the room where James and Emma were most likely at this moment.
He could not see anything, his gaze could not truly penetrate through and the images he could gleam-
"Illusions"
Black let out a chuckle, he did not show any sign of anger or annoyance but-
*shatter*
The thick black bars that trapped the pink haired woman turned into clear ice before they were all shattered, turning into snowflakes that fell slowly to the damp stone floor.
The sound of ice breaking accompanied by the sudden cold wind had made the pink haired woman within the prison to raise her gaze.
Dressed in rags, the woman looked extremely pitiful, her figure showed a lack of nutrition. It was unknown how long it had been since she last ate but her reaction to the cold made it obvious that it was quite a long time.
Seeing the depressing scene, Black did not flinch nor did he show any other reaction.
"Starving? Serve My Lord, pledge allegiance and I shall free you and provide for you, accept this offer and you will never know the feeling of starvation ever again"
Hearing his words, the woman with pink hair's eyes lit up with life, it was a light of desperation and determination. With her last remaining strength, she moved her body, forced herself to move despite the deep chill she felt to her bones.
Although her actions were slow and minimal, she was able to prostrate herself-
She wanted to say something but words failed to escape her mouth as only faint sounds escaped her lips.
"I see your determination, then I shall take you in"
With a snap of his fingers, the stone floor began to rumble, as two humanoid golems made of stone were formed. Black threw two red gems at the golems as well as a couple of blankets he took out from who knows where.
The woman did not mind what was happening, she had no way to think about the mysteries as she enjoyed the warmth that came over her as the golems, with their hands wrapped in sheets carried her in their soft and warm embrace.
In a room within the manor, Emma, currently sitting on top of James' lap, her body moving up and down, watched everything with James.
"Ah- what a gentle- ngghhh-man, you butler is"
Smiling, James watched the whole scene, he grabbed Emma's waist, pulling her down and stopping any further movements. He then pulled her into his embrace as he played with her bountiful breast causing Emma to moan in deep pleasure.
"Didn't I tell you? He won't leave a struggling woman to die"
James continued to massage Emma, she wanted to say something but the pleasure from James' touch stopped her from being able to speak.
"I told you, didn't I? Magecraft could do wondrous things"
In the projected image, Black had started to clean up the woman, he did not need to take her to the bathroom. Instead he had placed her atop a magic circle he had drawn in one of the rooms.
A bright light enveloped the woman as all her wounds, the dirt and grime on her body vanished.
"Oh! I made that spell~ Most magi wouldn't waste their time creating such spells but I really found spells made to make life easier better than complex rituals designed to kill or curse others~"
James explained, but his hands did not stop from bringing pleasure to his dear business partner.
"Ah… he's coming, better clean things up~"
Although he wanted to continue enjoying his meeting with Emma, James couldn't really have his Butler and his new companion see the in such a position now could he?
When James stopped his actions, he carefully laid Emma on the bed as he stood up to prepare his spell but-
"No you don't!"
He was pulled down, he then found Emma sitting on top of him with a victorious expression on her face-
"The battle ends when Black enters the room"
She said and as she finished her words, the rooms doors opened and both Black and the new coworker of his were met with the sight of James being ridden by Emma.
With a devious smirk on her face, Emma leaned forward as she whispered-
"I win~"