The Red Dragon Duchess stayed in Soren's room for a long time before coming out.
When she stepped out, her clothes were visibly rumpled, and a flush lingered on her cheeks. Part of it stemmed from minor clashes over the terms of their cooperation, while the rest traced back to the lingering excitement brought on by Soren thoroughly subduing a former rival. The Red Dragon Duchess was a remarkably clever woman who knew how to leverage her strengths and advantages. She understood even better that she herself was a potent bargaining chip, capable of trading for greater benefits when necessary. Consequently, she served Soren well during the hours that followed, ensuring he fully appreciated the differences between a dragonblooded sorcerer and an ordinary person—differences that extended beyond mere body temperature to unique physiological constructs.
Evil deities were never bound by morality.
The moment the Red Dragon Duchess left, Soren's expression turned glacial. With a slight flick of his wrist, a dark shadow materialized outside the room, and he said in a deep voice, "Have someone tail her in secret, and keep an eye on the Duchy of Rosado."
The women of this world would never pledge absolute loyalty to someone over a single bout of pleasure.
Everything he had just enjoyed was, to Soren, nothing more than a trivial seasoning. The time he could linger in the mortal realm was running short; once the Time of Troubles ended, he would have to return to God's Realm, and the difficulty of descending once more would increase exponentially. Soren could distinctly sense that the Red Dragon Duchess had not truly submitted to him. She was merely making a desperate gamble for her own interests. She wished neither to plunge into Baator nor to enter Soren's God's Realm. Dragonblooded sorcerers possessed exceptionally long