Chapter 80: The Dance

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Chapter 80: The Dance

Semiramis's pride was grander than her Hanging Gardens of Babylon; both Haruki and Medea were aware of it. By acknowledging Medea, Haruki's first servant and lover, she was putting down her pride as well as her dignity. Throwing the towel wasn't a possible action for Semiramis.

Medea looked at Haruki for advice, who simply smiled.

"The choice is yours alone" he turned to Semiramis. "But I'd be happier if there was no conflict inside our home."

Semiramis stared at Haruki for a long moment before she smiled softly. 'Our home' was his own way of acknowledging her as one of Haruki's own people. She finally earned his trust, the foundation for every relationship. It took some sincere approach and plenty of care. The skill that completely denied every bad action from witches also played a big part.

'How can he be so cute?'

Semiramis held back her desire to rush at her master and trap him in a crushing hug. The dark atmosphere of the Land of Dead didn't bother her budding desires in the slightest.

"Semiramis." Medea accepted the handshake. She had stopped hesitating the moment Haruki brought up his happiness. She couldn't deny any word that came out of his mouth. "Do not call me witch again and we can be friends."

Semiramis was desperate for Medea's friendship, not the other way around. Medea utilized this advantage to its fullest and put up a simple condition.

Semiramis shook her head. "Why? Miss Witch is such a cute name. It shows our bond as fellow witches."

Medea clenched her jaw and gripped Semiramis' soft hand. Medea's vessel was upgraded after she slept with Haruki. Semiramis felt the full brunt of this reinforced strength and squirmed in agony.

"S-Stop, you'll break my hand Sorry. Please. Miss Medea."

In desperation, Semiramis called Haruki for help. Haruki licked his lips, his grin on the same level as Medea's wickedness.

"Consider this payback for seducing me."

Semiramis' 'friend' and her master bullied her, bringing her to the verge of tears. Haruki laughed and took her hand before pressing his lips on the back of her hand. After numerous pecks, he gently rubbed her hand.

"Is that an oath, I wonder?"

Semiramis smiled, happiness radiating all over. "Isn't it too early to ask about that, my lovely master?"

Medea bit her lips, dark emotions coursing through her. Haruki sensed Medea's displeasure and stopped flirting with Semiramis.

He advanced through the corridors while holding Medea's hand. "You seem angry."

"You looked so happy with Semiramis I was jealous."

"I'd also be jealous if you talked to another guy with a smile. It's natural," Haruki didn't blame her for feeling jealous. He leaned to her side and whispered, "Anyways, we'll have some fun after this. I can make your vessel stronger now that I have awakened again."

Medea recalled their last time and gulped, her anticipation rising. The process of strengthening her vessel had enticing side effects. "Y-Yes, I-I'll be in your care."

Haruki chuckled at her growing nervousness. "You'll definitely be in my care."

Semiramis, who was just a few inches away, heard everything. As an assassin and a servant, her hearing was top-notch.

'Medea's growth came from my master's semen?'

She licked her lips, finding yet another reason to seduce her master. It seemed inevitable that she and Haruki danced in bed.

Haruki was too lost in Medea's eyes to notice the snake-like gaze of the Poison Master.

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