42 Surprise Visi (1/2)

Thanks to the Flame Mark's manipulations, what awaited them in the main hall was the sight of Iliana who had just begun pulling her father into stories of what she'd experienced in the inner court. Wolfgang who had not been able to take care of his daughter for a decade, listened to her with rapt attention while sighing at various moments due to emotion.

It was in one of those sighs that alongside Konrad, Zamira walked into the hall. Instantaneously, Wolfgang's eyes locked on her while Iliana concealed her surprise at seeing the two return so quickly. Did her mother manage to handle Konrad's worrying condition with such ease?

”Aaah, my lady, quick, quick. You must listen to the tales of our daughter. Surely, they will make you want to pamper her more in the future.”

He chortled, half serious, half looking for a random excuse to pull her by the hand and bring her to his side. However, as he stepped toward her, he spotted an unsteadiness in her gait that caused a mixture of confusion and concern to flash within his eyes.

”Since when did Transcendent Knights fail to walk straight? What's wrong with her?”

Although she concealed it well enough to deceive most with her bearing, as a Semi-Saint, Wolfgang's eyes were too sharp to not spot the small inconsistencies in her footsteps. It was almost as if there was something between her thighs, a soreness that caused her to slightly lose balance at various intervals of time.

All credits to Konrad's pounding, and knowing she could not hide her weakness from Wolfgang's sight, Zamira opted for a low approach.

As he stepped toward her, she leaned against his chest in a subtle but sudden move that caught Wolfgang off-guard.

”It seems I didn't have enough last night…it wants...more.”

That whisper electrified the Kracht Count and brought a broad smile on his lips.

”Hahaha, then more I shall give!”

He yelled without constraint, not knowing that as he held his lady by the waist, there was a drizzle of cum trickling down her thigh.

The scene caused Konrad who stepped aside and walked toward Iliana to display an impish smile.

A smile Iliana found problematic.

”Why are you smiling like that? Still up to mischief?”

”Me? Oh no, I've done enough for the day, no further mischief intended. If you need to blame something, blame your beauty for smiting me, and causing illicit thoughts to leap within my mind.”

He teased, pulling her against him by the waist, and pressing his forehead against hers while placing a soft kiss on top of her nose.

”Unruly rake…”

Still, she didn't escape his grasp; instead, she pressed herself tighter against him and warped her arms around his back.

That affectionate scene quickly grasped the attention of the household who looked at the pair's display with mixed feelings.

Wolfgang's mood went from heaven to hell in a heartbeat, enormous red veins popping from his forehead.

”Even in my presence, that lecherous boy can't restrain himself? Good, very good, today, I must teach him a hard lesson and remind him of I, his father-in-law's might!”

But then Zamira's warning resurfaced and caused him to bite his lower lip in frustration.

”First, I must pull him away from prying eyes!”

A twenty-first-century migrator, Konrad didn't find anything wrong with their show. In fact, he believed he was showing great restraint. However, they were breaking every rule of propriety set by the high nobility and the church.

Nobility courtship had precise rules, rules he'd been stepping on since his arrival. Thus, many of the male Kracht nobles were displeased. As for the females, they tried to make a show of indifference, while secreting yearning for such brazen romance.

”Hum, hum!”

Wolfgang loudly cleared his throat to grab the pair's attention.

”Konrad, since you will represent house Kracht in the upcoming competition, there are some things you need to learn to prepare accordingly. Follow me to my personal study so that I can teach you all there is to know about this competition and your potential opponents. No one is to disturb us!”

Without waiting for his approval, Wolfgang began leading the way toward his study, and poor Konrad who truly wished to learn more about the competition to maximize his chances, followed him without a second thought, not knowing what was waiting for him.

As soon as they walked past the door, Wolfgang lifted his right hand, causing a surge of spiritual energy to slam the door shut, and released a holy force field that suppressed Konrad's cultivation and blocked all noise within the study!

”Damn philanderer! Today, in the name of both our ancestors, I must teach you a lesson!”

He roared, rolled up his sleeves and walked toward Konrad at a slow, threatening pace.

”Wait, wait, weren't we supposed to talk about the competition? What's wrong with you?”

”There will be time to talk about the competition after I beat you black and blue.”