I exhaled and lifted both arms to the side. The guard patted around my waist, legs, sleeves, then checked behind my back with practiced movents. His hands stopped for a second around my belt before he frowned slightly.
"No weapon?"
"I left it behind." I replied.
"Mm."
The other guard glanced at the old man. "He’s clean?"
"Mostly." The old man said. "His stomach isn’t."
"Shut up." I muttered.
The guards stepped aside after that. One of them pushed the large palace doors open, and warm air imdiately brushed against my face.
The inside of the Royal Palace looked even more ridiculous than before. Tall pillars stretched toward the ceiling, each carved with golden patterns that curled around the stone like vines. Chandeliers hung overhead, their crystals glowing softly while servants moved quietly across the halls carrying trays, books, and folded sheets of cloth.
My boots echoed against the polished marble floor as I followed the old man deeper inside.
He walked with surprising speed for soone his age, his robe dragging slightly behind him while he muttered to himself every few seconds about sothing I couldn’t understand.
We reached a staircase, then another one after that.
And another.
Apparently the Queen enjoyed living as high as physically possible.
By the ti we reached the final staircase leading toward the top floor, even the old man slowed down. He grabbed the railing with one hand and let out a long, tired breath.
"Gods..." He muttered. "I’m too old for this shit."
"You teleported us across half the city." I replied. "And stairs are the thing killing you?"
"My knees don’t teleport, kid."
We climbed the last few steps one by one until we finally reached the top floor corridor. Compared to the lower levels, this place was almost completely silent. Thick red carpets covered the floor, muffling our footsteps, while armored guards stood motionless beside massive doors at the far end of the hall.
The old man pointed toward them.
"Well," He sighed. "There’s the Queen’s throne room. Once she asks for you, go in. I’m gonna take a piss before my bladder explodes."
He turned around, then suddenly stopped mid-step like he had rembered sothing important.
"I think I fucked her mother. Not the twin." He said thoughtfully. "I’m not completely sure."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Her surna, you old prick, would still be the sa. Mill."
"But her mother married so other guy." He replied. "That makes the surna thing normal."
"Then her kids would also have the sa surna."
"What if she married him later?" He countered imdiately. "After she already popped the kids out?"
I rubbed both hands over my face. "Then you should go finger yourself."
"Anger managent issues." He clicked his tongue while walking away. "Tsk. Tsk."
I leaned back against the wall and groaned quietly.
"Ugh..."
Leaning against the wall, I waited.
To my right, a set of heavy double doors stood heavily guarded by two armored n. The rest of the grand corridor was a bustling hive of activity, maids carrying linens and royal guards in polished plate armor patrolling back and forth in a synchronized rhythm.
A young maid approached , holding a bucket and a mop. "Excuse , sir," she murmured, keeping her eyes low. "Could you please step aside? I need to clean this section of the floor."
I gave her a brief nod and walked down to the far end of the corridor, stopping in front of a massive, arched stained-glass window. The hallway split into a T-junction here, branching off to the left and right, leaving right in the center. In front of , the maid dropped to her knees and began vigorously wiping down the pristine marble floors, while another began dusting the gilded fras of the royal paintings lining the walls.
I glanced down the right corridor. My eyes narrowed. There were dozens of doors lining the hallway, but only one of them had a guard stationed outside.
Curiosity piqued, I kept my eyes locked on it.
Suddenly, the door flew open. A guard stumbled out into the hallway, completely disheveled. He was clutching his heavy steel legplate in one hand, while his trousers were awkwardly bunched up around his knees, trapping his ankles. He looked utterly drained, his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
Right behind him, a woman stepped out into the fra of the doorway.
She was completely, gloriously naked, and she didn’t seem to care who saw her. Sweated glinted off her flawless, pale skin under the corridor’s magical sconces. Long, untad silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was stunningly gorgeous but radiating a dangerous, predatory energy. Her breasts were massive, heavy and bouncing slightly as she moved, topped with swollen nipples. As she shifted her weight, the view of her wide, voluptuous hips and a spectacularly round, heavy ass made it clear she was built for pure sin.
"He’s done for," she purred, her voice a sultry, dripping rasp.
Ignoring the trembling ss on the floor, she stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the second guard, the one who had been standing watch. "What about you, handso?"
"I... My Lady..." The guard swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically between her face and her exposed chest.
She didn’t waste ti with words. Her hand slid down his torso, ripping open the front of his trousers. She gripped his length right through the opening, squeezing it with a firm, dominant grip. A wicked smirk spread across her lips. "Ooh... a big one."
"M-My Lady... you are... crazier than ever," the guard gulped, his face flushing crimson.
Beside him, the first guard, the one who had just been kicked out, finally managed to shuffle past . He was panting heavily, looking completely spent and hollowed out, like a man who had barely survived a succubus.
"You should’ve seen in The Circle yesterday," she smirked.
"O-oh..."
Without letting go, she literally yanked the second guard forward by his dick, pulling him off balance and dragging him right into the room. "Get on the bed. I’m fucking riding you."
The door slamd shut behind them.
Wait... yesterday? The Circle?
My mind raced. Was she with them? That ant whoever that crazy chick was, I could get the information I needed directly from her instead of suffering the Queen. But how the hell was I going to pull that off? She looked absolutely insane. Was she a noble? Another guest of the Queen? She was probably from Yua’s party. A general wouldn’t co to a foreign kingdom alone, after all.
I looked left and right, checking the corridor. The maids were distracted, and the patrolling guards had just turned the corner.
Steeling myself, I quietly crept toward the door. I had to talk to her. Maybe I could just barge in and demand answers?
Nah, who am I kidding? No way that would work. She’d probably just call the guards on , scream assassination, and have thrown into the deepest, darkest dungeon in the castle. I had to wait this one out and find the right opening.
Suddenly, a sharp, irritated voice echoed from inside the room. "What the fuck?!"
Hearing heavy, rushed footsteps approaching the door, my heart spiked. I spun on my heel, rushing back to my original spot, and casually leaned against the window fra just as the door flew open again.
The second guard stumbled out into the hallway, flying forward from a literal kick to his bare ass.
Right behind him stood the silver-haired woman. She was still completely naked, sweaty, and looking damn fine, but her alluring smirk was gone, replaced by pure irritation. She placed one hand on her flared hip, glaring down at the pathetic man scrambling on the floor.
"Disgusting," she spat, crossing her arms under her massive breasts, pushing them up aggressively. "Have you never discovered what a shower is?"
"B-b-b-but!" the guard stamred, scrambling to pull his pants up.
"Get lost!"
"No! My Lady, please!"
But she didn’t listen. She simply spat on his face, then stepped back and tensed as if she was about to slam the door shut. Before she could, though, her eyes t mine. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, and she opened the door a little wider while slowly sizing up.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I’m... the Queen’s guest." I said. "Ace Walker. Nice to et you."
"Duskima." She replied curtly. "Co here."
I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. "I really don’t want to be late for the Que—"
"Co here." she repeated.
I let out a quiet sigh. "Alright."
I walked over and stopped in front of her room. Man, she really was naked, and she did not seem to care in the slightest. She looked at with complete indifference, almost as if I was not even a man. It stung my pride a little, though it was also clear modesty simply ant nothing to her.
What kind of woman was this?
"Co closer," she said. "I finished with the last guard I had. You’ll do."
"May I ask sothing first?"
She exhaled and leaned against the doorfra. "Fine. Ask."
"You were in the Circle yesterday, right?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"With the Queen. General Yua. And Mr. Marble."
She nodded once. "That’s right."
"Mr. Marble was there the entire ti?"
"He was." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Why?"
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