"YOUR GRAAAAAAAACE!"
With tears in his eyes, the Chief Lycan Physician of the Almandine Castle, Boris, ran towards the Old Duke's room with a wooden box in his hand.
"YOUR GRAAAAACE!" the old man burst through the door of the Old Duke's study with great enthusiasm.
As soon as he saw the people in the room, he shouted at them too. "YOUNG LOOOORD! MADAM! YOUR GRAAACE!"
Heath, Miriam, Harriet and Liam were in that room with the Old Duke as well. They were discussing Heinrich's change in attitude and everything they had known up to now. But suddenly, the old physician Boris appeared.
"What is it? Is there a problem?" The Old Duke stood up, and his wary demeanour made the physician burst into sobs, happily.
Heinrich could not bring back a life that had been lost. He could only regret everything secretly because right now, he couldn't express his apologies to Almandine, Goldlane, and Amaryllis. It was because he would be considered shameless and a hypocrite. So he had to come up with another, more reasonable way to pay for everything. "Julian," Heinrich lowered the teacup from his lips. Julian, who was sipping his porridge slowly with his whole body wrapped in bandages, lifted his head. "Let's go home the day after tomorrow," said Heinrich. Julian's eyes widened at that. The afternoon sun shone on the side of his face from the bedroom window. He lowered his face.
Ezekiel daydreamed. His mind was busy thinking about what he overheard between Harriet and Miriam earlier that day. So... Harriet was pregnant? Was that true? Seeing the unusual Ezekiel, Cecilia gave him a confused look. Normally Ezekiel's world would become Cecilia once they met. Usually, no matter how busy and difficult Ezekiel's problem was, he would forget about it as soon as Cecilia appeared. It was almost like he would be throwing everything away and leaving only Cecilia. "Is there a problem, Zeke?" asked Cecilia. Ezekiel turned to Cecilia with a raised eyebrow, then just smiled blandly. "No. Nothing," replied the young man. Cecilia furrowed her brows, confused at the way Ezekiel had responded.
In Harriet's arms, Liam's manhood stood tall. Oh, she had a pretty decent relationship with this 'thing', which had already messed up her insides and even got into her mouth. However, touching it with her hands intensely and feeling every bulging vein throbbing against her palm skin was something she had never experienced before. Every time Harriet stroked it, she could hear Liam gasping softly. Harriet thus wanted to experiment. With two hands, she touched the erect manhood. Ah, even with her two hands, she couldn't cover the entire surface of that thick and long pen– "Madam-" Harriet looked up to see Liam covering his mouth with one hand. The man's ears were red, and a blush ran down his normally pale cheeks. His eyes looked cloudy and unfocused, and Harriet felt w
Harriet panted on the bed, sweat dripping all over her skin, making her skin glow white in the moonlight. Harriet's eyes felt heavy, and she was about to enter the dream space when she realized Liam, who had just climaxed for the second time, was still standing straight down there. He kissed Harriet's forehead, then her eyebrows, her cheeks, her nose, her lips and her chin. The man's left hand gently stroked his own manhood, then slowly grew faster and wilder. He didn't say anything, just kissed every inch of Harriet's limp body, stopped on her still flat stomach, and descended down, lifting her legs up, down her thighs, down her knees, down the backs of her foot– He didn't miss a beat, still continuously giving pleasure to his own manhood while enjoying the beauty of his wife's body.
Ah. Maybe Liam could tie a woman's hair so well because Liam had done this for his late wife too, and he did it every night. Harriet felt ashamed and disappointed in herself at the thought of all that. How could she feel uncomfortable and jealous of a woman who had long passed away? How could she have such feelings for the woman Liam loved? Liam chuckled at Harriet's question. Since the man wasn't facing Harriet, he didn't notice the change in his wife's expression. "That's because I watch my father do it every day," Liam replied as he hugged Harriet tightly from behind. "What do you think? Am I talented enough?" Liam asked. Harriet laughed as she grabbed a hand mirror from the drawer and got a better look at Liam's handiwork. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Mm, Milord, you really can do everything, huh?" Harriet put on her best smile, burying her jealousy and envy deep. She cursed herself for being ridiculous and unreasonable with her feelings. Liam put her to bed. In L
GRAARRHRAWR! RRRAAHRRR! Two wolves jumped behind Liam, grabbed him by the shoulders and separated him from Harriet. Two more wolves jumped in front of Harriet and protected her from Liam, while another appeared and helped the first two wolves pull Liam away. "No, no!" Harriet reached toward Liam. Why did they separate him from her? Harriet didn't notice Liam nearly rampaged out of control in her arms and screamed hysterically at the Lycans who separated them. "He's in pain! Don't hurt him! Don't hurt my husband! Please! Please…” Harriet screamed, pleading desperately. “He needs a physician! Daniel! Daniel, Young Lord needs a physician–” Harriet looked expectantly at a red-furred wolf that was slightly bigger than t
"Yaaaaawhn!" Cecilia yawned tiredly and stretched her body as the sun rose. Her Spell and Alchemy Potion fusion had worked and with her little trick, she must have managed to influence Liam Almandine, even if only a little. She invented the technique herself. She had tested it on small animals and several horses, and every time, she had always succeeded in getting the animals to obey her. All the animals would immediately respond to her like loyal servants once she used the technique. She was very proud and wondered how she had come up with such a brilliant idea of combining Magic and Alchemy. Well, she did have some doubts about this technique because the animals she enchanted would die a few hours later or the next day. They also really obeyed her, but
Today was the last day the two Hyacinth princes and their guards stayed in the Almandine. Miriam stood before the two of them who were kneeling on the floor. Old Duke and Heath also witnessed that, furrowing their brows deeply. "We can't apologize," Heinrich said calmly and flatly, "But we can promise to give you something to at least pay for what we've done." Julian secretly glanced at his brother, who was kneeling next to him. The man looked very serious and since this morning, Julian felt his brother had a lot on his mind. "We will make the West Continent safe for the Lycans and other creatures who have a conscience and are able to communicate. We will make the West Continent, like Euclase, a continent wh