Although Byron, after splitting into nine, had completely rid himself of the constraints of space and time, and could freely station his nine selves across the three continents and three great empires.
He also had the surplus to go out and enjoy himself without the worry of being checked on by his wives.
However, the surprisingly delighted Radiant Queen did not let him off so easily, as she had previously vowed to drain him completely, under the noble guise of "the monarch does not speak in jest, and keeps to the end."
Unfortunately, the Radiant Queen's high hopes didn't come true, as from that night forward, she never achieved the feat of making Byron support himself against the wall as he walked.
Having successfully consolidated the [Reform] divine position, Byron, even when faced with a demigod who utterly outclassed him physically, was no longer the frail dog he used to be, constantly exclaiming "yikes... hiss, ha... hiss, ha."
