Alexander and his army trudged slowly through the thick ice and snow—almost magical how leaving the city of New Haven was like transferring to another world as the sun turned cold and the winds beca frigid and bitter.
"How long will it take us to reach the city?" A gentle voice sounded—it was Himari who walked holding Alexander's hand to boost the effectiveness of her warmth spell, a gentle eastern gown all she wore in this horrid snow.
Alex himself, although immune to the cold, felt the chill was irritating as he wore a thick jacket with fur neck and hood.
"Depending on how many of the mutants are frozen in this hellish landscape and how many have thawed enough to fight and move."
His hand gently gripped hers and the pale fingers of Maria, who walked on the opposite side. Sohow, they had made a system where every half an hour, the girl on the left would switch, and no was Maria's turn with Althea before her.
"However... the cold seems to change them and allow them to evolve more deeply; so of them were far more powerful than normal stage three and four zombies, and most of them are above stage five despite being frozen since the start of the apocalypse."
Alexander rembered fighting that horde because of Brunhild's training style and her will to test him...
Sohow, he worried how much stronger so of those monsters had beco rembering Eris, and the intelligence they showed was rather sothing he feared might take the lives of many of his Vesta.
He feared that this was the last chance to treat them all as sothing special and unique without losing sothing once he accepted the offer of Stella's mother to beco part of their family.
It sounded stupid, but to him, who started alone, then eting Mildred, becoming desensitised and distancing himself from the Vesta ant he needed a new path...
One where the won would eventually be free to make their own decisions and choices, and only those he would take care of forever would beco Vesta.
Walking through the desolate frozen wastes, these were the thoughts on his mind, as the small comfort of Maria's little warm hand filled his heart with hope.
He hoped that he could beco a big enough man to at least comfort the hearts of those he had already put out his hand and touched.
Once we reach the city, I will abandon caring for all of them alone; Stella, Sarah, and Amy have all begun to show ideas and paths to take for the growing nature of our organisation...
I regret not being able to see each one of them and support and fuel their efforts, but I am but one Ghoul...
My two hands are limited.
[When did you beco so weak-willed? Don't forget you have over one hundred Gula Warriors who will be desperate for your body and affection and those knights that even now fight to et you once again.]
[Alexander, you are not a normal man.]
[At least don't lose heart when you haven't tried to support them.]
[Qilana and that cute dark elf are coming to et you.]
Can they really co here, though? How will they know I am in this frozen tomb... I worry they will get crushed and fall...
[That queen isn't so weak. She has already retaken her land, crushed her enemy and ALL because you gave them hope, gave them the ability to do so.]
[I will guide them when the ti cos—all you need to do is wait with open arms.]
I...
[Or have you forgotten your oath to take as your woman one day, too? Hahaha, don't limit yourself to human standards.]
[Even if the Gula only lay with you once a full moon, they would be content.]
[Alexander, do not worry; we can endure as long as you keep loving us.]
It was at that mont that Alexander began to feel shaful for his thoughts, as ideas and ways to manage them all were imprinted and burned into his mind by the overzealous Sapphira, who seed intent on making him a harem king rather than a ghoul king.
The cold path was quiet, with only the crushed ice and snow beneath the three thousand boots sounding as a woman's eyes watched the back of Alexander's fur coat with a sense of anger, longing and confusion.
Her lycan ears flickered as she stood beside her cousin and love rivals Sarah and Carmine.
There is soone I have wronged and need to see...
All of his contemplating on this cold journey while keeping an eye on the distance for any movent, Alexander took this ti to reflect on himself and the won behind him, how he could make them happy and those whom he promised too much and gave too little.
A lamia, lycan, sli and two oni sisters...
Most of all, the Lycan who he tossed aside despite destroying her life.
Her brother was killed by my hand, and I twisted her heart and left her alone because she did not follow my desires...
"Sylvia..."
Alexander's voice was gentle and endearing as the words danced along the frigid gale that brushed along his cheek until a sudden hand wrapped around his.
"Yes, Lord Alexander? I was beginning to think you forgot my na... and existence."
Hearing the nostalgic voice, he turned to face her, the woman who beca his enemy because of a strange prophetic dream that led to the death of her brother and a permanent wound in both their hearts.
The first and only woman that Alexander truly violated for the sake of dominating her...
"I could never forget you, nor those beautiful golden eyes."
Sylvia was a beautiful woman—her tanned skin was even more prominent now and caused Alexander to feel she truly had beco more and more different from the figure that seed similar to Sarah.
Tanned flesh, like the hot shimring sands of a desert kingdom, a caral tint that reminded him of fond tis, while sleek, silky raven hair danced down her back and around her ankles.
A true, feral woman that he wanted to make happy.
"Are you not cold, Sylvia? Wearing nearly nothing with only your velvet fur to protect your crotch?"
"Hahaha, why are you so gentle all of a sudden... Why suddenly make my heart flutter? We were never that kind of pair, right?"
Sylvia had beco stronger in both body and mind as Alexander was taken aback by her alluring but resolute smile, a lone female werewolf, her hand grasping his tight, but she showed no weakness or frailty that he saw that night.
Filled with both pride and regret, Alexander could only smile and clench her hand.
"I want to make you into one of my brides when we reach the city, and I take the throne."
"Eh? Are you an idiot? Why can't you just fuck a few tis, and we have a nice little fling going on. Isn't that more interesting for to get pregnant while being a re guard or knight, haha?"
"If that makes you satisfied, I will."
Alexander found her change of mind and maturity to be rather shocking and struggled to compare the black-haired woman grieving and begging for his seed on that day in desperation while full of hatred and now this new woman.
He couldn't feel the hatred anymore...
There was a respectful gaze, one like a warrior sees their war chief, but also a hint of lust and possessive desire still lingered.
After all, I am a lustful man even now after my nymphomania is cured... I want her, no matter what it ans.
I want this woman to beco mine.
[Just embrace it, accept it. You cannot handle all of them. Sure, three thousand is too many, but how about just the sa number as there are days?]
[You cannot let them all go, right?]
Sapphira, why do you know so well?
Even as one of the won I seek to commit, you still spur to take more won!
[Fool, I am the one who sees you the deepest after taking my father's place. Do you think there is a mole or molecule on your body I haven't intensely observed.]
[Your bravery when outnumbered, the desperate will to avenge and revive your lost troops]
[I watched the fall of your army and the mont your heart broke.]
[Alexander D.S. Faust I have seen you at your worst, and I am still here. Do not worry, even if you like to sleep with insects and strange beasts from other planets.]
[[I will support you.]
As they were speaking together, a shout ca from Brunhild, Maria and Althea, who were patrolling ahead using their wings to avoid the cold ground.
"Alexander, there is sothing you should see... and then we need to decide how to deal with it. Otherwise, the consequences could be deadly..."
Alexander's palm squeezed Sylvia's before he unfurled his black and red wings before shot forward to see what caused even his mother to show concern.
A feeling of his future goal, the man and king he wished to be, slowly ford in his heart as he looked down on the won he had protected and brought this far.
It filled him with pride.
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