480,

"Hehehe~"

Cyclone leaped onto the bed, launching a direct attack, enjoying a round of the knight's feast.

The bed was filled with a strong fragrance, the scent of a beautiful woman filling the entire room.

Unconsciously, Cyclone's strength gradually recovered, and the awakening holy sword was eager to be unsheathed.

Just at that moment, as a man, when he was about to draw the holy sword, the sudden sound of something hard hitting the ground came.

With a simple sound, something had appeared on the battlefield.

Startled, Cyclone retracted the holy sword, falling silent for a moment.

"…"

Under the guise of rescue, indulgence was enacted.

Cyclone knew this and felt naturally guilty.

However, after a while, there were no more sounds coming from behind the wall.

Cyclone continued in silence.

"…"

Initially, this could have been ignored, but during a great battle, Cyclone hoped to focus entirely on the fight, only then could he live up to his opponent and his wife.

So, Cyclone decided to put his clothes back on and quietly return.

After peeking several times, Cyclone did not see anything special, except for Alexander on the ground.

Before going to sleep, he still held the huge sword in his hand, striking a handsome pose of kneeling to the death.

But the story was just a story, and the hero was just a person after all.

As one fell asleep, the body relaxed completely, and eventually Alexander's great sword could only meet the fate of falling to the ground.

However, after this incident, Cyclone felt uneasy.

A century-old battle was about to begin, how could he let such a trivial matter affect his performance?

To ensure no more noise, Cyclone rolled up his sleeves and said,

"All right! I am about to engage in a great battle, so all of you stay quiet here!"

As Cyclone walked away, he put his mask back on.

"Good!"

Then, Cyclone dragged Alexander's great sword, planning to throw the thing out of the room.

"…"

At that moment, Cyclone was left speechless.

When he picked up the huge sword, he actually saw a ghost-like presence from the crack, and Hilmirya downstairs had stood up.

"Where is this…"

At that moment, Cyclone did not think anything, and his body moved faster than his brain.

Cyclone immediately ran downstairs, picking up a cup on the way.

After entering the room, he casually poured the water containing a sedative into Hilmirya's mouth.

"Here you go, be careful~"

"Tha… thank you…"

As Hilmirya woke up, Cyclone made her sleep again.

"Really, you don't have to do this even if you want me dead!!"

Cyclone supported Hilmirya, looking closely at her now thinner figure.

"No no no! This woman almost cut through my holy sword! Too, too…"

As he looked, Cyclone's gaze shifted downwards.

"Too, too dangerous…"

His gaze focused on Hilmirya's huge breasts, and Cyclone stared at the sizable chest in front of him.

"Mmm~ As a swordsman, I definitely can't give up so easily!"

Thus, Cyclone supported Hilmirya and brought another woman to bed.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Six wives, you all wait, husband will be back soon~"

Leaving Hilmirya behind, Cyclone returned to the battlefield.

Anything that could make noise, Cyclone threw out the window.

Heavy objects were kicked away by Cyclone.

Next, Cyclone dispersed the people on the ground, ensuring they wouldn't create unnecessary noise due to uncomfortable sleeping positions.

After some time, Cyclone finally tidied everything up.

Just as he was about to check for any missed details, Cyclone looked at all the sleeping people.

"…"

Thinking to himself, since things had developed this way, one more wouldn't hurt, one less wouldn't matter.

Why not see if there were any suitable candidates to join his group of wives.

And so, Cyclone walked over to Eumerika and gave her a pat.

"Fake."

Saying that, Cyclone kicked Eumerika away, making her roll to the wall.

Next, Cyclone approached the heathen woman.

He helped her up, and as he reached out his hand, Cyclone just smiled softly.

After the smile, he casually tossed her aside.

But in that turning moment, Cyclone spotted someone.

Someone Cyclone had not seen from the beginning to end.

A girl hidden in a corner, sleeping like a dead person.

Cyclone approached to take a closer look.

"…"

He reached out a hand again.

"…not here."

Finally, Cyclone arrived at Sophiel's side, giving her chest a squeeze.

"Oh, finally someone decent~"

After touching her, Cyclone played with her a bit longer.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Chest not up to standard~ needs a few more years of practice~ but..."

Cyclone gazed at Sophiel's sleeping face, finding her more beautiful the longer he looked.

"Although your skills are not up to par yet~ but today I'm in a good mood~ so I'll let you join in for a bit~"

After a sly smile, Cyclone picked up Sophiel and brought her to his bed.

After laying down Sophiel, Cyclone, still wearing a mask, finally ran out of energy.

"I… can't… anymore… need to… rest for a bit…"

With his energy depleted, Cyclone relaxed a bit and unknowingly fell asleep.

When Cyclone opened his eyes again, time had passed irreversibly.

"Oh no!! Where are my wives..."

Cyclone looked up and saw seven beauties sleeping on the bed, and he sighed.

Still in bed, Cyclone glanced outside the window, the sky was still dark.

"Phew~ seems like I only dozed off for a bit… Darn it! Three o'clock?! It's already three o'clock now?!"

Cyclone looked at the clock hanging beside the window and couldn't help but shout.

"Wa… wait a minute!"

He clapped himself on both sides to force himself awake.

"I rested for four hours, there are still four hours until sunrise… four hours, seven wives… in that case…"

Cyclone fell silent for a few seconds, calculating in his mind the time that needed to be allocated.

"Damn it!!"

Cyclone ripped off the mask in front of his mouth with one hand and shouted out loud.

"Everyone take a turn first!! The rest can come later!!!!"

As the long night slowly unfolded, an epic battle finally began.