Dale wet his parched throat with wine and slowly examined the other women.
âThat woman over there is the witch called Medea.â
Karlâs secretary maid and Circeâs adopted daughter.
In a way, she was like a stepdaughter to Karl.
The relationship was complicated and she must be considerably old... but that was because of the special situation of a long-lived species finally taking a husband for the first time.
A woman whose facial expressions barely changed, like a doll.
And her appearance was just as doll-like beautiful, giving a cold impression.
Maybe because she was the same witch and adopted daughter, she somehow resembled Circe.
She exuded a similar mystical aura.
âAnd the elf over there is Diana, was it?â
Gorgeous blonde hair and a sexy bodyâthat was the impression.
Her outfit was practically pretty bold, exposing her thighs and midriff completely.
They said it was traditional elven clothing, so there was nothing to say...
But showing off that voluptuous body so openly made her charm overwhelming.
Not just regular residents and soldiers, but every man including the vassals had stared at that body in a daze.
Even her lively gestures and expressions were the kind only a woman fully aware of her own attractiveness could show.
Just standing still, she could probably enchant any man.
No, if she really wanted to, she could do it as much as she liked.
If she lightly thrust out those tits and ass and gave a seductive smile, what man could resist?
âAn elf is somehow acceptable, but how the hell is he acquainted with a dragon? Is she related to the witches?â
What concerned him the most was of course the dragon named Morgan, whose horns stood out prominently.
She had been silently focusing only on the meal and tea the whole time since arriving in the territory.
But that didnât hide that body.
The enormous tits and ass visible even through her dress showed truly overwhelming presence.
Every single one of them was a beauty that deserved genuine admiration.
He couldnât understand why Karl had brought women like this.
âIs he trying to show off the women he knows? Or planning to use honey traps?â
Not knowing what he was up to only made him more anxious.
Karl wasnât the type to just come say hello in the first place.
And suddenly dragging in allies of this caliber without a word.
This was practically a declaration of war.
âBut using women like this would be a burden for him too. Politically, heâd still have to watch himself. Thinking about his future life in the Witch Territory, he wouldnât want to rack up unnecessary debts by forcing their help.â
If he was planning to crush him with pure force, there would be no need for this.
He could just put the dragon in front and be done with it.
âBut Karl never had any intention of doing that from the start. He doesnât want direct harm to the territory or even a few deaths among the residents.â
That guy Karl was obsessively fond of the territory.
Didnât he choose to be sold as the witchâs husband precisely because he couldnât bring himself to run away and abandon it?
âThough in the end that ended up giving him wings...â
Looking at Circe, Dale felt an inexplicable bitterness.
Who would have thought the 300-year-old Great Witch would be such a perfectly styled beauty?
And they said the Great Witch wanted a mage for succession purposes.
That meant every night he could freely enjoy that sensual beautyâs body.
âTch. As expected, whether back then or now, I just donât like that guy.â
Still, on the other hand, it was reassuring.
At the very least, he wouldnât do anything that harmed the territory or its people.
Politics and power struggles would end between us.
That was Karlâs basic stance.
In other words, just because they came together didnât mean he could freely use the power of the elf, dragon, and witches.
Dale judged it that way.
...He had no way of imagining that all four of them were Karlâs exclusive fuckmeat.
It was hard to believe that women of this level of beauty and status would form a single manâs harem.
In reality, they had gone far beyond simple fuck buddies and were proudly serving as his personal bitches and cock-sleeves.
But that was only possible because Karl himself was an existence that completely defied common sense.
"By the way, big brother."
"Huh? W-What is it."
Dale found it extremely awkward for Karl to call him "big brother."
He had never once called him that even when forcibly selling him off.
It sounded like a warning: wipe your neck and get ready.
"Since the Great Witch Circe has gone out of her way to visit, how about taking this opportunity to show the people of the territory and the mages some witch magic?"
"...You all traveled a long way, so you must be tired. Itâs fine to rest without worrying about it."
"No, weâre not staying that long anyway, so we should use the time efficiently." Karl said without looking much interest as if he couldnât be bothered by anything going around him.
"...."
It pissed him off to be led around by Karlâs suggestion, but he had no justification to refuse.
On the contrary, the vassals might criticize him for throwing away such a golden opportunity.
Witch magic held that much value to mages.
âNo matter how I look at it, it feels like a scheme to raise his own standing by showing off amazing magic...â
If he refused this suggestion, he would be suspected of lacking ability and conscience as a lord.
"...Then letâs go ahead and ask."
In the end, Dale had no choice but to nod while feeling uneasy.
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A|N: How are you guys? All going well? Hope so everyone of you are doing amazing in your life. Anyway do you guys have any idea about how MC may take his revenge?