Calm Seas I

Not long afterward, Tessa's long legs, supple waistline, and ample bosom were on full display for all the bare witnesses, as she moved forward, eventually finding herself embracing the bed frame.

Contrary to Tessa's situation, Gregor refrained from laying a hand on these women. He knew all too well the temperament of Sir Yanis, so he dare not push his luck. If he needed to release, there are slaves with the sole purpose being just that.

The group that trailed behind Yanis was left utterly speechless, confronted with the shocking sight of women covered in semen from head to toe.

It was a spectacle to behold, and they couldn't fathom the reason behind such treatment of Tessa, who had a profound affinity for Earth Terraforming.

Felicity, eager to understand, inquired, "What is the purpose of this? Why is she being subjected to such treatment?"

Yanis responded coldly, "Master has his own plans, and I merely follow orders. If you're so against it, you're free to take her place!"

Felicity became mute at the suggestion.

Turning his attention to Fabian, Yanis asked, "Do you have something to say as well?" Drawing from the memories of the deceased Jocelyn, he was aware of Fabian's intimate nightly interactions with Tessa.

Caught off-guard, Fabian asked, "What do you mean?"

Yanis brushed it off, saying, "Nevermind then."

As all this unfolded, Splinter remained observant, carefully scrutinizing every aspect of Yanis, from his manner of speech to the way he walked.

"Lord Yanis, right?"

Yanis turned and addressed Splinter with a calm demeanor, "Please, call me Sir Yanis. It's not appropriate to use such a title when I have a Master. Do you desire to join them?"

Splinter's face flushed red, but he refrained from acting upon the suggestion. "I wouldn't dare, but I do have two questions," Splinter stuttered.

"Go on," Yanis encouraged.

Hesitating, Splinter finally asked, "Well, Sir Yanis, are those men in there of similar status as yourself?"

"..."

Quickly, Splinter added, "I meant no offense!"

Yanis paused momentarily before replying, "No offense taken. The answer you seek will reveal itself in due time. Anything else?" Yanis reassured him.

Understanding, Splinter simply nodded. "It's concerning the question Felicity asked about Tessa. Her talent is only slightly inferior to hers and higher than mine, so why the difference in treatment?"

"Do you want an honest answer?" Yanis asked, receiving a nod from Splinter.

"Master thinks highly of your ability to adapt. As for Felicity, there's a chance her status might rise, but this all depends on the final words from Master's elder brother.

Regarding Tessa's treatment, I myself do not know the end goal. Did that somewhat answer your question?" Yanis explained.

Splinter was caught up in the idea that someone had high hopes for him and nodded foolishly, momentarily forgetting that the woman he pined after might become another man's concubine or cumdumpster like Tessa.

Meanwhile, Xena kept her thoughts to herself, still pondering over Nuu's words and actions. To the point she hasn't heard or seen anything, her body was on autopilot.

Yanis, accompanied by his four remaining companions, moved with grace and purpose toward the grand dining hall.

Upon entering, they were greeted warmly and invited in by a striking, alluring blonde-haired woman. Her enchanting hourglass figure accentuated her hips, adding to her captivating presence.

'That's the fattest ass I have seen!" However, his momentary lapse in self-control elicited a withering glare and a squeeze from none other than Felicity, who stood nearby.

"..."

This reaction towards this woman wasn't limited to Splinter.

The woman in question only chuckles at their reaction and comments, "Take a seat, and join me," she gracefully said as she observed the group being led in.

"I assume the plan for departure is going to change?" she inquired with genuine curiosity.

"As Consort Zamira eloquently pointed out, it would be unbecoming for a woman of your stature to engage in eavesdropping, wouldn't it?" Yanis replied, his voice exuding calm and composure.

"It seems you're still harboring that grudge against me. Don't you think it's time to move past it?" Zamira said.

"As a humble servant, I would never dare to hold any resentment," Yanis responded with poise.

Silence settled between them for a moment, as their eyes locked, a silent exchange of emotions and unspoken words.

"Very well, you may leave, but my offer remains on the table..." Zamira trailed off, her gaze still fixed on Yanis.

Xena couldn't help but wonder if Zamira was Nuu's wife, her questioning gaze silently searching for answers.

Zamira simply smiled in response and beckoned the servers to bring more food, "Tell Phi, to bring his family down, I would like to have a proper meal with them."

"Yes, Milady." Gayle quickly reply

"You must be Felicity?" Zamira turned her attention to the copper skin woman. With a single glance, she could tell what Nuu was thinking by bringing this woman here.

"Ummm, I'm just a little confused. Who might you be and how do you know my name?" Felicity asked, her curiosity piqued.

As Felicity gazed upon Zamira, she found herself rendered speechless, able to utter a single word, "Breathtaking!" This humbling sensation unsettled her deeply, for throughout her life, Felicity had been accustomed to being the center of attention.

Yet, ever since boarding this majestic airship, an unfamiliar sense of inferiority had slowly crept into her consciousness.

What vexed her, even more, was the presence of a maid who had been conversing with the enigmatic woman they referred to as Milady. The maid's charm and grace seemed to radiate effortlessly, making Felicity's own allure pale in comparison.

Surrounded by an abundance of attractive women. Felicity couldn't help but wonder how such an assembly of beauty had come to be in one place. This revelation unsettled her, stirring a mix of envy and curiosity.

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself earlier. You may address me as Consort Zamira, the wife of Nuu's twin brother," she said with grace, her presence captivating everyone around the table.

The faces of those gathered became stupefied, questioning if there truly existed another man possessing Nuu's resemblance and power.

"I would be delighted to entertain all your inquiries," she continued, "But the knowledge of how I am acquainted with your names might frighten you. It would be best to await his return,"

Zamira teased playfully. "Everyone dig in!" she added cheerfully, shifting the focus back to the sumptuous feast before them.

Yanis made his last stop, picking up Berta and preparing for his imminent Breakthrough.

The entire schedule has gone to shit, He could only sigh, it's the typical behavior of his master.

In the heart of the rugged mountains, a sense of urgency swept over Harold and Harrison when they caught Nuu's piercing gaze fixed upon them.

They found themselves in an unexpected situation, unsure of what course of action to take. "What about us?" they inquired, but their query was met with a resounding silence.

Nuu's apprentices, Yeli, Amin, and Menos, stood anxiously nearby, their fear mirroring Harold and Harrison's uncertainty.

Nuu's voice finally pierced the silence, "It's not personal, but I currently have too many Knights in my service." Those were the last words they heard as the cold steel sever their necks.

Not long after Berta arrived on the scene, accompanied by Yanis.

"Why is it that death seems to follow wherever you go?" as she looked upon the lifeless bodies of Harold and Harrison, along with the decapitated head of a young woman. All three had one thing in common the victim didn't see it coming.

"That should be enough for your breakthrough!" Nuu said. while tossing the Holding Bag filled with 100,000 Aether.

The corpse of Harold and Harrison vanished with Yanis, comprehending that actions spoke louder than words, the means to fulfill his master's commands.

Uncertain and concerned, Menos attempted to speak to Nuu, but his words were swiftly interrupted, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't. You have more pressing matters to attend to."

With remarkable agility, Amin seized the Greatsword that once belonged to the late Harrison, while Yeli confidently gripped Harold's rapier.

Menos gazed in the direction of the blood-soaked Bonari, only to be sternly warned by Nuu, "Don't even dream of it, Bonari is no ordinary sword."

To underscore the point, the blood from those knights appeared to have bestowed a new coat upon the bloodthirsty blade.

A saber was tossed towards Menos, accompanied by Nuu's advice, "Don't break it; that blade is still a work in progress."

"If you can force my wife to her knees," Nuu declared, his voice determined, "I'll answer your question about why some swords have names!" His words carried weight and challenge.

Berta, with her short violet hair, stood before them, exuding confidence in her beige equestrian breeches and a white silk top.

Her feet were protected by black leather lace-up knee-high boots, and a falchion blade rested on her right hip, a clear symbol of her left-handed prowess in swordsmanship.

The three lads couldn't help but notice this unique trait, as this would be the first left-handed person they fought against.

As Nuu's eyes lingered on his wife's alluring appearance, he couldn't help but feel captivated by her fashion sense today.

The tightness of her outfit and her gracefulness enchanted him, leading his hand to rest on her soft butt, which left Berta flustered and embarrassed, though she did not protest.

"When did you develop a fondness for curves?" she playfully teased.

"I've always admired women with curves; don't misconstrue my preferences. And when they look as stunning as you... hehe," Nuu's warm breath brushed against her neck.

"You're truly shameless," she murmured, her lithe hands playfully dancing upon his chest.

"Don't kill them," as Nuu emphasized his point with a firm yet affectionate slap on Berta's ass

Meanwhile, Amin, Yeli, and Menos' intense focus were placed on the upcoming battle, they tactfully avoided direct glances toward their master's wife.

Their minds were fixed on the strategic formation they needed to adopt against her.

Nuu sat calmly on Jocelyn's rock, fully aware that the battle ahead would be prolonged, offering only minimal breaks for respite. He observed Berta's masterful parrying of their attacks, expertly followed by swift and precise counterattacks, and couldn't help but smile in admiration.

As the battle raged on for hours, Yonga found himself facing a difficult decision. He and his wife realized it was time to depart from Nuu's side, relocating to a well-prepared hideout for situations such as this.

This news was a relief for Nuu, as he no longer had to worry about their safety. Moreover, he was able to fulfill his desires, all thanks to the relentless efforts of his hardworking Consort, who certainly deserved a reward.

"Pivot your hips, Menos," Nuu advised, his attention turning back to the intense combat unfolding before them. "Amin, use the terrain to slow her movements. Yeli, strike at the opening." With each passing minute, Berta gradually regained her youthful fighting spirit.

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[Frigu11:00 PM]

In the intimate ambiance of Vinci's guest bedroom, Yaya expressed her confusion to Lord Oga with remarkable grace, delicately removing one stocking at a time.

Her inquiries pertained to his puzzling decision to bestow all the credit for curing Lady Emily and apprehending the notorious ring leader of the Night of Terror, Grand Knight Bae. Wouldn't it have been far wiser for Lord Oga to claim recognition for himself, thereby securing House Vinci's eternal gratitude?

After all, it was his lordship who endured all the trials, from being hunted down by angry Potioneers to creating a cream that dispersed the deformity of Lady Emily. In contrast, Yaya only witnessed Jard executing a single task— cutting off the Orc's testicles.

Even that act was accompanied by Jard's incessant complaints and a demand that Yaya perform it instead, leading to a swift reprimand from Lord Oga before Jard regained his senses.

What made the situation worse was how Jard treated Lady Emily prior to her transformation. Even a street rat would have received better care.

However, once the 'curse' was lifted and Lady Emily's true beauty emerged, Jard's demeanor transformed almost instantly, leaving Emily herself astonished by the abrupt change.

Remarkably, Lord Oga achieved all these feats within a day, and yet, he refrained from taking any credit, even when a large sum of ducats was offered. He turned it down. The question remained: why?

As Oga settled back into the antique chair, he relished the allure of the seductive striptease before him. "Yaya, my dear, you must grasp the bigger picture," Oga explained thoughtfully.

"Though House Vinci has lost its patriarch, their influence in the South remains substantial. Soon enough, news of Viscount Nathan's son using the head of the Night of Terror's ringleader as a token of betrothal will spread like wildfire.

Merchant and noble houses that suffered losses will undoubtedly shower Jard with gifts and praises, hailing him as a hero. As word of this deed spreads, capable as he is, Jard will be sought after for finding a cure to Lady Emily's deformity."

Oga paused, checking to see if Yaya was following his train of thought, and she didn't disappoint. Continuing confidently, he said, "As long as Jard adheres to the story, I've woven for him, his future is secured.

Within 3 to 5 years, Jard should have the means to control everyone within this Household, and becoming the Master of this House should be as easy as taking candy from a baby."

Yaya's astonishment was evident as she replied, "But what if the bastard decides he no longer needs you?" Her voice trailed off, only to be met by the crooked smile on Oga's face. "I expect Jard to rebel within 2 to 3 years.

It's only human nature, right? But aren't you looking down on me too much, how can I not realize the type of snake I'm raising, no matter how much Jard thrash around he will still seek me out for guidance." Oga held up a test tube.

"Is that Lady Emily's blood—" Yaya began, but Oga interrupted, "Let's focus on much more pressing matters and leave this boring talk behind." He gestured for the voluptuous Yaya to come to his lap.

The sound of three consecutive knocks echoed through the door, causing Oga to muse, 'Took her long enough.'

"At a time like this?" Yaya murmured as she draped a silk robe around herself, "The castle had better be on fire! Such uncouth behavior. Who knocks in the middle of the night?" Yaya's countenance was wrought with angst.

Oga's soft chuckle betrayed his awareness of Yaya's profound yearning to bear his child. However, his mind was set on a different path for his next progeny, one that involved a nonhuman variant like himself.

The present Yaya didn't meet the stringent requirements, nor did he entertain the idea of transforming her into a Rare Human. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but empathize with her longing to find her place and her unwavering determination to achieve her goal.

In a moment of revelation, he contemplated the prospect of reducing the number of human subjects involved in his experiments.

Instead of working with thousands, he realized that a smaller sample size comprising of ambitious individuals, such as Yaya, combined with the ten captured Orcs, would be sufficient for the crucial testing phase.

Moreover, the assistance of the Alchemist, who was locked away, would prove to be invaluable.

For this grand plan to materialize, he required a substantial amount of Blood Vines, Glowcap Mushroom, Witch Hazel, and a few other crucial ingredients that happened to be readily available in his own backyard.

Among these vital components, two could be sourced near the Wyvern Nest, while Witch Hazel was commonly grown in the Outland. Once all these essential ingredients were gathered, the time would be ripe for the creation of the Hematocrystallum Elixir.