"Three months. Has that bastard Derrick lost his mind?" Niusida rested his head on a pair of long, slender thighs, chewing freshly peeled blood-eye grapes as he muttered indistinctly.
Something was wrong. Derrick might not have been particularly strong, but he had always been reliable. His monthly tribute had never stopped.
Now three months had passed without so much as a message. There was probably trouble in the Kodesen Mountains.
Niusida looked toward the Kodesen Mountains, his fingers tapping his knee twice without thinking.
He sat up. The woman attending him tried to move closer, draping her soft arm over his shoulder.
Already irritated, Niusida struck her with a backhanded slap. Without even using Divine Power, his physical strength alone sent her flying into a pillar. Her head lolled to one side, and she fell silent.
"Someone get me another woman. I need to blow off some steam," he shouted toward the door. He made an effort to calm himself, then glanced down at the corpse, which was still twitching slightly, and frowned.
I hit too hard. But it did not matter. At a brothel like this, a few deaths among people who were not even Deities were perfectly normal.
The attendant waiting outside immediately pushed the door open and briskly cleaned away the corpse and blood.
Before long, another woman entered. A pair of small horns grew from her head, and a long, slender tail swayed unconsciously behind her. She was a Middle God, dressed in a gauzy skirt so thin it barely covered anything. Barefoot on the carpet, she approached Niusida slowly, every step deliberately seductive.
"My lord, let me attend to you." Her voice was soft and sweet, her eyes alluring.
Niusida was pleased. He pulled the woman into his arms and headed for the large bed