Blue spirit light flared beneath the chariot wheels as the four slime-headed horses tore through the high air currents. Crystal windows hummed against the rushing wind. Inside the cabin, Levi kept Lucy seated firmly on his lap, one arm locked around her waist while his free hand stroked the outer curve of her thigh.
Lucy’s snake eyes stayed half-lidded. Her heavy chest rose and fell against his. Soft heat radiated from her skin where the revival had left faint golden traces. She shifted once, grinding her hips down against the thick bulge under his black robe.
"Master..." her voice stayed low. "You really brought me back."
Levi’s fingers slid higher, pressing into the soft flesh just below her hip. "I don’t leave my people behind."
Across from them, Isha sat with her slimy thighs pressed together. Short blue hair framed her flushed face. Reverend Mother Superior remained silent beside her, torn white gown still open enough to show the deep valley of her heavy bust. Both women kept their gazes lowered, the golden mark of the Sovereign Domain pulsing faintly on their skin.
Nima’s voice drifted from the driver’s bench. "Master, we are approaching the northern boundary. The Serakel Queen’s territory begins beyond the black stone ridge."
Levi’s brown eyes narrowed. The translucent panel flickered once in front of him.
[Territory Detected: Northern Convent of the Second Ranked Witch]
[Designation: Serakel, Queen of the North]
[Power Ranking: Superior to the Slime Goddess & Reverend Mother Superior]
[Caution: Domain of Absolute Stillness active]
He smirked. ’Good. Let’s see how still she stays once I walk in.’
The chariot dipped. Blue light dimmed as the horses slowed. Black stone peaks rose ahead, sharp against the dark crystal sky. A single wide road of polished obsidian led toward a fortress of white bone and living crystal. Tall towers pulsed with cold white fire. No wind moved the banners. No sound carried from the walls.
Lucy tensed on his lap. "That place feels wrong."
"Everything in this land feels wrong until I claim it," Levi answered. He gave her thigh one final squeeze, then lifted her off his lap and set her beside him. "Stay close."
The chariot touched down on the black stone road. Nima hopped down first and opened the crystal door. Isha stepped out, followed by the Reverend Mother Superior. Levi exited last, boots landing with a soft thud. The air here was thick and cold, pressing against his skin like wet silk.
A line of twelve demon nuns in pure white habits stood at the fortress gate. Their faces remained hidden behind smooth porcelain masks. Each held a long silver staff tipped with a living eye. None of them moved when the group approached.
Isha cleared her throat. "We seek audience with the Queen of the North. I am the Fourth Witch. This is—"
One of the masked nuns raised her staff. The eye at its tip rotated and locked onto Levi.
"The human stays outside," the nun said. Her voice carried no emotion.
Levi laughed once. "I don’t stay outside."
He walked forward. The Sovereign Sigil on his chest flared gold. The twelve staffs snapped upward in perfect unison, eyes glowing bright.
[Expending 2,000 Aether]
[Sovereign Domain: Rule of the Unrated – Outer Layer Deployed]
A thin golden film expanded from Levi’s body and washed over the gate. The twelve nuns staggered as if struck by an invisible wave. Porcelain masks cracked. Several dropped to one knee, staffs clattering against the stone.
The lead nun forced herself upright. "You... carry the mark of a Sovereign. Impossible. No male has ever—"
"Then today is a first," Levi cut in. He stepped past her without slowing. "Open the gate or I will walk through the wall."
Reverend Mother Superior moved to his side. "Do as he says. He is the master of this land now."
The lead nun’s shoulders shook once. She slammed the base of her staff against the ground. The massive bone-and-crystal gates groaned open.
Inside, the courtyard was silent. White crystal trees stood frozen mid-sway. Pools of still water reflected the dark sky without a single ripple. Demon nuns in white habits moved along the paths like living statues, their steps making no sound.
At the far end of the courtyard rose the main hall of living bone. Twin doors of polished black ivory stood open. A soft white light spilled from within.
Levi walked straight toward it. Lucy stayed half a step behind his right shoulder. Isha and the Reverend Mother Superior followed in silence. Nima remained with the chariot, eyes wide.
The moment Levi crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped further. The hall stretched long and high. White pillars of fused bone rose to a ceiling of swirling crystal. At the far end, on a throne of pure ice and living silver, sat the Queen of the North.
Serakel.
Long silver-white hair fell past her waist in perfect stillness. Her skin was pale as fresh snow. She wore a gown of translucent white crystal that clung to every curve: full breasts held high by a silver lattice, narrow waist, wide hips, and thick thighs crossed at the knee. A third eye of pure white light rested closed on her forehead. Her expression remained empty.
She opened her eyes when Levi stopped ten paces from the throne. Both regular eyes and the third eye focused on him at once.
"Isha," she said. Her voice was soft and cold. "You brought a male into my hall."
Isha dropped to one knee. "Sister... he is not ordinary."
Serakel’s gaze never left Levi. "No male is ordinary until he dies. This one will die faster than most."
Levi’s cock twitched under the black robe. He smiled. "You talk a lot for someone who hasn’t moved yet."
The third eye opened fully. White light flooded the hall.
[Target: Serakel, Queen of the North]
[Attraction: Absolute Stillness]
[Desire Level: 0%]
[Warning: Domain of Absolute Stillness is active. All motion and sound within range can be frozen]
Levi felt the pressure slam into him. His limbs grew heavy. The air itself tried to lock his joints in place. Lucy gasped behind him as the same force pressed down on her.
The Sovereign Sigil burned.
[Expending 5,000 Aether]
[Sovereign Domain: Counter-Stillness]
Gold light erupted from Levi’s chest and pushed outward. The white pressure cracked like thin ice. Levi took one deliberate step forward. Then another.
Serakel’s third eye flickered. "Interesting."
"You’re not the first witch who thought she could freeze me," Levi said. He kept walking. "You’re just the next one who will kneel."
Serakel rose from the throne in a single smooth motion. The crystal gown shifted around her body, revealing the soft undersides of her heavy breasts and the smooth line of her stomach. She raised one hand. White chains of pure stillness formed in the air and shot toward Levi.
He did not dodge. The golden barrier of the Sovereign Domain met the chains mid-air. They shattered into harmless sparks.
Levi closed the final distance. He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that the cold radiating from her skin mixed with the heat of his body.
"You have two choices," he said, voice low. "Submit now and keep your pride mostly intact... or force me to break you the long way."
Serakel’s lips parted. For the first time a faint color touched her pale cheeks. The third eye remained locked on him.
[Target: Serakel]
[Desire Level: 0% → 8%]
[Note: Pride fracture detected]
Lucy stepped up beside Levi, snake eyes narrowed. "Master, she is stronger than the others."
"I know." Levi reached out and brushed a single strand of silver-white hair from Serakel’s cheek. The contact made her flinch. "That’s why she will feel it deeper when she breaks."
Serakel’s hand shot up and caught his wrist. Her grip was iron. "Touch me again and I will stop your heart."
Levi leaned closer until his breath touched her ear. "You already tried. It didn’t work."
He turned his wrist and broke her grip with a surge of Aether. Then he pushed her back against the throne. The crystal gown scraped against the ice. Her full breasts rose and fell faster now.
Isha and the Reverend Mother Superior remained kneeling at the entrance of the hall, watching in silence.
Levi placed one hand on the arm of the throne and leaned over Serakel. "Your domain of stillness is finished. From this moment the only stillness in this fortress will be the kind I allow."
The Sovereign Sigil flared again.
[Expending 8,000 Aether]
[Initializing Sovereign Claim: Northern Convent]
Golden light flooded the hall. White crystal trees outside the windows cracked. The frozen pools began to ripple. Demon nuns throughout the fortress dropped to their knees as the new mark burned into their souls.
Serakel’s third eye flickered wildly. Her breathing turned sharp. The crystal gown trembled against her body.
[Target: Serakel]
[Desire Level: 8% → 21%]
[Status: Domain Authority transferring]
Levi smiled down at her. "Kneel."
For three full heartbeats she remained seated. Then, slowly, the Queen of the North slid from the throne and settled onto her knees before him. Her heavy breasts pressed against the translucent fabric. Silver-white hair spilled over her shoulders. The third eye dimmed to a soft glow.
"Master," she whispered. The word sounded foreign on her tongue.
Levi looked down at the kneeling queen, then at the two goddesses still on their knees at the far end of the hall, then at Lucy standing proud at his side.
He reached down and cupped Serakel’s chin, tilting her face upward.
"Good girl," he said. "Now tell me everything about the remaining witches. And after that... we celebrate properly."
Outside the fortress, the black stone road remained silent. Inside, the northern convent had already begun to change ownership.