Nuu simply chuckles at her naked threat.
"Prepare a feast for Yimir," Oga whispered to Potter. The man could barely stand. Though brief, the surge of aura had caused him to vomit fresh blood. Without Consort Zamira, Potter and Gayle might have died.
"Will that be all, Milord?" Potter inquired.
"Ensure her wishes are met. She is of great importance. Do you understand?" Oga's voice echoed in Potter's mind.
Though Potter felt a chill of fear, he remained composed and nodded.
Potter understood that his Lordship's summoning of Laura and Quo signified that this woman was to receive the utmost hospitality. As one of the longest-serving attendants, he required no further instructions.
'What is he up to? First, he humiliates me, then he speaks kindly. Is he not mentally stable?' Yvette contemplated
"Forgive my delay, fair lady," Potter began, rousing Yvette from her reverie. "How may I address thee?"
"Lady Yvette shall suffice," came Yvette's icy reply.
"Indeed, forgive this humble serf!" Potter exclaimed.
"Humph, lead the way!" Yvette retorted.
Zamira simply watched the unfolding events without interference, pleased with how her husband handled the situation.
He was neither servile nor disrespectful but maintained a respectful yet firm demeanor towards Yvette.
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"You've just arrived, and it's already night. Can't you wait? He's probably sleeping now," Zamira said.
"True, there's much to do," Oga replied. "It's only right to show gratitude."
"Here, take these, Nuu!" Oga added, handing over a carefully wrapped item.
"I won't see you for a few days. I'll be busy, so help me look over the things we discussed."
"Of course!" Nuu reassured Oga
" Oh, and before I forget, this spatial shard should help. I was told you only need to shatter it!" Oga said
"You got it! Don't worry, I'll craft you the finest sword!" Nuu exclaimed joyfully, receiving the shard, along with the previous blade he gave to Oga.
Zamira observed quietly from the sidelines, distinct among the other Knights who relied on external resources.
Her Faceless Physique endowed her with a unique ability to transform her body, enabling her to undertake diverse missions—whether morphing into a cloud, assuming the role of a key asset, or even engaging in clandestine assassinations.
Zamira had no say in her assignments; every decade a scroll would materialize beside her, dictating her next mission. Completion within the designated timeframe was crucial; failure risked demotion in her esteemed rank.
Once tasks were accomplished, She would revert to her usual self, reaping the rewards—sometimes experiencing a notable surge in her rank.
"Oh, one more thing before I go," Nuu interjected casually, catching Oga's attention. "Sigurd won't be needed as Yanis' replacement after all."
Oga raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh?"
"Luca will be arriving within six months, so be prepared for his presence," Nuu continued with a sly grin, a hint of mystery in his eyes.
"Luca? My great nephew? Why?" Zamira asked, confused.
"He's now my retainer. Just wait for the surprise, Oga, don't spoil it!" Nuu said.
Zamira was simply lost for words.
Oga offered no immediate response, considering it another flight of Nuu's fancy. Yet, the idea pleased him; he had hoped for Sigurd's involvement. Sigurd's shrewdness surpassed that of the simple Yimir.
Before parting, Oga reminded his wife of her duty to keep an eye on Sigurd for the final evaluation.
"Oh, and before you leave, have Gregor come to my office. I have something special planned for him," Oga declared.
"You're thinking of giving him such a great boon? I assumed it would be Menos..." Nuu expressed surprise.
"I no longer feel the need, he has a wyvern egg; bedside his mother has spoken. He'll have to earn his place like Yanis and Nori," Oga explained.
"You place a lot of faith in the boy... intriguing," Nuu mused.
"We ventured into the harsh world with nothing but stale bread at a younger age than him. Once he becomes a Grand Knight, sending him on missions is the best way for him to grow, how about the Valley of Despair? There's no better teacher than the unforgiving world," Oga reasoned with a smile.
"And Nylah? Will she agree?" Nuu inquired.
"She must," Oga stated firmly.
"You're cold as ever...Wait, brother did you just say the Valley of Despair?" Nuu eyes grew larger
To send Menos alone is impossible, Nylah will simply not go for it unless there's someone or something there to protect her boy.
'The Wyvern should reach Adolescent by then' Nuu's face became blacker than charcoal when he realized Oga's plan.
" You're thinking too much...Don't forget to commission those farming and construction tools," Oga changed the topic.
"Sighed, you're truly a demon! You'll have your tools in three days. And Gregor will be in your office tomorrow?" Nuu sought confirmation.
"At noon," Oga confirmed.
"Alright. Once you're done with Yimir, send him my way. His skills will be invaluable. And don't forget about securing our rights to the mine; without it the Magus Tower is a pipe dream," Nuu emphasized.
"It will be taken care of," Oga assured.
"And where are my wives?" Nuu asked as he turned to address the silent Gayle.
But before he could finish, the violet-haired Berta and the dual-horned Priscilla ran past Yvette leaping into Nuu's arms.
Yvette couldn't believe it—she had stumbled upon a lost race, the Mertaur. But there was no time to be excited. In the next moment, her face paled as the big-breasted Priscilla fell into the other brother.
'So that's his wife,' she thought, horrified. How appalling, to consort with an inferior lifeform meant for experimentation. It was a waste of material, but she dared not voice her thoughts.
"Ladies, you're now with child; be careful," Nuu shamelessly laughed, showering his women with affection as they took to the sky.
Following Nuu's departure, Oga inquired about Nylah and the others, only to receive a side glance.
"Those who dwell in the shadows must remain there," Zamira declared firmly. "This is non-negotiable. I won't stop you from keeping them…I'd prefer their names not mentioned in public."
"But it's just Gayle!" Oga protested.
"Practice makes perfect. Yes, it's just Gayle, but if left unchecked, you'll do it in public gatherings," Zamira cautioned.
"Wait, does this mean you want to become the Lady of the House?" Oga asked, astonished.
Zamira's assertive stance revealed her desire to be more than just a consort; she aimed to be the principal wife, the Madame of House Thornbrick.
Oga pondered the change, wondering what had spurred her ambition.
Unbeknownst to Oga, Zamira's feelings for him had deepened. As she learned more about Oga the Demon, her interest blossomed. She found herself unable to accept anything less.
"You need not worry," Oga reassured her. "I have no intention of disgracing our household."
"I will hold you to those words!" Zamira's hand tightened upon his.
As for those women in question, they are relaxed on the third floor, savoring their well-earned respite.
Gayle stood watchful by her Madame's side, a faithful maidservant devoted to her lady's well-being. Her presence echoed that of a librarian, quiet yet profound. She watched over her Lordship and Madame with unvoiced but palpable admiration. Not only was her Lady articulate, but also resolute in her manner.
This role, serving Lady Zamira, surpassed all of Gayle's aspirations. What more could a mortal desire? Despite occasional side glances from fellow servants, Gayle remained unperturbed.
"Will you also visit House Jargorb?" Zamira's question stopped Oga in his tracks.
"I must honor House Jargorb," Oga said. "Even though we left as children, they respected the contract and didn't seize our lands. Plus, Argina holds a special key to the mine."
"Why would you need a key?" Zamira asked, puzzled.
"The key is meant for what's hidden in the mine," Oga explained.
"Why leave such a valuable item with her? Don't you think she'd notice?" Zamira looked at Oga as if he were foolish.
"It's complicated," Oga replied.
"At the time we were young and had no real say. Also, there was no way to hide it, so even if someone notices the key's importance, there's a requirement to access that subspace."
"Was your father a Spatial Magi?" Zamira asked.
"Yes, and he was skilled at creating pocket dimensions, and one of his clients where House Jagorb!" Oga said.
"That explains a lot, and also why Nuu's blade has traces of a Spatial Rift," Zamira finally understood the oddity.
"Then you need not go!" Zamira said
"What do you mean? Are you not listening?" Oga frowned.
"A behemoth of a man wielding dual axes came by. Once his questions were completed, he returned a few days later with a parchment."
"Brân... was here?" Oga inquired.
"Oh, is that his name?" Zamira's first meeting with Brân hadn't been smooth. No names were exchanged, and their final encounter had been him simply tossing her what seemed to be an old parchment, and leaving behind a message to pass onto Oga.
"A message?" Oga inquired.
"Yes, that's what I said. Here's the parchment he left," Zamira replied softly. "I've already spoken to a few of the neighbors. They were curious about my connection to you."
"Really? Why didn't you say so?" Oga's urgency was palpable as he reached out for the parchment.
"You didn't give me the chance," Zamira replied.
Oga furrowed his brow deeply. The more he read the angrier he got.
The message on the parchment stung—Everything within that subspace was gone, and the key was a one-time-use inscription item.
"How could they have found it? Neither Nuu nor I revealed the secret," Oga pondered, a wave of unease settling in his stomach.
To use that key, a drop of Nephilim blood was required, along with the skills of an Inscription Great-Grandmaster.
Yet Argina managed to meet both conditions. How was this possible? Not even the brother had such a person. Yanis and Yvette were both Grandmasters, but not Great-Grandmasters.
His hands shook with anger, teeth clenched in frustration. Right now, there was nothing he could do. Whether it was the Herbs, The Graded Potions, Sea of Aether, none of it would be coming back.
The one that stung the most was the Stellar Alloy, an item you can only chance upon. An absolute must to build an Astral Gate!
'What am I going to tell Nuu? He warned me not to trust her greed,' Oga sighed heavily.
Oga couldn't bear to face Nuu. He needed a plan before their next meeting, or he risked losing his position as head of the Household. The fault was entirely his own, and he was painfully aware of it.
Amidst Oga's turmoil, Zamira held him close, letting him bury his face in her bosom. For five long minutes, she remained silent but understood everything; she would have acted the same as Argina.
"It's okay, we can get through this," she whispered. "You can't show weakness here."
'What have I done to deserve such a good wife?' Oga thought, catching himself.
The mine still held value, the ores needed for building the Magus Tower. He also possessed the Lucky Draw. Although the subspace was lost, now was not the time to falter.
"You don't have to face this alone," Zamira murmured gently, stroking his hair.
Oga nodded in acknowledgment. "Did Brân mention anything else?" he inquired.
"You'll get to talk to her later. But for now, their home is off-limits to visitors for the next three years," Zamira added.
"Wait, closed... don't tell me," Oga's once gloomy face lit up.
"It seems the heaven hasn't forsaken me," Oga murmured. He understood the message well, " I won't forget this favor."
The Sun Giants required a long period to digest the Sunflare. However Argina wasn't planning to digest Sun Flare, this bitch was set on devouring their household inheritance.
'I must repay Brân's kindness. Even after all these years, he still considers me his friend.' At that moment, the fog clouding his mind lifted, replaced by a sudden clarity.
Zamira noticed the change in Oga's demeanor. "What are you planning?" she asked, her eyes studying him intently.
"I'll explain at the family meeting; it's just a thought for now," Oga replied, his arm gently wrapping around Zamira's waist.
"Alright, I'll wait," she said, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"If you keep this up, I might not be able to control myself," Oga teased, his tone playful.
"Then love only me," Zamira responded softly, her eyes meeting his.
"It seems your ass has grown more voluptuous; it might deserve a good dicking. Don't you agree, Gayle?" Oga deflected with a mischievous grin.
"As Milord has spoken, Milady's beauty eclipses even the brightest star," Gayle responded modestly, unable to echo such impropriety.
"..."
"Let's make love until dawn," Oga whispered. He truly needed this release. That bitch had ruined his night.
Despite their relationship starting as a one-night stand, Zamira was growing on him.
"Haven't we already done that? Or is this not proof?" Zamira's hand traced over her belly
Oga grinned in response. "I had no idea you could transform into clouds."
"Hmm, diverting the conversation, I see," Zamira remarked with a playful pinch.
"Well, you didn't ask….Oga, are you even paying attention? Your hands have been quite adventurous." She chuckled as Oga continued to fondle her ass.
"It's getting windy," Oga suggested, casting a glance at the gathering clouds. "Shall we retreat?"
"What about your nightly wanderings, my dear husband?" Zamira inquired softly, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.
"Not when I have such a ravishing woman to accompany me," Oga teased
"Glib tongue!' Zamira gazes at him affectionately, enjoying his praise.
Scooping up Zamira in his strong arms, Oga took to the sky, with the startled Gayle floating alongside.
Moments later, Zamira found herself on her knees; sucking Oga's penis like a lollipop.
Gayle stood aghast, her breath erratic with disbelief. "Such girth, it's even bigger than my forearm," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper in the vastness of the manor, as she hastily retreated from the massive double doors.
Gayle beheld her lordship's meat before, yet now it appeared transformed, assuming a new essence. A primal melody resonated through the corridors, emanating from Madame's raspy voice.
However, this was no tortured spirit seeking refuge; rather, it was the sheer ecstasy induced by their lordship's staff.
Gayle had grown used to Zamira's calm demeanor, but she would not have imagined her as one of untamed spirits. Thus, the crude utterance that escaped her lips left Gayle utterly speechless.
This revelation reverberated through the manor's labyrinthine corridors, prompting Gayle to dismiss the slaves, protecting her lady's dignity.
Yet, it was too late, Zamira had thoroughly disregarded her noble status. This husband of hers was too much, yet she loved it. She was no flower in a vase!
Gayle found herself alone on the West Wing of the fourth floor, she couldn't leave like everyone else. She was Lady Zamira's handmaiden and needed permission.
Before long, a flurry of servants and slaves swarmed the second floor, catching those already present off guard; it wasn't just the West Wing, some came from the East Wing of the fourth floor.
Potter, the majordomo, momentarily halted his duties to restore order to the chaotic scene.
In the grand dining hall, Yimir stood, known among the servants as the fourth most handsome man in the estate.
This top ten ranking was a product of the servants' idle conversations, a lighthearted pastime that offered amusement during their long days.
The top three positions were held by more prominent figures: Lord Nuu and Lord Oga shared the prestigious first place, tied in a way that caused some heated debate. Sir Yanis secured a respectable second place.
The third place, however, held a surprising contender—Sadi, unexpectedly claimed this spot, stirring curiosity among those who followed the rankings.
[Top Ten Most Handsome Men within the Thornbrick's Estate: 1. Lord Nuu and Oga, 2. Sr. Yanis, 3. Sadi the Halfling, 4. Yimir the Giant, 5. Euryalus the Mertaru [Priscilla's son], 6. Micah of the Hundred Petals, 7. Calen the Perverted Elf, 8. Fabian the Bastard, 9. Broly and Miles the Muscle Twins, and 10. Sr. Gregor the Gallant]
Yimir's black curly hair cascaded over his copper skin. With a graceful motion, he beckoned the others to join him.
Despite the loud chatter filling the room, Yimir's heightened senses, thrice superior to human', ensnared every clandestine murmur, even those whispered within Lord Oga and Nuu's chamber. Yet he refrained from eavesdropping, lest he offend their privacy.
Yimir was well acquainted with such pursuits; after all, giants were not famed for monogamy. Among all species on Yargo, they ranked seventh under the Nephilim for their voracious sexual appetites.