I Know The Secret To Surpass Level 100

Midnight grinned, "This is one of my most special pieces."

"I don't like this," Elliot said while Midnight was putting on a dress for him. "Why do we need to do this again?"

"We're inflitrating," Ed reminded.

"Remember our plan?"

Elliot deadpanned, "I did not agree with that plan, so why do I have to do it?"

~ two days ago

"Let's attack," Ed said. "But not like attack them, no. We're not barbarians. Instead, we'll inflitrate them."

"You can't be serious," Lance scoffed. "They're a castle from the South of Alorde, literally a castle. Filled with guards, and knights, and everything. Besides, we can't just get inside just because we want to."

"Lord Caezar will have his 43rd birthday banquet in two days," Santi said. "I heard all the nobles were invited, even the king himself."

"So, how do we infiltrate?" Elliot asked.

"Well, going to send one of us inside and then we're going to locate the prisoners and free them," Ed grinned. "If the Lord is indeed disgusting enough to use the Succubi for his own selfish desires, he would be tempted to take a girl in his chamber, don't you think?"

"That is true," Lance nodded. "But how can we attract Lord Caezar? We don't know what he likes."

"But we do," Gomorrah said. "If you're going to save us, then we'll do the best we can to help."

–

"So, now we arrived at this juncture." Ed clapped his hands and looked around Elliot. "You do look quite horrendous, but the siblings said that the lord has peculiar tastes for petite women. With your features. You knowz this is a perfect opportunity. Elliot, you're perfect!"

"I'm pretty sure that that was an insult, but I'll let it slide just because I just want this to be over with," Elliot sighed. "But why me?"

"Know anyone else who's short enough but at the same time can defend themself?" Lance retorted. "You're even shorter than Alice, and let me tell you, she's puny."

"That's only because she's tall," Elliot argued but no one was listening. "Wait, where can I keep my sword?"

Ellliot was looking around the gown when a familiar voice spoke behind him. "You can't." 

He looked over to the sound of where the voice was and saw Francoise. "You'll need a dagger for this quest. A dress can only hide so little things."

"Why do I have a very bad feeling about this?" Elliot gulped. "I wanna back out."

"Don't be silly, you look good," Francoise awkwardly cleared his throat and walked over. "Here's the dagger you're going to use."

"So, how do we get in?" Elliot surrendered. "Y'all have a plan? Damn. You all better give me 10 gold per month after this."

Lance chuckled. "In your dreams. But first, you'll come as my date…"

–

"Welcome, Prince Lance Alorde and his date, Miss Chanel Quessiva!"

Lance held out his hand, Elliot taking it and covering his face with the fan. "I'm gonna kill you too."

Lance chuckled and shook his head slowly, "I'd like to see you try, Miss Chanel Quessiva."

"There's no way anyone would believe that name," Elliot grunted.

"A woman does not grunt, Miss Chanel," Lance quirked his brow playfully. "They also said my uncle likes naughty women. Maybe you're already on his list at this point."

"Shut up," Elliot said. "We'll separate in an hour. Don't drop the call, okay?"

"Okay," Lance responded. "You should first be very suggestive. Glance at Lord Caezar from time to time, slowly narrow your eyes and smirk like you're asking for it."

"Asking for what– oh, okay," Elliot cleared his throat in nervousness. "First attempt."

Lord Caezar was sat on a high balcony that overlooked the hall. He was looking over people, picking his next victim. When his eyes matched with Elliot's, the latter had faked gasped, fake being flustered as he chuckled.

"You're a very convincing flirty woman, Elliot," Lance laughed lightly. "Keep doing that. Lord Caezar has a habit of stealing girlfriends and wives. Add that to the disgusting things we know, and we have a monster."

"Yeah, I was there when Gomorrah told us that," Elliot retorted. "You even stole her line last night."

"Yeah," was all Lance said before silence had covered the two.

The whole evening was filled with that silence, neither of them talking as they waited for the right time.

Their plan was for them to fight and steal the attention of the audience, including Lord Caezar. Their Phase 1, which was to seduce the lord.

The lord was staring at Elliot, eyes fixated on the brunette haired 'woman'. He licked his lips that was a signal for Elliot and Lance to start.

"I'll call you," Elliot said and opened his Contact feature, looking for Lance's name and calling him. "Don't drop the call, okay?"

"Right," Lance said cleared his throat. "Start now."

"Why are you like this?!" Elliot yelled rather loudly. Everyone looked at him, silenced after a girl, with a rather deep voice, yelled. "You never liked me enough have you? You never paid enough attention. And if you do, it's not enough."

"Baby, you're always the one on my mind," Lance replied. He walked over to Elliot and tried to calm him, but the latter shoved him away. "Aren't you okay with me?"

"I want a man, Lance," Elliot said. He almost puked at what he said but he stuffed it all inside. "No, I need a man who can satisfy my thirst. You're just a boy! I need a man!"

Lance gasped, touching his chest dramatically. "Miss Chanel, I am offended. I always try to please you. Wasn't all that enough?"

The people around them were at the edge of their seats as they waited for the scenes to unfold. Their gazes were firmly settled on the two. Even the other nobles were watching them.

Elliot glanced at the balcony and locked gazes with Lord Caezar. A smirk was about to form in his lips after seeing the perverted lord grinning, seeing the 'woman' he was eyeing fighting with 'her' lover.

Without breaking eye contact, he said, "I need a strong man, Lance. A man who can handle me well. And I need one so bad. Excuse me."

Elliot walked out of the hall and into the garden. He was cringing about what he said all throughout the walk, almost tripping in his heels as he did.

"How was it?" Elliot asked from the call.

"Holy damn, Uncle Caezar stood. I'm sure he's gonna go to where you are. Elliot, stay in position," Lance said. "I'll come to his window covered with a Night Cloak."

"Okay," Elliot said and sat on a marble bench. "So, this is what a castle look like."

"Indeed."

A voice said from behind him that made him stood. He was about to take his dagger, but stopped when he saw that it was Lord Caezar.

"Oh," Elliot let out. Jackpot. "Lord Caezar, it is you."

He took his skirt and bowed in front of the lord as graceful as he could. He was looking at the middle aged man in the eyes, flirtatiously looking at him.

"Ah, what a pretty woman," Lord Caezar said. "How come my good-for-nothing nephew made a woman like you cry like that?"

"I-I'm sorry Lord Caezar," Elliot looked down, playing with his hands. "Prince Lance could not satisfy me anymore. I needed someone more…" he leaned in and whispered. "Dominant."

Elliot wanted to puke after the words escaped his lips. He felt the lord touch his waist and it was the end for him.

"Lord Caezar–"

The lord took him in his arms, carrying him into his room. He placed Elliot on the bed and removed his blazer.

"I can't do this," Elliot stood. "Lance, I'm sorry."

The lord walked in front of him and took his wrists, "Don't worry. They all say that at first."

"You see…" Elliot trailed off, taking his wristd back and bent down. "I'm not a woman."

He tried to open his gown to take his dagger but failed. There were four layers of clothing in his dress that he couldn't get the small blade.

"W-Why?" Elliot struggled. He felt hands push him back on the bed, Lord Caezar was glaring at him intensely. "Dude, I'm not a woman. I thought we established that?"

Lord Caezar removed his dress shirt and licked his lips, "Well, it doesn't matter."

Elliot froze, "What?!"