Lathel woke up in the morning, but the 'fight' between him and Akna ended at noon.
At this moment, she was lying in his arms, her arms holding him tightly as if she were afraid that he would disappear from this world.
Lathel lay in bed, seemingly realising why most ancient kings had huge harems, indulged in the gentleness of beauties and... died early.
If he didn't have the physical strength he has now, he was afraid that within the first hour, he would have been drained of all his 'milk' by Akna.
Lathel also felt lucky that he was not an ordinary magician, as he also possessed the physical strength of a fighter.
Besides, he also told himself that he had to invest in developing more physical strength.
Otherwise, by the time his harem gets bigger, he will probably die from exhaustion.
Lathel lay on the bed, hugging Akna in his arms, while feeling extremely happy.
