The cold, biting winds stung Martel’s eyes as he glanced down upon the city below. The wind rustled the sparse trees along the mountainside where he resided and brought clouds above the city. It was shortly below sunrise, when the number of guards would be at the lowest, and the rest would be asleep.
A strange smile broke out across Martel’s masked face as he fidgeted with his spear. The fish that slipped through the net had finally made its way home, though it was still too late. Near simultaneous purple flashes could barely be seen, vaguely illuminating the darkness below. They were the magic teleportation circles cast within a prison facility he had recently created. Many would wait within their cells, soon to be judged and dealt with accordingly.
Martel glanced at the cloudy sky before looking back at the city below. His eyes focused on the mansion in the center before he closed them and exhaled. Then, he opened only his left eye. In his pupil, a white flame was born. The air became restless, and the clouds began to swirl. A giant translucent eye formed in the center, and a white flame poured forth amidst the city below.
Blood began to spill from Martel’s opened eye. Using two Talents and boosting the spell with all of his MP had put much strain on his body, and there could have been serious side effects if not for his high CON.
After Martel completed the spell, he closed his left eye and opened his right as he quickly drank a mana potion, one of the best he had, to regain the MP he had lost quickly. As he put away the bottle, he noticed a commotion from the mansion. A figure flew through the air and eventually made its way in his direction. However, Martel’s vision drifted away from the approaching figure. Instead, he looked up toward the mountain as the sun’s rays began to peek over the edge.
Eventually, the figure stopped in the air away from Martel. A handsome man with long purple hair, piercing purple vertical eyes, purple clothes, and a pair of purple wings sprouted from his back looked at him angrily. A slight snarl appeared on his lips, but he did not seem overcome by anger, and he merely stared at Martel, observing and thinking.
Noting the man’s indecision, Martel adjusted the spear in his hand.
“Who are you to dare challenge me?” The purple-haired man asked with a snort, angry at Martel’s apparent indifference.
Martel raised his hand to his eye, and with a flash of magic, his eye was cleaned and healed. As his eye opened, the flame within died down. “Forgive the extreme invitation. I just figured you would want to see your son.”
Perhaps due to some wariness or simply being focused on an enemy, the purple-haired man didn’t seem to hear the joke or implication in Martel’s words. Instead, he remained still with even breathing, a slight purple fog escaping from his lips.
Seconds passed by, and neither of them moved. Then, Martel suddenly winced with bloodshot eyes and paling skin.
At that moment of weakness, the purple-haired man dove as his body changed to a winged purple snake, an amphithere. With a vicious roar, the amphithere dashed through the air. His maw opened, dripping with a virulent venom, intent on biting its foe. Though his attack power was weaker than other dragons, his poison was his true weapon. His airborne poison was far weaker than his venom. It was enough to weaken enemies, especially if inhaled over time. This weakness was what he exploited to deliver his venom.
His venom was a much higher concentration of his airborne poison, which did additional damage to the body. The amphithere was extremely confident in his venom, and only one application would make this weak-looking human easy prey. However, he suddenly constricted as his body tensed, an instinctual warning of danger. The amphithere suddenly veered off his course just as a spear, shining with the application of multiple magic, shot down from above him at tremendous speed. The amphithere’s evasive maneuvers allowed him to dodge the blow; the spear only glanced off the side of its scales harmlessly before it disappeared below without a trace.
The amphithere backed off only to find that the human on the ground below had disappeared. Instead, the human was above him, flying with his wings but made of red ki.
Martel smiled as he looked down on the amphithere as his complexion restored. “Sorry, dragon poison doesn’t work so well on me.”
The amphithere hissed through its sharp teeth and forked tongue before a playful expression appeared in his eyes. “Tell me, what do you plan to do now that you’ve thrown away your weapon?”
Martel smiled with an equally playful expression in his eyes. “Yes, thrown weapons are often a pain in the neck. Luckily, that wasn’t the only weapon I had up my sleeve.” He continued as he withdrew a black bow. In one swift motion, he fired a shot at the amphithere.
The amphithere aptly dodged the arrow, clearly designated at his wing. He began to move forward, only to have Martel move back as he fired another shot. “Do you only run?” The amphithere asked after he dodged another arrow. “You dared provoke me and only take cheap shots at my wing?”
Martel sneered. “Would you prefer a melee? Of course, you would. You have scales to protect you. Do you take me for a fool?” He mocked as he fired several more arrows.
The amphithere hissed as he dodged the arrows, his patience running thin. He figured this human only had several unique aspects and abilities at most, and such people were not unheard of. However, this human appeared to have little firepower, though there was the possibility he was hiding his strength.
With a flash of its wings, the amphithere shot towards Martel, who retreated in kind. Their full speeds appeared similar, though the gap closed every time Martel fired an arrow. They darted through the trees to the mountains. The amphithere had no means of ranged attack but had flexibility as no stalling tactics appeared to work, and dodging the arrows barely hindered him.
Eventually, Martel landed at a small clearing.
The amphithere glanced around, looking for enemies expecting an ambush, but found none. “Did you finally grow tired?”
Martel smiled as he cracked his neck and slightly stretched. “Okay, enough of the warm-up. Now the real fun begins.” He snapped his fingers, and an enormous barrier appeared. However, the barrier was so large that it didn’t seem to hinder them.
The amphithere glanced around in worry, but that quickly dissipated. “Do you expect this to hold me? I know not how you created such a large barrier, but its size is a weakness, and it won’t be able to hold me for very long.”
“Long enough.”
“I see,” Amphithere said with a chuckle. “You led me away. I imagine now your troops have begun to assault the city?”
“How astute of you,” Martel replied, unphased.
“A fruitless endeavor. You didn’t do a frontal assault, so your troops are insufficient. Besides, those people are only puppets. Humans are weak to their greed and fear, especially of death. All I will need to do when I return is poison a few key people, and they will be my puppets as well. It does not matter to me.”
“Aren’t you making a mistake,” Martel said with a chuckle before his eyes turned serious and red. His body began to exude ki that fluctuated in different colors. “You won’t be leaving here alive.”
The amphithere smiled in amusement at Martel’s bravado. However, his expression suddenly froze when three different dragon roars emerged from Martel’s body. Three different colored lights, red, black, and purple, shut out like balls of energy before taking the form of true dragons. The amphithere had the initial reaction to run at the sight of three true dragons but stopped himself. These were not true dragons, though their forms were. They were made of ki and only Rank 10 at that. Individually, they would be no threat, and three would only be a nuisance. Additionally, ki was something controlled by the wielder, which meant more mental strain.
The brief thoughts of retreat quickly left the amphithere, but his face froze again as an even louder roar broke out from Martel’s body. A blue light appeared and took the shape of another dragon. Unlike the three before, this dragon was made of mana, not ki. It was extremely lifelike, and at a distance, it would be indistinguishable from a dragon.
The mana dragon outstretched its neck and surveyed the field as if looking down on everything. With a flash of light in its eyes, tendrils of mana shot out. One attached itself to Martel, while the others attached to the different ki dragons. As Martel quickly downed another MP potion, wincing at the pain associated with potion overdosing, he sent his ki down the mana link. The ki traveled down the link and gathered within the mana dragon, separated by sources.
Warily, the amphithere looked at the mana dragon before returning to Martel. Though none of his current techniques truly threatened it, the strange situation before it gave it a sense of danger. He had never heard of using ki in such a way, nor had he ever heard of such a delicate and powerful spell. This person was a threat, one not to take lightly. If not now, then in the future. Unfortunately, his poison had little to no effect on this human, and his attack power was sorely lacking. However, he did not have long to think.
With another roar, the three ki dragons took to the sky and began a dogfight. With its greatest trump card, poison, being ineffective, the amphithere was slightly annoyed. However, there was no particular threat. The ki dragons were comparatively slower, and their attack power couldn’t penetrate his defenses except for his more vulnerable wings. Additionally, the ki dragons had a fatal weakness, a lack of energy.
With a bite, the leg of the red ki dragon was torn off and dissipated into the air. It appeared to be only a minor setback as the ki dragon regenerated extremely quickly. On closer inspection would reveal that the ki dragon was noticeably dimmer. The ki dragons used ki to sustain themselves, perform actions, and repair.
The amphithere was annoyed by these ki dragons and wanted to deal with the source. However, though they were slower, they were still enough of a threat that he did not wish to leave his back to them. At least he could see a clear end of the battle, with only a minimal loss of his stamina. However, his face changed abruptly when something unexpected happened. The intangible line of mana linked to the wounded ki dragon suddenly became aglow with more ki, replenishing it. The amphithere glanced down at the mana dragon to see its body aglow with ki of different colors.
Martel had been buying as much time as he could. The effect was not as good the second time, besides the additional pain from downing another mana potion. Because the mana dragon spell was a high magical secret, it did not have a maximum amount of MP to cast, so he had put all he had into it. At the very least, he planned to cast one more secret spell and hopefully end the fight. While doing this, he had been sending his mana dragon ki.
While seemingly impossible to break the bottleneck, one of the major advantages to Peak Rank 10 ki was the endless supply. His body produced as much, if not more, ki than he could use so he wouldn’t have to worry about running out. One concern, however, was the inability to split the ki effectively he was extruding. For example, if he was attacking and defending simultaneously, there was a limit to how much ki he could use. He would need to split between both, making them both weaker. This was one of the reasons why he had developed the current feature of the spell he was using. He had given the mana dragon the ability to receive and distribute his ki. This allowed him to freely send ki in his spare time during the fight without worrying about the Manifestations.
The peculiarities of Peak Rank 10 ki were not unknown to the amphithere. Unfortunately, he also lacked the offensive capability to dispose of a ki dragon swiftly. Even if he could, it would hold him long enough for the other two to do serious damage, the same reason why he hadn’t tried to break through the barrier. As the amphithere continued to fight while trying to find a breakthrough point, he suddenly realized something.
Martel had not fired a single arrow since they had arrived. While he might have run out, the amphithere found it extremely unlikely. Arrows, being relatively small, were often carried in space pouches. Out of the corner of its eye, the amphithere noted that Martel and the mana dragon were not moving, simply watching.
The amphithere couldn’t figure out the reason. There was no point in delaying time. Martel would need to drop the barrier if he were stalling for reinforcements, and the amphithere could flee. Reinforcements would have teleported in already if they existed. In addition, reinforcements would likely be vulnerable to the amphithere’s poison. It didn’t seem likely Martel was trying to weaken them over time. The amphithere was slowly but steadily making progress in destroying the ki dragons, and the physical exertion was not serious.
*Bang*
With a muffled thud, the black ki dragon’s tail struck the head of the amphithere. The amphithere was stunned, not from the impact, but from the blow that had landed. The amphithere fought more ferociously with an angry roar but soon noticed something was wrong. Then, a thought struck him. He glanced at the mana dragon, whose attention was focused on him, before glancing back to the ki dragons. He sensed a hint of wisdom in their eyes that he had not noted before.
“You bastard! Are you using me as a trainer?”
Martel tilted his head with a cocked smile. “You only just noticed?
“I’m going to rip you to shreds!” The amphithere replied, fully enraged.
Martel couldn’t help but send a funny look at the amphithere. It wasn’t surprising that he had not noticed. The mana dragon had another unique feature. Like the ki dragons, it also had a soul core integrated within it. This gave them basic autonomy, but the mana dragon had something further. Because it was a spell, Martel had far more control over it. This was the reason he was able to give it artificial intelligence. He did so, intending to become a commander, further controlling the ki dragons. The ki dragons did not have artificial intelligence yet. He put an additional benefit into the mana dragon to infect the dragons by uploading its code to the souls. In other words, it gave the souls of the ki dragons a form of artificial intelligence. This also turned them into a shared collective mind, improving their strength and tactics. Martel had not joined the fight for them to learn, but enough time had passed.
The amphithere, enraged by the situation and an instinctual fear welling up inside it, charged straight for Martel. To reach Martel, it took a blow to the wing from a ki dragon, which did not hinder its flying capabilities. “Die!”
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Martel’s eyes narrowed. “Do I look so weak to you?”
The moment the amphithere was about to strike, Martel shot into the air with a Gale Step in the direction of the mana dragon above him. With tact coordination, Gale Stepped off the mana dragon right back to the amphithere and delivered a full-strength Myriad Punch to its neck.
The amphithere roared after he bounced off the ground and quickly flew off. Internally, the amphithere was startled. At the last moment, he realized Martel had used some strange technique he had never seen before. He considered herself to be a relatively learned individual. One unique ability or tactic could be expected, two were surprising, and three were very worrying. On top of the strange techniques, Martel’s strength, which he expected to be weak, wasn’t. He tried to flee but was suddenly blocked by the mana dragon.
A strange flash of light appeared in the mana dragon’s eyes. The amphithere couldn’t help but be stunned when he realized the flash was. All of his foes had suddenly become stronger. The mana dragon had just cast a spell; Bless, increasing the stats for everyone. The amphithere didn’t have time to consider how a spell had cast another spell before something else happened. Above it, a giant purple circle appeared as it felt itself become heavy before crashing to the ground under the surprise increase in gravity.
Before the amphithere could think further, another flash appeared on its body. This flash was composed of mana that turned into a chain before transforming into wood. The wooden chains latched around the amphithere, strangling its wings before embedding itself and taking root in the ground. Before the amphithere could even try and struggle, Martel’s four dragons pounced upon it, pinning it to the ground.
“You bastard!” The amphithere shouted at Martel as it had become overwhelmed by the sudden change of events.
Martel ignored the amphithere’s exclamation. Instead, he snapped his fingers. “Gungnir”
It was the last word the amphithere heard before a stinging pain in his neck wracked his brain, and his vision darkened.
Martel watched as the four dragons dissipated. The wooden chains, no longer under the support of the mana, began to wither and crumble, leaving the corpse intact. Only two holes were on the amphithere’s body, an entry and an exit straight through his neck. Martel glanced at the amphithere before he extended his hand, and a magic circle appeared. A second later, Martel frowned as he put more magic into the circle, which grew bigger. Finally, a dirtied yet surprisingly intact spear appeared in his hands. The spear was the original he had thrown at the start of the fight. “Went deeper than I expected.” He mumbled to himself.
Martel glanced over his shoulder and saw an expected figure approaching. However, his expression slightly changed as he reached out and caught her. “Cali, are you okay?” He asked in concern. The edges of Cali’s body were disintegrating. This only occurred when Cali used too much energy to maintain her normal form. While this typically wasn’t life-threatening, it was still a matter of worry, seeing her body breaking apart like dust.
“Took too long,” Cali complained in his arms, though the fact that she snuggled in seemed to diminish any discontentment.
“Sorry, but look. Thanks to you, I won easily.”
“Pat.”
“Yes, you’ve earned it,” Martel replied as he began to pat her head.
“That feels good.”
“How many loops?”
“Too many.”
Martel nodded at the response. Martel had not thrown the spear for no reason. This spear was specially crafted and included several spells to increase penetrating power and reduce air resistance. When he had initially thrown the spear, Cali had intercepted it. She then looped the spear through the Dimension Door. Due to the spells that reduced air resistance, the spear reached a terrifying speed. Martel only had to make the target stationary, and the spear would do the rest.
After ensuring Cali was okay, Martel collected the corpse, and they disappeared with a flash of purple.
…
Now fully above the mountain range, the sun illuminated the city below. The occasional scream, sounds of conflict, and fire marred the beautiful scenery. Small groups of organized individuals raided the city. Strangely, none could hide from their searches as those who had escaped the teleportation were quickly captured. They were always intercepted by those stronger than them, as if someone was pulling the strings.
A lone woman stood under the shade of a tree overlooking the entire city. Her golden hair waved in the light morning breeze as she glanced between the city below and the projected map in front of her. Her emerald eyes showed no emotion from the cleansing below. Her expression remained indifferent until it melted with the appearance of a purple magic circle.
With Cali in a princess-carry, Martel teleported next to Freyja and let out a relaxed side.
Freyja’s smile soon turned to concern when she noticed Cali’s state. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, she just exerted herself,” Martel replied as he spoiled Cali in his arms. “How is everything else?”
“The operation is mostly completed. The majority of the stronger guards were sent away in the teleportation. Although our mercenary group is particularly strong, some stronger targets remain, and the girls are dealing with them.”
“That’s understandable. Most of the slaves who were good at combat were already taken, which makes this a good controlled experience for them.”
“What are your plans for them?”
Martel smiled but did not respond. Instead, he withdrew a couch from his inventory and motioned for Freyja to sit.
“You carry around a couch with you?” Freyja said with a smile as she sat down.
Martel gave a smug smile as he also sat down. “Just in case. You never know. I also have a bed on me.”
Freyja rolled her eyes before she cleared her throat.
“Ah, yes. They are a relatively small private force that we will use for security. Those that are available can be hired for work. During the Waves, I plan to use them strategically. Mostly, they will be responsible for defending locations, such as nearby cities, or assisting the heroes and their parties.”
“I understand. Are there any other forces I should be aware of?”
“Kuromi has established a smaller similar force responsible for the occasional assassination and intelligence gathering. Although the SRIN focuses on gathering intelligence, they don’t know the past. Utilizing more conventional means for obtaining intelligence allows us to obtain what we would otherwise miss..”
“How is the progress?”
Martel gave a bitter smile. “Slow. Although she is experienced, she’s also quite busy. Additionally, there is a surprisingly large and structured underworld. Other than that, they seem to be independent. I’ve found clues indicating someone is pulling the scenes from the background. While their control is indirect, I only need to control the local figurehead.
“Additionally, these groups seem extremely resistant to anyone who may infringe on their interests. It’s already been bloody, but I expect significant results within two weeks.”
Freyja curled her lip. “Everyone sure seems to be working hard. I feel bad for not doing anything.”
Martel smiled as he put an arm around her and drew her close. “Don’t worry, your Majesty. I imagine you’ll be busy soon.”
“Yes, I suppose I have to thank you for that.”
Martel chuckled at Freyja’s pouting. “Well, I need to process the prisoners, so I’ll leave Cali in your care.”
Freyja nodded as she accepted Cali after several attempts from Martel. Just as he was about to teleport away, she spoke. “Martel, stay safe.” She said with earnest concern.
Martel was suddenly surprised but smiled back. I will. You stay safe too.” He said before he disappeared in a flash of purple.
As the circle faded, Freyja’s look of concern did not diminish as she stared out as if he were still there. “I worry for you.” She said to herself as she closed her eyes. Her mind drifted back to when they first met, when they tested his magical abilities. “I worry for the darkness sealed inside of you. That shadow cast over you from that life you prevent yourself from living. The repercussion of the fear kept in the heart in your chest being torn open.”
“If that happens, what should I do?” Cali asked as a clear look of concern uncharacteristically appeared on her face.
Freyja gently smiled as she looked down at Cali in her arms and patted her head. “Make sure to get me; No, get everyone. I’m sure I’ll need the reinforcements. Until then, we only need to get stronger so that the worst never happens.”
End of Day 107
“Mayor, are you sure we should be doing this?” Among a group of five, an armored man asked the only unarmed and fairly fat man.
“Of course.” The fat mayor replied with overwhelming confidence. “Think of it. This is our chance. We used to run this city, and now it has separated from Sussex. Manpower will be short, and they will want someone with our experience. “
“I know that, but we-”
“Stop with all the negative talk. Leave the past behind. As leaders of the city guard, your experience will also be needed. They won’t turn us down.” The fat mayor continued with a confident and cunning smile. Of course, he had to make sure to retain his loyal dogs.
“Excuse me, Her Majesty, the Regent will see you now.” A woman suddenly said as the door opened.
The five men gave courtesy but suddenly froze. They froze not just from the woman’s beauty but her foreign appearance. Her clothes did not betray her appearance, so she looked completely human but with red skin. Her purple eyes peeked over her reading glasses as she seemed to see through them.
“Are you coming?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Yes, of course.” The mayor said as the five men quickly entered the small room before they again froze and could not help swallowing.
The room was small, with only a heightened table and chair in the center. Upon the chair sat a woman with golden hair that seemed to shine along with the crown on her head. However, it wasn’t only her appearance that caused the man to stop, but the aura she exuded, one of a superior. The red-skinned woman took her place to the right and behind the golden-haired woman. Another woman who had her eyes closed as if sleeping while standing was on the left. In the arms of her loose priestess clothing, she held a white sword, still sheathed.
The five men couldn’t help but feel suppressed, but that diminished as they took in the appearance of the three women. They felt like they had never seen a more beautiful woman, yet no guards were around them. However, before they could think further, the golden-haired woman spoke.
“You were the mayor of the city? Due to the illness of the ducal Regent, you took care of running the city before the Wave hit?”
“Indeed, your Majesty.” The fat man humbly said as he lowered his posture and hid the eyes that had born a trace of greed.
The Queen nodded as she glanced at the four men behind him. “You four are the captains of the town guard responsible for the four directions?”
“““” Yes, your Majesty."""" The four responded in unison.
The five men raised their heads in anticipation as things seemed to be going well, but they suddenly froze. The golden-haired woman’s eyes flashed gold, and it seemed she could see through them.
With a displeased expression, the golden-haired woman closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they resumed their emerald color. “Fat man, you are really brave. You dared to return after you killed the treasury guard and stole thousands of gold before you fled. For your crimes and for the justice of the dozen women you have harmed, I sentence you to death, carried out immediately.”
The fat man suddenly froze when he heard the woman’s words. He couldn’t understand how she knew what he had done. “Your Majesty,” The fat man began to say but suddenly stopped.
In front of the fat man, the woman who held a sword instantly appeared before him. With only the slight sound of an unsheathed blade, he suddenly froze. His body felt cold, and the world around him suddenly spun. The last thing he remembered was his fat body falling atop his severed head.
The other four men were horrified as they looked at the headless corpse at their feet. They didn’t even see the blade the woman had cut, and the wound sealed with ice froze them to the bone. “Your Majesty, forgive.” The foreman said as they quickly knelt on the floor.
“Oh? Tell me, what do I need to forgive?”
The four men immediately confessed their guilt, though most were minor bribery.
“Forget it. Work off your debts as normal guards. Leave us.”
“Thank your highness for your forgiveness.” They said as they quickly backed out of the room.
Freyja could not help but rub her eyes. She had been increasingly busy managing affairs, and they had begun to take their toll.
“Do you need to rest?” Lucibelle asked with some concern. These five people were the first outsiders that Freyja had met, and everyone else had been internal. What surprised Lucibelle most was Freyja’s decisiveness. Lucibelle had seen similar scenes before as Empress of the Devils. To her knowledge, Freyja had been kept away from such things. She didn’t see a single fluctuation in Freyja’s eyes, having someone killed before her, which surprised her.
Miyuki turned to look at Freyja, and similar thoughts ran through her mind. “Shall we retire for the evening?”
“Yes, if that is everything?” Freyja asked.
“That is everything on my itinerary,” Lucibelle replied.
Freyja nodded and instructed the guards to clean up the body, and the group of three left.
…
“Morgan, are you all right?” Freyja asked with concern after she, Miyuki, and Lucibelle returned to their shared quarters.
Morgan glanced at Freyja through cracked eyes. Her splayed posture and pale face showed her exhaustion. “Of course not. Ever since he got that Talent, he’s been using it to justify his insatiability. Especially for those of us who also obtained the Soul Body Talent.”
Miyuki covered her mouth as she chuckled. “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy it.”
Morgan rolled her eyes, too tired to argue. Instead, she lazily petted the red cat on her lap.
“Are you going to take care of that cat?” Lucibelle asked.
“Yes. She’s really old and was lucky enough to survive the Wave, and I figure I can let her spend her remaining days in peace. Besides, she’s a good kitty.” Morgan said as she scratched the back of the cat’s ear, which promptly purred.
Freyja glanced around the room, politely nodding to the other girls present. “Where is Martel?”
“Taking a break,” Shalgana replied.
Freyja nodded. “Well, we still have some time before bed. Is there anything we should do as a group?”
Miyuki’s eyes lit up. “I have an idea, and we shouldn’t waste any time and sharpen our skills.”
“What did you have in mind?” Caelia asked.
“I will help you all with the skill I learned in my previous life, the art of seduction.”
“Why... Why would we need to learn that?” Shalgana asked with clear confusion. “We already have our husband.”
A sly smile crept across Miyuki’s lips. “Of course not for him. It’s for other men.”
Various expressions across everyone else present, most closely related to bafflement.
“What? Why would we ever try to seduce another man?” Shalgana replied in a way that expressed how foreign the concept was to her.
“Well, of course-” Miyuki began but suddenly stopped as a slightly damp hand grabbed her shoulder.
For several seconds, there was silence, say for the dripping of water onto the floor. Martel had suddenly appeared wearing nothing but a bath towel, clearly having just come from the bath. As for his sudden appearance, the violent twitching of his eyebrow expressed to everyone that he had heard every word.
“Ah, Anata, you were hereeeeee!!!” Miyuki suddenly exclaimed as she was suddenly thrust over Martel’s shoulder. He turned around and headed back to the room. “Sisters! Quickly, save me! The demon lord has come and abducted me! He’s going to do so many naughty things to me! *Smack!* Ahn❣ *Slam*.”
The slamming door echoed through the room as the girls remained silent before the spectacle they had just witnessed.
“She did that on purpose, didn’t she,” Lucibelle said to break the silence.
“Oh! She jumped the line! It was my turn next!” Angelica exclaimed, but her silver face became richer as she realized she had exposed her excitement and anticipation.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to send him to your room this evening.” Freyja said to maintain her role as the peacemaker for her husband’s spontaneous actions.
“Are you sure?” Angelica asked, slightly embarrassed.
“Of course,” Freyja replied.
Unless someone specifically requested him, Martel would choose to spend the night with Freyja after performing his duties as a husband. That being said, they requested him often.
Angelica was about to thank Freyja but paused as a notification appeared in her vision. It wasn’t only her who got this notification.
Freyja glanced at the information before she gave a slight chuckle. “What interesting timing.”
System Upgrade V2 complete.
Next Wave detected. The location is unknown. Estimated time, 35 hours 17 minutes.
End of Day 107