A Degenerate's Tale

"We don't speak of this," Saryll strictly reminded on the way back.

In the end, she completely went off track with what she invited Earl out for. She wanted to talk about her daughter but instead, she was confronted out of the blue. They've done little to nothing but a wave of excitement washed over her. 'What am I doing?' She couldn't help but think.

"No one will know of this," Earl smilingly replied. The joyous tone of his voice was enough to let anyone know of his gleeful mood.

As of now, their relationship was unknown, nonexistent. But to Earl, this was headed in the right direction.

To Earl, Saryll was a top priority. Her charms were through the roof and after witnessing what she did the other night, he knew that he had a sure chance of succeeding. Perhaps the intent behind the creation of his original magic was not for the pleasures of his harem, but for fulfilling his uncontrollable greed.

On the other hand, Saryll's mind was in shambles. The relentless attacks of Earl's Charm Magic infused touches and whips of Shadow Magic sent her mind astray. To this point, her life has been stagnant- a trait typical of elven lives. A kingdom to take care of, a family to take care of, living day by day carefreely. Did she want something to change? Earl's desire... could she possibly accept? What did she truly desire?

When a person grows up with a certain set of values, time was needed on top of contemplation for something to change.

No further words were exchanged for the rest of the journey. Earl enjoyed the sensation of cool wind brushing against his face. It served as a source of clarity for his mind.

Many things had happened today. Alea's proposal and progress with Saryll were the two major points. Tomorrow, the joint training would continue.

By the time Earl returned to his hotel, Saryll's face had eased up considerably to the point where her lips had a slight curve upwards.

"I'll be going in now. See you tomorrow... Teacher," Earl bid his farewells.

Saryll remained standing shoulder to shoulder with him. She leaned to his head and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow," ending her sentence by lightly blowing on his ear.

Before he could react, she was already gone with the wind. Fleeting, but the cold sensation on his ear was proof of what she has just done. Indeed, a Queen was a Queen. She could not be underestimated.

A relationship was a careful balancing act of expectations. Earl has done his part, and Saryll has just done hers.

"I'm back," Earl announced his return upon entering the room.

The place they decided to stay at had a balcony with a distant view of the city. At the balcony, Ari was seated and reading a book to herself. She carefully bookmarked her book and turned to Earl, "Come sit outside with me. It feels nice out here."

She was dressed in a loose bathrobe as usual. Her hair was already dry from the constant cooling of the wind, resting lightly down her shoulders.

Following her instruction, he took a seat next to her. Their eyes met and they greeted each other with smiles. Not much needed to be said when they were together. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

Outside on the balcony, the cool wind brushed against their bodies nonstop but when they were sharing body heat like this, the coldness of the wind was no problem.

In the end, they fell asleep in this position, only waking up when the warm sunlight kissed their skin.

In another place, Artasia Palace.

Alea was beginning her morning routine. She was a meticulous girl and this quality carried over to every aspect of her life. Every day, she would wake up at the same time. After stepping out of bed, she straightened her bedsheets and folded her blanket. This quality is usually one never seen in other royalties.

The story behind how this quality was developed could be blamed on her mother. Saryll, as someone who loved cute things more than anything, has always insisted on taking care of her daughter. As a result, the times when Alea was taken proper care of by a servant was far and few. To escape the clutches of her mother, she ended up developing this quality within her.

Of course, this was not to say she was free. When bathing, the chances of being groped by her mother was very high. There were times when she would wake up to find her mother next to her. To deal with this, she has gotten used to throwing her mother out of her bed.

The reality was- they were truly a close family.

The next step to Alea's routine was the bath. While cleaning herself, she would make herself a block of ice to press against her face to remove any puffiness from sleeping. Once that was done, she would begin with her hair routine and skin routine.

To make this process more efficient, she had collected a vast collection of oils from all over the continent. These oils were all of the highest quality with varying properties. Collecting beauty products was one of Alea's few hobbies.

Back at the Venroris Palace, she had rooms dedicated to storing these oils and creams. She also had a team of servants dedicated to buying these items for her.

By the end of her bathing session, her hair was glossy and smooth. Her skin, supple and hydrated- soft to touch and feel. She sat in front of the mirror with her legs in an M shape. In the mirror was an elven girl as beautiful as an angel. Every delicate part of her body was visible. Alea let out a light smile as her hands reached for her sizable breasts. They were soft to the extreme from how well maintained her skin was. Her hands continued to wander and...

After a light session, the princess was fully dressed and prepared to leave for the day.