On the bed, Francesca was breathing slowly and heavily with sweat all over her bare skin. On the sheet, there was a bloodstain.
She opened her clear blue eyes and looked at him with a blush. "Did you feel good?"
"I sure do." Aldred smiled.
They both got dressed and sat on the bed.
"I hope you don't regret what we just did."
Francesca shook her head. "I won't."
"That's a relief."
Francesca giggled. "Are you worried?"
"How can I not?"
"You're the good guy type, huh?"
"I wouldn't consider myself as so. I believe I am not evil, but good is too far-fetched to me."
"That nun must have guided you so well."
"Oh, you can tell she's a nun?"
"Anyone can tell she's a nun. Only a nun would wear clothes like that."
"Anyway, tell me more about this island."
"I am glad you ask. Subiabiterbo is a beautiful island filled with wonder and nature you wouldn't be able to find anywhere else. And this place is the only place where Sparkling Honey Dew can grow. We are the biggest and only exporter. Ever since we built the port, we have never run out of wealth, and with no one bothering us, we live a very peaceful life. That was until a week ago."
"You think everything will be fine?"
"With you here, I am sure of it."
"You have too much confidence in me. Well, since I already make a deal, I plan to follow it."
"Can I ask where you came from?"
"Me? I come from a small village."
"You already reach Gold Rank at the age of 11, I don't think someone like that can come from a small village."
"I come from Ceraisian Empire."
"That much I can tell by looking at your fleet, but I know you don't come from there."
"How did you know?"
Francesca stared into his eyes. "I can tell by looking at your eyes. Ceraisian isn't your home. It's… somewhere else. Are you the son of an Adamantite Rank?"
"No."
"Then the child of a god?"
"Well… you can say that."
"R—really? You're the son of a god? Which god? Is it the God of War? All your power seems to be made for battle and war, so it has to be."
"No. Not him. No one has asked this question before." Aldred did not what to say at this point.
"Do you not want to tell?"
"It's complicated. After explaining one thing, I have to explain another. I hope you don't mind."
Explaining things about reincarnation, the universe, godly power, etc was very complicated.
"It's okay. I am not forcing you. By the way, I am surprised that your wives can get along with each other."
"Why are you surprised?"
"You know. Usually, wives have to fight for their husband's attention."
Aldred shrugged. "I give them all equal attention. It wasn't that hard."
Francesca giggled. "Any woman would be lucky to have you."
"I am not that amazing."
"I will pretend to believe that." She stood up and pulled his hand. "Come. Let's take your wives and friends for dinner."
Soon after, they all gathered and went to the dining hall.
Aldred sat down beside Mira and Mary. "What have you guys been doing?"
"Just looking around. This mansion is huge," Mary said.
"Even bigger than the royal palace?"
"You cannot compare anything to the Royal Palace of the Ceraisian Empire. That thing is as big as a city. Even if you keep walking for a week, you wouldn't reach its end."
"It's that huge? I should have visited it."
"No one can just visit the Royal Palace. And especially not you."
"Why not?"
"That's where the Phoenix and Dragon are the most active. You'd be a target for them, and the Phoenix might didn't have the chance to protect you, although the probability is low."
"It's too bad, that we cannot visit the Empress."
"It's fine. Being near her right now is not a good thing. The Dragon is getting more and more aggressive."
Rurcam walked in and sat down on the main seat. "I am sorry to come late, Aldred. Thank you for coming for dinner."
"How can I refuse your offer? I am sure you will bring me good food."
Rurcam laughed. "I heard your wives are fond of eating, so I tell the chefs to cook extra tonight."
The maids elegantly and efficiently put all the food on the table and set up the cutleries.
Aldred looked at the plate placed in front of him. There was a napkin in the shape of a flower on it. When he unwrapped it, it became a warm, folded napkin.
"Your maids have great skills."
"Thank you for the compliment, my Lord." All the maids bowed.
They began eating and chatting with each other. Lord Rurcam talked about Aldred's day, and he didn't mention anything that happened in bed.
He still didn't know how Rurcam would react to that.
"Father, I have sex with Aldred."
Aldred's spat out his drink.
"Oh, you did? Well, he is the perfect man for your first time."
Aldred coughed a bunch of times as he got choked by his own saliva.
"What's wrong, Aldred? Is my daughter not good in bed?"
"It's not that. I mean she's really good."
"Well, I am glad that you both are happy."
Aldred scratched his head before looking at Mary who also seemed confused, and so did Mira.
They got culture shocked.
To make sure, Aldred decided to ask. "Lord Rurcam. Are you fine with your daughter doing that with me?"
"She's a grown-up. She can do whatever she wants. My time to teach and guide her is over. It's time for her to make a decision for herself, and if she makes a mistake, she only has herself to blame."
"That's kind of a nonchalant way to put it."
"Don't get me wrong. I love my daughter and wanted the best for her. I will help her whenever she needs it. But enough about that. Daughter, tell me how did he do in bed?"
Aldred spat out his drink again. "Can we not talk about that in the dining hall?"
