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“The moment Lady Sylphid heard the order she jumped out the window”, Fisti explained while she tended to Valkyrie’s wounds.

I stared at Sylphid. “Don’t tell me you climbed the tower.”

“Of course not!”, Sylphid laughed. “I just jumped in when the thing came rumbling down.”

She jumped into the moving tower...

“I mean yeah, with the panorama window broken and all”, Sylphid grinned. “Was super easy to get in. The little kitty came too.” She scratched Aiju behind the ears who responded with a somewhat annoyed but still pleased purr.

“Meanwhile, Lady Cuffs and myself took the regular way”, Maria further elaborated. She was currently treating another brutally injured girl. “As Lady Margaret had surrendered, this tower is officially accessible to you, Master Beta. Naturally that extends to your slaves as well.”

I barely had the strength left to remain standing and leaned at the wall. “I probably should have expected this...”

“Oi, Oi, The fuck’s this bullshit?”, Minerva glared at Valkyrie “Who cares if your friends watched you suffocate? Why are you still alive?”

“That is…” for some reason Valkyrie was blushing.

On the other hand, Sylphid was grinning from ear to ear now. “Well, you know, if Valkyrie isn’t allowed to breathe, all I had to do was do the breathing for her.”

“So, basically…”

“Lady Sylphid performed Cardiopulmonary resuscitation on her”, Maria explained with a smile. “Or mouth to mouth breathing.”

“Goes without saying, but we muted this too”, Fisti jutted her thumb towards the wall mounted magic vision. It currently showed some old guy in a suit speaking. “No offense, Mari, know ya did yer best getting that drouth Dark Lord to comply and all but we rather not take our chances with an amok running Valkyrie.”

“Turned it back on juuuuust in time when Minerva turned into a marble”, Sylphid laughed and looked Minerva up and down. “I feel I have to actually thank you, Erva. Valk never let me kiss her before. And I dig that new look of yours. Very sexy. I bet you can take a giga dick with that hot bod of yours without breaking a sweat..eh sorry, poor choice of words.”

“Sylphid”, Minerva growled. “Was it you or Cass that made the boy **** resistant?”

“Neither.”

She scoffed. “Guess that’s what I get for trying to **** a surrender. Should have just killed him.”

“Actually”, Sylphid mused. “You had that surrender in the bag.”

That caused Minerva to narrow her eyes. “What?”

“All you had to do was get an anal orgasm out of Handsome.”

oh…

“Instead of torturing.”, Sylphid clarified further. “You could have simply flipped Handsome over and pleasured his butt.”

I...didn’t even consider that.

Minerva seemingly did neither if the renewed expression of rage on her face was any indication. Just to be on the safe side I told her to not move.

“So, what are ya going to do with the looney?”, Fisti interrupted. “Don’t tell me yer just gonna add her to yer harem.”

“Ohh, I like that idea!”, Sylphid squealed. “I take good care of her!”

No. I shook my head. That was not something that will ever happen. I have no idea what I will do with Minerva. And to be honest. I don’t even want to think about it.

Even Sylphid seemed to be able to read the room as she finally stopped joking around. “Hey, Handsome.”

“Yes?”

She clasped me on the shoulder. “You did good today. And...thank you.”

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The second **** that Minerva held captive in her **** chamber was a Dragon Girl Galmon called Fanfan. Another tournament contestant that surrendered to her and was viciously abused as a result.

In fact, she was even worse off then Valkyrie. Thanks to her tough skin she will survive but her mind appeared to be broken beyond repair.

She wasn’t the only one. After questioning Minerva for a bit it turned out that this was something she did to all opponents that surrendered to her.

Over her ten year career as a combatant she enslaved close to forty fighters, although she doesn’t remember the exact number. Most of them didn’t survive their slavedom for more then a year. Aside from Fanfan and Valkyrie there was currently one other **** in her possession. A quadriplegic human male that Minerva kept in her basement back in Langbau as a pet. Although she doubt that he was still alive. She only left him a bowl of water as she departed for Rasheul three months ago.

I checked if Minerva had any remaining orders on Fanfan or Valkyrie and once it turned out she hadn’t I told Minerva to kill herself on the spot. There was no way I’m keeping that monster alive.

No one objected, not even Minerva herself.

There was no fear or even hesitation in her eyes as she summoned a shadow axe and decapitated herself. Minerva must have realized that this was a **** fate then she deserved. Perhaps that too was part of her sick plan.

Well, dead was the wrong word anyways as Aiju quickly scooped up the small red marble, seemingly fascinated by the beautiful crimson sheen.

“Don’t eat it.”

Aiju meowed annoyed and tossed the blood soul to Sylphid who promptly put it in her sports bra.

Maria arranged to have Fanfan transported to the infirmary for more in depth healing. Valkyrie really should have joined her there, but the strongest Galmon refused, claiming that none of her wounds require treatment.

She wasn’t wrong per se. Minerva clearly intended for Valkyrie to keep serving her and as such refrained from giving her any truly debilitating injury.

Her right eye however, was permanently lost.

“I am owing you a debt that can never be repaid”, the Galmon stated. “If it is your desire I am happy to serve you for the rest of my life.”

“Please don’t be absurd”, I replied as I slipped in a fresh set of clothes Maria had prepared for me. “This is just me repaying you back for when you saved us. We’re even now.”

But Valkyrie shook her head. “It honors you to say so. Nevertheless, you lost a dear friend in the process.”

...

A friend, huh.

Femto was a devil. A self serving fiend that deceived Beatrice and tried to steal my soul.

And even this, her help in this battle came at a heavy price. One that I will have to pay even now to whoever will replace Femto in this contract.

She never saw me more then a soul for her to collect.

At least, that’s what I like to tell me. Because the alternative was just too cruel.

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“How dare you!”

That was the greeting Hebi-san gave me when we returned.

“Making us tend to your dwelling like some lowly buxom wench? Did you not realize that it was us who brought you victory, foolish Mari Beta! Know your place!”

She angrily stroke Uni, who didn’t have a problem with her mistress’s temper and happily snuggled against her.

Aside from these two, only Lucky was present, happily munching on some strawberries. Aiju wasted no time and joined her.

“Where is the rest?”, I asked.

“The foolish slaver left with the maid, claiming some urgent business. The foolish witch is licking her wounds and the equally foolish Sexy-Knight is soothing her.”

Oh, right...

“Rice...didn’t take it well”, Fisti told me reluctantly. “Ya know…”

Yes. I expected as much.

With heavy steps, I walked towards Beatrice’s bedroom and slowly opened the door

“Beatrice?”

“Please be silent, my Lord. She is asleep.”

Sure enough, there was Beatrice sleeping fitfully while Sanakia gently cradled her.

The Galmon had an uncharacteristically sad smile on her face. “Congratulations on your victory, my Lord. I never had any doubt you would succeed.”

I could only give a short nod at that as my eyes were drawn towards the sleeping girl. “Is Beatrice…”

“She cried herself to sleep”, Sanakia informed me. “If you do not need my services, my Lord, I would like to remain with her for a little while longer.”

I thanked Sanakia and told her to take as long as she need. I was just grateful that Beatrice had someone she could lean on.

“Never thought I see Sana act this considerate”, Fisti mumbled.

Aiju meowed sadly.

The atmosphere has turned quite somber. I may have won, but this was a hollow victory.

“I’m back. Sup.”

Taking absolutely no effort in reading the room, Cassandra casually stepped out of the elevator.

But she wasn’t alone.

Accompanying her was Cia, scared out of her wits.

The reason for that was evidently the third person in the elevator who busied herself happily petting the scared maid on the head.

It was a Devil.