"Mother…what are you doing…?!"
The scream of the silver long-haired female warrior in black armor boomed through the throne room.
I hurriedly pulled my pants back up, as did Countess Azalea, who straightened her messy dress and hair while wiping away the remnants of my semen that had covered her body.
"O-oh….Sheiza…my daughter...no need to worry…I-I-"
"How dare you do that in this sacred throne room…! Have you turned into traitor, mother…?! You turned into a whore just for giving this bastard a pleasure...?!"
The black-armored woman's screams grew louder.
I could sense her anger and disappointment.
According to the intelligence I had gathered, I knew she was the daughter of Duke Archer Aerilus and Countess Azalea: Baroness Sheiza.
Unlike the Ventura soldiers I was used to, Baroness Sheiza's black armor appeared firmer and fit her body, yet it contained powerful magical energy.
