Draco gave a soft cough.
Shalltear and the brides froze, looking up.
"Oh, my lord!"
"My dearest master, what brings you here?"
Shalltear sprang up and hugged him tight.
"Cut it out. I'm here on business."
"Mm-hm~"
Shalltear cooed, "Command me, my lord."
"I need those two magic cooldown scrolls."
Shalltear dismissed the Vampire Brides.
She led Draco to her room.
Bang!
The door shut.
Glancing at the wall clock, Shalltear smiled sweetly.
"Albedo's still away…"
She pulled Draco onto the bed, sat in his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her warm breath brushed his skin, her scent dizzying, her gaze heavy with invitation.
The intense stimulation nearly swept him away.
But Draco's will was iron.
"Shalltear, the scrolls?"
He forced the words out, quelling the heat inside.
"Right here…"
By design, Shalltear's intelligence was limited—stats poured into combat instead.
She could be single-minded.
Take these scrolls, for instance.
She saw them as the key to ousting Albedo and seizing the top-wife spot.
So she kept them on her person at all times.
Thus they became one of many pads in her corset.
"Master, come and get them yourself…"
She loosened her arms and arched her back slightly.
Draco's mouth twitched; the woman had planned this.
He drew a steady breath and reached for the scrolls.
"Nnh!"
Shalltear shivered.
When he pulled the scrolls free she was already limp in his arms.
"Whew…"
Draco exhaled; mission accomplished.
He stowed the scrolls and turned to leave.
"Master…"
Shalltear's half-lidded eyes glowed, a heady perfume rolling off her skin.
Today she would claim her lord.
"Mm—!"
Before he could react, her lips sealed his.
He wasn't ruled by lust, and feelings were messy things.
Besides…
One Albedo was trouble enough; add Shalltear—Shalltear gazed up at him, languid and possessive.
He had no room left to think.
Soon, indescribable sounds filled the room.
A night of springtime passion… When Draco woke the next day, the bed was empty.
Last night's frenzy still vivid in his mind.
He touched the stain on the sheet and gave a wry shake of his head.
"Lost control…"
Shalltear, who never set foot in the dining hall, showed up radiant at breakfast.
Click!
A sound of a door opening rang out, and Albedo slowly walked into the dining hall.
"Hmm? Shalltear?"
She looked suspiciously at Shalltear by the dining table. "You actually came here?"
Shalltear elegantly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. "What's wrong? You don't welcome me?"
"Wait, why do you have Master's scent on you?"
Albedo suddenly frowned, a bad premonition rising in her heart.
"Ha, guess?"
"You!!"
Thinking of how Master hadn't returned all night, Albedo understood instantly.
A surge of deep purple magic power rose from her body, and she looked as if she had transformed into a black demon.
"You bitch!"
"Huh?"
A surge of crimson magic power also rose from Shalltear's body.
"Master and I are true love! You were the one who got there first, you big-mouthed black gorilla!"
"You lamprey!"
"My figure was created by a supreme being!"
"Am I not as well?"
For a moment, two terrifying energies raged and collided within the dining hall, causing a huge roar.
The utensils in the dining hall began to tremble violently, and the surrounding servants were terrified.
At this moment, two small figures broke into the confrontation.
"So many people? Is there something good to eat?"
"Eh? What are you two doing?"
Milim and Kurumi curiously surveyed everything in the dining hall.
"Hmph!" x2
Seeing the outsiders arrive, the two simultaneously restrained their aura, snorted coldly, and parted ways unhappily.
The Battle to Defend the Position of the Main Wife has officially begun!!
"What's wrong with them?"
Kurumi pointed at the departing backs of the two, full of confusion.
"Children shouldn't worry about adult matters."
Milim shrugged her shoulders.
"Hmph!"
Hearing this, Kurumi pouted and said unhappily, "Where am I small?"
"You're small everywhere..."
...Draco arrived in the suburbs, preparing to use the two scrolls he had managed to obtain.
Crushing the scroll, the light of the magic circle shone.
A figure that made Draco somewhat excited appeared.
What appeared was a skeleton fused with human and animal bones, about one hundred fifty units tall, with two prominent horns growing on its head, four bony fingers, and hoof-like toes.
The skeletal frame was covered by a saffron-colored Roman robe, a turban was worn on its head, and a piece of cloth was wrapped around its waist.
Silver bracelets adorned with seven-colored gems were on its wrists, and a golden Ankh hung around its neck.
Various rings were worn on its fingers, and many scrolls were tied around its waist.
Deithous Aneius Sectus.
Nazarick's Tenth Floor, Chief Librarian of the Ancient Library. Its race is Skeleton Mage.
It possesses the technology for the development, research, and production of magic scrolls.
It can be said that its strength and status were entirely earned by its own intellect.
It is a high-ranking technical member of the Great Tomb, a walking magic scroll.
Moreover, it is a pay-to-win tycoon, covered in good items.
Draco couldn't wait to finish signing the summoning contract.
The next moment, red Soul Fire ignited in Deithous's empty eye sockets.
"Your subordinate, Deithous Aneius Sectus, greets the supreme being."
This guy is also Nazarick's longest-named NPC.
"Rise, Deithous, quickly let me see what treasures you have!"
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