The tension in the Queen’s chamber had softened a little. The prophecy lingered like incense, heavy but fading, leaving only silence and the quiet breaths of those gathered.
Aiden was the first to break it. His voice was calm, though his hand never left Luna’s.
"Your Majesty... we’ll need rooms for the night. It’s late, and she" He glanced at Luna, "needs to see a doctor. First thing."
Alethea Albinos smiled faintly, as if she had been waiting for that request all along. She set her cup down and straightened in her chair.
"Already arranged. The chambers in the east wing are prepared. As for the doctor..." She called a maid, commanding her to arrange a doctor.
Luna shifted in her seat, murmuring softly, "Master..." but Aiden only squeezed her hand, letting the Queen’s words reassure her.
Vegia suddenly stepped forward, arms crossed over her chest. "Another room. For and Zera. We’ll share. Ivy and Fluffynugget too. They’re coming with us."
That caught Ivy’s attention. She blinked and then nodded eagerly. "I want to stay with Vegia-nee and Zera-Nee!" Fluffynugget gave a small squeal of agreent, wagging his stubby tail.
Thristle smirked. "Oh? Sharing with the driver, are we? Vegi-Chab, didn’t know you were that desperate for company."
A faint blush shot across Vegia’s cheeks. "T-that’s not-! I simply don’t want distractions. And the little ones will be safer near ."
Arisha tilted her head shyly, her voice low. "That’s... considerate."
Nyxion chuckled under her breath, her tail curling lazily. "Admit it, Vegia. You’re building your own little harem."
Vegia sputtered, cheeks burning hotter. "S-shut up!"
The Queen let the chatter ripple through before raising her hand. Her smile softened. "Very well. Two chambers. One for Sir Aiden and his closest. Another for your companions. I’ll have a maid guide you."
She clapped once, and a maid appeared from the side door, bowing low before awaiting her orders.
Everyone began to rise, relief easing the tension of prophecy and cults. Lysandra adjusted the sleeping Leona carefully in her arms, whispering sothing soft to the child.
But before the group could leave, Alethea’s voice rang again.
"Sir Aiden. Stay."
The words froze him mid-step.
Luna turned sharply, eyes narrowing. "What do you an?"
Alethea’s gaze lingered on Aiden. Calm. Knowing. "There are things that must be spoken only between us. Between myself, the High Priestess, and him."
Aiden frowned. "And why exactly?"
The Queen’s lips curved faintly. "Let’s say... it concerns worlds."
The word struck him like a spark to oil. His brows furrowed, but his answer ca quickly, steady. "...Then I’ll stay."
Luna’s grip on his arm tightened instantly. "Master..."
Nyxion leaned forward, tail flicking with irritation.
He looked at each of them, calm, firm, steady. "I will be their before you all know it."
His gaze lingered on Luna, softening. "Do you trust ?"
Her blue eyes trembled. For a long mont she said nothing. Then, slowly, she nodded, though her voice cracked faintly. "...Always."
He stroked her hair gently. "Then let do this. Wait for ."
Lysandra sighed, clutching Leona closer. "If this is your decision... then so be it."
Nyxion growled low, but finally turned away. "Heartlord... don’t keep us waiting long."
Arisha’s lips pressed together, but she nodded obediently. "We’ll wait, Sir."
Vegia muttered under her breath, "Don’t get brainwashed, idiot."
Thristle chuckled darkly. "Hah. If they try, My King will ta them too."
Aiden smirked faintly at that, then turned back to the Queen. "Alright. They’ll go. I’ll stay."
The Queen’s eyes softened as she watched Luna reluctantly let go of his arm. She gestured to the maid. "Escort them to their chambers."
The won hesitated one last mont, but finally followed the maid, their footsteps soft against the stone as the door shut behind them.
Only Aiden, Alethea, and Selvaria remained.
The Queen gestured gracefully. "Sit."
Aiden sat opposite Queen Alethea, his posture calm but edged with alertness. Yet even as he tried to focus, his eyes were drawn—inevitably—to the lush swell of her breasts rising against her gown. Each breath the Queen took strained the fabric, the silk pressing tight to the proud weight of her bosom. She reclined languidly, one arm draped over the throne-like chair, her fingers lazily toying with the jeweled ring at her hand. Her movents were slow, deliberate, dripping with unspoken power.
At his side, Selvaria, the High Priestess, lowered herself onto the cushioned seat. The thin fabric of her gown clung shalessly to her hips, her breasts swaying with each subtle breath. The golden cross nestled between them glead like a lure, dragging his eyes downward before he forced them back to her violet gaze. When she crossed her legs, it looked even more dangerous.
"Do you know why I kept you here, Sir Aiden?" Alethea asked at last, her tone low, sultry but commanding.
"You didn’t want them to hear sothing," Aiden said evenly. "Sothing I haven’t told them."
Her lips curved faintly, and her breasts rose proudly with the shift of her chest. "Correct. You’ve hidden the truth from them, haven’t you? That you... are not of this world."
Aiden’s eyes narrowed, though his voice didn’t waver. "You’re right about that. But how do you know I am not from this world?"
Alethea’s smile was slow, deliberate. She extended her hand toward Selvaria.
The priestess leaned forward gracefully, silver hair spilling down her shoulders. The movent pushed her breasts together, their heavy swell straining against her gown, the deep valley of her cleavage rising dangerously close to spilling free. She rested her hands on her knees, her chest pushed up deliberately as if by accident.
"She prophesied that too," the Queen said softly. "When she was twenty years of age. A nun, not yet High Priestess."
Selvaria’s violet eyes glimred as she leaned closer, her voice velvet-smooth. "Yes. A thread foreign to this world’s weave. A soul that did not belong... and yet, must belong." Her lips curved knowingly, her chest lifting with each breath, the golden cross sliding lower down the deep valley between her breasts. "That’s the full prophecy."
Aiden’s gaze flickered downward, lingering briefly, before snapping back up. He frowned, his tone edged. "Pretty impressive."
Selvaria’s smile deepened. She leaned forward just slightly more, her breasts brushing together as though straining against their confinent. "I knew you before you even crossed over. I knew a stranger would co, carrying fire in one hand and bonds in the other."
He leaned back, exhaling slowly. "...You’re right. I’m not from here. I’m from another world."
Alethea’s eyes glead. She leaned forward, pressing her elbows into the swell of her breasts, squeezing them together until the silk strained at the seams. "Tell , then. Tell us of this other world."
Aiden’s jaw tightened. He hesitated. His fingers flexed against his thigh, his eyes betraying a quick glance at the deep line of cleavage revealed by her posture before he pulled them away. "...Fine."
He closed his eyes for a mont, his voice steady but stripped of formality.
"My na is Aiden Nightshade. I wasn’t born in Albinos, or Grimclaw, or anywhere near this continent. I was born on Earth. The year was 2025. A modern world. No monsters. No mana. No prophecies. Just... machines, tal, and people struggling with their own kind of wars."
Selvaria tilted her head, fascinated. The motion made her silver hair slide forward, brushing over the upper swell of her breasts. They rose and fell with her breathing, the gown straining as she leaned nearer. "A world without magic..." she whispered. "Then what governs power?"
"Technology," Aiden answered simply. "We build it. Weapons, engines, cities that rise into the sky. Cars that run faster than horses. tal birds that fly higher than any wyvern. We even reached beyond the sky, into the stars."
Alethea inhaled sharply, her lips parting, her bosom heaving as the silk across her chest stretched to its limit. "Beyond the stars..." she murmured, voice hushed. Her eyes swept over him with fire. "And yet, that world cast you here. Why?"
Aiden’s brows furrowed. "...I don’t know. One night, I was dumped in a forest, and my system told I was chosen. I didn’t even know why. I only had fragnts at first. I couldn’t even rember who I was, except my na... but now I rember everything. I rember Earth."
Selvaria rose slowly, her breasts bouncing softly with the movent. The gown dragged over her hips, her curves outlined in the candlelight. She walked behind him, the scent of her perfu brushing his senses. Her hand hovered above his shoulder, then lowered slightly, and the soft underside of her breasts pressed lightly against the back of his head as she leaned down, lips close to his ear.
"And do you regret it, Aiden Nightshade?" she whispered, her breath warm, her boobs subtly pressing against him.
Aiden smirked faintly, tilting his head and her chest brushed his cheek before she drew back. "Regret? No. Earth didn’t give Luna. Or Ly. Or Nyxion, Arisha, Thristle, Vegia... or Leona. I may not understand why I was brought here, but I know what I found here. That’s enough."
Selvaria’s smile deepened as she straightened, her breasts swaying in front of his eyes before she turned, hips rolling under the clinging gown. She sat again with practiced grace, the golden cross glinting between her cleavage as if mocking his efforts to look away.
Alethea studied him long and hard, her expression unreadable, her bosom rising with each calm breath. Then she nodded slowly. "So it is true. You are a foreigner, dragged here by chains we cannot see. And prophecy bound you to us long before you ca here."
Her gaze sharpened suddenly, her chest pushing forward as she leaned in. "Then tell this: if you are not of our world... will you still claim it as your own? Will you fight for it when the Pale Hands rise to drown it in blood?"
Aiden leaned forward, his eyes burning with quiet resolve. "I don’t care where I was born. This is my world now. My family is here. My child will be born here. That’s all I need."
Selvaria’s violet eyes softened faintly, though her lips still curved with temptation. Alethea finally let out a long breath, her bosom rising and falling in heavy relief, her gown straining dangerously with the motion.
"...Then you are truly the Beast Tar of prophecy."
The candles flickered, shadows swaying with them, as silence wrapped the chamber once more.
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END OF Chapter : 103 : SECRETS OF THE WORLD!
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