My Milf System-Chapter 163. The Duke’s Forgotten Son

That night, the sky darkened with thick clouds and shattered with streaks of lightning. Soon, a soft rain began to fall, and it somehow made the wild night I spent with my waifus even more magical under that weather.

By morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast. Tama had served me in bed—unsurprisingly, since she was the only one among my waifus who could cook something edible. Rose opened the bedroom windows, letting in the earthy scent of wet soil. The fresh air hit me like a blessing.

As I began to eat, the girls gathered around on the bed. Rose curled up on my left, Tama on my right, and Rin straddled my legs. We were all naked, just enjoying the silence and warmth of each other—until I broke it.

"So... how are things in the Demon Realm, Rose?" I asked, noticing how often she’d been staying here lately.

"It’s fine. My daughter’s taking care of everything," she answered softly, snuggling closer. Her horns poked me—not-so-softly.

"Really? Have you even checked on her lately?"

"I used to. Every now and then," she replied, way too casually.

"Right—’every now and then,’" I grumbled. "Anyway, think I could get some test subjects from there? I’ve got a spell I need to try out."

"We’ve got plenty of prisoners. So, yeah, you might get a few."

Rin puffed her cheeks, then grabbed mine, making me look her in the eye. "Rin wants to go too!"

I chuckled. "No one’s staying behind, Rin. We’re all going."

Tama glanced up at me from my side. "Even me?"

"Of course, even you. Are you scared?"

"I’m not... it’s just—it’s the Demon Realm. Full of demons who might want to eat me," she whimpered.

Rose growled from the other side. "How dare you assume my kind are cannibalistic!"

Tama shrieked. "Well.... aren’t you?"

Rose scoffed. "We prefer eating humans than feeding on a stray cat like you! You aren’t tasty!"

That only increased Tama’s nervousness.

I ran a hand gently over her cat ears. "Don’t worry, Blacky! I’ll never let anyone hurt you."

She nodded shyly. "Okay... right."

"Alright, girls! Go get ready!"

They all darted out of my room to get dressed. I smiled, content. Life with a harem really wasn’t that bad. I only wished it could stay this peaceful. But something in my gut said it wouldn’t. Peace never lasts long... and that always made me anxious.

I got dressed and headed downstairs. Rose packed some apples in a plastic bag before opening a Dimensional Door. We stepped through and arrived inside the Demon Castle.

There, Evelyn sat on the throne, legs crossed, chin resting in her hand, as smug as ever. And down in the hall, Hillary Martinsville was scrubbing floors like a servant. I’d almost forgotten he existed.

"Hey, sweetie!" Rose greeted her daughter, tossing the apple bag at her.

Evelyn caught it, lighting up. "Hi, Mom!"

She grabbed an apple and took a bite, but when her eyes met ours, her smile vanished. "I see you brought that moron... and Sythraya Umbraflame. Didn’t expect you to be hanging out with the catastrophe who killed my grandparents and half our clan!"

Rose just grinned. "Oh, she’s harmless. I’ve spent enough time with her to know. And don’t call her that anymore. She’s Rin now."

Rin simply folded her arms, glaring daggers at Evelyn.

To ease the tension, l walked up to Evelyn. "Hey there, little twerp—"

BLAST!

She landed a solid punch into my stomach, making me hunch over in pain. Standing tall, her aura darkened, and her grin widened.

"Still the same cocky moron who doesn’t get that I’m royalty, huh? I should beat some sense into you!"

"W-wait, hold on!" I raised my hands in surrender, stepping closer. "I was joking. I missed you, your Highness." I pinched her cheek gently.

She blushed—then promptly punched me in the face.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"For saying dumb things," she huffed, returning to her throne.

Once I introduced Tama to her, we finally got down to business.

"Did you get anything useful from him?" I asked, nodding at Hillary who didn’t seem to care about our presence.

Evelyn clicked her tongue. "Nothing. He only remembers talking to his father. After that, blank. He doesn’t even know he was turned into undead. I’ve already tortured him enough to know he’s not lying."

Poor guy. Being tortured by this brat had to be hell. "So... no clue how Berial turned him into an undead? This is a mystery." I muttered.

"Maybe not such a mystery," Rose chimed in. "He could’ve just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and fell victim to Berial."

"Yeah... maybe," I murmured. But Something didn’t sit right. Hillary Martinsville was the son of a Duke, yet when he vanished—the same day he was turned into an undead—there was barely any action to find him. No search parties, no posters plastered on walls, not even whispers in the school halls. It was as if no one cared... or worse, as if he was instantly forgotten.

"Anyway... any word on Berial?" I asked.

Evelyn laced her fingers together. "No activity. They are quiet. Too quiet."

"Cowards," Rose muttered. "They’re probably plotting. Wouldn’t surprise me if Berial had a hand in placing the Mark of Malice on that girl to speed up Draegonoth’s reincarnation!"

"Well, at least we removed it. That delays things."

"I wouldn’t be so sure," Rose said. "They’re cunning. Even if they can’t travel to the human world at the moment, who’s to say they don’t have agents hiding there already? They could be watching, waiting. Maybe they’ve already possessed someone close to you... waiting to strike... to kill you—their biggest obstacle and resurrect their Lord."

I swallowed hard. "You’re saying I shouldn’t trust anyone close to me?"

"Exactly. To avoid all that trouble, the best plan is to just kill the girl and trap Draegonoth’s soul in a bottle using curse arts. That’d save us all the trouble."

"No. I’m not letting Anna die," I said firmly. Then I turned to Evelyn. "About the test subjects?"

"Fine. I’ll round up some useless infernal demon slaves."

If I could master mnemomancy—if I could read memories—I wouldn’t have to worry that someone close to me is possessed. I’d know exactly who to trust.