Hearing Darha's worries, Faen appeared entirely unconcerned.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Because before they can even voice those new thoughts, all of these problems will already be resolved."
Hearing Faen's confident words, as if everything was perfectly under his control, a look of relief washed over Darha's eyes.
This was also one of the reasons why Darha trusted Faen so deeply.
Although in many situations, certain aspects of Faen could be quite exasperating, the vast majority of the time—at least in Darha's eyes—Faen was incredibly trustworthy. This trust wasn't just an alignment of ideals, but also seamless coordination in action.
Especially like right now. No matter what thorny problems Darha encountered, Faen could often provide an exceptionally confident response.
As for exactly how Faen planned to resolve it, Darha didn't press for details, granting him her full and unwavering trust.
With this in mind, Darha shifted her gaze back to Faen and asked, "Speaking of which, what's the deal with that Vastayan girl?"
With a hint of helplessness hanging on her face, Darha sighed and asked, "Is that Vastayan girl really going to marry you too?"
Hearing this, Faen nodded, then recounted everything he had experienced with the Raven tribe from start to finish.
After listening to Faen's explanation, Darha nodded thoughtfully and said:
"Being able to strengthen the connection between an individual and the natural spirits... No wonder those Vastayans treat you as an honored guest.
As far as I know, ever since the natural spirits began waning, the probability of those Vastayans forming a connection with nature has drastically decreased."
Pausing for a moment as she thought about this, Darha pursed her lips and continued:
"Although I understand the logic... and I get why the Vastayans would be willing to secure your help through a political marriage. But that Vastayan girl... her eyes looked a bit off when she looked at you? Wasn't she acting a little too crazy?"
During the meeting, while the others were pondering the political implications of Xayah's arrival and what the Vastayans thought about modifying the Quinlons...
Darha could vividly sense an aura on Xayah that was strikingly similar to her own.
It was Faen's scent.
Thinking of this, Darha felt the area between her thighs grow slightly wet again. However, Darha didn't panic; she simply stayed quiet, carefully squeezing her legs tight to prevent the thick life essence pumped deep inside her from dripping out.
As for the regular lubricating fluids she secreted, she didn't need to worry too much. As long as Faen didn't lose his mind, pin her down, and start ruthlessly plowing her on the spot, Darha felt she could manage her normal levels of wetness just fine.
Hearing Darha's words, Faen chuckled lightly, then clapped his hands. As the Seal of the Twin Dragons flickered, Darha also sensed an individual waiting silently at the entrance to her spiritual realm.
To this, Darha had no objections. A moment later, Xayah's figure walked unhurriedly through the door.
"Master..." The very moment she laid eyes on Faen, Xayah, who had been maintaining an aloof, icy aura with a gaze sharp as knives, instantly melted into utter submissiveness.
Upon noticing Darha beside Faen, Xayah paused slightly, a look of surprise flashing through her eyes.
"Is this... the Awakened One, Karma?"
"Yes." Hearing this, Faen nodded, but quickly added, "However, you don't need to be nervous, because Darha... that is, the Awakened One Karma, is also my friend and my lover."
When Faen described her as a friend, Darha didn't feel much. But upon hearing the word "lover" that followed, Darha pursed her lips almost imperceptibly, yet she did not utter a word of rebuttal.
On the side, equally hearing Faen's words, Xayah's eyes widened in profound astonishment.
If it had been any other girl—even when she learned about Syndra's situation—Xayah's heart wouldn't have been nearly as shocked as it was right now.
After all, Syndra represented the darkness of Ionia. With Faen being the most superior alpha male in the world, there was absolutely nothing strange about Syndra, as a female, willingly submitting body and soul beneath Faen's massive cock, happily becoming an exclusive meat-sleeve meant to service the Master's pleasure and bear his seed, just like herself.
For any female, being able to become the Master's plaything—even if they lacked the qualifications to carry his bloodline and were merely treated as disposable, single-use sex toys to be used and tossed aside—was a supreme honor that validated their excellence as females.
But the problem was, this was the Awakened One, Karma...
Thinking this, Xayah blinked rapidly, before suddenly comprehending and accepting this reality.
After all... the Awakened One Karma was also a female.
Reaching this conclusion, a look of intimacy and kinship blossomed in Xayah's eyes.
As Ionia's spiritual leader for thousands of years, or rather, the very spiritual symbol of all of Ionia, the Awakened One Karma undoubtedly possessed a supreme and exalted status.
But under such circumstances, an Awakened One possessing thousands of years of wisdom and experience still chose to become the Master's submissive sex slave. This undoubtedly proved that her own choice was the absolute right one, representing the ultimate truth of this world.
Thinking this, Xayah said with deep devotion, "Greetings to you, Awakened One."
"Hello to you too. May the Spirit of Ionia be with you," Darha replied with a peaceful greeting.
Hearing Darha's words, Xayah felt a deep stir in her heart.
The phrase itself was merely a common Ionian greeting, nothing particularly special.
But the catch was that this sentence was now being spoken from the mouth of the Awakened One Karma—this was no different from the Spirit of Ionia itself bestowing a blessing upon her.
Even if Vastayans and humans didn't get along, when facing Karma, who represented the Spirit of Ionia, their hearts would still be filled with respect and reverence.
Thinking this, Xayah took a deep breath, looked at Darha, and asked, "May I ask the Awakened One a question?"
"Please, go ahead," Darha nodded gently.
After carefully weighing her words, Xayah asked: "When exactly did Master take your virginity for the first time? What position did he use to plow you? And when does the Awakened One plan to act as his breeding bag and bear Master's offspring?"