"Hmph!"
"Ànother hours of futile search spent."
"Well… it was the least I could do to keep myself occupied." Letting out an exhausted sigh, Andrew whispered to himself about his futile result.
It had been three days since the night of the ball, with the Aphrodisiac atmosphere that tormented the Castle over the past months gone. Eradicated by his majestic self, that's if he chose to take glory.
With his mother taking charge as the head, and William nowhere to be seen since that night, probably in his room, locked up by the terrifying reality of him not being able to function again. The Castle was now back in order, filled with grace and majestic aura, roaming within its atmosphere. A far cry from what it was a week ago.
Servants,maids, were changed. Excluding those who couldn't get over the trauma of their body being used as a cum dump, and the other opposite who already lost their sense of self under the long strain of aphrodisiac influence, from their duties.
The lasting effect of his initial exchange along the hallway where he saved Amelia was also fixed.
In fact the whole castle had undergone several more changes than that. Starting from the most minimal such as curtains to the major such as the lack of principles among the royal guards who couldn't safeguard her daughter from the decrepit hands of Lark and his minions.
While ordering their displacement/execution his mother made sure those that had seen her nakedness never got to see the light of the next. Only the females were able to avoid this.
Leading to a more major crisis that made headlines on the Kingdom's latest news. Various nobles who had been placed in charge, and had steadily visited the Palace. Were missing, silenced and found dead while in the midst of a nefarious act.
Even the fatty Duke who he had messed with his wife before him, wasn't an exception. Found dead while trying to fuck a dog.
He was buried the previous day without fanfare. But even while in death. Andrew played his latest card and manage to fuck Brielle before his grave, her screams and moan wild as he thrusted into her.
Strangely enough, it wasn't his mother's doing. The dead Nobles weren't executed by her, since that would rile the kingdom up. In the short term, she had initially planned to poison them instead.
But Andrew already guessed who the mysterious executor was, that dared to dispose of the promoted head of several noble families without thinking of the consequences.
The same person that started this whole chaos had ended it. But of course, Andrew still held grudges.
…
And on the downside of all this, Andrew's days of sleeping in the arms of four beauties ended. Every one had returned to their seperate chambers, and Andrew now had to sneak in one by one to fuck each of them. Mia was the only one who got to feel his glans daily, even the use of panties and uniform was banned within his room. Only bras were allowed. Now even a little bulge was enough to leave his petite maid trembling and unable to walk for hours.
As for what he had been doing in his free time?
Limiting each session to 1 hour per day, he only had to spend four hours in total for fucking everyday, each evenly distributed between the four ladies.
Using the reminder of what was left of his day, Andrew studied and processed his predecessor's memories. Leaving him exhausted after viewing each piece of memory.
Although he hadn't found what he was looking for, he was able to mull over his cultivation life. Andrew now had a reference to measure his cultivation growth.
Being the only cultivator in a magic world,born without a scripted talent, which was a good thing. His path had always been confusing, referencing his predecessor's past world. Andrew discovered that he was at the Golden Core Realm based on his energy capacity alone. Meanwhile his two cores containing Lightning and Fire attribute had shattered at his previous, Mystic Rank, forming two swirling mist within his diatan, a process that was supposed to take place in the next Cultivation realm, Purple Palace Realm.
Solving this puzzle later on, Andrew realized that it was the difference in worlds. And the people of this world were assisted by the so-called Talent that they awakened, skipping many manual processes that required a normal cultivator to dedicate themselves to before acquiring breakthroughs.
There were many confusing theories that almost led him into running mad with frustration, but all this stopped when he decided to take the easy way out. By quitting his search for a lighting attack spell, he dived into the newest memories instead, going through the earliest of them he went through the most confusing ones when his predecessor thought about creating a fitting Cultivation Technique of his world that matched the world laws.
Sadly his predecessor was of the wind, sword path. So Andrew couldn't use his enlightenment based on the little understanding he could grasp from the complicated thoughts of a once Universal Emperor.
Confusion confusion confusion
Until finally Andrew decided on giving up, feeling his muddled soul squirm in frustration, cultivating through ranks wasn't a problem for the time being.
Talking about souls, Andrew felt he had gone through many breakthroughs in that category. To a certain extent he could now form a spiritual sense if he knew how to make his soul one. Same with his physical strength which full power remained a mystery. And Andrew wasn't willing to test that out. During the past few days, there had been incidents where he was unable to contain his strength, leaving cracks here and there.
"
"Fuck" throwing a casual glance through the room, Andrew got up from his meditating posture as he prepared to take his usual stroll through the back garden which he had been teleported from the distant mountain of his transmigration.
Meanwhile, just as he ignored the fact that Mia was nowhere to be seen.
Doom!!
A shocking tremor reverberated through the air, the earth beneath his feet quaked, everything shook, threatening to fall out from wherever they were hanged as Andrew paid no attention to either.
Pausing for a moment, his eyes glinting with surprise, Andrew gave the pitiful floor of his room an apologetic glance before the loud sounds of cracks spreading was left with a flash of breeze.
Andrew disappeared, appearing at the castle's entrance as a blast of wind swept the whole surrounding. Following Andrew's appearance who now stood in shock, his mother elegantly walked out of the grand doors, only to pause after taking a few steps forward.
Andrew's usually unmoved eyes became ignited the next instant.
Behold, sitting on the spirit beast, a 2 meter tall armored horse with glinting blue eyes.
A tall, glamorous, appalling seductress, with long silver hair. Dressed in a purple fitting full armor, with frequently glistening silver runes that shone with dark radiance under the eyes of the bystanders.
Outlining her voluptuous figure, the ample blessings on her chest that seemed to be struggling in there , but assisted by the enchanted Plakart.. it flawlessly fitted down her curvaceous waist with seducing grace. Then there, her hand retested on the hilt of the broad sword on her waist, emanating a shealted murderous aura.
"A Valkyrie?" Andrew muttered, almost thrown into a dazed state. But then, his soul was simply too strong to be enchanted with a glance.
'Wait… Valkyries have wings don't they? Yh.'
'There's no semblance of white on that too.'
'Then what is she?...'
'A valiant demoness from hell that was birthed to sow discord in the heart of men.'
'Eehn? That sword?'
'No,She was summoned to rip their heart instead,if not guts.'
'But then, doesn't she look familiar?'...
'Fuck!' Andrew's eyes widened in realization as he realized who the woman on the war horse was.
'Have they returned?'
Finally, Andrew's eyes shifted as he noticed the troop of Knight that suddenly appeared 3 meters above the air before dropping down with a reverberating Doom!
Several powerful aura of the True Mystic Rank suddenly bloomed in the air as if to announce their arrival?
'Wait… weren't there only 5 of such in the whole Kingdom?'