Grand Dad Is The Pervert God



That day many years ago, Viscount had taken with her the blade that had been used to murder her family.

She had only been about nine, but even that time, her was already filled with so much hurt that the pain blossomed into hatred and a zeal for revenge.

She had promised herself that she was going to use the same knife and send the person that had killed her family to the after Life.

For so long, she had held back.

She had already become quite strong but because of the words of her master, she held back.

She knew her time would come, and today, it did.

This was the person that killed her father and mother and stolen the title of Viscount from her.

It was because she did not want to forget her pain that she named herself after her heritage.

This was why she was called Viscount.

She took one step at a time.

Her fists around the hilt of the sword had long become decorated with veins.

This was evidence of how tight she held the blade in her hands.

"I remember the wounds on father's body like it was yesterday. You had stabbed him nine time and six times for mother. I will make sure that I preserve your life until the last strike."

With force, she brought it down.

However, as she did, a soul beast Horse from no way rushed over decking her at her side.

*Pow!*

She was sent flying a distance and the knife fell out of her hands.

Viscount Peter turned to the soul beast.

It was Lady frostbite riding it.

She had taken penny and went to keep her on the safe embrace of the Snake ladies, Shade and Amanda.

After which she took one of the soul horse beast with her.

Her plan was to go back and rescue Dan. However as she past through this place, she happened to see Viscount standing over Viscount Peter.

Now, Lady Frostbite was not aware of the situation between the two, but some things were clear.

Firstly, Viscount had a mask on one hand that was similar to that of Clown's, secondky, she was holding a knife.

It was clear that she had intentions of klinh Viscount Peter with it.

Lady Frostbite was not exactly on good terms with the Viscount, expecially since he allowed the Crood family to hurt her own.

However, this in her eyes was not right.

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After all, she was still a Baron under Viscount Peter.

She had a duty to the land regardless of the troubles she had with him.

She still wanted to save Dan, but she couldn't resist and butted in

She came down the soul beast horse, "Viscount Peter, I am here to save you!"

This surprised him.

However, there was no time, Viscount had only been temporarily knocked out.

She held him remove the Arrows that nailed him to the ground, and helped him on the back of the horse.

Immediately, she kicked the belly of the beats to speed up.

Lady Frostbite's plan was simple.

Help Viscount Peter to safety and then go back to get Dan.

However, the both of them had only gone a fair distance when an Arrow covered in green light whistled through the air and landed right in the center of the Mount's head.

*NEIGH!!!*

The soul horse beast neighed loudly.

It fell straight to the ground throwing the two of them off it's back.

Lady Frostbite and Viscount Peter rolled roughly on the ground.

However, Lady Frostbite was still a cultivator.

She immediately stood to her feet as she stretched her arms taking a fighting position.

Before her, was Viscount advancing steadily.

"How dare you little brat! You tried to steal my revenge from me!?" As she talked, her soul energy green as the leaves of a tree oozed out of her body.

She already had her mask back on.

Her Cross bow was on hand and it was aimed right for Lady Frostbite.

*Shot!*

Viscount let loose the first arrow.

However, Lady Frostbite activated her soul energy to defend herself.

However, things did not go according to the way she hoped.

The arrow broke through her soul energy like a farmer's hoe through soft mud.

It drilled through her shoulder.

"Ahhh!!!"

She screamed as a new hole dug itself through her arm and out the other side.

She grabbed her arm to stop the bleeding. But it was a vained effort.

Blood poured out of her wound staining her beautiful dress and leaking to the ground.

She tried to use her Soul energy to stop the blood flow but it just did not work.

Unfortunately, her cultivation level was just too low.

Viscount was a cultivator in the peak of the Soul Apostle realm.

While Lady Frostbite was a cultivator in the Soul disciple realm.

She was far too weak for anything.

From the very start, there was just no way she could win.

Also the sting of these arrows was familiar to her.

After all,she had nearly died from it not so long ago.

Back then, it was that mysterious cultivator that had saved her.

Viscount shot another arrow again.

"Ahhh!!!"

This time around, it had gotten her leg she fell straight to the ground.

"When I am done with you, you will remember to mind your own business in your next life." She pointed the arrow to Lady frostbite's head.

Instinctively, Lady Frostbite closed her eyes in acceptance of the death that was to come.

They said that at the time of death, one's life flashed before the eyes.

One could see all the things they did right and even those they did wrong determine for themselves if they would make it through Reincarnation or have their soul destroyed in the void.

However, for her, it was different. She did not see her whole life flash before her eyes.

In fact, she did not even see her loved ones in her head.

All she saw was a near glimpse of that man's face.

Ever since that day that man saved her life, and touched her the way he did, she had never been able to get him out of her mind.

Every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she would feel the after effect of his fingers snaking about her legs.

Even in her dress, his touch against her skin was out of this world.

It made her feel wanted and cherished, but above all things, it stirred up an unnaturally desire in her to throw down all her burdens she carried as a Baron and get lost in the satisfaction of his care.

Every night since that day, she dreamt of him.

And now, even in her moment of death, she still dreamt of him.

However, even till this meant, his face was blurred before her sight.

His identity, a deep mystery that pulled her in like a drug to an addict.

Feeding her curiosity like mother fattening her young with her breast milk.

She was a noble woman, and has such had to trim her desires to a null, especially in the eyes of the public.

But the rememberance of his touch hunted her like a beast it's prey.

The Arrow sped through the air heading straight for her head.

However, before it made home in her body, she felt the quick passing of wind.

It carried with it cold air that surprisingly felt warm and embracing to her skin.

As it did, she opened her eyes.

There it was.

The tip of the arrow stopped right before her brows.

However, a hand held it at it's edge in place.

If that hand had only been half a second slower, it would have embedded itself in her head.

She slowly raised her head to look at the person that held the arrow in place.

He wore fine black leather that covered all of his body.

Even though he dressed as black as the night, he still had a film of holy energy about his body.

Her gaze climbed up to his face.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

She might have not seen this face, but she definitely remembered this mask.

This was the masked man that had saved her family and her fiefdom.

This was the benefactor she owed her life. He was also the same person that did that thing with her to cure her of the poison eating away at her soul.

He was the one she had given her first time to.

Her heart felt like it had alienated her chest. She suddenly felt lost for breath and her face flushed so red that even though it was night, it was very clear to see.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a deep but gentle tone.

For a moment, her eyes looked at the mask on his face as if she was trying to see through his disguise and behold his handsome appearance.

"I...I am..." She stammered.

"You are injured," he placed a hand on the injury as he sent his soul energy into her body.

This was not like before. He now had a Celestial mark.

It gave him better control over his celestial energy.

His soul energy snaked into the wounds on her body and healed it.

She felt his pure celestial energy dance inside her body and in between her legs moisten to remembrance of when he held her in his arms.

Just then, Viscount fired two more arrows his way.

Eros waved his hand, and lightning sparks flew out destroying the arrows at the same time, a loud sound could be heard.

Ero, Lady Frostbite, Viscount Peter and Viscount turned in that direction the metal rumbling was coming from.

Through the trees came men in full body armour on big soul beast mounts.

They carried two flags. Both of which were very familiar.

Eros frowned, "The flag of the royal family and also of the King..."