The Princess and The Queen Want me as their personal Slave?

Days passed again, and at last, Lucy completed the reconstruction of all the walls. The entire perimeter was now reinforced—stronger, sturdier, and more resilient than any ordinary fortress. The once-broken boundaries now stood proud and unyielding, as if to say no threat would ever breach them again.

Finally free from the endless repairs and construction, Lucy called out to me. I sighed quietly, already expecting her to cling to me like she always did—wrapping herself around me like some oversized cat who refused to let go of her favorite toy.

But this time... she surprised me.

"We're going to the Song Kingdom," she announced, her tone uncharacteristically serious. "We need to establish diplomatic relations there."

I blinked, taken aback. "The Song Kingdom? That's the first time I've heard of that name," I admitted, tilting my head.

She nodded as if she'd anticipated my curiosity. "Like the name suggests—it's a kingdom known for music and sound-based Spell. Do you remember Aira? The red-haired girl who saved us from the zombie horde?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. Her Spell was truly astonishing"

Lucy's eyes lit up. "Exactly. She uses one of the Song Kingdom's spells—so powerful it can shift the entire rhythm of a battlefield. Even the undead hesitate when they hear her melody. That's how potent their arcane arts are."

"Huh," I muttered. "Interesting. When are we leaving?"

"Tomorrow," she replied with a satisfied smile. "My two sisters already left. They're working on establishing ties with other nearby kingdoms. It's our turn now."

I gave a short nod, expecting the conversation to end there.