A man reclined on a spacious king-size bed, completely naked. He stood at a height of 173cm, possessing a slender yet muscular physique. His short hair was snow-white, his skin reminiscent of a pale vampire, and his eyes shone a bright yellow hue.
This man was Amon Halon.
He was now 19.
Although not particularly tall at 173cm, especially in a country where the average height for men was 178cm, there was one aspect of his physique that surpassed the norm—it was remarkably huge. His wife adored this fact, as she was enthralled by the sensation and became addicted to it from the very first encounter.
Beside him lay the woman, Amon's wife, Roxanne Halon. She measured 167cm in height and boasted beautiful blond hair cascading down to her waist. Her eyes gleamed like sapphire, and her skin was fair and pale and ears resembling that of an elf. However, what truly stood out were her G-cup breasts and her ample derriere. Amon took immense pleasure in caressing these aspects of her body and became captivated by her irresistible allure.
Roxanne was widely recognized across the continent of Adrestra, which lay in the far eastern region of the planet known as Solendria. Solendria comprised eight continents, with Adrestra serving as the westernmost landmass.
Roxanne's name resonated far and wide due to her exceptional prowess as a magician. Yet, what garnered her even greater recognition were her numerous titles, such as the 'Two Blessed Witch,' the 'Cursing Witch,' and the 'Thorn Queen.'
But why was she bestowed with such a name? Roxanne was an uncommon individual, blessed by not one but two gods. As time passed, people began referring to these blessings as 'gifts.' While the majority still used the term "blessing," it became customary to call them 'gifts.' Initially, she received a gift from the god Nemesis, the Master of Misfortune, followed by the goddess Lotus, the Serene Blossom Deity. Each god bestowed their own unique title.
With the gift of Nemesis, she acquired the power known as the 'Eternal Curse.' Although every magician possessed the ability to curse, Roxanne's curses were significantly stronger, easier to cast, and lasted indefinitely. Lotus, on the other hand, granted her the power over plants. At first glance, this might not appear exceptionally potent, but when considering the diverse array of plants that existed in the world of Solendria, it became apparent. Among her favored plants were thorns, hence the title 'horn Queen.'
Every individual blessed by a god possessed distinct physical traits. For instance, those blessed by Niaz exhibited long, sharp teeth. In Roxanne's case, she bore the symbol of a magic circle within her iris. If a mage wished to cast a curse upon someone or something, they had to inscribe a magic circle similar to the one in Roxanne's eyes. As for Amon, if someone were to inquire about his own trait, he would provide two possible answers. Currently, he would claim that his tattoos represented his inherited trait, while previously, he stated that a trait need not be visible. This was common knowledge in their world, as bodily traits could manifest in various ways, such as slower aging. However, for the past two years, Amon had favored the former response.
"Hey, darling, care for another round?" Roxanne wore a seductive smile on her face, the two of them did it every night, hence their current state of undress.
"Of course," Amon replied, a slight smirk adorning his face as he crawled towards her. Roxanne harbored no apprehension; she was more than ready to indulge in their passionate endeavors. After all, she was addicted to this man and his generously endowed member.
Amon's younger brother gently entered Roxanne's intimate space, and in that moment, he became certain that he never wanted to leave. Initially, Amon moved slowly, his touch gentle, but as time passed, his pace quickened and became more forceful, exactly as Roxanne preferred. She reveled in the experience, crossing her legs around Amon's waist and embracing him tightly.
"Ahhhh!"
Roxanne moaned, unable to stifle her voice, which further fueled Amon's ardor. She reached a state of ecstasy, releasing a torrential flow from her intimate core, which Amon eagerly drank from.
"Now I'm completely satisfied," Roxanne gasped, struggling to catch her breath. Eventually, they both rose from the bed and dressed. Roxanne chose a long red dress that accentuated her figure, while Amon assisted her in donning it—a routine he fulfilled daily. Once he finished, he retrieved a black suit from his closet and dressed himself.
Upon opening the door, Amon encountered a maid with short black hair and Oriental features standing before him. Her name was Aiko, hailing from the land of Senjō. Senjō occupied a northern position on the continent of Silvora, located directly east of Adrestra. Silvora, known as the largest continent in Solendria, spanned the planet's northern and southern hemispheres. It served as Adrestra's most significant trading partner and acted as a formidable barrier that separated the continent from the other five. It should be noted that only five continents were considered, as the eighth continent had been destroyed by a magician three thousand years ago. Isolated and distant from the others, no attempts had been made to rebuild or resettle it to this day.
"Young master, the Twelve Coats of Arms await you," the maid addressed Amon in a professional tone. What did she mean by "young master" and the "Twelve Coats of Arms"? The answer was simple—Amon was now a guildmaster.
A guild represented a collective of magicians, a profession spread throughout the world. Mages undertook commissions from individuals lacking magical aptitude or occupied with other pursuits. Over time, mage guilds had formed, initially existing on paper but gradually attaining immense power, akin to that of a country. It was common knowledge to anyone paying attention.
Amon's guild, Spellbender, derived its name as a nod to his status as a qibander—a fact known only to a select few members of the guild whom he trusted. To the world at large, Amon remained a supposedly magicless individual, unworthy of acknowledgement. However, people held immense respect for his guild. Spellbender stood as a formidable organization with influential members. The world puzzled over how the weakest being on this planet could earn the respect of so many powerful magicians. The answer would reveal itself in due time.
The Twelve Coats of Arms represented the twelve pillars of the guild, and Amon held unwavering trust in each one. Everyone knew he was a qibander, aware of his powers, and held immense respect for Amon as they trusted him, considering him a friend.
"Very well," Amon replied in a neutral voice.
Soon, the trio arrived at a massive door. Its center featured two opposing symbols pulsating with otherworldly energy. On the left side, an intricate demonic wing extended outward, its feathers sharp and jagged, symbolizing chaos and malevolence. Each contour of the demonic wing exuded a dark aura, serving as a reminder that only those permitted should venture beyond that door, lest they face a cruel fate.
In stark contrast, the right side of the door revealed a graceful angelic wing, its feathers delicate and serene. This symbol emanated an ethereal glow, embodying purity and righteousness. Crafted with meticulous care, the angel's wing served as a beacon of hope and protection, promising safety to those deemed worthy of passing through the gateway.
Amon pushed the door open, and a voice resounded, "Welcome, Amon and Roxanne. You two took quite a while."