บท 6: CH 6. Unexpected

I woke up feeling totally calm and joyful. I turned my head slightly and saw how my penis rested on Maria's face. I looked down to rejoice at the sight of Maria's still naked body.

My penis couldn't help getting erect again. but I shook my head trying to get those ideas out of my mind, I couldn't let myself be carried away by lust and forget the rest.

I got up quickly and changed. I used the last second to tuck Maria in and suck on her heavenly tits, before reluctantly leaving.

It was very late at night and hardly anyone was awake, which is why I was able to quickly get to my room, where I found my mother already asleep in bed. It didn't take me long to get up and get into bed.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I reached into my mother's nightgown and grabbed her big tits.

This formed a smile on my face that I soon fell into the land of dreams.

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The next day, I was awakened by the continual knocking on my room's door, but I didn't know how to get up.

It was my mother who got up and opened the door.

"Lady Olivia, my lord, has ordered young master Maxwell to report to the great lord at once."

Olivia Lucio gave a puzzled look, but after just a second, regardless of my complaints, she dragged me, bathed, and shifted at the fastest possible speed.

I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me; meeting 'my father' was a rare occurrence, and his unexpected summons added an extra layer of uncertainty to the encounter.

it didn't take a second to think about my incredible night yesterday.

Maybe his father found out somehow?

But how?

Waiting…

He is the lord of the castle, it is impossible that he does not know what passes inside it. But if he knew everything, why didn't he execute those two guards? that makes no sense!!

I rubbed my head in frustration. Every time I thought more and more about it, I got more and more nervous. I felt my nervousness creeping up. As I follow after the guard.

When the guiding guard stopped in front of a large double pane wooden door, Max felt his heart stop for a brief moment.

The guard didn't let my condition stabilize and pushed open the big door, opening it wide and showing what was inside.

To my surprise, a scene unfolded before me.

In the distant corner of the room, a congregation had formed — the entirety of his family. Dominating the center was my father, a striking man in his 40s with short platinum blonde hair and an unwavering expression. Surrounding him were his twelve wives, my mother, and Maria, each strategically positioned based on the varying degrees of favoritism my father held for them.

True to form, my mother occupied the far left end, while Maria found her place on his right side, securing the fourth position — a deliberate balance, not too distant, yet not overly close.

In addition to them there were also in the great hall the two old advisers of my father behind him and a Bishop of the Church of the Goddess Razellia the goddess of destruction, curses and misfortune, with two older sxey nuns behind him.

"Maxwell, come here." My father spoke with his characteristic recorded tone, which commanded respect just listening to him.

"Yes sir father." I did not dare to reply and lowering my head walked in his direction.

"There is good." My father spoke again. which made him stop completely in the middle of the room.

"Today is a very important day of your life, Maxwell." my father intoned in a very solemn voice.

I couldn't help but lift my head in confusion. All I could see was that they all shared the same solemn expression and would be, except my mother who was looking at me with great concern.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow as the notion of being exposed crossed my mind. However, my father's subsequent words both shocked me and brought a surprising wave of relief.

"Today marks the assessment of your magical aptitude."

I let out a small sigh of relief, contemplating the situation.

Evidently, inhabitants of this world not only acknowledged the existence of magic but also possessed the ability to discern it.

Despite my five years here, I had harbored doubts about its existence, having never witnessed anyone wielding it. After all magic in a magic society should be used to ease the living conditions after all it could do wonders.

"Please, Counsellor Gramn." My father waved his hand disdainfully and one of the two elders behind him stepped forward and walked in my direction.

Once he was in front of me, he pulled a dagger from his hip and against my will, he took my hand and slashed hard. Something that made me grit my teeth in pain, as I held my wrist and looked at the large, deep wound on my hand.

I couldn't help but throw a resentful look at the old man, to which he responded with a look of disdain.

But no one in the room paid attention to his interaction, rather everyone was totally focused on the great stream of blood that dripped from my hand.

The blood fell on the ground and as if by magic, it began to move by itself and form very cryptic and indecipherable patterns.

The blood made a variety of signs on the ground and gathered again in one place, which moments later began to float a few meters from the ground, visible to all, including the aching me who had stopped concentrating on my wound and looked at the fascinating scene.

The large drop of blood began to rotate rapidly and within seconds its color had completely changed, from a dark red to a deep blue, but before I could ask what it meant, there was a loud rumble before crush.

"Rumble"

"BOOOOOOMMM !!!"

The small windows made of stained glass that adorned the great hall were smashed, at the same time that several of the women in the room jumped in fright.

Contrary to the reactions of the women in the room. My father, along with the other men, wore excited looks. My father in particular wore a weird big smile on his face.