CHAPTER 213: LADY PENNY TATE ARRIVES...

...When Queen Eli entered the room, it was a mess.

Caren was spent, ass still arched towards the sky and licking Eros’s milk.

Shade, her daughter was getting ploughed, legs spread in the air in a ’V’.

Amanda had not been left out too. Eros’s fist was fingerings her insides by his right. The room smelled of yang and yin energy.

This was the exact reason she did not want Penny to be the one to inform Eros about their guests.

After all, Eros was... Eros.

But then watching her daughter, with that veiny shaft dig into her made her bite her lower lip.

’I haven’t had him in a long time. Maybe just a quickie.’ She told herself as her gown fell her shoulder and she morphed into her Medusa–snake form.

Her length extended. As the Medusa queen, she was huger and thicker than all other snake women.

She literally filled half the room. Her giant three breasts hanging like rice melons from her chest.

She enjoyed this form more specifically because she was at her most vulnerable. And Eros always increased the size of his member to please her.

Basically, she was getting the full package. Or rather —His ’Full Package’.

Eros sighted her from a corner of his eyes, and the side of his lips covered in to a smile.

...

Meanwhile, Penny was about to receive the guests...

The moonlight washed silver over the outer terraces of Snake Mountain as Penny stepped forward, her back straight despite the nervous flutter in her chest. Ahead, the border guards—hundreds of Medusa and Naga women in their full serpent forms—held the line with cold, disciplined focus. Their scaled tails coiled on the rocky ground, their spears angled downward in a warning that needed no words.

And beyond them...

An army waited.

A small army, perhaps, but one so polished and rare that its value alone could buy a province.

They sat mounted upon Soul Beasts—creatures Penny had only ever read about in old noble registers. Their bodies resembled massive mountain lions fused with the slender height of warhorses. Their crystalline fur caught the moonlight and refracted it, making them glow like beasts sculpted from starlight. The air around them thrummed faintly, a sign of their awakened souls, their bodies built not just of flesh but spiritual resonance.

There were a hundred of them.

A single beast cost more than a baron’s estate.

A hundred meant only one kind of family could possibly be here.

The soldiers riding them wore the same brilliance: enchanted Blessed Steel armor, lacquered in shimmering blue. Rumor said this metal could reflect ninety percent of an attack back at its caster—even magic from a high rank cultivator.

Expensive.

Legendary.

Noble.

Yet despite their grandeur, the soldiers stared back at the border guards with barely concealed discomfort.

"Primitive," one whispered.

"Barbaric gear," another muttered.

But their expressions shifted when they actually looked—really looked—at the simple-seeming weapons and armors the Medusas and Nagas carried.

Leather armor that looked rough and tribal... but glowed with faint runes.

Spears carved with ancient sigils... humming with restrained killing intent.

Epic grade.

Every single one of them.

The realization was a blow to morale. One soldier even looked at his chest and shook his head in pity.

One strike from any of those spears would pierce their Blessed Steel like paper.

And those were just the border guards.

No one in the Grand Duchy’s delegation dared step forward.

At the forefront, Sir William sat atop his beast with a deep furrow carved into his brows. An older man, a butler, sat close to him.

He was a seasoned man—grey streaking his beard, shoulders broad from a lifetime of wielding command despite his station—but even he seemed caught off guard.

He murmured under his breath, more to himself than anyone else:

"...These are border sentries? Eros Tate... what in the world has a mere baron built here?"

He tugged at his gloves, his mind racing.

He had expected a Baron’s camp.

Not a fortress.

Not elite guards armed better than royal generals.

Not greeting snake-warriors wielding Epic-grade weapons.

And certainly not the atmosphere of a hidden power that had been quietly sleeping... until now.

The old butler that all obviously respected turned to Sir William, "Young master, ate you sure this is the right place? Last i checked, the Medusas and Nagas were tough, but not to this extent. And neither were they this peaceful. In fact, they enmity between tribes coupled with their in ability to leave their forest is the reason the kingdom had always let them be."

Sir William could only shake his head. How was he to explain to this loyal butler of his Grand Duchy family that even he did not know they were going to face such people.

He had assumed that the 100 men he brought with their equipment and soil beasts would show power and significant intimidation.

What a lousy joke that was.

But even he had his thoughts running wild.

Sir William had done his own investigation on this mysterious Baron.

A few months ago, the Tate estate had been nearly bankrupt. Eros Tate was rumored to be dead. The investigation of his spy network double checked and had confirmed the family’s decline. But now...

Now Eros commanded forces that should only belong to someone on the level of a Kingdom Pillar.

How?

How did a Baron rise this far, this fast?

His jaw clenched as he stared at the trees waiting for the host to emerge.

Has the Tate family been hiding their power for many years in secret?

Because such a might should have made the royal family cautious.

No doubt, there was going to be more.

Something was happening in this mountain—something dangerous, something powerful—and whatever it was,

they were already standing inside its jaws.

Sir William could not wait. But what he saw next made his jaw drop.

His eyes could not peel from the beauty of a woman that approached. As if on sight, his heart beat in sync with every gentle step she took in approach.

Lady Penny Tate had arrived...