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⭑. ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭

The obsessive tone suggested that if any objection was raised, there would be immediate consequences.

Elysia quickly nodded her head.

“Of course. While I’m with you… Not that I would ever do such a thing, but I won’t engage in any such acts with other beastmen.”

Only after hearing her response did Hadeon, seemingly satisfied, release her thigh. Feeling her body freed from his control, Elysia hurriedly clasped her hands over her wildly heaving chest.

“Let’s end the meal here. I’ll leave first, so take your time finishing breakfast.”

With that commanding statement, Hadeon left the dining room. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed down the corridor. Elysia, left alone at the table, stared endlessly in the direction he had disappeared.

***

[The Duke’s office]

Malcolm was briefing the Duke on the invitations that had arrived at the mansion, as usual. Despite this, he couldn’t believe what he had witnessed that morning and kept glancing at his master’s face.

How is that human woman still alive after spending the night with the Lord? I was prepared to clean up a corpse.

Malcolm had seen women recklessly enter his master’s bedroom before. He’d also heard rumors from the battlefield about what happened to the women allowed into the Lord’s tent. He knew how they were carried out the next morning.

But this human woman was alive.

Moreover, she even had breakfast with the Lord.

How can an ordinary human swallow food so calmly in front of the Lord? Shouldn’t she have choked to death by now?

Though he respected his master, Malcolm personally thought he was the worst man to be with. Arrogant and self-centered, Hadeon Lark was a perfect tyrant. He wasn’t afraid to become a clear villain to those who opposed his rule. Even women of the same bloodline struggled to deal with him and fled, yet this woman was weak and young.

Even if she survived last night by luck, I can’t guarantee that fortune will last.

Malcolm thought bitterly.

His master was the sole head of the great Red Lion Ducal House, the first family among the Nine Great Nations. A king among beasts, with the purest bloodline. Expecting human emotions from him was absurd. He found it easier to use and crush others. Anyone who lost their usefulness was discarded like trash. It was fortunate not to tremble in fear of death while staying close to the master.

Why would such a poor human woman choose to become the Lord’s mistress? How pitiful.

Malcolm, forgetting the hostility he had shown towards Elysia, felt a pang of sympathy for her as she began her life as the Duke’s mistress.

“There will be an opening ceremony for the new magical elevator at the Luminous Gallery, the new department store in the South. The gallery’s representative personally wrote a letter requesting your presence, my Lord.”

“How much was the initial investment?”

“You own 25% of the gallery’s total shares.”

Despite spending time with his mistress, the Duke seemed to be in a low mood, which Malcolm cautiously mentioned.