The sickly-sweetness was so intense that any single person who caught a glimpse might keel over dead on the spot. It was more terrifying than facing an Old God head-on. Cause of death—bursting from excess!

After dawdling for almost an hour, they finally finished bathing and helped each other put on clothes that had been mended with Alchemy.

In the end, Violet sat elegantly on the bed, slowly rolling up a pair of high-quality black spider silk stockings towards the top of her thigh, gradually enveloping her creamy and delicate skin.

Byron held a pair of Crystal High Heels, size 35, and gently slipped them onto the girl’s feet.

When Violet stood up, she deliberately lengthened her skirt a bit to fully cover the pale tops of her feet where there hadn’t been enough time for the few strawberry marks to fade completely.

"Let’s go, Byron, heehee..."

As they stepped out of the room, Violet clung to Byron’s arm, her steps as light as a lark.

When she glanced at her lover, she subconsciously licked her cherry-tinted, moist lips. Her face, full of lingering satisfaction, clearly proclaimed... The taste of a Prince of Night Demons is really not bad at all!

Byron, this Prince of Night Demons, was akin to an all-encompassing tonic.

During their intimate moments, he naturally enabled Violet to achieve perpetual youth, enhanced physique, and augmented Spirituality, among other effects.

Of course, she was already a Third Order Middle Sequence Transcendent. Moreover, she had once used Byron’s Blood of Transformation to complete the bloodline ascension ritual. By then, this Witch’s Life Essence had long become indistinguishable from that of a large Demon Monster, granting her an exceptionally long life.

The benefits that might awaken the Spirituality in an ordinary girl in just one or two encounters had a less pronounced effect on her. Such effects would only become evident after years of persistent indulgence.

Now, it was purely... craving his body.

When the door opened, Byron’s two large wolves and two crows had already gathered up all the valuables in the place, filling the hall to the brim.

Byron gave it a casual check. The items in the public treasury were of general value. The most precious treasures had probably been carried by the Father of the School of Sharks and ultimately fallen into the hands of the Pirate King. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

However, they had already obtained what they wanted most, and the haul was sizeable enough. The couple, in good spirits, was not greedy.

It was a crystal piano, however, that caught Violet’s eye and delighted her heart, as she was a graduate of the Vinaia Art Academy.

She immediately took a seat at the piano and played the famous piece ’Für Elise.’ Her playing, filled with warm, deep love, seemed to cleanse and purify Byron’s soul.

After pondering for a moment, he suggested to Violet,

"Miss, today is July 4th. The gates of Fortress Bridgehead have been closed. Now, others can’t come in, and we can’t go back.

Before the shipping routes open up again at the end of the month, we all have to stay in the New Continent.

It’s not very interesting to spend all day whale hunting here.

Since we’re here, how about we go and check out the Glacial Archipelago mentioned in the notes of the Father of the School of Sharks?

The Whale Hunter might have left some revelations for us later arrivals."

Byron was all refreshed after his morning exercise.

The Desire Compass had also regained its due sensitivity. When he wanted to use it to find the other four Crystal Skulls, it immediately pointed straight towards the Southern Continent.

They had a month to spare. They couldn’t just keep shamelessly indulging themselves with Violet in Whale Song Town. This was a perfect time for an initial exploration of the continent. Why not do something that serves multiple purposes?

Hearing Byron’s proposal, Violet couldn’t help but feel excited. She gave him a dazzling smile. "Sure. As long as I’m with you, I’m not afraid to go anywhere."

As their eyes met and love surged between them, a letter from Edward IV arrived in Byron’s hands, relayed through the Golden Law.

The Beagle? The Sun Empire? The Sun Crown? I think the vessel for the Emperor’s New Clothes we intend for Edward IV might have a lead.