Chapter 56: Righteous & Noble Conviction
Ben Dover was staring at a number.
A number ’two’.
Right there, in the top-left corner of his status panel, right next to the telephone icon function used to contact the goddess, the previously greyed-out option now had the number two on it.
However, no matter how much Ben tried to activate or trigger it to see what this meant, it was still very much unreactive, just like before.
As he sat there racking his brain as to why this part of his system, which was previously dormant, had awoken and was showing him a number two, a sound suddenly came from the floor where Kiara was laid out.
She was clearly in a rough sleeping position. And looking at both her and her sister, they were so wasted from exhaustion that they were showing no signs of even waking up.
"Guess they’re spending the night."
Ben mused fondly as he got up and walked over to the naked, sprawled-out form of Kiara.
He gently scooped her up, a feat which was so easy for him to do now after attaining the master knight realm.
Ben Dover walked the young lady over to his mattress, her perky breast swaying with his every motion and heaving in tandem with the rhythm of her peaceful heartbeats.
He lay her side to side with her twin, taking his time to appreciate the double hits of peacefully sleeping sexy beauties before him as he tucked them into the leathery covers with care.
These young maidens had garnered Ben a substantial amount of points, so he was quite fond of them now; there was also the weird fact that their realm displayed on the system was abnormal, which also caught Ben’s interest.
It was already late into the night, judging by the heavy darkness outside and the abnormally large twin moons in the night sky, and though Ben’s stamina was now really impressive, he saw no reason not to rest for the night.
The strangeness of his status panel could be addressed later; what mattered most now was his immediate pursuit of seeing the mistress, and also finding his way into the pants of the large-bosomed hunt squad captain.
Yes. Ben had finally figured out the identity of this enigmatic lady who had introduced herself to him as Nymira.
According to the twins, this person was in charge of some type of elite team tasked by their chancellor, enforced by the mistress, to hunt down revolters. Both those in hiding and those actively mounting a revolution.
They said she used to be captain of the entire duchy’s soldiers before the duke ran away, and after the duke had run, the chancellor had placed her into the role of hunt team captain, while someone else took up the role of captain of the duchy soldiers.
Though the twins weirdly knew a lot more information about the inner workings of the estate than Ben had imagined, this was still the extent of what they knew about this matter.
The twins also didn’t fail to mention how most people in the estate are afraid of this person, with tales of how brutal she can be if someone steps out of line, fails in their duties, or endangers the duchy.
She is a no-nonsense type of lady, whom even the duchess respects a lot.
She takes immense pride in the duchy, and there’s a rumor that the connection between Captain Nymira, the runaway duke, and the duchess runs really deep, deeper than any other retainer of this estate.
So her loyalty was ironclad, as ironclad as even the one man said to even have more loyalty to the duchy, or more particularly, the duchess, Faerwyn, than most.
The chancellor.
However, the twins also shared that these two people don’t actually get along, a common knowledge known to most in the estate for reasons not clear.
But when Ben pressed playfully for more juicy details, the twins had strangely avoided going into any deep information whenever it regards the chancellor.
Still, Ben learnt quite a lot in their playful indulgence, enough to put into perspective the kind of place he was in, and to read along the lines of interests and disinterests of its residents.
As he had predicted, even the twins had testified that they weren’t even sure of how strong Nymira was....
All they knew was that she was strong enough to only care to listen to the mistress now that the duke was gone.
No one else could tell her what to do, not even the chancellor, who basically runs the duchy in place of the duchess.
"Hmm....I do love a challenge."
Ben’s smile stretched as the image of Nymira came to mind: her ginormous breasts, and her round, large, tender behind.
The thought of indulging in her and the no doubt massive benefits that would follow was simply mouth-watering.
But Ben needed a way in, and his professional mind that worked on Einstein’s level of genius whenever matters of sexy beauties were involved had already come up with a perfect way in.
For tomorrow, first, Ben needed to see Faerwyn, and then he needed to see Nymira right after. Every other plan would be made along the way.
With his thoughts settled on plans for the next day, Ben climbed onto the hard mattress, ready to call it a night, but even as he did, the discomfort from both the hardness of the material of the mattress and the texture was almost torturous to someone used to sleeping in something much better and comfortable.
"Damn it....I really need a new bed."
Ben murmured as he settled into the uncomfortable mattress, pulling a bit of the wolf leather-like covering to himself, whilst making sure there was still enough to cover the two naked beauties sleeping peacefully to the side.
There was a whole lot of things Ben could change in this new world, but acting rashly when he didn’t even know his tail from his end would just lead to his untimely death, since he wasn’t yet assured safety in his current strength or influence.
Development, if necessary, had to be done strategically, and only targeting matters that benefited him for the moment.
Later he could tactfully usher in more comfort reminiscent of his old world into this one.
He had all he needed in the system, so it’s just a matter of taking as little risk as necessary until he was essentially the most powerful person there was. Then he could probably do whatever he wanted.
"I need to be powerful enough...Powerful enough not to worry about being castrated."
"Powerful enough to Bed every single beauty...."
"And powerful enough to put both that tyrant world empress under the influence of my mighty cock."
"As well as that deity of ungodly sexiness...Elyndra."
Set in his righteous and noble conviction, Ben’s eyes slowly closed in exhaustion as he progressively drifted off to sleep.....
Hoping for a better day ahead.
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