“Mom!” Matty called out as King Roth pulled a sword and attacked.

He moved nearly as fast as King Diorite, and seeing him fight like that gave me an uneasy feeling that reminded me of my unfortunate time in the deep. This wasn’t the same situation though. I had the backup of all of my girls and my dungeon. Even if I fought King Diorite under my current conditions, who would win and who would lose wouldn’t be so obvious.

The maid tried to fight King Roth, but his movements were like a blur. The real Matty, the one still hiding in his corner, shut his eyes and covered his ears as if he was trying to deny what was about to happen. The maid split into three, and the three maids attacked from all sides.

King Roth only focused on the one in front of him. It looked like she was about to score a hit on him, but suddenly two forms appeared as if from nowhere and met her two other forms. They were thrown away with ease, and King Roth managed to get his hand around the throat of the one he aimed for. She appeared to be the real one.

I checked out the two new people who had appeared. They were beautiful, buxom women with wild tan hair not unlike King Roth. They had cattails and cat ears, and it took me a moment to realize that if King Ross was a lion, then these were lionesses. These were special catkin variants. They reminded me a bit of Lydia. They seemed to have that same wild air about them, and they moved in a rather sensual way, their tails swaying back and forth with each step.

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“No! Please! I surrender!” Matty begged.

“Hmph… this single woman is all you bring to the table? She can break into three. I suppose that is respectable, but at the end of it, she’s still only one person. Fine another dozen women, and maybe I’ll give you a bit more respect, kid.” King Roth spoke dismissively while holding the struggling maid in the air.

“I don’t want another dozen women!” Matty cried out. “I just want mom!”

“Too bad.” His hand twisted, and there was a resounding crack.

At that moment, the image went out. Matty was shaking, seeming to be fully affected by post-traumatic stress.

“Matty, there is more to show me.” I didn’t put it as a question.

He jerked, looking like he wanted to melt into the wall. I sighed, and then carefully leaned over and patted his head.

“Mathew, please. I know it hurts, but I need to see everything if I’m going to help.”

He still didn’t respond, but after a few moments, the image was restored. The maid was on the ground, her body slowly being enveloped by the orb, that was now in King Roth’s hand.

“Please… stop… please, don’t… mother…” Matty was on the floor, crying, one hand stretched out in the most pitiful state possible.

“You believe you can recreate her from this lore?” King Roth asked.

“Please…” It seemed to be all Matty could say.

“Hmph… how boring…” He turned and dropped the lore.

As it fell to the ground, a form wooshed into the room. Dark tendrils shot out and caught the orb. A moment later, a figure appeared in the center of the room between Roth and Matty. It was a woman I was very familiar with.

“Astria.” I was shocked to hear the name come from King Roth’s lips. “It’s been a long time.”

Astria looked downright furious. “Yes, it has… Harem Hero!”