Lord Amethyst raised his gaze toward the suite's ceiling, peering through layers of space at the divine manifestation hovering over the imperial capital's skies. His ancient eyes swept over Isabella's figure, taking in the sacred radiance emanating from her naked body.
"I see... she is a Saint Eye Maiden," murmured Lord Amethyst with an envious click of his tongue. "Tsk, my descendant sure is lucky. I always wanted to fuck one... I wonder if, should I ask politely, he'd lend me his woman for a bit..."
POW!
Before he could even finish the sentence, Crul materialized in her small fairy form and landed a punch straight across the spiritual avatar's cheek.
"Stop talking nonsense!" barked Crul, her face red with frustration. "I can't stop them from pinpointing their location if that damned vision remains open toward the higher realms!"
The old ancestor rubbed his cheek with a dramatic wince, but upon sensing the gravity in Crul's voice, his demeanor instantly turned stern.
