Inside the dimly lit dragon carriage on the way back, Zero's sharp gaze was fixed on the petite girl sitting on Regulus's other side, who was also casually held in his arm.
She already knew who this demi-human girl was.
It was the Witch, Sphinx—one of the three Great Commanders of the Demi-Human alliance, holding the same infamous rank as Valga Cromwell, the giant who had just been captured after the palace attack.
Zero hadn't expected the enemy commander to be sitting here as well.
However, having just witnessed and deduced some things about the backdoor political negotiations between Regulus and His Majesty the King, Zero didn't show too much outward reaction. She kept her shinobi mask of stoicism firmly in place.
But afterward, she would definitely find a way to report this massive intelligence breach.
Especially their physical relationship. Such intimate, familiar embraces, no matter how you looked at them, certainly couldn't be just simple 'friends'.
She withdrew her gaze. Regulus's increasingly excessive actions—his hand tracing the curve of her waist—made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Although she legally belonged to this man from the moment she was given away and accepted this espionage task, wasn't he being a bit too eager? Couldn't they cultivate their feelings a little first?
But these were just useless thoughts; she didn't voice her opinions. After all, as a royal monitor and a tool of the Crown, she believed she had no right to make any personal demands.
Zero gently closed her eyes and chose to endure the harassment.
But unlike her stoic silence...
"Lord Regulus, I..." Sphinx murmured softly, gripping the arm that was holding her.
Facing the petite girl whose eyes were filled with a rare, needy mist, Regulus perfectly understood her meaning. With a wicked smirk, he withdrew the arm that was exploring Zero's waist and scooped Sphinx up.
He placed the necromancer directly onto his lap.
"You'll be leaving the Capital soon," Regulus whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "So, before you depart back to the wetlands, I must advance to you everything you're entitled to for the upcoming period."
"Mm."
The next moment, Zero's eyes snapped wide open in sheer surprise as she watched the two of them passionately intertwine right there in the carriage.
Regulus's large hands slid under Sphinx's robes, yanking the fabric up to her waist in one rough motion. The petite necromancer gasped, thighs parting instinctively as she straddled his lap, her small body trembling with need. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her flush against the hard bulge straining in his trousers.
"Mm—Lord Regulus..." she whimpered, grinding down desperately, her slick folds already soaking through the thin cloth separating them.
He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting deep while one hand freed his thick cock, hot and heavy against her stomach. Sphinx moaned into his mouth, reaching down to wrap both small hands around his girth, stroking eagerly. Regulus growled, lifting her higher before slamming her down onto his length in a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, dripping heat.
"Ahh—!" Sphinx cried out, back arching sharply, her inner walls clenching greedily around the sudden stretch. Regulus didn't give her time to adjust. He gripped her narrow hips and began bouncing her ruthlessly on his cock, the wet slap of skin echoing through the carriage with every brutal plunge.
Her small breasts bounced beneath her loosened robes as she rode him, head thrown back in ecstasy, sharp little nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder... please—fill me," she begged breathlessly, hips rolling to meet each thrust, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down his balls.
Regulus's hand snaked up to squeeze her throat lightly, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. He pounded up into her faster, the carriage rocking with their rhythm, his thick cock spearing deep into her womb with every stroke. Sphinx's moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, her pussy fluttering wildly as her climax crashed over her, gushing around him.
He didn't stop. With a dark chuckle he flipped her around, pressing her back against his chest so her legs spread wide, exposing her stuffed cunt completely. His fingers rubbed tight circles over her swollen clit while he continued fucking her through her orgasm, chasing his own release with deep, punishing thrusts.
Sphinx's body shook violently, another climax ripping through her as Regulus finally buried himself deep and came, flooding her spasming pussy with thick ropes of hot seed until it overflowed and ran down her thighs.
However, although she was surprised by the sheer brazenness, it wasn't conceptually unacceptable. She had heard the scandalous rumors about this man, and she had even personally reviewed the intelligence files she had previously collected about his 'acquisitions'. A powerful, unique girl like the Witch Sphinx, no matter how you looked at it, perfectly fit his hunting criteria, right?
Speaking of which...
'Since this man's intimate relationship with Sphinx is already confirmed,' Zero deduced, her mind racing, 'could the proposed peace talks actually be one of the personal conditions for Sphinx's surrender?'
If that were truly the case, what this white-haired monster was doing now was simply having his cake and eating it too.
The next day.
Zero's eyes snapped open.
The first thing she saw was a firm, bare chest; she was lying entirely entangled in a man's arms.
She cautiously lifted her head, looking at the sleeping face of the man who had kept her awake all night, relentlessly tormenting her with various impossible, gravity-defying new tricks.
Her cheeks couldn't stop burning. Although she had been terribly and thoroughly exhausted, as a woman, last night's experience could definitely be called a flawless, mind-melting first time.
She let out a small, shaky breath.
Temporarily pushing the vivid, embarrassing memories of last night aside, she carefully slipped out of the luxurious bed. But immediately after getting up, she encountered a very troubling physical problem.
Namely, she had absolutely no clothes to wear.
Yesterday, Regulus, in his high spirits, had torn her durable ninja outfit to shreds. It was completely unwearable. And even if it could be salvaged, she would absolutely not wear it right now. It was completely filthy; even after washing, it would likely retain a strong, unmistakable scent of their activities.
Finally, her gaze settled on the dark fabric draped over a chair—the black robe that Sphinx had taken off during the night.
Picking up the robe, she found that it was also slightly dirty, but only on the inside; the outside part showed virtually no problems.
She put it on directly.
After slipping it over her shoulders, she found that the robe was not only very short but also incredibly, ridiculously tight. Sphinx was a petite girl with the body of a child. Zero, on the other hand, was a fully grown, athletic kunoichi. The tightest part was naturally the area across her chest, stretching the fabric to its absolute limits and giving her a feeling of restricted breathing.
But this was no time to be picky about fashion. Regulus could wake up at any moment, and she had to transmit what she saw last night to the King before he did.
The moment she took a step, a small grunt of pain escaped her lips.
She immediately turned to glance at the bed, and seeing that Regulus hadn't woken up, her taut nerves finally relaxed. She continued toward the door. This time, she didn't take such large steps, intentionally shortening her stride to avoid aggravating the soreness forcibly inflicted upon her last night.
Having successfully sneaked out of the master bedroom, she used her elite shinobi training to completely mask her presence, avoiding all the wives and maids she encountered in the hallways while searching for a study where she could find paper and a pen.
It didn't take long.
After successfully slipping into a vacant study and writing down a highly encrypted intelligence report, she quickly left the room and scaled the side of the mansion, climbing onto the high roof.
Crouching near the chimney, she took out a small, specialized object from her concealed pouch. When she blew on it, no audible sound was made to human ears.
However, soon after, a very peculiar, small bird flew out from the morning mist towards her, finally landing obediently on her wrist.
Placing the tiny scroll into the canister on the bird's leg, she watched it fly away toward the Royal Palace before finally feeling a wave of relief, preparing to return to the bedroom.
Unfortunately, the very moment she turned around—
A petite girl dressed in a lavish Gothic Lolita gown was standing right behind her, staring at her with deadpan, butterfly-patterned eyes.
Zero's heart suddenly tightened in sheer terror.
'When?!' She was incredibly surprised.
As an elite Royal Ninja, her direct combat ability might not be absolute top-tier, but her stealth and sensory abilities were flawless. To not notice someone approaching, and approaching so closely on an open roof, could absolutely be considered a fatal dereliction of duty!
But she was also deeply puzzled.
'Why, despite clearly seeing me send a messenger bird, did she not try to stop me or sound the alarm at all?'
"You... hello," Zero stammered, awkwardly gripping the too-tight robe.
"If you want to do something, you should just do it openly, I suppose," Beatrice sighed, crossing her arms. "Sneaking around on the roof like a common thief only draws more attention, in fact."
"Uh—"
Was she... being lectured?!
But what she was doing was high treason and espionage; it was absolutely not something that could be done 'openly', was it?!
"Sorry," Zero said, lowering her head respectfully, her hand hovering near a concealed kunai just in case. She no longer knew how to answer this strange little girl at this moment.
"Hmph~ This time, Betty will let it slide," Beatrice huffed, turning away. "Hurry up and wash up, then change into some suitable clothes. Running around outside half-naked like this, and even climbing onto the roof in that ridiculous, tiny robe... Regulus will definitely be angry if he sees you acting so shamelessly."
With that scolding delivered, Beatrice lightly leaped off the edge of the roof, floating gracefully back through an open window.
Facing the departing Great Spirit, Zero only felt even more frustrated and confused.
How was she discovered? She was certain that she had not leaked any bloodlust or sound along the way. She couldn't figure it out.
But what puzzled the kunoichi even more was the other party's incredibly lax attitude toward a spy.
'Could it be that...' Zero's eyes widened in realization. 'Some of the women around Regulus aren't actually here willingly, so after seeing my espionage actions, they have absolutely no intention of stopping me or pursuing the matter?'
It made perfect logical sense to the spy. He had over a hundred wives, gathered from all over the world, with various backgrounds. According to the King's files, some of them were even obtained through not-so-honorable, forceful means. They must secretly hate him and want the Crown to take him down!
Unfortunately, the elite ninja completely misunderstood the situation.
Beatrice's meaning was purely and innocently literal: she simply thought Zero was an idiot for running around on the roof wearing a robe that barely covered her assets.
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