Varasima, the capital.
The morning of the city's residents began with unexpected news - demons were moving in their direction. Although many imdiately thought it was nothing, considering the resistance offered a week ago, many lost their ability to speak and their confidence in the future as soon as they heard the current attacking army's numbers and the enemy's race as a whole.
"FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND?"
A loud voice, filled with both grandeur and disbelief, echoed throughout the throne room. Naturally, it was King Varasima, Shizurana. His face displayed undisguised surprise, even shock, and his eyes widened, while his hand resting on the armrest trembled, clearly showing his fear and uncertainty. The officials, of course, noticed the king's behavior, but they couldn't say anything, not because they were afraid of the king, but because they trembled in fear. Sowhere, even a subdued sob could be heard, and among the nobles and officials, there was growing anxiety.
Seeing this, the king frowned, clearly feeling uncomfortable that his subordinates had almost imdiately lost hope in the future, displaying obvious desperation on their faces, behind which only the intention to run away, saving their lives, was hidden. None of the nobles were fools, and sacrificing themselves and their families in exchange for the king's and the kingdom's great glory would be the height of foolishness - that's what they thought, except for those who were fanatical about the kingdom.
"Your Majesty, the King! I, Rigurd von Benno Rerēnaris, am ready to personally lead my army and subordinates to confront the demons!" Suddenly, one of the nobles spoke up.
The king turned his attention to the speaking man, who, under everyone's gaze, stepped onto the red carpet and bowed, eting the king's gaze with determination. He had a rather ordinary but stern appearance that scread of a warrior who had survived many wars. The noble was an older man, appearing to be around fifty judging by his looks. He had gray hair and a wrinkled face, but his brown eyes shone with vigor and determination that not all young n possessed. He was dressed in the typical attire of a nobleman - a kaftan, a ruff, tall black boots, and stockings.
"Rigurd..." the king muttered in a low voice that everyone could hear. After gazing at the old noble for a while, the king sighed and displayed obvious regret on his face (which was feigned) and nodded heavily, as if his head were held in steel chains. "Ah... although I don't want you to risk yourself, the situation doesn't allow for spreading one's wings too wide. Please gather your army and move to the front lines."
"Yes!"
Rigurd smiled, placing his hand on his chest, then turned on his heels and left the throne room. As soon as the sound of the door closing echoed, those nobles who had been wearing mournful and regretful expressions just five minutes ago sighed with relief, clearly indicating their position. The king also distinguished himself, comfortably sprawling on his throne as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Whispers could be heard here and there, which were hard to make out, but the content was almost the sa: "It's good that he appeared."
No one wanted to go to war. No one wanted to sacrifice themselves. But even in this situation, so showed their eagerness - ordinary people who had no hope of protection, even if they prayed to all existing gods. Every capable person took up arms - n, children, the elderly, and won. Even the laziest people, who had contributed nothing to society in their lives, except for doing nothing, got up from their chairs and went to battle.
Even if it was a losing situation, even if they would die a dog's death. But they all had a common thought: if they were lazy, they would lose, and losing was equivalent to death. So, no one among the common people stood still.
anwhile, the nobles, and even the king himself, who, in essence, should lead the entire process and unite the army and his people into a single structure to resist, were thinking about how to escape. His thoughts were completely occupied by his wife and daughter.
"Where did they disappear to? I couldn't find them, just like my subordinates... did they run away?" he thought, frowning, but then, rembering that danger was breathing down his neck, soon all his worries about his wives disappeared: "Forget it. They're just a bunch of useless parasites."
Waving his hand at them, the king stood up and began giving orders... for his defense and planning his escape. The nobles, who didn't want to die, imdiately agreed to his plan and began discussing it.
***
In Adam's mansion, early in the morning.
Six in the morning. Most of the maids woke up at this ti, just like Adam, who had already prepared his schedule and affairs in advance. It was as if everything had been perfectly planned, exactly at six o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes and looked around, seeing that the won were still asleep. Even the sturdy Amarantha snored, making cute sounds, clearly appearing content. Sothing good had visited her in her dreams.
"I knew it..." Adam thought and blinked, getting out of bed.
He cracked his neck and looked out the window while Ekaterina dressed him. In the distance, he felt a magical power that resembled his own... it was so powerful that it reached for thousands of kiloters, making him wary and sensing a trace of fear emanating from his soul.
"This is insane. The Demon Queen must have gone mad or sothing. For so reason, she's acting illogically, blatantly violating her principles. Essentially, we're witnessing a strange display of aggressiveness, as if she were an enraged bear awakened by the sll of vodka... I an, honey," Adam muttered, talking to himself. Ekaterina knew this habit of his to think aloud, so she pretended to be deaf and finished dressing him. Seeing this, Adam smiled and thanked her, kissing her lips. "Thanks. I'll reward you later."
"Mm... and I have sothing I need to discuss with you, Master," Ekaterina replied, smiling sweetly at him, which made Adam's heart beat faster.
He nodded and cracked his neck again, then walked out of the room. The corridors were empty because the maids had just begun to wake up and prepare for the workday, so Adam's footsteps echoed as he strolled through the corridors. Turning twice and moving into the servants' area, which was closed to the staff, he opened the second-to-last door and smiled upon seeing familiar faces.
"Kasumi and Mia... I'm glad you're both okay."
The woman with gray hair and enchanting brown eyes looked over her shoulder and smiled at him with the most beautiful smile. She was dressed in a semi-transparent red negligee, revealing a black bra and lace panties with the initials "NYR."
"Adam... did you teleport us?" she asked, approaching him with graceful and soft steps, falling into his embrace and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah. I knew this would happen, considering the possible consequences and other smart calculations. Anyway, I'm glad you're okay," he replied, biting her earlobe and grabbing her slender buttocks.
"Ah... thank you, darling."
At the sa ti, Mia was openly watching this scene. Her face turned red from mories of when she used to watch Adam and her mother. The mory had beco tornt for her, the cause of many nights when her sheets were soaked with amorous fluids. She felt arousal and a longing for Adam to take her...
"I wish he'd fuck too," She thought, blushing deeply, "Shit, what the hell am I thinking? Am I a pervert? But... if he takes by force, I'll... AAAAGHH!"
Adam and Kasumi looked puzzled at Mia, whose face had turned as red as a tomato, and she was shaking her head. Her black hair was tied into two ponytails. It was a quite cute appearance for soone who always wanted to present herself as a strict and serious princess. Nonetheless, only Adam understood her desire, and as he looked at both won, he had a small idea.
"Kasumi, Mia. Ekaterina, the head maid, will escort you and show you to your rooms... don't worry about safety; only trusted individuals are here, and all the household staff are won," Adam said, smiling at them and nodding towards Ekaterina, who curtsied.
***
Marie and Claire sighed deeply as they felt their chests gripped by Adam's strong hands. They were in a bath that resembled more of a pool. Two won sat on his lap, while Amarantha, Elyra, and Elara sat on the opposite side of the bath.
"How nice it is to take a bath after a day's work... I hate this crap, damn it," Adam cursed, furrowing his brow. "Elizabeth is acting strange around . What could be the reason? Suddenly, she's been looking at more often, and when our eyes et, she imdiately turns away and acts cold. Could it be..."
"Aaah... M-Master, perhaps she has a crush on you? You are very handso and... s-sexy!" Said Claire, punctuated by a moan as Adam's fingers gripped her nipple, sending a current that sent a storm of emotion through her and a waterfall of emotion down below...
"Who knows, anything's possible. But I really can't believe such a cold personality would fall for you in such a short ti," Shizuya voiced her opinion, taking Adam's key and inserting it into her lock: "Nyaaaah!"
Her cute cat tail began to move chaotically, while her black cat ears twitched lazily. She took a deep breath, barely containing her excitent and the desire for wild intimacy but still held back.
"What a cute scream," Amarantha comnted, laughing. Then she expressed her opinion, "Maybe she's just interested in you? Elizabeth has never had much experience in interacting with people, except for her subordinates. She was like that with too, too shy to look into my eyes. I had to grab her by the face and make her look into my eyes to finally get her used to it..."
"Haha, you're ruthless, Amara," Elyra said with laughter, manipulating the water in the bath to create bubbles that she tossed at Elara.
"Hey!"
"Hahahaha!"
Closing his eyes, Adam only said, "Whatever, I just want to relax right now," and then yawned. However, a sudden distinctive sound made him open his eyes, and he saw the predatory gazes of the won directed at him.
"Hmm?"
To be continued...
(A/N: Yes, yes, the next chapter will have exactly that content, I won't spoil the mont. So, for that, you can support ... it will be about 1300 words of, you know what, maybe even more).
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