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While Albrecht is kicking the door, something splashes into the water behind him. If our hero turns around, he will see a thin trail of blood leading from the stairs to the bathroom. There is no answer to the question.

Well, he released an anal parasite into the sewer, now Aberath is doomed.

Albrecht carefully checks what it was, first covering his face and mouth with his hand.

- Tell me, Dervos, are you as trustworthy as Captain Akoren expects?

- Yes, madam, yes! I've dreamed all my life of kissing your boot!

Albrecht gazes into the water, and the water gazes back at him. A black nose emerges from the water and sniffs at our hero. Then a fluffy head with long ears appears, followed by the entire Shairan.

– He-he-he!

It seems this is just a young Shairan who came to take a bath after the bloody carnage downstairs.

- Ah, I was hoping it would be a hot fox-girl that I could... uh, - Albrecht would say, if he were a Nebkom.

Can Sheirans talk?

This one isn't, but it's quite understandable.

- Hello! Are we in the capital?

Sheiran looked at Albrecht, looked, and then walked away from him, as he didn't know what a capital city was. He had emerged from his cocoon deep underground and was heading upwards with the goal of seeing the sky. Sheiran, however, didn't realize that he had already seen the sky in this bathroom, but he continued to adhere to his set goal. The puppy ran to the door, mumbled something to himself, and climbed up the wall, clinging to the tiles with its claws. After that, it successfully disappeared into some kind of crack, which served as ventilation. Meanwhile, quiet footsteps echoed from the ominous passage leading downwards.

Albrecht is preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat, as there isn't even a teacup in this place.

From the dark, dark passage, a female figure appears with luxurious leather wings.

– So hungry... did the mistress send you... for dessert? – the stranger inquired. She resembled an erinya encountered earlier, but clearly belonged to a different kind of demon.

- She hasn't even seen my luxurious leather flute yet! - Albrecht would say, if he were a different character.
- Are you one of those demons who suck so hard that the man dies afterwards? - Albrecht would ask, if he were a different character.

- For dessert, we have watermelon, - replied the young Kaishi, pointing to the berry and not showing that he was ready to resist the succubus.

Requesting Albrecht’s death via a “snooze-snooze” spell with a demoness.

Not a bad option.

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I mean, ANYTHING BUT THAT! NEVER! AND DON'T YOU DARE MENTION ASTRAL!

- That is for you to decide, Madam Minister. Law and order is a gift from wise gods, allowing us to live and prosper, and separating us from barbarians who live in the chaos of uncertainty and fear. Therefore, as long as they are strictly observed, I have no other motives, and I consider my contribution to be successful.

The demoness looked Albrecht up and down; he wasn't wearing any clothes.

– My sisters and I are so hungry... a watermelon won't help us... there are too many of us now... and so few of you...

After these words, the succubus – and it was definitely a succubus – was clearly about to seduce the young K'aish, but the locked door unexpectedly opened, and a naked man with wings entered, shaking his testicles. There was no doubt that he was also a demon.

– I'll visit you today. And your sisters too. But now, go back where you came from; this mortal is still needed alive, – it was worth noting the demon's unusual appearance. He definitely wasn't one of the ordinary incubi, and he behaved like a king in his palace.

The succubus hesitated, but obeyed and headed down the stairs.

– Ah, these newborn demonesses... they were virgins like you not so long ago. And now... they are worthy of my attention, – the demon grinned predatorily. – Aleran, one of the six incubi of Sorn-Tarn, at your service.



Meanwhile, at the Council of Order:

– In the interests of the kingdom, we need to control the Hive, – Yuinair Kalidar said after a short silence, – you will become its consort and be initiated into the Volden clan. You don't have any family of your own, so the offer is quite appealing, from any angle. But first, complete Amaksar's task. He is leading a raid on the Brown Banner camp, where a valuable informant is being held captive. This woman must reach the capital unharmed. That is the main task, Dervos. Don't let me down. The Black Reapers are masters of their craft, but I don't trust them.

– You should behave... more gently... – Captain Akoren muttered.

– There is no place for mercy in war.

With these words, the First Minister walked away.

– Lady Kalidar is very straightforward... – Kearak noted.

– You haven't seen her at the estate yet, envoy. Yuinair sometimes behaves like a spoiled, beloved daughter...

– Daughter... Yuteila Kalidar?

– That name doesn't mean anything to me, envoy. Unfortunately.

– It doesn't matter. It seems we should go to meet the commander of the Black Reapers, – Kearak waved his hand.

The Hive watched Yuinair disappear quickly.

– A consort, huh... Mellen will be delighted. Not only has the sister returned, but there will also be a new member of the clan! What a happy day for the Voldens!

– Ah, these newborn demonesses... not long ago, they were as innocent as you. And now... they are worthy of my attention, – the demon grinned predatorily. – Aleran, one of the six incubi of Sorn-Tarn, at your service.

- Greetings, Aleran. My name is Albrecht, although you probably already know that. I need to return to my people; they need me alive.

Aleran, one of the six incubi of Sorn-Tarn, is at your service.