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Chapter 1888 Junior
However, their existence would have to be enough for now. "And when will I meet these Higher Existences, exactly?" Though his words were cool, it was clear he was unsatisfied. They sent a child to meet with him instead of coming personally? Wasn't this just slapping his face? "Well, you can meet one of them right now, if you so choose. But do you truly care?" Eldaernth had to admit, he really didn't. Maybe others would care for this matter of face, but he wouldn't. All he cared about was strength, and even if it was only because of his powerful soul, Dyon was worthy of speaking with him at the very least. Those… secrets he exposed were enough to prove this fact. "Good." Dyon nodded. "That should conclude things, don't you think? We only have to sign a soul contract and that will be all." Dyon's words confirmed Eldaernth's thoughts exactly. This youth truly did have a freakish soul if his Sacharro Clan dared to allow him to sign this contract with him. "That's not a problem, but I have a condition of my own." "Oh?" Dyon raised an eyebrow. "No alliance is complete without marriage." Dyon suddenly felt a headache coming along. "Ai, I don't want to talk about it." Dyon lay his head on Madeleine's soft thighs. She played with his hair, a light smile on her face. A slight fragrant scent filled the room. Judging by the glow of Madeleine's skin and the exposed sight of her heart stopping breasts, it was obvious what had just happened. "You must be making this up." Clara's voice chimed in. "There's no way you said no to adding another beauty to your treasure box." Clara lay comfortably on their bed, seemingly reading a book on a tablet of some sort. Her crossed legs hid the gorgeous sight between her thighs, and the screen hid the gentle curved slopes of her chest, but in some ways, this alone was even more alluring. "It's really true." Dyon said, feeling aggrieved. "What kind of father passes their daughter around like a hot potato. Lilith is already betrothed to Sokzac. On top of that, if he nullifies their marriage, it will thoroughly offend his Clan. He's already losing the support of the Mathilde Clan, can he really afford to lose the support of another fifth of his strength?" "This alliance is more important, though." Madeleine said with a light smile. "There's little I hate more than arranged marriages. Still, I told him that if he wanted to insist on a marriage alliance, as long as Lilith agrees, she can marry Junior. That rabid boy will screw anything." "I wonder where he gets that from…" Clara's voice drifted over again. Dyon's grievances only seemed to grow with Junior growing up. In all his life, Dyon had only ever shared a bed with women he loved. Of course, the singular exception was when a woman who turned out to be a Higher Existence essentially took him against his will. But even that woman turned out to be Jade in the end. How he received this label of pervert was beyond him. Truly too unfair. Junior, however, was a wild untamed stallion. Through their connection, Dyon was well aware that his little brother's virginity was nothing but a figment of one's imagination now. He had gotten rid of it the moment he could. The only reason Dyon hadn't reprimanded him about this was because he still had some boundaries. Well… the reason was actually twofold. Firstly, Junior at least wasn't running around ruining young women. To now, Dyon didn't think he had ever bedded a single virgin. Many of them were experienced women who wanted to spend time with a handsome young man. Dyon didn't find any problem with that. And secondly, Dyon had a feeling that Junior's feelings weren't so simple… On one hand, he seemed like his own person. But on another… Dyon could tell that it was much more complicated than this. For example, Junior's love for Little Alauna was pure and true. He truly treated her like she was also his daughter. Still, this was only one example. Dyon had a feeling there was much more he was hiding… What if Junior not only shared Dyon's feelings for his daughter, but also that of his wives as well?
How would it feel if you felt love for a woman you know you could never have? Maybe this was what Junior was experiencing everyday whenever he laid eyes on any one of Ri, Madeleine, Amphorae or Clara. If this was true, then Dyon could only turn a blind eye. The matters surrounding Junior had become more complicated than he had the maturity to deal with. He could only let Junior vent as he saw fit. That said, there were four women in particular that Dyon knew Junior had true feelings for aside from his wives. This was obviously easy for him to tell through their connection. Mia. Bella. Saru. And… Lilith.
Whether he would succeed with any of them, Dyon had no idea. But why not help his little brother out where he could?
If Lilith agreed, then maybe the unease in Junior's heart would settle down. Maybe if he had a woman he could truly share his burdens with, things would become better. In the end, it was because of Dyon's own lack of foresight that he created Junior. Had he known that matters would become so complicated, he would have chosen to give the opportunity up, even if it meant losing out on Junior's strength. Unfortunately, what was done was done, Dyon could only do his best now. "Definitely not me." Dyon said righteously, throwing these complicated matters to the back of his mind. He crawled up from Madeleine's lap, taking Clara's tablet and tossing it across the room. "Hey! I was reading th--." Her words were cut off by Dyon's lips. The room's fragrant scent began to slowly grow once more.