Chapter 199: Nobles
The scent of sex still hung faintly in the domed chamber when Allen stepped out into the corridor, buttoning the last clasp on his coat. Fina and Rinni followed behind him, Velka left slumped against the marble wall inside, her dress pooled around her hips, glassy-eyed and trembling, whispering filthy words to no one.
But Allen didn’t look back.
The corridors of the palace were quieter now—too quiet. Word was spreading. It wasn’t just rumors anymore. What he did in the council hall was spectacle. What he did to the temple priestesses was heresy. But Velka? That was the crack in the dam. She had been untouchable. And now her lipstick was smudged with cum and shame.
Whispers danced along every hallway Allen passed through. Maids peeking out from behind curtains, guards gripping their weapons tighter—not to fight, but to resist. He could see it in their eyes. Curiosity fighting discipline. Their hearts pounding louder than their boots.
"Think they’ll throw another knight at us?" Rinni asked with a skip in her step.
Fina grinned. "Let them. Allen’s balls haven’t been drained nearly enough today."
"I could help with that," Rinni said, fluttering her lashes with mock innocence.
"Ladies," Allen said with a smirk, "control yourselves. We’ve got company."
Down the next corridor, Lord Helvar Rhelgar was waiting.
Broad-shouldered, draped in a red and gold robe stitched with power and ego, the man radiated aristocratic disgust. His long gray hair was slicked back like he’d drowned it in oil, and his bejeweled fingers tapped a cane he clearly didn’t need.
"You think seducing a half-withered noble makes you a threat?" Helvar sneered, voice echoing too loud. "You think turning that frostbitten bitch into your whore means you’ve earned respect?"
Allen didn’t stop walking until he was face to face with him.