Zorat ignored the hubbub which he had indirectly caused and continued leisurely on his way back towards his cabin.

Deciding on using this very method to deal with Victor was especially so that he could cause this very chaos, since Zorat loved chaos.

So he couldn’t stop smiling all the way till he reached the front of his cabin.

Zorat deactivated his void domain, appearing in his physical form once again. He walked over to a place that he now recognized as his abode since arriving in this world.

Though it was small, and its constituent materials were not of the best qualities, infinitely below what someone of his status would use as an accommodation....

Yet, he liked it because it allowed him to carry out his machinations from a reasonable distance. And the company wasn’t too shabby as well.

Hehehe.

Grinning, Zorat pushed open the wooden door as the warmth on the inside, from whatever magical heating system was set in place, instantly refreshed Zorat from the immense cold that had seeped through his pores from the outside.

Hmm... what do we have here...

Zorat’s grin widened when he saw Myrra was now on his bed as well, sleeping peacefully on one side with Florielle on the other side.

They both had on light cotton fabric short gowns that only reached their mid-thighs.... leaving both their glistening, beautiful thighs on seductive display under the soft glow of the cabin’s mana lamp.

Folded on the mattress, tantalizingly luscious breasts, beneath the fabric, sprawled firmly and invitingly on the mattress, heaving softly as she breathed softly in deep sleep.

She had a little crease to her brow. She looked like she was in some unpleasant dream with a squeeze to her face.

Myrra, on the other side, with decently proportioned, beautiful, perky breasts and glistening cleavages beneath the fabric, slept more freely with both hands underneath her head.... her breasts heaving gently in tandem with every peaceful breath.

Tired and ready to rest his body after exerting that much stress on his mind by using his abilities for so long, Zorat climbed into the center of the bed, between both young ladies.

Whether intentionally or subconsciously, Florielle immediately changed positions, shifting closer to Zorat from the left as she wrapped herself tightly around him, her large thigh over his legs, her head on his chest, and her arm around his torso.

Florielle’s warmth and flowery fragrance stimulated Zorat’s senses, and the feminine softness of her skin and touch was quite pleasurable in equal measure.

He also noticed through Florielle’s luscious breasts pressed softly against the side of his chest, that her heart was beating more steadily...

Hinting she must be sleeping more peacefully, with the crease on her brow relaxing into blissful calm.

Zorat allowed her to do as she pleased. She’s done this one other time they slept in the same bed together; it was a completely unconscious reaction to Zorat’s presence, which he never minded much, especially on nights like this when the sweet warmth of her was especially soothing.

Zorat, with Florielle to his left and wrapped snuggly around him, and Myrra to his right side, her heated breaths and skin exuding just as much warmth....

He was prepared to close his eyes to let his mental strength recharge fully after the night’s escapades.

Zorat could not yet destroy a paragon-realm being without endangering his current vessel.

Now, there was a new player on the board, who was at half-step transcendent.

So, with Victor taken care of, he plans to push his plans a bit faster.

It would take some time for the royal family to get everything sorted and finally realise there is no finding the missing treasures.

They would then execute Victor.... Publicly. As well as all those connected to him.

But as Zorat thought of all this, closing his eyes in a bid to go to sleep, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was forgetting something or someone.

Hmm... what am I forgetting ?... I’ll remember later.

Thinking those words dismissively.... Zorat was prepared to finally shut his eyes and rest when he felt something....

Someone’s soft, dainty palm was tentatively grazing up his ankle... gently across his legs, then advancing to his knee, and over his resting flaccid member underneath his fabric....

The ascending palm suddenly stopped, almost in shock at what they felt around Zorat’s knee.....

Then mustering courage and a little bit jittery in execution, they ascended the length of Zorat’s member slowly, brushing and rubbing over his length, up his thigh... before settling on the gap between his pants, ready to deep their small hand inside....

Sigh. Can’t a demon have just one night of rest? Zorat complained in his mind. Then, turning to his right, he whispered...

"What do you think you are doing..... Myrra ?"

*****

While someone was being handsy with Zorat in the cabin.

Elsewhere, almost fifty feet below the surface level of the palace grounds, where everything was dark and sticky with grime and rust.

This is the place where the kingdom’s criminals are brought to be imprisoned.

The prison dungeon.

A familiar young lady of immense beauty was with her mother in ashen prison rags behind a metal cell made from incredibly durable cold steel.

The entirety of the space was also lined with formation channelling an artifact that cancels out the use of mana. Making anyone brought to this place incapable of using their mana.

"Lara, why .... Why do you look so calm .... with all that is going on?!"

"Aren’t you worried .... about your father and what might happen to us all?!"

A frantic voice came from a middle-aged, beautiful woman with sexy, curvaceous proportions, who was looking distressed in the corner of the cell, while addressing her blissfully absent-minded daughter.

Looking at Liora, one would understand where Kaelara got her mesmerizing looks from and her immensely seductive curves.

While the daughter was already generously endowed in all the places that count, the mother was even doubly so.

Liora had that fullness and sexual allure that accompanies mature women, with generous, seductively luscious thickness in an hourglass bearing.

Even in their ashen brown robes that they both have been forced to wear after being stripped of all they had and tossed into this cell, they both still looked gorgeous.

But, while the mother was busy panicking, the daughter acted as if nothing had happened at all.

Liora found it strange that her daughter was so composed through this whole world-shattering ordeal....

Their entire lives have literally been tossed upside down, and her husband, Kaelara’s father, had been accused of treason and slated to be executed....

But her daughter looked undisturbed.

Liora had been noticing as of late that her actions had been incredibly weird, almost like she had been possessed by something.

"Fear not, mother.... " Breaking through Liora’s frantic thoughts, Kaelara’s relaxed voice resonated through the dreary cell.

"My god master, will come for us," she uttered reassuringly, not a single doubt in her gaze, while smiling warmly at her mother.

"..."

’Ah...I see...." Liora muttered dejectedly.

".... She’s gone mad."