After the artifact fix, the empress has called for a grand gathering. She's requested the presence of all high-ranking nobles who wish to participate in the next phase of the prophecy. The castle is a buzz with excitement and speculation as everyone wonders what this could mean. The opulent chambers that once held whispers of doubt now resonate with the hum of ambition and hope.
The empress has made it clear that this event is of the utmost importance, and she's invited only those whose lineage and political power she deems worthy. The tapestries that once depicted ancient battles now seem to whisper of the impending alliances and the delicate dance of power that is about to unfold.
Theo, His bond with Lily and Ely has grown stronger, and he knows that they will stand by him, no matter what happens.
As the chosen noblewomen are presented, each one more beautiful and alluring than the last, Theo can't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. He's aware that artifacts can make a woman pregnant, But how do they use them? and how they remotely pregnant women all over the kingdom. It's Not possible for everyone to come to the Imperial Palace. But time will be told everything, so Theo patiently waits and enjoys the party.
The empress watches him closely, her gaze a silent question, and he knows that she expects him to ask Some questions.
Theo approaches Lily, her eyes sparkling with hope and curiosity. He takes her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin and the power that flows through her veins. In that moment, he knows that she is the one he will choose to be his partner in this divine endeavor.
The empress nods her approval, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very well," she says. "Let us proceed."
Theo's heart races as he leads to the ritual chamber, the anticipation of what's to come leaving him breathless. The chamber is lit with candles, the air thick with the scent of exotic incense. The artifact, gleaming with the promise of new life, awaits them.
The empress and Duchess Ashford stand by, their expressions a blend of excitement and anxiety. This is the moment that will determine the fate of Astra—the moment when the prophecy becomes reality.
Theo looks into Lily's eyes, seeing the trust and belief she has in him. He leans in, whispering, "Are You Came Okay? It would be best if you rested today" Theo asked Lily.
"I'm Okay... No, I am more than okay, Please don't worry about me, Master." With a playful smile.
Theo leans in, whispering in her ear, "Then can we do that again sometime in the future?" Lily's face turned red as She nodded, "Any time You want, Master."
The nobility watches in awe, their own desires and ambitions momentarily forgotten as they bear witness to the hero. The whispers of the court fall silent as the ritual unfolds, each person understanding that they are a part of something far greater than themselves.
The room seems to pulse with energy, the air charged with the raw power of creation. Theo feels his mana surge, responding to the artifact's call.
The ritual is a success. The whispers of the court are replaced by gasps of amazement as the empress holds up the artifact, a symbol of hope and new beginnings. Empress asked Countess Beiry Nor, Who wanted her daughter Marry who was next heir, to become pregnant. Marry come forth and Bow to Empress for permission. After getting permission she bows to Theo. and the priestess gives her a tool. The tool looks like a Ball, She holds it and puts it into her vigina. She little embarrassed that everyone stares at her. But as soon as the device starts she becomes vulnerable.
Marry face shows all kinds of pleasure. and after a few minutes, she reaches her climax. Her love juice dropped through her panty. After She calms down, she pulls out the device. Prestress collects the boll and presses a button on it. and immediately sacred artifacts started to respond. some mana goes through the artifact and the ball, and then they mix in the air and go directly to Marry's belly inside.
Marry's belly started to glow. after a few seconds, she was full of sweat. She smiles and touches her belly. and nodded looking at the empress. immediately clapping started, and everyone congratulation her.
Marry's Thanked Theo and she went as she needed rest. The empress told Theo that the ball-type devices were available all over the kingdom's imperial branches. Theo understands that the ball is work for remotely pregnant.
The empress announces that the celebrations will continue, but the real work begins tomorrow. She looks at Theo with a mix of admiration and calculation, her eyes gleaming with the promise she told Theo. Tomorrow is the day when Theo becomes the duke.
In the midst of the grand ball, Lady Beatrice can't help but follow Theo's every move. Her eyes sparkle with hope and a touch of desperation. She's a daughter of a Duke, and she knows that being chosen by Theo would not only fulfill the prophecy but also secure her own place in the empire's future.
Theo feels the weight of her gaze and the whispers of the court as he mingles with the nobility. Despite his newfound status, he's still a stranger in this world, and he's not quite sure how to navigate the complex web of alliances and desires that surround him.
Lily and Ely, ever vigilant, notice Lady Beatrice's attentions and exchange a knowing glance. They understand the implications of her actions—she's hoping to become Theo's wife and bear his children, thus ensuring her own legacy and power.
The empress, noticing Lady Beatrice's persistence, approaches Theo and whispers in his ear, "Choose wisely, my dear hero. Your Marriage with one of my daughters will shape the future of our empire, But that doesn't mean you can't make her your concubine. She is very good at her work. make her your. Not only can she help you with her body and mind, She also can help maintain your duke duty's." Theo nods, his heart racing as he tries to process the gravity of his decision.
As the ball goes on, Theo finds himself drawn to Lady Beatrice's side, their conversation filled with politeness and underlying tension. Her beauty is undeniable, but it's her spirit and determination that truly capture his attention.
He's aware of the potential alliances and the power she would bring to his side, but he also feels a genuine connection to her. Her grace and poise are matched only by her fiery passion, which she hints at during their dance.
The empress, watching from a distance, nods approvingly. The whispers of the court grow louder as the night progresses, their eyes on Theo and Lady Beatrice. The fate of Astra seems to hang in the balance with every step they take together.
Theo's mind is racing, trying to weigh his options. Does he follow his heart or the strategic path laid before him? The empress's words echo in his mind, reminding him of the prophecy's importance.
As the night draws to a close, Theo pulls Lady Beatrice aside, his voice low and earnest. "I've enjoyed our time together," he says, his eyes searching hers. "Perhaps we can... discuss our future further in private?"
Lady Beatrice's smile widens, and she nods eagerly. "Yes, Your Grace," she murmurs, her eyes shining with hope.
The decision is made, and the whispers of the court become a crescendo of excitement. Theo's heart is pounding as he leads Lady Beatrice away from the prying eyes of the nobility, knowing that tonight will change everything.
Theo looks into Lady Beatrice's eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He squeezes her hand reassuringly. "Shall we go?" he asks, his voice steady despite his racing heart.
Beatrice nods with a blush, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She steps closer to Theo, her hand in his, as they make their way out of the grand ballroom. The music and chatter fade into the background as they escape the prying eyes and expectant gazes of the nobility.
The corridors of the castle are quiet, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. Theo can feel the anticipation building, not just from Lady Beatrice, but from the very air itself. This is the moment that could change everything.
They arrive at a private chamber, its heavy doors closing behind them with a thud that echoes through the hallway. The room is dimly lit, with a large four-poster bed draped in velvet. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine, and the flicker of candles casts a warm, intimate glow.
Lily and Ely watch from a respectful distance as Theo and Lady Beatrice slip away into the night. Despite the twinge of jealousy that flutters in Lily's chest, she knows that her role is to support and protect her master, regardless of his choices. Her mind rewinds to the passionate night they shared, her first time with him, a memory she cherishes deeply.
Ely, the shy catgirl knight, fidgets with her claws, feeling a mix of pride and a strange sense of loss. She knew that Theo's fate was to be with many women, to fulfill the prophecy and ensure the survival of Astra. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy that it wasn't she who had been chosen for this momentous occasion.
Together, they stand guard outside the chamber door, their thoughts swirling with the weight of what's to come. They remember their own nights of passion, the whispers of their names now etched into the very fabric of the castle's gossip. As the first to share Theo's bed, Lily feels a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing she has played her part in setting him on the path to greatness.