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The next five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Many noteworthy events unfolded during this short period.
First, Lucifer apologized to Mia. Regardless of any promise or lack thereof, he insisted that he should never have raised his hand against her or slapped her. He knew that much of what happened that night had been part of their agreed-upon play, but those slaps had not been fake—he had genuinely been furious in that moment. So he was determined to apologize fully.
On her part, Mia also apologized to her son. She expressed deep regret for her vulgar fetishes and for trying to force them on him. She apologized again for breaking her earlier promise. This time, she solemnly vowed in the name of the Goddess of Fertility that she would never attempt to fulfill those fetishes or fantasies again.
She went further: she promised never to kiss anyone else except him, and never to let anyone touch her breasts except him. She would only share those parts of her body with other men if Lucifer himself permitted it—and once again, she sealed this vow in the name of the Goddess of Fertility.
Lucifer then gave her a special ring and explained its purpose: it would warn her whenever she was about to engage in sex with others by reminding her that certain parts of her body were already reserved for him, gently reinforcing the promise she had just made.
In the end, both mother and son apologized to each other, mended their fractured bond, and spent a long, passionate night together. Lucifer claimed and worshiped every inch of her—kissing, fucking, ploughing, and ravishing her completely—until they returned to their familiar, loving rhythm.
The second event brought joy to Jasper.
His concubines Livina, Deminti, and Kendryll had been successfully bred and impregnated—by both Jason and Tristian.
The two young men were overjoyed; this was the first time they had ever impregnated anyone after years of sexual activity.
For Jasper, it meant another chance to become a father again.
The third event was long anticipated.
Borris informed Lucifer that both of his prized mares, Ysoria and Opaline, had been successfully bred and impregnated by his stallion Mephis.
Two new colts or fillies could now be expected.
Lucifer immediately went to the stables to congratulate the three of them. He prepared a special sweet treat—a mix of fresh fruits—which all three ate peacefully together.
Afterward, Opaline asked Lucifer when he would finally fulfill her wish.
Thanks to Lucifer's [Loque Skill], he could understand the speech of animals, and they could understand him—they could literally converse.
Ysoria, too, pressed for her first-pregnancy wish.
Lucifer naturally agreed and asked what they wanted.
Opaline insisted she had asked first, so the right of first wish belonged to her. Yaoria conceded.
Opaline then revealed that both she and Yaoria wanted exactly the same thing from Lucifer.
Intrigued, he asked what it was.
Borris, watching the young master apparently talking to horses, quietly wondered if he had lost his mind.
Opaline bluntly stated their desire: they wanted Lucifer to breed them himself—with his fourteen-inch dragon cock.
Lucifer felt as though he had just stepped on a landmine.
Interspecies sex or breeding had never once crossed his mind.
He briefly considered using a morph pill to transform them into human-like forms, but he wasn't ready for that.
So he postponed the matter.
Somehow, though, Ysoria extracted a firm promise from him: after they gave birth to their foals in five months' time, Lucifer would impregnate both of them in Mephis's place.
They confessed they had been fantasizing about riding his "dragon" for the past four months.
Throughout the entire conversation, Mephis had no objections whatsoever. He even told Lucifer that he found sex boring and that both mares were utterly insatiable. If Lucifer could repeatedly impregnate them, Mephis would be perfectly fine with it—after all, Lucifer was both his master and his "big brother."
The irony of a stallion calling a human his big brother was not lost on anyone.
Nevertheless, Lucifer agreed. He just needed time to mentally prepare himself.
The fourth notable development came in the form of two recordings from Elspeth and Agnes.
The first showed how the Morgen Duchy had welcomed them with open arms—immediately organizing a grand group orgy in their honor. Even Duke Merwin Kyas Morgen himself participated, ravishing both women to their hearts' content. At first, everything seemed cordial.
But when Elspeth and Agnes raised the main topic—arresting, killing, and eradicating the followers of the Church of Toxara—Merwin demanded fifty million gold coins and the exclusive sexual rights to both women in exchange for cooperation.
Elspeth and Agnes rejected the demand outright. They declared that they loved the people of their own ducal house, intended to marry within the Westirifer ducal family, and had already joined their young master's household.
Merwin's face twisted as though he had swallowed a pound of human excrement.
The real blow came when Link Kyas Morgen—Merwin's son—arrived.
He stated flatly that cooperation was impossible. The Morgen Duchy maintained a good relationship with the Church of Toxara. Last year, when his mother Herminei had fallen gravely ill, the Church had supplied rare medicinal herbs and controlled poisons that slowly but surely restored her health.
He refused to betray them for Westirifer's sake.
What he did not reveal was the true price the Church had exacted: in exchange for those herbs and poisons, they had taken his sister and his aunt. A full year had passed since then, and no word of their condition had ever reached him.
To conceal this, he simply claimed that the Morgen Duchy now fell under the jurisdiction of the Lustbound Heaven Kingdom.
"First obtain their permission, then come to us."
This stance was not unique to Morgen. Bexihound Barony, Ironford County, Keilname County, and Hecktor Duchy also refused cooperation outright.
However, Holycross Duchy, Livingstone Duchy, Redbarn Barony, Florence County, and Weilheim Duchy were reluctant but ultimately agreed to cooperate.
Their reasoning was straightforward: the Church of Toxara's goals and methods were impure and abominable. They could not stand by while such monsters defiled the beautiful world created by the Goddess herself. In these righteous states, the Church of Life and Fertility and the Church of Love and Compassion held sway—so it was only natural they would stand against the inhumane bastards who devoured the flesh of innocent newborns to extend their own lifespans, mocking the natural order.
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On the sixth day, Jasper's convoy and Aleric's convoy reached their destinations simultaneously.
Jasper arrived at Whitefen City, the capital of Purefield Duchy.
Aleric and Cesar's convoy reached the border of Virexion City.
This was not Jasper's first visit to Purefield Duchy—he had been a frequent guest in the past, back when he served as Head Minister of the Royal Palace Court.
He was well aware that he wasn't the only one forced into political marriages with women from the Picolo Kingdom to demonstrate "mutual trust and respect." Dimancy and Jamica were perfect examples.
In his early days, the kingdom had compelled him to marry a girl from the Harpy tribe and another from the Moonwolf tribe of Picolo. He had complied. Now Jamica (Moonwolf) and Dimancy (Harpy) were two of his three main wives.
Over the years, genuine love had blossomed—he adored them to the depths of his soul.
But Purefield had always harbored reservations. As one of the founding members of the Lustbound Heaven Kingdom, they had never been forced into marriages with Picolo tribes. Instead, the kingdom required them to serve as breeding partners for various demihuman species and animals—providing research material for Picolo.
This was their designated way of "showing respect" to the kingdom, and Purefield had reluctantly agreed.
In truth, the founder of Purefield Duchy had been one of the thirteen favored wives of the Human Emperor who had fought the dark forces of the Remis Kingdom long ago.
After victory and the establishment of his own kingdom, the Human Emperor had decreed that the families of his wives would rise to power and be granted ducal titles.
Among those thirteen, he doted most on Cristiana Purefield—so he gifted her the most magically rich land in the human realm, where she founded Purefield Duchy.
The land was truly extraordinary: vast mines of Ether—a stone with immense capacity to store and amplify magic.
Because of the deep, endless deposits of Ether beneath the soil, the entire region had become saturated with magic.
Precious stones mined here possessed inherent magical properties.
Crops grown in Purefield soil granted enhanced physical benefits—almost equivalent to low-grade health potions.
The land's fertility was legendary, consistently amplifying yields by up to 80%.
Even the water from its fountains, streams, lakes, and ponds carried mild magical effects—long-term consumption exponentially boosted mana, while a single extended bath acted like a low-grade one-time mana enhancement potion.
It was no exaggeration to call Purefield a treasure trove for the entire kingdom.
Jasper, accompanied by W, X, Y, Z (the four S+ Yorkshire Devils) and ten Viper Guards, arrived at the gates of the Purefield ducal palace.
The palace radiated overwhelming wealth and authority—its grandeur rivaled even the Royal Palace itself.
At the gates, Jasper introduced himself as the envoy of Westirifer Duchy and demanded an audience with both the Duke and the true decision-making authority for external affairs.
Everyone knew the current Duke was Felix Purefield, but real power over foreign matters rested with Crimson Purefield—Felix's grandfather.
Jasper requested to meet both.
For reasons unknown, Crimson refused to grant him any audience.
The newly appointed Duke Felix, however, saw an opportunity to earn some personal merit and agreed to receive him.
The meeting took place inside the grand ducal courtroom of Purefield.
Felix sat regally on his high throne.
Beside him sat his mother—and wife—Greta, radiating imperial pressure toward Jasper.
Jasper remained utterly unfazed; he barely acknowledged her presence.
Behind Jasper stood the four Yorkshire Devils and five Viper Guards (the other five were guarding the carriages and belongings).
On the opposite side, Felix occupied the throne with Greta at his side, and his butler Grey stood attentively behind him.
Felix opened with arrogant disdain:
"What is this traitorous former Head Minister of the kingdom doing here?"
Ignoring the provocation, Jasper replied calmly:
"Your Highness, Duke Felix, I would appreciate it if you minded your words.
I was never loyal to the kingdom—not even for a moment. Working for them was a compulsion because my dear friend Lady Veronica was politically married to King Ignis, and I had promised to stand by her forever. So I served until she remained there.
But now that she has severed all ties with the Lustbound family, I have no reason to stay. I left without hesitation."
Greta spoke next:
"Hmm… it's been a long time, Jasper. How is your family?"
Jasper glanced at her.
"All is well. My daughters and wives are doing better than ever."
Greta asked:
"And how is Veronica… your one-sided love?"
Jasper smiled faintly.
"It's no longer appropriate to call it one-sided. Yes, I truly loved her once. But for her, our friendship mattered far more than my romantic feelings, so I compromised. She's doing wonderfully now—better than ever."
Greta pressed:
"How are things in Westirifer? Christopher told me that child is a real devil—brutally murdering anyone who opposes him."
Jasper's smile remained soft.
"That's his perspective. From Christopher's view, what my master has done makes him a devil.
But in my view… he has done nothing wrong."
Greta leaned forward.
"Well, in *my* view, he did everything wrong. That girl Sarah wanted from childhood to be used as her father's fuckdoll. Christopher loved her too. Your master stole from Christopher what rightfully belonged to him.
Lucifer filled Sarah's womb—the womb that belonged to my husband.
So what wrong did he do by taking back what was always his?
Your master destroyed Christopher's family in Evorywood. Because of Lucifer, Christopher lost his wife Mia and his daughter Amelia.
So what wrong did he do by taking Lucifer's daughter in revenge?
Revenge doesn't care about morals. A daughter for a daughter. And even then, Christopher showed mercy—he didn't take Lucifer's wife."
Jasper listened carefully, then responded:
"Lady Greta, your talent for spouting nonsense remains unmatched.
My master never took Christopher's wife or daughter from him. Christopher lost them through his own stupidity.
A man who enjoys raping and degrading his own wife and daughter is a psychopathic bastard.
And even if we pretend he wasn't enjoying it—if he was simply a coward too afraid to stand up for them—at the very least he should have demanded an explanation.
But he did none of that. Instead, he verbally abused his own son, who was seeking justice for his mother and sister.
So no—I don't believe Christopher deserves the companionship of Grand-Duchess Mia or Duchess Amelia."
Greta sneered.
"Oh? So that whore has become a Grand-Duchess now? Mia truly has rich fortune."
Jasper replied evenly:
"Yes, my madam has rich fortune—because Master Lucifer is her son.
But look at you: sitting here beside this moronic Duke, unable to even begin a real conversation with me while you do all his work."
Greta narrowed her eyes.
"You have a long tongue, Jasper. I am my son's wife—so I am a duchess too. Do you have a problem with a couple sitting together?"
Jasper shrugged.
"Absolutely not. So if the pleasantries and taunts are finished… shall we discuss the main topic?"
Greta cut in:
"No need. I already know why you're here: to ask for cooperation in arresting, finding, and killing the followers of the Ancestor's Demagus faction. We will not help."
Jasper raised an eyebrow.
"Demagus? Who is that?"
Greta smiled thinly.
"Oh? You don't know? Outside the inner circle, they call him Rotveil."
Jasper shook his head.
"Actually, Lady Greta… Rotveil and his followers are only our secondary target. Our primary target is Christopher and Sarah. Hand them over to us, and we will leave without bloodshed."
Felix finally lost his composure.
"You have the guts of a tiger to demand my father and my sister right in front of me and my mother. Do you really believe I won't cut you into bite-sized pieces and feed you to the hounds in my backyard?"
Jasper met his gaze calmly.
"Answer yes or no, brat. Don't try to scare me."
Felix snarled:
"No. Now leave before I change my mind and kill you all."
Jasper smiled faintly.
"You don't have the guts, brat. You're still wet behind the ears.
Though I do quite like your butler's head. I think I'll take it for myself."
He turned slightly to Z.
"Sir Z… if you please."
In the next instant, Z vanished from his spot and reappeared in the same place.
Grey shouted:
"What circus tricks are you maggots—?"
Jasper interrupted:
"You've run your tongue quite enough for a dead man."
Grey lunged forward.
His torso took a single step—but his head did not move.
It simply dropped to the floor like a ball, rolling to a stop.
Grey never even realized how he had been decapitated.
His death was instantaneous and painless.
Jasper turned back to Felix.
"The audience is over. And this is what awaits your entire bloodline."
Greta and Felix were frozen in shock.
The hidden S+ rank adventurers didn't dare move or speak—they sensed an unfathomable enemy. Opposing him meant certain death.
Amid the stunned silence, Jasper calmly turned and walked out of the ducal court.
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Due to earlier rumors and intelligence about Westirifer's envoys, the kingdom had already anticipated a delegation.
They didn't know exactly who was coming, but Bellatrixa's previous display had left them deeply shaken.
Defense Minister Folia had blanketed the entire ducal palace in an anti-magic field.
She had exhausted nearly three-quarters of the kingdom's annual budget to hire:
10,000 A+ rank adventurers,
1,300 S+ rank,
87 SS- rank,
and 13 SS+ rank adventurers
from neighboring guilds and vassal forces.
In Folia's eyes, any delegation from Westirifer was an invitation straight from the 18th floor of hell.
Last time, a single woman and a handful of guards had exerted unbearable pressure.
This time, intelligence indicated that three such women would be accompanying the envoys.
So she had hired everything and everyone available.
Even SS- and SS+ rank adventurers were eager to witness who was coming, creating widespread unrest throughout Virexion.
Head Minister Bekelen cursed Westirifer and Lucifer with every breath—the pressure had already forced him to burn through more than half the budget on absurdly high-rank mercenaries.
These were only the external defenses.
Inside the Royal Court, another 73 SS+ rank hunters stood ready alongside the Royal Guards, led by Kelly herself.
Virexion was now fully mobilized to "welcome" the envoys.
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From a distance, two carriages approached the entrance gate of Virexion.
Each was pulled by four powerful, muscular white stallions.
The carriages were painted in deep violet and bore the sigil of Westirifer Duchy.
The horses were adorned with velvet-red cloth and ornate accessories.
Cesar drove the lead carriage; Aleric drove the second.
During the six-day journey, Vance and Artemis had occasionally taken the reins themselves.
Veronica rode in Cesar's carriage, accompanied by Nocturna, Zyrene, and Severina.
The irony: Veronica knew almost none of their names.
She only recognized a handful of shadowborns—Bellatrixa, Lucelith, Lovertia, and Gracy. That was it.
Inside the carriage, however, an entirely different scene was unfolding—one that left Veronica repeatedly speechless.
The three shadow-sisters—usually cold and composed—now wore faintly confused expressions.
Zyrene gently touched Veronica's swollen pregnant belly.
"Why is your belly so swollen and puffy? Do you have a gastric problem?"
Veronica blinked.
"...?"
Severina corrected her sister:
"That's our daughter in her belly."
Nocturna tilted her head.
"Why is our daughter in her belly and not ours?"
Veronica: "???"
Severina explained patiently:
"Because she wasn't able to push her daughter out yet. That's why her belly is bulging. She isn't like us—her vagina isn't large and stretchy. Hers is small."
Nocturna asked:
"Hmm… so when will she be able to push it out? I really want to see her."
Zyrene suggested:
"Ask Sister Veronica. She's keeping her all to herself."
Nocturna turned to Veronica.
"Why aren't you saying anything…?"
For the past six days, Veronica had been in a near-constant daze from the relentless barrage of hilariously innocent (and utterly bizarre) questions from the trio.
Through their chatter, she had learned the basics about shadowborns:
Lucifer's dearest shadow-daughter wasn't even a year old and was already a mother.
Time meant nothing to them—they grew at an accelerated rate, reaching adulthood in just twenty-five days.
They resided in the Shadow World, an alternate space.
They were masters of space magic, shadow magic, and combat—all trained as assassins.
Their pregnancies lasted only fifteen to twenty minutes, followed by labor, and within an hour a new shadowborn entered existence.
They could only give birth to daughters.
Veronica had also had regular conversations with Nocturna, Severina, and Zyrene.
She learned that Nocturna's daughter was Mara, Severina's was Gracy, and Zyrene's was Zyrelia.
She discovered that these shadow-wives of Lucifer were absolute chatterboxes—but only with people they deemed genuinely good for him (Westeria, Amelia, and now Veronica).
They weren't disrespectful to others; they simply had very limited exposure.
Their conversation halted when the carriage stopped at the Virexion entrance gate.
Once again, Corry stood guard.
The moment he saw the Westirifer sigil and flag, terror flooded his face, and his mind began spiraling.
But before he could utter a word, Cesar teased:
"Oh look, Aleric—it's our son Corry, still guarding this gate with his life."
Aleric joined in:
"Yes, Cesar… look how thin he's gotten. The kingdom isn't even feeding him properly."
Cesar continued:
"Exactly, brother. Last time he was so hungry he ate his own hair. See? He's already bald."
Corry, silent until now, exploded:
"You… You… You…!"
Cesar mimicked:
"What 'you… you…'? What are you doing?"
Corry snapped:
"Leave it! Why are you here again? Was insulting our kingdom and king last time not enough?"
Aleric laughed.
"Ah, sorry, dear Corry—but last time it was Lady Bellatrixa who came. We're actually meeting after four months."
Cesar waved a hand.
"Enough, Aleric. Let our son Corry guard his gate.
Now, dear son—open the gate. Let us in."
Corry grumbled:
"Hmm… yes, you can go. But this time your ride won't be smooth."
With that, he opened the gate, and the envoy moved forward.
When they reached the Royal Palace gates, a massive force awaited: hordes of hunters, adventurers, and palace guards stood at full attention.
Head Minister Bekelen emerged to welcome them into the palace court—but froze when he saw Veronica herself among the envoys.
No matter the feud between duchy and kingdom, they could not leave honored guests standing outside.
Veronica smiled warmly at Bekelen.
"Look at that—Agastha's son has become Head Minister."
She reached out, caressed his cheek affectionately, and asked:
"How are you faring, kiddo?"
To Veronica, Bekelen was still a child.
She had known him since the days when his mother Agastha had been one of her personal maids.
Bekelen stood speechless for a long moment.
Veronica simply pulled him into a warm hug.
His hand drifted upward toward her breast—then stopped when Veronica said gently:
"Kiddo… that's out of reach now. It's special property reserved only for my son, my husband, and my future children."
Bekelen blushed furiously, composed himself, and said:
"Lady Veronica… Sir Envoys… the Royal Family is waiting for you."
Veronica gave his head a fond peck.
"Lead the way."
Bekelen guided Veronica, Cesar, Aleric, Vance, Artemis, Severina, Zyrene, and Nocturna into the Royal Palace.
As they walked toward the royal courtroom, Veronica asked:
"Does Agastha still work as a maid?"
"Yes… she is now His Highness Sir Peter's personal maid."
Veronica asked:
"And Gothek—your father?"
Bekelen's voice dropped.
"Died two months ago… hunting a Rolthem feline."
Veronica sighed softly.
"Poor kid.
Now… stop leading. Go call Agastha."
Bekelen hesitated.
"I can't."
Veronica:
"Why?"
Bekelen:
"She's busy… he's using her like a ragdoll. He's completely corrupted her mind.
As Head Minister now, I can't raise my voice."
Veronica nodded, then said firmly:
"Go pack both your bags, kiddo. I can go ahead myself."
Bekelen:
"Why?"
Veronica:
"Your aunt is pregnant. She needs a personal maid—so I'm taking Agastha with me."
Bekelen protested:
"But—"
Veronica cut him off sternly:
"Do what I'm saying. I don't want excuses. Now go."
Bekelen said dejectedly:
"I can't, Aunt. If I leave… who will take care of my wife?
Actually… I'm married to Dora. She belongs to the Royal Kynari tribe of Picolo Kingdom.
And to tell you the truth… the king is forcing me to barter her in exchange for my mother."
Veronica replied without hesitation:
"Pack her belongings too.
Actually—no, don't pack yet. Do it after the audience with the king and matriarch.
I'll handle the rest."
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