"Young master, wait!" Anastasia interrupted.
Vincent turned to her and looked with a confused gaze. "What?"
"Young master…" Anastasia immediately went to his side and held his shaft, pulling it away from Jasmine's pussy.
"Young master, the young lady is sure to be pregnant with you having done it once yesterday evening and twice as of this moment. You mustn't put more of your precious seeds in her. You could help someone else with it."
Anastasia's tone had changed. She wasn't acting haughty anymore or looked down at him, but seemed genuinely concerned.
Vincent raised his eyebrow in surprise. 'The attitude of my regressor maid changed so fast? Is it that the higher a lady's corruption is, the more subservient she will be to me?'
Vincent didn't know. He was just guessing. The dog system just refused to answer his query regarding this.
"What do you mean help someone else?" He took note of her words and asked.
Continuing to hold his shaft, Anastasia leaned closer and whispered, "Young master, we cannot discuss this in front of Lady Jasmine."
Vincent raised his eyebrows. What was it that couldn't be discussed here?
Oh well, but given the state Jasmine was in, Vincent obliged. She seemed tired and he put her to bed and went to a corner of the room.
Standing there, the blonde maid was about to have a serious conversation when she saw her young master's shaft get flaccid.
"Oh no, we mustn't let the life seeds go to waste. Young master, let me bring another maid first. Please hold on, don't let it go down." Anastasia panicked. She thought that this thing would stay erect while they had their conversation but it seemed that it would go down in absence of a mate.
"There's no need." Vincent shook his head.
"There is! You underestimate just how important this is!" Anastasia said hurriedly.
"If it's this important then why are you running away to bring someone else? Why not volunteer yourself? You're a maid too, right?" Vincent reasoned calmly.
"That…" Anastasia was suddenly at a loss of words. Right, she forgot that she was a maid too.
"What? You don't want it? Didn't you say this is precious and couldn't be wasted?" Vincent walked closer to her and stared into her eyes.
Anastasia's cheeks flushed. She looked down and gave a light cough. "It's not that I don't want it, but what if…"
Anastasia took a pause as her brows relaxed and her lips curved down.
"…what if I have to regress again? What if everything changes from that moment onwards?"
Vincent could see the worries on the girl's face. From her perspective, he could guess that it could become quite tormenting.
Imagine being pregnant and expecting a baby, only to die and restart, then get pregnant again and expect a baby, but restart again. Such a loop could break anyone's mind.
Vincent nodded in understanding. It seemed that his maid was more worried about that than Vincent himself. He thought she might loathe him for what he did to suppress her, but it looked like she had no resentment.
Vincent squished her face and stared at her.
"Young master?" Anastasia didn't understand what he was trying to do.
"You're saying it wouldn't be a problem to get pregnant if it wasn't for the regressing ability?"
"Y..yes…" Anastasia hesitated but answered truthfully.
Vincent let her go and chuckled. This world was truly a weird place. Who would've thought that a prideful person like Anastasia would offer herself up willingly and even become obedient if she had a few of her problems solved.
Vincent patted her head and said, "It's been hard on you."
Anastasia's brows quivered. She was older than the young master but being manhandled like this made her feel as if she was the younger one.
"Anyway, get me dressed. You can talk while doing your duties. There's a lot we need to do today."
"Ah… right." Now that this topic was brought up, Anastasia quickly fetched water and a clean cloth, then began wiping down Vincent's back.
"I didn't have the opportunity to talk about the young master's ability before. What I think of it is that it's very powerful. With it, we can skip a lot of steps to save the House of D'Arc."
"!!?" It was Vincent's turn to be shocked now.
He turned around and held her shoulders. "What is it? Tell me quickly."
Anastasia nodded and began divulging the information only she as a regressor would know.
…
Four hours later.
Border Town, Morcian Theocracy.
Vincent walked the cobblestone path of the town with Anastasia by his side, who was now in casual clothes. Everything above her upper chest was exposed, and it was quite a lot of skin.
Vincent found it weird at first but as he looked, he found the common people to be wearing similar clothing.
The ladies wore skirts ranging from long to short and their tops usually had a corset with strings either on the inside or outside their clothes.
If it was inside, they usually wore a long gown and if it was outside, then it was followed with a loose top or nothing at all and paired with a skirt at the bottom.
The women here were not afraid to show their collarbone and smooth skin.
Their tops which were held by strings, if it was at the front then it revealed some parts of their breasts.
Although everything was revealing, the men did not seem to have lustful thoughts. They talked to the ladies normally and didn't even gaze at their massive chests.
Unlike everyone, Vincent had trouble keeping his composure. This was the first time he had come out and he really felt he should 'study' the world's culture seriously.
"Young master, please do not look around leisurely. We are not on a stroll but business." Anastasia had to remind him.
The two had hurried on a horseback to this town and changed horses twice in villages they passed by.
Vincent couldn't ride a horse and Anastasia had to do it for him. He sat behind her and held on till they reached this place. It was quite tiring.
She thus had to remind him to be focused on the business they were here for.
Vincent coughed lightly and said, "This is business, my maid. I'm looking for useful shops around the town."
Anastasia shook her head and replied, "Please refer to me by my name, young master. I am not in maid attire currently."
Vincent shook his hand and continued walking, soaking in the world's culture.
The two reached the center of the town through their stroll, to the place Anastasia wanted them to be at.
There was a clock tower in the center and the hour hand had passed nine.
The town square was buzzing with activity with stalls lined in circular rings around the clock tower on the cobblestone street.
"Fresh bread! Still warm from the oven! Two loaves a copper!"
"Get your apples here! Sweet as a maiden's kiss! A dozen for three coppers!"
The vendors shouted, each one louder than the other.
The smell of baked dough and roasted meat filled the air as Vincent walked closer. There was also a faint stench of livestock as if he had entered a farm.
Vincent could see housewives holding wooden baskets in their hands bargaining with the vendors. They huffed and puffed their chests, as if outraged by the prices the vendors offered and countered hard with their low price offers.
With no bra and only strings holding back their badaonkers, it was a sight worth watching.
Though his gaze did not linger on them for long as his nose soon felt the scent of fresh fruits and vegetables.
Vincent thought maybe they had reached their desired destination but such wasn't the case. Anastasia kept walking.
They soon walked out of the square and went through a narrow, winding street. Vincent could see the end of it and there was a towering church building with a solemn and tranquil atmosphere to it.
Surrounding it were lush green trees and at the lower walls all around, vines beautifully spread across.
Lots of people could be seen walking in and around it.
As Vincent got closer to the church, before the narrow street ended, he saw beggars seated on either side, begging for food, water, and money.
They wore long, worn out hooded robes to protect themselves from cold and heat.
Vincent thought Anastasia had business with the church in front and hence they hurried, but she stopped before the narrow street ended and turned to a beggar.
Leaning closer, she whispered in his ears, "Young master, this is the person we're looking for…"