The whole thing was rather amusing. When Sui Xiong brought Wei Xiake to the viscount's residence on the north side of Samat Manor, they happened to catch the viscount engaged in the important work of propagating life with a young maiden. The two were locked in a blazing battle atop the throne in the great hall. Viscount Samat truly deserved his reputation as a hero who had made his name through military merit—his stamina was formidable indeed. He changed positions five or six times in one go without the slightest intention of resting, making Sui Xiong thankful he had not brought Steel along. Otherwise, things might have become rather awkward.
Sui Xiong was an upright and kind-hearted person, of course, and would not disturb others while they were doing such things. Wei Xiake was already staring blankly, utterly unable to imagine what he ought to do. So the two of them silently watched from the doorway for nearly an hour, watching the viscount with his upright, multicolored hair exert every trick he had, until he wore out the maiden—whose affection rating toward him was surely above ninety—so thoroughly that she fell into a deep sleep. Only then did they walk up to the throne.
"Hello," Sui Xiong said. "Sorry to interrupt. I have something to discuss with you."
Viscount Samat was clearly not satisfied yet, but his companion was already asleep, and he could hardly keep going by himself. His face was full of the expression, I'm in a bad mood, so don't talk to me. The moment he saw Sui Xiong, he pulled a blade from beside the throne and slashed straight at him.
Uh, perhaps he merely felt embarrassed. After all, he was naked at the moment.
By the way, although his stamina was excellent, the size of