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Lady Ophelia nodded knowingly, her full bosom rising and falling gently with her breathing. "I understand, darling."

The two quietly left the banquet and headed toward Li Chen's bedchamber along a corridor strewn with rose petals.

Candlelight flickered on either side of the corridor, stretching their shadows long.

This was old Castro's territory too, so he could certainly move about as he pleased.

Yet just as they neared the bedchamber, a flurry of blush-inducing sounds drifted from within.

The voices rose high one moment and turned lilting the next, interspersed with familiar, breathless moans.

"Th-this is..." Old Castro froze. He distinctly recognized the voices of several of his daughters-in-law.

Lady Ophelia blushed as well, her lush lips parting slightly. "Heavens, that's Gwyneth, Sophia, and the others."

The two exchanged looks. Old Castro immediately took his wife by the hand and turned away, hurrying to find their son, who was entertaining the guests.

Old Castro pulled his son into a corner and demanded in a low voice, "Alfred! Where are those wives of yours? Why are they in the Personal Guard's room?"

Alfred initially stared blankly, then realization dawned on his face. "Father, you've misunderstood! The Personal Guard is infusing my wives with Holy Light!"

Old Castro's brows knitted tightly. "Infusing them with Holy Light? What sort of Holy Light needs to be infused in a bedroom?"

Alfred hastily explained, "It's true! Just look at the Martial Arena in the rear courtyard! Last time Gwyneth received Holy Light, she destroyed the entire Martial Arena with a single move!"

He pointed at his still-bandaged chest. "Even I nearly got beaten to death."

Old Castro studied his son skeptically, then looked out the window toward the Martial Arena.

The claim was utterly absurd, but Alfred's earnest expression hardly looked like a lie.

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