Chaos Warlord: Reincarnated in Eldrich with the Devil System!



"By the way, do you know a man named Alfred?" Val asked out of curiosity.

"Alfred is my beloved nephew. Why do you ask?" she responded.

"I'm a friend of Alfred's," Val admitted.

"Well, a friend of my nephew is always welcome here. If you ever need help, feel free to come to me," Valentine offered kindly.

"I'll consider your proposition," Val replied and took his leave.

Upon his return home, however, Val was met with a distressing sight – Eliana had collapsed at the entranceway and was coughing violently.

Without missing a beat, Val rushed to her side, kneeling down and gently patting her back to help her ease her coughing.

Eliana, struggling with her coughing fit, managed to raise her head, eyes widening as they landed on Val's worried face. Her heart fluttered as she felt overwhelmed by his care.

"What are you doing out here?" Val asked her in a voice laced with concern.

"I was feeling thirsty... so, I was going to the kitchen... to get some water... but suddenly felt so lightheaded... that I collapsed." Eliana managed to say between her coughs.

Val scooped her into his arms - one arm under her knees, the other supporting her head. The sudden action caught her off guard, but she quickly melted into his arms, cherishing the warmth and safety they offered.

With great care, Val carried her to their bed, tucking her under the comforter. He was treating her like a fragile glass, but Eliana cherished every moment of his care.

"You should just stay in bed until you get better. I'm here for you. If you need something, just call out to me," he instructed her softly.

"I understand, Val... Don't be angry," Eliana replied as she reached out with her hand to caress his otherworldly face.

"Alright, I won't be angry with you." Catching her soft hand with his big ones, Val pressed a kiss to her palm.

It was then he noticed how parched her lips looked. "I'll get some water for you," he said, leaving the room momentarily.

In the kitchen, Val remembered what Valentine had told him - Eliana could only drink highly purified water. So, he filled a glass with Level 10 purified water from the pot - water so pure it was devoid of any impurities.

With the glass in hand, he returned to their room, helping Eliana sip the water.

Eliana's face visibly relaxed as she took in the cool liquid that was fed to her by Val.

She looked up at Val curiously and remarked, "This water... it tastes different from what I've had till today."

"How so?" Val asked, intrigued.

"It's better," she simply said, a smile playing on her lips.

"That might be because it's Level 10 purified water," Val explained.

She felt surprised, hearing his words. Her eyes widened. "But that's such a valuable resource. How can you waste it on me?"

Val held her gaze, "It's not a waste if I use it to help you get better. I can always make more purified water, but there's only one you. I can't afford to lose you."

It's not that he can't. It's just that he doesn't want to. She was too valuable for him to give up on without a fight.

His words resonated with Eliana, moving her on a profoundly emotional level. Never had she experienced such genuine care and concern before, and it was so overwhelming that it was hard to believe, yet she found it deeply endearing. Val rizzed her to the point of no return. She felt more captivated and obsessed with him.

In the heat of the moment, her intrusive thought slipped out. "Ah, I really want to become his wife and bear his children."

Val blinked in surprise, "Did you say something?"

Eliana's face flushed a deep crimson, and she shook her head frantically, "No, I didn't... It must be your ears playing tricks on you."

Though Val had distinctly heard her speak about wanting to bear his children, he decided not to press the matter further to avoid embarrassing her further.

"I guess that might be the case," he said, choosing to leave the matter at that.

Picking up where they left off, Val decided to make clear the nature of her illness and the path to her recovery, sharing with Eliana everything that Valentine had revealed to him.

She nodded, understandingly. "I understand, Val... and I'll cooperate."

He smiled warmly at her, relieved to hear her determination. "Good," he said.

Without further ado, he gently began to undress her, carefully removing her clothes to expose her body to his inky black eyes, which held an unfathomable depth.

As her naked body came into her lover's view, Eliana's face turned beet red. It was such a deep shade of red that Val wondered if blood would gush out if her skin was pressed.

"Relax," Val instructed, his voice soothing as he began to clean her sweaty body with a soft, clean cloth.

Eliana's body was just as beautiful as he had imagined it to be. She was blessed with a pair of firm, snowy mounds that proudly stood on her chest, their peaks as red as cherries, tempting him into the thought of taking them in his mouth. Her waist was slender, leading down to a flat belly that was as soft as silk and adorned with a cute belly button. Further below was a hidden treasure that lacked a bush and looked tantalizingly enticing. The cherry on top was the fact that she was a virgin, meaning her hidden treasure hadn't been explored!

Any other man would have been enticed into committing the greatest sin at the sight of her in such a state. But Val, he had an unbelievable amount of control over his instincts, so he was able to suppress his desire to mate with her, focusing solely on the task of cleaning her pristine body. His actions were carried out with clinical precision and devoid of any ill intent.

At this moment, she was his patient and he was her caretaker - nothing more, nothing less. All he cared about was her well-being. After all, she was his most precious asset.