As Rody took the two sisters out, Nicholas had already settled all the financial transactions. Since Rody had bestowed upon him a new life of darkness with a divine spell from his memory, Nicholas had transformed from a completely unconscious slave of darkness into a refined and courteous Dark Witch King. He was far more exceptional than Marcus, who had been renamed 'Maigu' and became the Dark Golden Demon General, with a more independent consciousness and even possessing the elegant demeanor of a dark noble.

"Master, I have honored your great wish and brought all the high-class female slaves under your command, allowing them to enjoy the eternal night of life under your brilliant starlight. The night is endless, my master!" Nicholas's words would surely make the people of the temple vomit blood if they heard them.

"Ha, just don't scare my two little doves," Rody said with a slight smile. Behind him, the two sisters listened, dumbfounded.

"You, you, who exactly are you?" the elder sister asked, trembling. She felt deceived, being a devout follower of the Holy Mother, and was almost fainting upon hearing Nicholas's words.

"Silence, lowly maid, you must use sincere and respectful language towards the master," Nicholas ordered. "Our master is the Prince of the Endless Abyss of Darkness. His greatness and majesty can make the world tremble. You two insignificant human females must show no disrespect to the master, or else the lowest layer of the Abyss, the nest of demonic insects, will be your prison!"

"No, I can't let a prince who worships the dark demonic gods redeem me!" The elder sister, though frail, was very determined.

"Leniseya, Leniliya, your lives have already been sold by the great Prince of the Night. This is the will of the gods and the beginning of your happiness and freedom. It's a fate to be envied! You must immediately retract your disrespectful words and apologize to the master!" Barlovsky, the major slave owner who received thirty-eight thousand gold coins from Nicholas, wished he could slap these two capricious women. If the Prince of the Night became annoyed and refused the deal, which had just been completed and the gold coins were still warm, he would surely die crying.

"Are you really a prince?" the younger sister Leniliya, whose faith was not as strong as her sister's, was more curious about Rody than resistant.

"Ladies, forgive my frankness, but look, even the esteemed Minister of Finance Mack respects the Prince of the Night. How can you challenge his authority like this?" Ivanov, who had just become a lowly servant, hurriedly advised.

"No, I can't..." The elder sister had a favorable impression of Rody because no one had ever spoken to them, two sisters, with such kindness.

Everything was so perfect; he seemed like a savior sent by the gods.

At the most critical moment, in the depths of despair, he miraculously appeared before her and her sister. Although there were some tests, the elder sister felt that he had a heart. He definitely didn't come to buy two female slaves, but sincerely came to redeem her and her sister. But why? Why was he, of all people, a prince who worshipped the dark demonic gods?

In the heart of the elder sister, Leniseya, she wished she would never know this truth.

She cried in pain, mourning the contradictory reality...

"Who said I worship the dark demonic gods?" Rody asked in surprise. Everyone looked at him in amazement. Was he not a follower of the dark demonic gods, being from the Abyss? How could that be possible?

"Our great Underworld worships the ancient Goddess of the Night and her son, the Supreme God of the Underworld. The dark demonic gods are lowly and unknown entities in our Abyss," Nicholas elaborated non-stop about the history of the Underworld spanning thousands of years. Of course, this creation story of the Abyss was somewhat similar to the human 'Scripture of Light' but exactly the opposite, with the Abyss worshipping darkness and humans worshipping light.

"Ah, truly magnificent!" Minister of Finance Mack clapped his hands in admiration.

Although he had never heard of a Supreme God of the Underworld and even the Goddess of the Night was only mentioned briefly in human legends, as an ancient giant deity born in darkness, barefoot with black hair, draped in a mist-like light veil. When her black eyes opened, it was night in the world, and when they closed, it was daytime.

Beyond this, there were no other divine acts of the Goddess of the Night.

But in the presence of the Prince of the Night, not only Minister Mack but also a crowd of slave owners applauded, expressing their excitement at hearing about the divine might.

"You, you haven't lied to me, swear it, you haven't lied to me..." The elder sister, Leniseya, felt somewhat relieved. Although the Prince of the Night was not a follower of the god of light, he was also not an evil heretic. Although he worshipped the Goddess of the Night, it instantly tipped her internal balance in favor of Rody.

"That's too much!" Nicholas posed sternly, like a serious manager.

"Don't worry, I will persuade my sister. I'll have her apologize to Prince His Highness in a moment!" The younger sister was delighted, not caring whether her future master was the Prince of the Abyss or an evil heretic. All she wanted was for her master to cherish her.

She noticed Rody smiling and not minding her sister's rudeness, knowing he must be a good master.

The younger sister, Leniliya, quickly pulled her sister aside to prevent her from further angering the butler.

"Prince His Highness, this is a small token of my regard." The major slave owner, Barlovsky, presented Rody with a gem-encrusted magic book. Of course, it didn't contain any magic but was a collector's edition of the "Female Slave Training Manual" circulated among the nobility.

"All training tools and items have been ordered by Mr. Nicholas. We will present you, Prince, with the most perfect equipment," Adken also said respectfully.

"It seems I should buy a castle first; otherwise, the inn really can't fit so many women!" Rody said, looking at the more than a hundred beauties waiting outside, and suddenly remembered something. Minister of Finance Mack, fearing that the Prince from the Abyss might really buy a castle, hurriedly advised, "Please hear me out, Prince His Highness, in our Kamarlon Empire, especially in our capital, castles cannot be bought and sold casually. However, if Your Highness needs a huge manor, that's possible. A few months ago, an elderly Duke retired, and his Duke's mansion, along with the suburban farms and the title of his deceased son's baronetcy, is priced at fifty thousand gold coins and still has no buyers. If Prince His Highness..."

"Bought." Rody's tone was as casual as a noble giving away five copper coins to a little beggar.

"Ah, this guy is really too rich!" The younger sister Leniliya nearly fainted upon hearing this. She could never have imagined that someone in the world could spend fifty thousand gold coins so casually.

"Prince His Highness, your starlight can surely illuminate the entire Kamarlon!" Barlovsky was ecstatic, thinking if the deal went through, his referral fee would be substantial. He almost wanted to kneel down and thank Rody on behalf of the old Duke. Even at the minimum commission of five percent, it was equivalent to selling several high-class female slaves, not to mention the principal and taxes.

"Wait a minute..." The elder sister suddenly came over again, loudly saying, "You don't need the baronet title, the price should be discounted. Also, you should be able to negotiate the price and inspect the manor. There's no need to rush to agree!"

"Next time," Rody said indifferently, waving his hand, "What this prince says is like a divine promise, it does not need to be changed."

"If you are very rich, extremely rich, then buy Mitty as well! She is so pitiful!" The elder sister pleaded again, "She's a poor little fairy. I beg you..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Sister, he already bought her," the younger sister said, slightly embarrassed, pulling her sister away, whispering, "He told me just now. You see, that big group of women outside, all were bought by him. Here, it must be no less than fifty thousand gold coins, right? This guy is definitely not short of money! Sister, let's say less and ask him when we get back!"

...

By the time they left the war prisoner rescue center, it was already nearing dusk.

The two sisters followed far behind Rody, feeling that this master was like a mountain, giving them an unparalleled sense of security. Despite their unfortunate fate, they finally felt happiness, like honey, nourishing their entire being as they walked out of the war prisoner rescue center.

Although today's dusk was no different from yesterday's, the presence of Rody changed their entire world.

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Everything became so beautiful, so incredible.

It was like a dream.

The two sisters walked out of the war prisoner rescue center, crying and laughing for regaining their freedom. Though still nominally maids, they felt that freedom had returned to their lives, and even immense happiness was on its way...

Like the two sisters, the more than a hundred women who were redeemed were also in tears.

Ordinarily, one might not realize it, but once experienced personally, one understands that in the course of life, nothing is more precious and worthy of cherishing than freedom.

Rody did want to redeem more people and grant more freedom, but he couldn't reveal his intentions too openly. He had to disguise himself as a lecherous man. If he bought all the slaves upon entering Kamarlon, it would attract the attention of the entire country and even other nations on the continent. The temple would seize the opportunity to fan the flames, accusing him of trying to gain public support for a future invasion of the human continent.

Of course, Rody indeed wished to do so.

But for now, he couldn't let this be discovered... The timing was premature; he could only start by rescuing the most unfortunate girls, then gradually establish a firm footing in Kamarlon before making further moves.

The evening breeze gently blew, reflecting Rody's current mood.

"Prince His Highness, you should attend Marshal Goton's salon banquet now." Without needing Nicholas's reminder, Minister of Finance Mack had already prepared the carriage.

"I almost forgot. Nicholas, take them back and prepare a small gift for Marshal Goton," Rody commanded, gesturing for his newly acquired lowly servant Ivanov to follow.

"Lucky Ivan, you're not without a female companion!" Barlovsky, the major slave owner, pulled aside the magic reporter, who he wouldn't have looked at directly the day before, and whispered, "My dear Ivan, now that fortune has smiled upon you, you must not forget us. Listen, my friend, if you can help more and make Prince His Highness satisfied, I believe the highest social circles of Kamarlon will warmly welcome your entry. I can introduce you, even to lonely noble ladies, understand? You are now a favorite of Prince His Highness!"

"My dear Mr. Barlovsky, when have I ever disappointed everyone?" the magic reporter Ivanov straightened up and said with confidence, "As long as it benefits Prince His Highness, I will give it my all!"

Perhaps the Prince of the Night was unaware of the human salon banquet rules.

Maybe because the newly purchased female slaves were previously eyed by Marshal Goton, he didn't want to bring them and offend the Marshal's dignity.

Anyway, he came alone, without a delicate beauty on his arm. Marshal Goton was secretly grateful for the Prince of the Night's gesture. If the Prince had brought the recently redeemed Leni sisters, it would have been awkward for him, especially when His Majesty William arrived. If he, as per tradition, complimented the Prince's female companion, he would have wanted to hide in a hole.

"Welcome, noble Prince His Highness, in the night, your starlight shines even more brilliantly!" Marshal Goton firmly shook Rody's hand.

"The imposing Marshal, as a host, you look radiant today. Is this the effect of human wine, or is it joy from the heart?" Rody said with a slight smile, embracing the Marshal and then, surrounded by the Marshal, Minister Mack, and others, entered the Marshal's residence amidst magical fireworks.

The magic reporter feverishly took photos on the sides, calling out to the Prince of the Night, hoping he would turn, smile, and wave at him.

Some clever fellows grabbed the lucky Ivan.

"Damn it, Ivan, you bastard, have you forgotten how I gave you work when you were at your lowest, helping you survive until fortune came your way?" Ivanov looked up to see his boss, editor-in-chief Kava, dressed in an evening gown, her face angry.

"Oh, my Miss Kava, who has offended you?" Ivanov quickly played dumb, running over to take her hand and fawningly said, "How could I forget, you are my lifesaver!"

"Good that you remember, at least you have a conscience!" Miss Kava said with a smile, "What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Could it be..." Ivanov asked in surprise, "You, you have already..."

"I've already kicked that incorrigible and flirtatious Viscount to the curb. Tonight, I don't have a male companion. If you don't hurry up and invite me in, I'll kick you out too!" Miss Kava's words made Ivanov feel that fortune continued to shower upon him. His boss, who had scolded him just the day before, was now throwing him seductive glances, seemingly ready to surrender.

"Thank God for my great master, ah, I feel like kissing the ground beneath his feet!" Ivanov nearly shed tears.

Just by bravely stepping forward, he had gained the appreciation of the Prince of the Night.

In one day, he had gained the fortune and happiness that he couldn't have achieved in a lifetime, all thanks to the noble master who patted his shoulder and bestowed upon him the title of 'lowly servant'.

Without the noble Prince His Highness, he believed he would still be the most ordinary, despised member of the 'magic paparazzi' in Kamarlon's capital.

The ladies, both noblewomen and young misses, were dazzled and smitten by Rody's arrival. His appearance was already imprinted in their hearts, as the Prince of the Night looked exactly like the 'Magical Boy'. To see his face, they only had to pull out the hidden photos of the Magical Boy from under their dressing tables. Compared to the Magical Boy, the Prince of the Night had more smiles, his hair shining like the Milky Way...

Even a simple removal of his sunglasses and a polite smile were enough to capture the hearts of the noblewomen.

Only in gazing at the glittering starry sky could one feel such dreamy sensations.

The clergy from the temple, however, struggled to maintain their composure. Although the Prince of the Night came from the Abyss, they couldn't easily offend the mighty Underworld behind him. So, even when some nobles flattered with words like 'eternal night', 'starry sky', 'darkness' that conflicted with 'light', 'justice', 'piety', they tried to endure.

The Knights of the Holy Lance like Holley, Sariwen of the Holy Eyes, Adlaiman of the Holy Law, the Dragon Knight Nutidora, Jelstoni of the Silver Fang, and Prince Vincent had rather unpleasant expressions.

They had always been the most welcomed young knights at the noble salons, receiving flirtatious glances from the noble ladies.

But this Prince of the Night had stolen their limelight.

What made them most uncomfortable was that this guy had even taken on the appearance of their arch-enemy, Rody. Using someone else's appearance to show off, they felt extremely unbalanced. However, the Prince of the Night was not someone to be trifled with like Rody, even the temple and angels were wary of him. In this situation, Holley and the others had no choice but to endure.

...

"Prince His Highness, please take a seat next to the Duchess," Minister of Finance Mack whispered to Rody, "The Duchess is the one you encountered during the day. Remember? Her temperament and etiquette are well-known, you will surely like her!"

"Ah, I recognize you." Rody, who had just disguised himself as a lecher and groped the Countess's chest during the day, of course, couldn't deny it.

Noble salon banquets generally start very late. Apart from waiting for the emperor, who deals with countless affairs, they also wait for the young and vigorous guests to have enough drink and dance. Generally, young people can eat and talk more than the elderly, winning the hearts of ladies and misses. To outshine the young at a banquet, one must have enough patience.

Young people usually can't resist, indulging in drinks and dance, quickly exhausting their energy. By the time the banquet officially starts, they are already mostly intoxicated.

At this time, middle-aged and elderly nobles just need to put in a little effort, instigate a few disputes, and let them fight among themselves. In the end, these old foxes will have no competition.

Hence, the banquet is sure to start late.

This is also one of the traditions for middle-aged and elderly nobles to maintain their prestige and pride at banquets. Unless it's the most energetic young knight, no one can compete with them. Of course, the noble ladies and misses understand that those who last until the end are them. The final choice, for experienced noblewomen and misses, is always the wisest... Who would want to spend the night with a drunken mess?

"Lady, where is your husband?" Rody asked after sitting down, realizing that the seating arrangement was very clever.

On this long, semi-circular seat, only two people could fit. Next to it were silverware, cutlery, various fruits, and chilled beverages. This seat was connected to the ones next to it, creating a lively and festive atmosphere, yet it also had its private space for individual conversations and laughter. Rody found the person who designed this seating to be a genius.

It was hard for anyone opposite to notice what the other was doing, but they could still talk to each other across the table.

The huge banquet table, with a magical conveyor belt in the middle, had countless foods moving back and forth slowly, allowing guests to choose their preferred dishes. The class distinctions at the banquet were clear, with lesser nobles like Rody's servant Ivanov and slave owner Adken at the far end.

Major nobles like Baron Barlovsky were in the middle.

And the high-ranking individuals were at the front, like Minister of Finance Mack, a few dukes, and their companions.

The empty seat at the head of the table was for Emperor William II. Rody's seat was only seven or eight meters from his, separated by Marshal Goton's and Prince Redlands' seats. Diagonally opposite were the seats for the Red Archbishop and Prince Norn, which were still vacant. Directly opposite was Prince Vincent, and further down were seats for the Knights of the Holy Lance like Holley.

They did not welcome Rody with a toast as others did, being preoccupied with their female companions while covertly observing him.

The Duchess, who rose to greet Rody, was dressed very elegantly, adorned with sparkling jewels. The corset made her full, white breasts even more prominent, creating a deep and alluring cleavage.

Her bowing and bending to greet accentuated the most beautiful part of her body.

The Duchess felt slightly embarrassed by Rody's question.

She didn't quite understand why the Prince of the Night would ask such a question, as at salon banquets, it was almost impossible for nobles to sit with their wives. Unless the wife was a fearsome figure, no one would do so. The purpose of attending the banquet was to find opportunities for romantic liaisons, not to sit with one's wife.

Nobles generally hoped that their wives would return home shortly after the banquet started.

If they didn’t want to go home, the nobles usually preferred their wives to sit with men of higher status and power than themselves, rather than with young, handsome knights who could offer no help in their careers.

There were some nobles who, not wanting to sit with their less attractive wives, would bring beautiful companions to dazzle each other.

And some noblewomen, powerful but not pleasing to the eye, often brought young and strong knights to the banquet. Only these people would sit with their companions, though this was rare. It was common for nobles to exchange companions at the banquet.

"He's sitting with the Countess," the Duchess said, glancing in the distance. Rody followed her gaze and saw that her husband was an old man, already smelling the coffin.

"Very well," Rody sat down, leaving the Duchess puzzled about what he meant.

"Prince His Highness, what would you like to drink?" To break the ice, the Duchess decided to start a new topic. It was rare for her to have the opportunity to sit with the Prince of the Night. She had defeated many rivals in secret to get this seat. If it weren't for their chance encounter on the street, she doubted Marshal Goton's wife would have arranged for her to sit next to him. She didn't want the Prince to be bored.

"Dark Magic Spring, ah, you humans don't have this!" Rody casually produced a bottle and poured a small cup for the Duchess.

"Thank you," the Duchess quickly lifted her skirt in a slight curtsy, gracefully extended her arm, took the cup, and sipped. She found that after drinking it, her whole body felt an inexplicable comfort, a wonderful sensation that moistened her throat and heart. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah, I dare say, this tastes even better than the legendary Elven Moon Spring... Oh my, this is the first time in my life I’ve tasted such a wonderful drink! Great Prince His Highness, what is the effect of this Dark Magic Spring?"

"It can beautify women and rejuvenate their youth," Rody said. Upon hearing this, the Duchess's hands trembled, nearly spilling her cup of Magic Spring.

"Really?" The Duchess felt breathless. Was there really a magic spring in the world that could rejuvenate women?

Although in legends, the Elven Moon Spring and Angel's Holy Water were said to restore youth, they were never seen by anyone. These were just mythical existences. People could pray in temples and, with enough money or devoutness, get some holy water that could slightly slow down aging, but that was far from enough.

Every woman longs to forever live in the youth of eighteen years old.

Perhaps an eighteen-year-old girl is not mature enough and still a bit naive, but only those who have lost their youth understand how precious and prideful that bit of naivety is. Any girl eager to grow up will later regret her foolishness.

The Duchess wasn't old, having only left her eighteen years a few years ago, but she felt her youth fading.

"One sip won't do, you need to drink a full cup," Rody said with a smile.

This was the magic spring he planned to promote in Kamarlon. It could beautify and slowly restore youth, but Rody didn't mention that it was addictive. It was like a poison that could drive people crazy and obsessed. He believed no woman watching her youth gradually return would willingly give up this Dark Magic Spring.

To make women even more obsessed, he added a slowly addictive, yet harmless substance from a magic flower, undetectable even by holy light magic.

He wanted Kamarlon's noblewomen and misses to become addicted both mentally and physically.

With such an impact, he believed it wouldn't be long before the people of Kamarlon sided with him, the Prince of the Night holding the Dark Magic Spring. Invading a country didn't necessarily mean waging war; there were many ways. Culture could be used for invasion, which the temple was wary of, but they were helpless against economic invasion.

Rody had the wealth of the entire Abyss. Although he couldn't unleash it all at once to collapse the economies of various countries, just a small breach was needed.

The dam that the temple had painstakingly maintained for thousands of years would also collapse.

If Rody asked Nicholas to promote his Dark Magic Spring, the temple and countries would surely be wary and displeased. However, he could promote it through another means, like the Duchess sitting beside him...

"I cannot express my feelings right now with all the words in the world. I want to praise you, but fear my clumsy tongue. I want to kiss you, but fear the presumption of my lips... Dear Prince, you are like a god in my heart!" The Duchess drank the Magic Spring, feeling completely intoxicated in a wonderful state, like a dream. The pleasant feeling, even more intoxicating than the climax, because it lasted long, from the tip of her tongue to the bottom of her heart, filled with sweet happiness.

"Don't tell anyone, not even your best friend," Rody said with a slight smile, "Because it's not like ordinary spring water that can be dug up from the ground."

"Prince His Highness, I swear I'll keep this secret!" The Duchess excitedly held Rody's hand, kissing it affectionately. Though she swore to keep it secret, Rody estimated that within three days, all the women in Kamarlon's capital would know about it. By then, Kamarlon would be swept up in a huge storm because of the Dark Magic Spring.