The Lich Have All Sorts of Skins
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
Days spent studying magic were happy, and in the blink of an eye, another three months passed.
On this day, Roland had just escaped from Andonara's gentle assault in the game, and his mind was blank as he lay back against his reclining chair to regain his strength.
By now Andonara knew how to drain Roland faster and more efficiently.
After all, she was fully aware of Roland's fetishes and sensitive spots.
Now, Roland simply didn't have the heart to think about other women.
Of course, Vivian would join the two in battle from time to time.
It put Roland's mind in a state of stillness most of the time.
Even at the sight of an angel with such a perfect body and beautiful face as Nia, he didn't have any thoughts of that.
Because most of the time, Roland was in a sage state.
Just as it was now.
With a good deal of time to recover from his ethereal sage state, Roland began to continue his study of magic.