"Hmrr! Ha! Ha!"
The loud, unfiltered screams of a woman continues to echo inside the large bedchamber of the king.
On the king-sized bed in the middle of the room was the king himself, holding his reins, which was his mistress' shapely waist. On his sides, laying exhaused, were his queen and two of his other mistresses. They have been completely used, evident by the gushing white liquid in their front and back ends.
They must've started earlier in the morning.
Although he's near the age of being categorized as an old man, the king still seems energertic and youthful as a man in his prime. His short blonde hair has no sign of thinning. Even his body was ripped and full of definition.
He was once a lanky and sickly prince, but he changed once he met the previous sage.
"Oh! Sophia," the king greeted. "I'm sorry for the mess," he nonchalantly excused the depraved sight of the room.
"It's fine. It's not like this is the first time I saw you like this," I waved my hand at him.
"So? Did you come here to join us?"
"Not at all."
It's natural he would come to that conclusion, but that's unfortunately not my intention.
He shrugged his shoulders in dissapointment. Seeing how his partners were all exhausted, he must be looking for replacements. Well, he can obviously just get his other mistresses or maids for that.
And so, I revealed to him what I actually came in his room for.
Showing enough consideration, the king had finally stopped plowing his meat into his mistress to actually listen.
"I see. So you're moving in with your teacher? That's fine. I think it would benefit us too, now that you're planning to stay even longer in the kingdom."
"Umu, and I know that you and the prime minister have been spying on my master. You can stop that now. If you're worried she'll cause trouble, I can assure you she won't. And if you're planning to recruit her, don't bother."
"I'll trust your words."
The king trusts me more than anyone. It's not unusual for him to submit to me just like that. It's haughty for me to assume, but he probably even values me more than the hero.
"Good," I nodded, satisfied.
Now, Eria-nee can truly experience Rusceah without being constantly monitored.
"But if the kingdom is to be attacked by a foreign nation or the Dark army, I trust you would convince her to help?"
"There's a reason why my master is called a heroine. I won't even need to tell her anything."
"I see..."
"Hm. That's all I came here for. I'm going to clear my room now."
"Ah! Before you leave! Could you tell me what your master's preferences on men are?"
"Huh? You're asking me that?"
"As you know, all of my sons are yet to be married. Even my eldest, he's only now meeting his fiancée. If possible, I want them to romance your master."
"Heh...? I admit, they're all cute, but I don't think Eria-nee would want to marry any of them. Or anyone for that matter."
After all, Eria-nee didn't even marry Jules. And as far as I'm aware, he's the closest she had to a serious lover.
"No, it's fine even if they only have the kind of relationship you and I have. Rusceah would surely prosper if any of them gets to have that with her."
"Hmm... I'll think about it."
But it's true, it wouldn't really hurt to introduce them to Eria-nee. She has a preference for tall and blonde men after all. She certainly won't mind, and I doubt she would fall for any of them.
In that case, I might as well have her meet him. As someone who has a preference for both men and women, she would certainly like him. And since Eria-nee is a much better mentor than me, I could also have her teach him in my place.
"Could you tell me where the hero is?" I asked the king.