“Your injuries are getting worse, Master… Should I get some holy medicine from the secret chamber for you…?” asked Fifth Mistress.

“Do you think you can just waltz in there?!” retorted Freyr.

“I-I’m sorry…! I was so worried that I ended up forgetting the rules…!” whimpered the trembling Fifth Mistress.

“…Bah! Forget it! You’re just being concerned for me, so I don’t blame you. That aside, the holy medicine made by Master Trilight is really potent… I just took it yesterday, so if I take it again today, I’ll surely explode!” explained Freyr while shaking his head.

“That aside, I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that the secret chamber holds our family’s greatest secret. With that said, if you bring this up again, don’t blame me for punishing you according to our family’s rules! Either way, you can all leave now. I have something to discuss with the young mistresses later,” scoffed Freyer as he waved his hand.

“Very well,” replied all three of them—including Gerald—as they exit