The new day's sun had fully risen into the sky. Sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains.
The third floor of the inn finally fell silent.
Shiho and Akemi were still sleeping soundly.
They had been awake all night. The sound from upstairs, like crying mixed with laughing, had been like a dull knife, scraping at their nerves.
Shiho had tried every method but couldn't sleep. In her heart, she cursed all eighteen generations of Makoto's ancestors.
By early morning, they simply couldn't hold out any longer.
Even though the racket upstairs was still going on, the body's instinct eventually overrode their will. Their eyelids were heavy as if filled with lead, and they fell into a deep sleep.
In the next room, Yunyun was in the same situation.
After listening to the quintet of men and women all night, she also succumbed to sleepiness and closed her eyes, exhausted.
Throughout the entire night, she kept comforting herself... she and Makoto were just friends. She had no right to interfere with Makoto doing that kind of thing with other women.
But the more she thought about it, the more her nose stung.
Hana and Darkness's situations were rather special.
They had also been tortured by the noise all night, but unlike the Miyano sisters and Yunyun, who just tossed and turned in bed without doing anything,
They had snuck to the door of Makoto's room. Their fingers had been busy under their skirts all night, and then they had fallen asleep in the middle of the night.
Damn, they were all having a team-building event outside Makoto's door.
The next morning, the sounds from Makoto's room served as their alarm clock. The two perverted women, who had passed out digging in the hallway outside the door, woke up at the same time.
Hana sat up from the hallway, dried drool stains still at the corner of her mouth. Hearing the shouts coming from inside the room, she couldn't help complaining.
"They have way too much energy!!"
But immediately, her ear caught a familiar voice.
Instantly, Hana's eyes widened like saucers.
Darkness, who had also just woken up, also recognized the owner of that voice... Tsuki!
The two looked at each other. Without a word, they simultaneously reached their hands toward the door handle.
But the door suddenly opened on its own.
Hana saw a scene she would remember for the rest of her life.
Tsuki and Yanagi were lying on the bed, hugging each other one on top of the other, like two slices of bread in a hamburger.
The mother and daughter's double-layered abalones were pressed tightly together, one on top of the other, while Makoto behind them was going in and out, up and down, back and forth.
Sweat dripped from Tsuki's forehead and fell onto Yanagi's collarbone.
Yanagi's fingers were tangled in her mother's silver hair, her lips pressed against her earlobe, whispering something.
"Ah... Sis, you're here—" Yanagi waved to Hana, completely calm, as if inviting her to breakfast.
Tsuki was not so calm.
Her body jerked violently. Her lips trembled several times before she finally squeezed out a voice. "N-no... it's not like that... Hana... Mo-Mom did this for... oh no... an unavoidable reason... oh oh oh—"
Her voice was fragmented, explanations mixed with moans, disjointed and incoherent. No one could understand what she was saying.
Hana was trembling with anger. Her fingers clenched into fists. "Don't explain while you're having an orgasm!"
Darkness stood beside Hana. Her two eyes had already turned into hearts. Drool was streaming from her mouth.
Her breathing grew faster and faster. Her chest heaved violently.
Makoto beckoned to her.
Darkness instinctively took a step forward.
"Who said you could walk over?"
Makoto's voice suddenly dropped. His face darkened. "Crawl."
If it were an ordinary woman, hearing something like that would make her half dead with anger. Slapping him would be the lightest reaction.
But this sentence precisely hit Darkness's strike zone.
She immediately fell to her knees, braced her hands on the ground, and crawled toward Makoto. The dog collar around her neck jingled with her movements.
When Darkness reached the side of the bed, Makoto nodded with satisfaction. "Mm, what a good dog. Come, here's your reward."
He rewarded Darkness with a hot dog that burst with filling.
Yanagi turned her head from the mother-daughter stack and looked at her sister standing in the doorway. She blinked.
"Are you going back to your room, Sis?"
Hana was furious.
She threw caution to the wind. She leaped onto Makoto's back from behind, wrapped her arms around his neck, and hung her whole body on him, burying her face in his back. "I want it too!"
Yanagi clicked her tongue. "Sis, you're still too green."
Then Yanagi grabbed her older sister. "Come, I'll teach you."
Hana slid down from Makoto's body. Yanagi led her to directly in front of Makoto and bent her slender waist.
"Don't be nervous. Just do as I say."
Hana's face reddened. She bent down and extended her little tongue toward Makoto's crotch. The moment the tip of her tongue touched it, her body trembled violently.
Yanagi applauded from behind. "Yeah, that's it. Watch your teeth."
Darkness watched this scene from the side. The hearts in her eyes grew even bigger.
…
Miles away, at the Belzerg Kingdom military camp.
Kyouya had returned from Melromarc.
In the tent, the king of Belzerg saw Kyouya return and asked impatiently.
"Did you find out the truth?"
Kyouya knelt on one knee and urgently reported:
"Your Majesty, the previous rumors about Nishikawa Makoto are all true."
"He slaughtered all of the Kingdom of Melromarc's royal family, ministers, and the nation's top adventurers. The methods were extremely cruel."
The temperature inside the tent seemed to drop a few degrees.
The faces of several ministers turned deathly pale.
"That magic that summons the meteor—"
Kyouya swallowed his saliva. "Its power is even more exaggerated than the rumors said. It's no longer as simple as the seventh tier."
"It could very possibly have reached the tenth tier."
The tent was as quiet as a cemetery.
The king of Belzerg's lips trembled several times before he finally squeezed out a sentence. "Then... what can we do?"
He knew what the tenth tier meant.
Fluder, the chief mage of the Baharuth Empire, was called the greatest genius in the empire's history, and he had only mastered the sixth tier.
As for the reclusive old monsters of the Slane Theocracy, the outside world guessed they could reach the seventh or eighth tier.
What did the tenth tier mean? No one knew.
Because the notion of the tenth tier only existed in speculation and people's imaginations. It had never truly appeared in any nation's history.
Kyouya looked up.
"Your Majesty, I brought someone back. Perhaps she has a way."
"Who?"
Kyouya got up, walked to the tent entrance, and lifted the flap. "You can come in now."
A short-haired woman in a black robe and a bronze mask walked in. Her figure was slender. She walked without a sound, clearly an assassin-type combat style.
The woman knelt on one knee before the king of Belzerg.
"Your Majesty, I am a member of the [Shadows], an organization directly under Queen Mirellia."
Kyouya explained from the side. "After King Aultcray was killed by Makoto's group, the Kingdom of Melromarc is now under the control of Queen Mirellia. This lady is Her Majesty the Queen's envoy."
The king of Belzerg nodded.
He had heard of Queen Mirellia's reputation... it was said that she was far stronger than her husband, both in political skill and personal strength.
"Does Queen Mirellia have any way?"
The black-robed woman gave a slight bow. "Her Majesty the Queen is willing to join forces with your country to jointly oppose Nishikawa Makoto's group. Currently, Her Majesty has dispatched 20,000 troops. They are on their way to reinforce us. By then, Her Majesty will also come to the front lines personally."
The tent immediately became lively.
The ministers exchanged whispers. Some breathed sighs of relief and nodded repeatedly. Some slapped their thighs in approval. They all unknowingly relaxed.
"The 20,000 troops will take some time to arrive."
The black-robed woman's voice was flat. "Before then, I hope your country can delay Nishikawa Makoto."
Claire frowned. "The three-day deadline Nishikawa Makoto gave us... only two days remain. For the Melromarc army to arrive, without the help of teleportation magic, it will take at least five days."
The king of Belzerg said with a bitter expression, "Then we'll have to negotiate with Nishikawa Makoto and ask him to extend the deadline."
The tent fell silent for a moment.
After learning that the rumors were all true, they didn't think that man would agree to something like that.