The air inside the townhouse foyer was unnervingly silent.
Zen stood with his back pressed against the front door, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the four S-Rank Goddesses standing in a perfect, impenetrable semicircle in front of him.
The D-Rank suppression ring on his finger throbbed, choking off his mana pathways while the four distinct S-Rank magical seals on the door behind him vibrated with authority.
"What is the meaning of this?" Zen asked in a low voice.
Aurelia stepped forward, her golden silk gown gliding over the marble floor. She held her chin high, her amber eyes practically glowing with serene, unified confidence.
"It is three in the morning, my Emperor," Aurelia said smoothly. "You disappeared into the night after refusing a meal and a proper recovery session. We realised that our previous lack of coordination was causing you undue mental strain."
