Today marked the grand ball at the palace—a celebration of the successful Dark Harvest campaign, and the beginning of an even greater conquest.
But Claude wasn't particularly excited about the speeches or ceremonies.
What he'd truly been looking forward to… was bedding the daemons he had sent flowers to during the last banquet.
With all the chaos and responsibilities that piled up afterward, he had honestly lost track. Was it five? Or ten?
'Eh, five are enough for tonight,' he nodded to himself, satisfied with the number.
"Father, perhaps you could focus on the ball first?" Morion interrupted dryly, pulling him out of his wandering thoughts.
Claude blinked and looked ahead—still seated on his throne while Sun, Vulture, Hendrich, Samson, and Wren remained kneeling before him.
Right. Today was also the day to reward his warriors for their efforts in the campaign. Traditionally, the reward would be land or titles.
