Chapter 158: No Lazy Days – Part 2

Chapter 158: No Lazy Days – Part 2

"And with this technique, our magic will grow faster?" Manon curiously asks, the other two Fountuns simply staring at me in confusion as they observe my mana circulation routine.

I smile warmly as I explain, "Yep. It's about twice as fast as the average magical training. You could grow even faster by ingesting these orbs, but they're difficult to acquire."

"It's ridiculously simple," Marceau remarks in disbelief.

"Yeah, everyone says that," Alissa wryly replies.

Manon gets a hold of her surprise first, so she bows and politely announces, "We'll be eternally grateful to you, Your Highness. Your family has shown us nothing but kindness ever since we arrived here."

"We merely want to make you feel welcomed," I smoothly reply with a smirk.

"Oh, we certainly do," Manon breathes suggestively and glances at Alissa.

Though the snow milf was hesitant at first, it seems she's taken a liking to my slutty orange fox. Thea seems a bit embarrassed, avoiding looking us in the eye, and Marceau acts casual, as if nothing happened yesterday.

Then we go silent as we begin our circulation training, and the Fountuns don't have a sub-process for it yet, so they're forced to put their full attention into this training.

I decide to leisurely create doll golems, and it seems that the "dumb" golems have become even dumber today, which is progress, I guess.

"You're correct, Master," Ted agrees, sounding cheerful.

"This golem has lower mental abilities than its predecessors," Suzy follows, her tone gentle and curious.

"It is veritable progress," Jarn encourages with a surprising amount of kindness.

And it seems that the golems are also slowly becoming better at applying emotions to their speech.

Anyway, I feel like my "intuition" for how to alter a golem's brain has become a bit stronger, so I'm willing to bet that I'll get a level up in [Golemancy] tomorrow.

Yunia, Lina, and Klein spend lunchtime with their respective families, and I have my meal with the rest of the wives and my concubines. Nono is present since she was working at the lab, and for once, our meeting doesn't immediately trigger a breeding session, though I'm sorely tempted to do it just to reassert my dominance upon her.

Thea returns to her family since she isn't a concubine (yet). We'll be sure to occasionally invite her just to give her an excuse to interact with the rest of the harem.

Intermission – Thea

"So, how did it go?" Mother sternly questions.

After the pleasure died down and Wolf freed me from his intoxicating embrace, I thought long and hard about how I'd report this, but King Wolf gave me a clear path to follow, and I'll obey him to the end.

"It was... a complete failure, Mother. He saw through me as if I was crystalline water," I solemnly confess and lower my head as my tail drops down, already expecting Mother's stern reprimand.

"What do you mean, 'a failure'? You gave him your body!" she exclaims in disbelief, and this part makes me a bit embarrassed.

I hug myself and look away, feeling just as vulnerable as I did when Wolf tore our plan to pieces. "That was the least I could do. He forbid me from talking about vengeance or offering myself in return for a favor."

"So you gave yourself away for nothing?!" she shouts angrily, making me flinch in fear.

It was just so good that I'd gladly give myself to him for free!

It was just so good that I want to do it again, repeatedly. I purse my lips and straighten my tail as I suddenly feel defiant and disobedient. Then I look Mom in the eye again and defend the hope that Wolf entrusted to me, "He gave me a chance to join the harem, and he told me to find my place while preserving the harmony of the family, but that's as much as we'll get out of him."

Mother frowns bitterly and shakes her head in disbelief as she replies dismissively, "He's preparing you for disappointment. He wants to replace your rancor with attachment to him and the harem."

But that makes me very confused. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"For you, but not for us," she whispers tiredly and lets out a long sigh. Then her eyes sharpen again. "I don't know how you'll achieve it since you gave away everything for nothing, but our vengeance is now solely within your hands, so don't you dare ever forget what we went through!"

Dad suddenly interjects, trying to appease us, "My love, my daughter, you're forgetting the significance of this morning."

"What?!" Mother shrieks at him. Then she winces and looks away, ashamed of letting her temper run wild once again.

But Dad just sighs softly, as he's always very understanding, then continues once Mother recomposes herself, "The mana circulation training is an imperial technique, and it's used for training mages with combat builds. What kind of deeper meaning is there when someone gives power to those who seek vengeance?"

Is this... a sign from King Wolf? Yes! He... he's being kind to us! He's willing to give some aid, even though he can't say it!

"This... are you sure the Ryders are shrewd enough to think that deeply?" Mother skeptically questions.

And immediately defend him, "I felt like a child before King Wolf, Mother. He's wise and poised, and he took me with such kindness, I felt like he was my father."

Dad gives me a surprised look, but I won't take back my words. Mother remains quiet and narrows her eyes as she reflects, but I believe she's just being stubborn.

"There's still hope," is what she wants to say, but a smart person never allows themself to be stabbed in the same place twice, so I don't blame her for being skeptical.

Then I look down at my own hands and frown.

I think we White Stalkers just have a different idea from a normal humanoid about what "loyalty" is because white is the color of liars, after all.

Intermission end.

Since Lina isn't here, Alissa and I spend our post-lunch rest time all over Ciel. While we allow the lewd monsters inside of us to molest the angel's curvilicious body, my mind is elsewhere as I ponder what to do next.

My skills of [Redirect Mana] and [Sense Soul] have been neglected for a long time, but I haven't been able to justify spending time on them when I still have things on my to-do list like the [Unravel]-resistance training for all of us, [Disruption Field]-resistance training for me since I have [Mana Body], leveling up, increasing my combat skills, my dragon transformation, my humanoidization, our Gestalt, and whatever else there is to do...

I pull my hand out from under Ciel's skirt, then raise my eyebrows at the amount of sticky juices that covers my fingers. "Well, aren't you a lewd woman, Ciel?" I teasingly question her.

She's unable to answer as Alissa is keeping her mouth busy, but the way she pinches her own dark nipples is all the answer I need.

And I get an idea. "Well, since you're already wet..."

"A-ah~...!" she lets out a quivering moan, her insides mirroring her vocal cords as they strongly grip my shaft.

"Move your hips, slut!" I harshly order her, and she obeys with a pout.

Then my angel starts to advise me, "A-anyway, you should do... what you want, at least for... ahn~... today." But her trembling voice undermines all authority in her tone, though she doesn't really need it since her words are always wise.

"How about I do you all day long?" I suggestively suggest as I repeatedly raise my eyebrows suggestively.

And her pout deepens so much that even Alissa chuckles.

"No sex," my angel declares with finality.

"Okay," I immediately agree and stop.

"You're the one who started this, but okay," Ciel whines to herself, her face showing no sign of her internal thoughts.

And the Elder's expression becomes stern. "The Council has come to the decision to 'wait and see' what you do about Heretic's Rest, which means that your request to join us is also on hold until you provide us with results."

Ciel nods in understanding. "As expected. Now that we've gone through the Purification and dealt with most of our enemies, we have time to focus internally."

Cinanta raises one long eyebrow in curiosity but decides to make no comment. "Hm... and following up on the matter of the Purification, we remind you that Lords aren't allowed to hold imperial Titles."

Yunia immediately takes over, this topic too serious for a careless answer, and audaciously declares, "And what do we get for relinquishing it? We're 'Deciens' now, and this is no ordinary Title to just give up after going through so much effort to obtain it."

"You shouldn't have participated in the Purification, to begin with," Cinanta points out with an annoyed frown.

But Yunia just ignores that and reinforces our stance, "You're not stealing our Title, but we can trade it."

Cinanta blinks repeatedly, in disbelief at her audacity, then just blurts out, "Trade for what?"

And here comes the bomb, "More men. We basically want the same benefits as the Title already gives us, so it'd be simpler for you if you just let us have it."

The old elf sighs tiredly, aging a few more years just in this conversation. Then she decides that this isn't her problem. "I don't feel like arguing about this with you, so I'll just bring this up in the next meeting."

Yunia nods in understanding, then adds one last condition, "We won't be giving up the 'Honorary Sky Captain' Title. We require that airship for our plans."

Cinanta just shrugs. "I personally don't care about the policy on imperial Titles."

And Yunia releases control, so Ciel's posture and expression soften. Then she kindly advises, "You should change it, then. With Farole on your side, we'd need a few dozen 'Decien' Titles just to begin to threaten it, not to mention the nightmare that it'd be to even siege it."

"With airships, you could," Cinanta mumbles and gives her a pointed look.

But now, all that's left in Ciel's heart is affable diplomacy. "All the more reason to let us join the Council instead of trying to oppress us," she cheekily suggests.

The Councilwoman seems done with our audacity, so she just absentmindedly replies, "Make sure you succeed in Heretic's Rest, then."

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