Apparently, last night was another evening of shared intimacy.
But the posture of the three of them was sowhat peculiar.
Byron, lying sideways in the middle, sohow embraced the two Queens on either side, like a space distortion, making one dizzy at a glance.
It seems he partially unfolded his mythical form of [Ouroboros], being one yet two-faced, both left and right, above and below.
Just like the principle when the fleet fired simultaneously from both sides, yet the cannonballs could shoot out along one side.
He bestowed equal affection upon Catherine and Violet, neglecting none.
If observed closely, Byron at this mont resembles the line in the "Yin-Yang Fish" symbol, constantly harmonizing divinity and beastliness, anchor and sail, Ladder of Glory and Bloodline Codex, rapidly advancing his "helmsmanship technique."
Although he recently ascended to Godhood, he’s close to the 1% Unity of All Things, using Myriad Wings Angel to actively recruit from the "Pantheon."
He simultaneously gave both Queens a good morning kiss, their lips red and pink yet equally sweet, making Byron coaxingly insatiable.
Seeing that it was still early, kissing led to hands and feet wandering.
Mastering the essence of the [Golden Deer] superposition state, he moved while not observed, and stayed when observed, advancing gradually, attacking and capturing territory.
Catherine, the more imposing sister, gently bit Byron’s lip and humorously protested:
"Don’t make a fuss, it used to be on alternating days, now it’s every day together, yet still not enough.
Today, I have to preside over the Kingdom’s Treasury Departnt eting, having just received so much land, and am organizing personnel to reassess the Kingdom’s assets.
Not counting the recent bank and Financial Street acquisitions, rely settling production materials for ranches and farmland.
After reclaiming 20% of the church-occupied land, and the 20% land from Land Nobles, my Promotion Ceremony should be just around the corner, awaiting maybe one or two more months."
Violet, though the eldest sister at ho, is innately a little witch, always lively.
She extended a hand across Byron, pinched Catherine’s tender skin lightly, and as she made to retaliate, retreated quickly into Byron’s broad embrace, playfully sticking out a pink tongue:
"See? You’re anxious again.
The speed of land reclamation depends on the Bizarre - Man-Eating Sheep, Storm Cloak, Star Chamber Court, and Royal Tax Inspection Bureau. You just wait for reports at Ganquan Palace.
Now we’re doing legitimate work too."
Then she raised her head to wink at Byron, breathing in unison, spoke seriously like fragrant breath:
"That Orthodox Church swindler’s follower suddenly reminded .
Devotees pray daily to the God, yet since your Ascension, we haven’t wished yet.
Today, I shall help Catherine to wish for her most longed-for desire.
Oh great Historical Reviser who stirs the epochs, origin of all transformations, ultimate Harmonizer of All Things, mighty Saint Byron Your Majesty, please grant her a... child."
She started chanting solemnly, but soon burst into laughter.
She turned under the covers, presenting her round, firm rear to Byron.
Saying it’s for Catherine’s wish, but clearly demanding "one for each," lest it be said we cannot conceive.
Utterly disrespectful to God.
Treating God as what? A seed planter?
Byron feigned anger, pulling them all back into bed:
"Oh, did you dare blasphe? See how I deal with you."
Then he delivered divine punishnt: the lashings of love.
But it was only t with delightful laughter: "Hehe..."
Honestly, if circumstances allowed, which monarch wouldn’t favor "The spring night is brief yet the day starts late, henceforth the king attends court less frequently"?
Yet for most monarchs, balancing this is unattainable, forced to choose between a controlled nation and beauty.
Even Edward IV, captivated by the charms of the greatest beauty, had to delegate power to the [Devil Duke] Richard, causing royal authority to fall, giving him the chance to backstab.
However, besides the true sages, when ordinary people suddenly gain prominence, it often shifts from "I fight for you" to "You are the true heroes" then "I don’t eat beef."
Otherwise, what’s the point of having this iron rod and crown?
To Byron, this issue doesn’t exist.
"Today, half a day off for you two, the morning duties I’ll cover."
As Byron spoke, a red phantom flickered across his body before abruptly splitting, fracturing into one, two, three... seven incarnations, each streaming out of the bedroom.
Thud, thud, thud...
Upon landing, seven Byrons appeared, dressed differently.
One in a Naval Marshal’s uniform; today he must reassess the Strait Fleet, making personnel adjustnts for each fleet, then arrange rotational defense across territorial waters.
The Strait Fleet shall also be reorganized into "Deep Sea Fleet," mainly defending the Sea of Monsters.
Saranthe said once the beast tide starts, it nearly never stops, the next beast tide is due within a week to half a month.
Even with two Sea King’s Trident Fragnts for protection, Byron dares not let his guard down.
One in an Army Marshal’s uniform; he must receive the private army pledged by the Great Nobles yesterday, preparing to form the Royal Army.
Since beginning with a pirate ship, Byron knows full well who funds soldiers is who they follow, during the early stages of military build-up, others cannot be trusted.
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