"So, sir, what do you think? Do any of my girls pique your interest?"
These weren't just ordinary won. Apart from their undeniable beauty, characterized by sharp features and alluring gazes, they bore an air of strength and mystique. three among them radiated an aura peculiar to those of the magus realm, while the remainder displayed a power signaling at least a saint level. This blend of beauty and might made them irresistibly captivating, like gems shining brilliantly against the dimly lit background of the room.
While it was undeniable that these beings were enough to stir desires in the coldest of hearts, Ery found himself distant. Behind his calm deanor were scars of heartache. He had loved deeply, lost tragically, and was haunted by mories of the past.
As Ery prepared to decline, a sudden disturbance erupted outside. The lodies that previously filled the room were overshadowed by murmurs of apprehension. The expressions of the won swiftly shifted from seductive charm to veiled concern. Their glances exchanged silent ssages, but Ery didn't need to see to understand.
With his ntal prowess, Ery could sense the undercurrents of emotion emanating from the won. Their thoughts, usually guarded, now flowed openly in their anxiety: waves of fear, apprehension, and subdued hope.
"It's Baron Duku. He's returned."
"Whom will he choose this ti?"
"Oh, I hope it's not ..."
stood imposingly at the doorway. His aura was overwhelming, and his eyes darted impatiently around the room. Without even a The entrance door slamd open, and the cause of their fears revealed itself. Baron Duku, a formidable magus of the full moon, stood imposingly at the doorway. His aura was overwhelming, and his eyes darted impatiently around the room. Without even a proper greeting, he roared, "What's taking so long?!"
Despite his rugged beard and battle-hardened features, the Baron was dressed in an ensemble that could only be described as regal. Rich silks, intricate embroidery, and gem-studded accessories draped him, giving a stark contrast to his untad appearance.
His gaze swept the room, a smirk playing on his lips when his eyes briefly t Ery's. But the Baron deed Ery unworthy of further attention, dismissing him as if he were nothing more than a shadow in a corner. Instead, he focused his attention on the older female supervisor, his voice dripping with entitlent, "You shouldn't kept waiting."
The supervisor's face tightened, revealing her internal conflict. Whether she was truly terrified of the Baron or simply unwilling to risk a confrontation over a newcor like Ery, she didn't protest. She stepped aside, allowing the magus to peruse the selection of girls at his leisure.
Although the situation was escalating rapidly, Ery maintained his composure. He observed from a distance as the Baron leisurely sauntered among the won. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes, matched by the wicked curve of his lips. He seed to revel in the discomfort he caused, running his fingers along their arms or tilting their chins up to et his gaze.
Most of the girls mustered their courage, hiding their disdain behind veils of politeness. However, a particular young woman, with golden locks cascading down her back, visibly recoiled. Her eyes, wide with fear, seed to plead with the Baron not to approach. But her reluctance only served to anger Duku. Without warning, he struck her, the force of the blow sending her crumpling to the floor.
The air grew colder as Ery's eyes darkened. Yet, he chose to restrain himself, waiting to see how the scene would unfold.
Finding perverse pleasure in the young girl's fear, the Baron leaned down to choose her instead and was ready to drag the terrified girl.
Just then, another figure interjected herself between them. This woman was striking, with petite horns curling from her head and a tail that swished defiantly behind her. Her voice, while trembling slightly, held a note of determination,
"Please, Baron, she is unwell tonight. Allow to take her place. I promise to keep you entertained."
The hybrid woman was undeniably formidable. Her essence radiated a power that dwarfed the others in the room, and Ery, with his adept ntal abilities, found her mind more challenging to probe than the rest. After a mont of concentration, her thoughts unfurled before him, revealing the sa undercurrent of fear that the other girls felt. Yet, despite this fear, her bravery in stepping forward to shield the younger girl was unmistakable.
Ery's heart wavered, moved by her courage. Hence, before the Baron could land another blow, a palpable aura emanated from Ery. The Baron halted mid-motion, his attention shifting to the source of this newfound power.
In a commanding voice, Ery spoke, "Do not lay a hand on her. I've chosen her."
For all his arrogance, the baron wasn't oblivious to the dangers. He exhaled deeply, his posture deflating slightly. "Fine," he sneered, trying to salvage so pride. "Take her. I never cared for these freaks, anyway."
The term 'freaks' was a derogatory one, often used to belittle non-humans. Ery's patience, already thin, snapped. Standing up, his aura intensifying, he declared, "I'll take that young girl too," pointing towards the blond girl still on the floor. "Actually," he continued, his voice steel, "I take all of them."
The room's atmosphere was dense, filled with a tangible mix of trepidation and anticipation. Ery, with deliberate intent, channeled a small portion of his khaos energy into his eyes. The raw power and untad nature of that energy, combined with his formidable spirit-reading ability, gave his gaze an otherworldly, fearso intensity.
The Baron found himself uncharacteristically unnerved. The weight of Ery's gaze bore down on him, montarily paralyzing him.
Stamring slightly, the Baron inquired, "Who are you... truly?" The anxiety in his voice betrayed his once commanding presence.
Responding with an air of calm self-assuredness, Ery declared, "rely a visitor from the lower realm"
The change in dynamics was evident to all in the room. The once domineering Baron, having gauged the depths of Ery's capabilities, chose the path of caution. He extended a respectful nod, a stark contrast to his earlier deanor, and with a curt swish of his robe, exited the chamber.
Observing the unfolding events, the female supervisor was quick to recalibrate her approach. Approaching Ery with a deferential deanor, she said, "I deeply regret our ignorance of your esteed status. The preparations for the ladies will be expedited."
Glancing at the group of elegant beauties before him, a fleeting thought of the exorbitant costs crossed his mind. The realization that he might've overstepped briefly took him aback. However, recalling Julian's commitnt to bear the expenses, Ery regained his composure, nodding, "Proceed, then."
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