Farming.

You have bigger problems to deal with than an upset heroine who forgets her place. Sure, you'd put a lot of time and effort into Dana and you'd been thrilled when you didn't have to keep restraining her to keep her from running off... but come on. You needed to be realistic about your relationship with her. In the end she was your ****-girl and you fully intended to remind her of it when she came back. Of course, if she kept being troublesome then you'd have to restrain her again... which would take away from your efforts of subduing Miera. Dammit. You needed more of you or some kind of long-term paralyze ability, you couldn't effectively deal with more than one heroine at a time.

Not that you'd really tried... Hm. Maybe "working" on both of them at the same time wasn't such a bad idea. That way they'd both be distracted and recovering at the same times... and maybe you could finally make some headway with venting this mana. Your skin itched and your smaller tendrils are constantly curling and uncurling, completely out of your control. You were actually looking forward to nighttime, when the sun wouldn't be boosting your mana stores.

In the meantime you could bolster you strength with a few lesser monsters. Unfortunately your options are rather limited you realize. The imps wouldn't be out in **** until after dark and as far as you could tell the other monsters were giving you a wide berth. Which left... Ugh... the Spiders. Is there some way to censor them out? Couldn't someone just replace them with bears or something? Dragging your feet both figuratively and literally, you wade into spider territory.

You were cautious at first, staying close to the border and batting the occasional spider out of its web. Once you verified they weren't going to swarm you, you pushed deeper. It wasn't long before you were fighting a continuous stream of spiders pouring down from their webs, though it fell in stark comparison to the mob that assaulted the witch. You had no intentions of sticking around long enough to warrant that kind of attention. After an hour or two your health was dipping rather low for your liking and you'd made a sizable addition to your pool of xp. Returning the way you came is easy enough, most of the spiders are unwilling to pursue you, and soon you are crossing back into what you consider "your" territory.

"Great Flower! Wait!" What the hell? Turning, you find that several dozen spiders have followed you. You can't say any of them look familiar, they are all deep black, but one of them scuttles forward and you recognize it's raspy voice. "Great Flower, we addressssed you the morning of your capture of the light priestessss. We asssked if we could ssserve you." It bows low and spreads its forelegs, "We asssk once more, ssseparate from our fighting ssisssters: May we serve you?" The spiders gathered behind the leader fall into similar poses, bowing in oddly coordinated rows.

Uh... Minions. You could have minions help you watch the slaves. But... spiders? Hadn't you seen enough of these little bastards? This... requires some consideration.