“Why have you told me all of this?” Astria asked.
“Hehe... the message isn’t for you.” His eyes turned to me, and I couldn’t help but jump.
He looked right at me, but a second later he turned to Astria again.
“I won’t become your slave. I won’t make your fairy spring.”
“I had thought I had lost the ability to get a fairy spring of my own. I had tried many times. I knew that once you descended into madness you would no longer be able to create one. For a time, I had regretted acting so jealously. I was younger back then. I used to think every man’s woman belonged to me.” He let out a chuckle as if he just remembered something. “I had played with a lot of Karr’s so-called servant harem, although he had never known they weren’t faithful to him.”
“You will never touch me!”
“I don’t care to touch you.” He made a face. “You’re used goods. You’re barely even a fairy anymore.”
“Is that all you have?” The lioness asked mockingly. “You don’t even have the right to lick Master’s boot.”
“I won’t let you...” Astria tried to scream, but the woman merely flicked her fingers.
A dozen lionesses jumped onto Astria. She shrunk, trying to dodge them. Several spells were sent out by even more women. This was the harem he was fighting with. Not all of them were lionesses. Many of the magicians were other animalkin. However, simply by the expressions on their faces, it was clear there was a hierarchy and the lionesses were on top. When a lioness looked in the direction of one of the others, she quickly lowered her head.
The fighting only went a few moments before Astria was restrained to the ground. The dungeon lore was dropped, rolling over to Roth. He caught it with his foot.
“You won’t get away with this... when Master returns...”
“Oh, he’s out?” King Roth raised his foot. “In that case, I’ll wait.”
He slammed his foot down, breaking the orb underneath. The illusion of Matty let out a scream as his lore shattered into a dozen pieces.