Isadora smiled, still in disbelief that after many centuries, Davis still knew exactly how to please her. The evidence of their intense lovemaking was clear in the beads of sweat and white substance that covered her face and body, a testament to the hours they had spent together.
Davis sat across from her, his satisfied smile contrasting with his still-erect member, a sign of their passion and connection.
Despite their impressive levels of strength and stamina, they were unable to fully enjoy their sexual activities due to the precarious times they lived in.
Their hard-earned power and resilience were constantly under threat, forcing them to prioritize survival over satisfying their carnal urges.
In such dire circumstances, they had little time to indulge in their whims and had to make difficult choices, sometimes even at the expense of their humanity or the fate of the entire human race.
Davis was a man of significant stature and authority who had worked his way up the world hierarchy, commanding respect even from every member of the Six Monarchs.
What was particularly amusing was that, unlike the others who could match the Monarchs in strength, Davis could match them in their area of expertise - gathering crucial information that could shift the balance of power in the world.
Perhaps he had some degree of control over his lust, given his level of existence. However, the woman standing in front of him was equally, if not more, capable than him, and had utilized every opportunity to rise to the position of being the face of the four great nations.
He had successfully courted and won over Isadora, the Queen of Britannia, and had been intimate with her on numerous occasions for the past 500 years.
Despite being regarded as godlike beings within human society, their every action was constantly monitored, which made it surprising that such news had not been widely covered around the world.
They chose to keep it a secret to protect Davis' information business, as the revelation of their collaboration could jeopardize their plans by making it difficult to control the flow of information sold to Monarch-level forces and similar groups with comparable leaders who lacked the necessary foundation and knowledge.
After experiencing sexual climax and a brief period of heightened pleasure, Isadora felt the weight of the world return as she got up from the bed and walked towards a peculiar pod adorned with mana runes. Within minutes, she emerged from the pod and made her way back to the bed, still naked.
Isadora stooped down to retrieve her Scorpio linen, which was adorned with black lace, from the bed. As she bent over, Davis caught a glimpse of her wet p*ssy, and he felt the urge to have sex once more.
He quickly shook his head to regain his composure before proceeding to enter the pod. After a few minutes, he emerged from the pod fully clothed in his signature butler-style outfit, with his grey hair styled in its usual manner.
Meanwhile, Isadora gazed at the trio of suspended clusters of soil, each adorned with a distinct symbol and mural, while seated on her bed. The initial time she discovered these precious artifacts, she tried to acquire them, only to be hindered by an enigmatic power.
Following years of patient anticipation, a seemingly average child effortlessly entered the cave and stumbled upon the levitating walls, which he eagerly shared with his companions.
By exploiting that trust, she had obtained precise details about their next visit and had subsequently trapped the child to take possession of the artifacts. However, an incident that followed left her plagued with numerous regrets, a sensation she seldom experienced.
The key to unlocking the potential of these artifacts had vanished before her very eyes when the "Dark Knight" took the boy away.
Now, she was left to gaze upon the floating walls for what felt like an eternity, unsure of how to fully harness their power.
The energy stored within the markings on the first levitating stone wall seemed to have been drained, possibly the markings were related to mana.
The second marking had been brimming with starburst energy 500 years ago, but its radiance had diminished by half after its technique had been studied.
The technique she tried to keep hidden had now spread throughout the world, a result of the Ancient Monarch and Huntress' self-righteousness.
Ironically, Fate - something she had always detested - had presented her with an opportunity to aid her people and provided an excess of energy necessary to activate the technique which increased their expertise more than other nations.
This firmly cemented their magical foundation, in stark contrast to the Central State, one of the four great nations that thrived on magic technology and a relatively comfortable lifestyle.
Occasionally, she yearned to force the leaders of the other three great nations under the banner of Britannia, but their relatively equal individual and military might make such a notion impractical and one that she seldom entertained.
But during the times she entertained such thoughts, the flickering dark energy around the third marking on the floating wall prompted such ideas. With the trends she had deduced from studying the two floating walls, she had effectively deduced what the third one was relating to.
From her deductions, it became apparent that the third wall pertained to the enigmatic Cursed Brands.
These powers were incredibly rare, possessed by only a handful of individuals, which could explain the intense, dark glow emanating from the third marking.
The light's intensity seemed to be related to the number of people capable of using the energy, among other factors.
The scarcity of people possessing Cursed Brands in the world could account for the intense light, and she used this as a means of establishing a pattern.
As she was lost in thought, two individuals walked into the royal suite, and a knock resounded from her quarters' door. Using her perception, she discerned the individuals behind the door: a male in a blue robe with a lightning pattern and a female in a golden robe with a water wave tide pattern.
As she was about to welcome them, Davis' throat clearing halted her in her tracks. Quickly comprehending the situation, she glanced down at her lacy, see-through robe, revealing her breasts and nipples. Embarrassed, she hastily concealed her blush and waved her hand, donning her regal queenly attire.
It seemed even the most powerful women in the world had their off days. Glaring at Davis, she commanded, "Come in." Her regal voice boomed, granting permission to those seeking entrance, her previously sultry tone now replaced with an air of indifference.
The two individuals approached cautiously, stopping before her and bowing in unison. The male's deep voice blended with the soft tone of the female as they spoke, "My Queen."
They turned to face Davis and bowed once more, this time saying in unison, "Queen's Regent." Remaining in their bowing position, they awaited permission to raise their heads.
Davis nodded his head, casting a wink at Isadora, before making his way out of the room. Just before exiting, he leaned in and whispered something into James' ear. Davis hoped that James and Sarah would be the ones to relay his findings to Isadora.
James' face displayed a mix of guilt and sadness, but it quickly shifted to an expression that was difficult to read.
Meanwhile, Davis departed from the royal suite and made his way to his office to tie up loose ends.
He had set a plan in motion, and even though the insignificant city of Chester City was at risk of facing his wrath, he had allowed the conflicts to fester since Isadora had her plans for them.
"I instructed you to address me as 'Master' when we're alone," Isadora said with a slight softening in her tone as she gazed at the two individuals who had taken a great risk to alter their destiny.
She found such individuals quite compelling; it was a reflection of how much she despised Fate. If defying one's fate meant acting against loyalty, Isadora believed it to be a commendable act and would do so without hesitation.
"Yes, Master," The two individuals said in unison. James looked at Sarah before he reported what they came here for.
"Master, we have confirmed Max's general location but he seems to have received the Shadow Edge and has made his tracking a problem," James reported to Isadora.
"Understood," replied Isadora, her gaze narrowing as she considered their next steps.
"While the Shadow Edge may be a formidable weapon, it will undoubtedly leave a noticeable trail. We must track that trail and locate Max before it's too late. And what of the 'Dark Knight'?"
"We regret to inform you that we currently have no intel on the 'Dark Knight'. However, we have received a report indicating that a renowned young woman, approximately 25 years old, has been sighted in the company of Max. It's worth noting that her connections with certain individuals could make it challenging to approach her without offending," Sarah added as she concluded the briefing.
"Thank you for the update," Isadora responded, dismissing them with a wave.
"Continue to monitor the situation closely and keep me informed of any further developments. If Max is spotted for an extended period, ensure that I am alerted immediately."
With all the plans that she had laid in the background, only the deal she had made with the devil could effectively consider the success of her plans.
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"Thank you for your services" Atlas smiled at the young female receptionist as he handed her the key card.
The receptionist blushed at the charming smile of the confident, toned, and tanned mage before her. His impressive stature only added fuel to her already racing thoughts.
The receptionist's fantasies extended beyond Atlas himself, even to his family's notorious reputation as monsters. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have children with someone as young and accomplished as Atlas.
It was no secret that Atlas was a heartthrob, and his fame only made it more difficult for those around him to resist his charms. But Atlas reveled in the attention and adoration and had no desire to make things easier for himself. After all, he loved the thrill of it all.
Dante's throat-clearing broke Atlas out of his reverie, reminding him that they had an urgent mission to attend to.
Despite being previously preoccupied with concerns for his friends, Atlas had still managed to flirt with the receptionist and give her his Holo-line.
As they made their way to the train station, Atlas explained to Dante about the exchange program that he had arranged for him. Even before Dante could start at his original academy, he was now being thrown into the affairs of another one.
As they settled their payments at the booth, the tickets for the hover train appeared on their personal Holophones. This is because using the academy's Holophones for personal transactions was prohibited.
Having paid for a first-class booth with two compartments, they had the luxury of having the entire space to themselves.
Atlas rested his chin on his hand and pondered how they could pass the time during the three-day journey.
They were essentially crossing the second-world sector and entering the zone of the first-world cities in Britannia.
Yep, everything in Britannia was organized hierarchically, even the zones within already graded cities.
A light bulb went off in Atlas' head as he stared intently at Dante. Dante shivered as he felt Atlas' gaze on him, and a wry smile appeared on his face as he wondered what other experiences Atlas had in store for him again.
Atlas stared intently at Dante's face, a grumbling annoyance escaping his mouth as he fixated on the two strands of silver hair hovering over the kid's face.
Despite liking everything else about Dante, those two strands of hair managed to irk him somehow. It reminded him of the way Kenji would leave his jacket unbuttoned, unintentionally stealing all the ladies' attention.
As he geared up to seek revenge and pinned the blame on Dante, his previously good mood was abruptly shattered.
A sinister smirk emerged on his face as he approached Dante with calculated steps, his mind fixated on a devious plan.
"Get ready, Dante. I'm going to help you completely reinvent yourself," Atlas declared with a mischievous grin. He reached into his spatial ring and pulled out a collection of tools, including a hair dryer, a comb, and a brush.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Dante said with a confused expression on his face.
Upon seeing Dante's confused expression, Atlas quickly explained his plan.
"Your hair has so much potential, but those two strands are holding you back. With a little bit of styling and some new products, we can transform your look and make you the most stylish guy around."
Atlas announced his intentions by bringing out a pair of scissors and then proceeded to make exaggerated gestures, indicating that he was going to trim the hair strands while snipping at the wind.
"Stay away from me, you monster!" Dante exclaimed, weaving the Void Edge around himself.
But sadly he was just a weak brat.
Despite his efforts to defend himself, a powerful force held him in place while Atlas continued to approach with a growing smile.
Without any warning, Atlas began to work his magic on Dante's appearance. He wielded the tools with reckless abandon, causing chaos and wreaking havoc on Dante's once-stylish hair. Dante could only watch in horror as his friend transformed him into something unrecognizable.