At dawn, faint light slipped through the gap in the curtains and spilled into the bedroom, its warmth falling directly on Louis's newly opened eyes.
He instinctively turned his head and felt a familiar warmth in his arms-it was Sif.
Her short, silvery-white hair lay tousled against his chest. Her small face nestled against him, a satisfied smile on her lips as she slept soundly.
Emily had originally been supposed to join him in making an heir last night.
But her period had arrived these past few days, leaving her utterly exhausted, so Sif had thoughtfully "covered her shift" and slipped into his bed as a matter of course.
Although it was technically a "harem," Sif and Emily got along surprisingly well.
There was no hostility, no tension simmering beneath the surface. Instead, they were more like pillars at his left and right, each holding to her own position and principles.
Recently, he had been busy tracking down the Brood Hives and had inevitably neglected administrative affairs somewhat. Yet, to his surprise:
Sif and Emily had both managed everything with remarkable efficiency.
The former was calm and reserved, precise in her paperwork; the latter came from a distinguished family and possessed formidable diplomatic skills.
It was as though they had willingly divided the gaps Louis left behind between them, each preserving the territory's order in her own way.
"You really are so dependable." He chuckled and reached out to tuck the slipped edge of the blanket around Sif.
Next came the most eagerly anticipated moment of each day.
Louis lightly swept his right hand through the air.
With a faint vibration, a translucent screen of light slowly unfolded before him.
``` [Daily intelligence update complete.]
[1: Vale has successfully broken through, advancing to mid-tier Elite Knight.]
[2: Following the destruction