Wouldn’t It Be Best If We Strike Them First Instead?

Somewhere in Midgard…

“Interesting,” a devilish looking young man with blonde hair and blue eyes said with a smile. “Now, I understand why Arawn asked me to do this favor for him. It seems that he wanted to remain hiding in the shadows and deliberately didn't tell me everything.”

The young man, who seemed to be in his early twenties, smirked before shifting his gaze on the two beautiful naked ladies lying on his bed.

Both of them were young ladies with extraordinary and strong magical powers, whom his subordinates had discovered during their travels in the lands of Midgard.

Knowing that their Leader was always looking for exceptional and powerful ladies, they were always on a lookout for one to offer as tribute in exchange for his blessings and powers.

The young man looked at the ladies’ parted thighs, where a red stain mixed with his essence overflowed on the bedsheets.