CHAPTER 58: WHILE HE SLEPT

The night passed peacefully, without any problem to disturb the trio’s sleep—especially Aziz, who slept like a log.

That night, he decided not to enter the dream space, choosing instead to let his mind rest completely for the next day.

While Aziz slept soundly, his mother’s shadow watched over him the entire time, like a zealous guardian protecting her most precious treasure.

Back at Stella’s palace, the women were all gathered in the training area.

Sofia and Zia were sweating profusely. Their damp clothes clung to their bodies, outlining their curves and the features that had been developing at an alarming rate over the past few years.

Their breasts were no longer as small as before—especially Zia’s, whose white mounds could no longer fit into a single hand.

They panted heavily, their faces flushed from exhaustion.

But their eyes burned, filled with a flickering flame—a determination growing ever more intense as they traded blows with everything they had.

Sofia gripped her scythe firmly, while Zia wielded a pair of exotic purple daggers.

Looking closely at the daggers, it was easy to tell they were of the highest quality, made of some material unknown even to the adult women present.

Neither Stella, Astrid, nor Isis knew what material Zia’s daggers were made of.

Still, they didn’t worry much about it. After all, there were countless things in the world they didn’t yet know—and perhaps one day they would find out, or perhaps not.

While Stella was busy rigorously training her daughter—at her own request—Astrid stood with her arms crossed, watching her friend Isis train Zia.

Isis wore a sadistic smile on her lips—she was undoubtedly enjoying how Zia resisted with everything she had against the intense training.

Beside Astrid, Sylvia was calm and composed as always, simply watching with a small, satisfied smile as her lady, Stella, trained Sofia.

She thought that, in a way, those two had grown closer than before—even if it was through the pain and exhaustion of training.

Then, as Astrid stood with her arms crossed, watching the women fight in front of her, a subtle, malicious smile formed on her lips—imperceptible to the others present.

She closed one of her large, beautiful sky-blue eyes, as if connecting to another place—a distant place, far from where their bodies stood.

She remained that way for a few seconds, until she reopened her eye. Her smile widened even more, just like the shadow that was watching Aziz sleep.

’Have a good rest, dear... Mommy will be watching you as always\~’ she wished mentally, visualizing—through her shadow—the image of her beloved son lying in bed, finally asleep.

Looking at him sleeping peacefully, she felt a repeated urge to teleport there so she wouldn’t have to let him sleep alone.

But she forcefully suppressed that desire, deciding that, in the end, it was good—and necessary—for Aziz to have his own moment alone, at least partially.

After all, the moment he had separated from her, she had sent her shadow along with him, making sure he would not face any danger he couldn’t handle.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop being an overprotective mother who loved her son madly.

Well... perhaps she hadn’t even tried, to tell the truth.

Once certain he wouldn’t wake again that night, and leaving her shadow behind to alert her if anything serious happened to her son, Astrid shifted her focus back to where her body was, as if nothing had happened.

Blinking twice to readjust to her surroundings, she looked to the side and saw Sylvia standing there, watching Stella and Sofia locked in an intense scythe duel, where the ringing clash of their weapons echoed in a cacophony of steel.

"What do you say we train a little, Sylvia?" Astrid asked.

Turning her attention to Astrid, Sylvia raised a slight eyebrow.

"I thought you weren’t good with weapons or hand-to-hand combat," she said, a bit doubtful, remembering the few times she had visited the house where Astrid, Isis, and Aziz had lived during the five years of the boy’s training, when Isis had always been the one responsible for his physical training.

She had never seen her hold a weapon or fight.

"To be honest, fights with any kind of weapon and hand-to-hand combat aren’t my forte. But sometimes, it’s not bad to try a little, right?" Astrid replied, noticing Sylvia’s doubtful expression.

"If you say so, then fine," Sylvia said with a shrug.

She extended her hand slightly forward and drew her weapon from her spatial ring.

If Aziz had been there at that moment, he would no doubt have been surprised by Sylvia’s weapon.

In her delicate hand, with slender jade-like fingers, she held firmly a morning star the size of a football, covered in thick, sharp spikes, ready to turn enemy bodies into nothing but a mangled mass of flesh and bone.

Such a brutal weapon, held by a beautiful and demure elf, definitely didn’t look natural.

Astrid found it interesting that the always discreet elf wielded such a coarse weapon for her delicate image, but didn’t give it much importance—after all, everyone had the right to choose what they wanted to fight with.

Summoning a simple yet sharp sword, similar to the ones she had given to Aziz, Astrid stepped back slightly and looked at Sylvia, who also positioned herself, ready to fight seriously.

"Shall we begin?" she asked, meeting Sylvia’s eyes.

The elf merely nodded calmly.

With a casual push-off, the two figures vanished.

Moments later, a resounding metallic crash echoed through the training area, drawing all the women’s attention to the source of the noise.

Isis smiled faintly, pleased to see her friend training, even if her main focus was magic.

After watching Sylvia and Astrid fight for a while, the rest of the women returned to their own intense training.

Especially Zia and Sofia, the weakest there, who could barely even see the blurred figures of the two women dueling.

They put even more importance and focus into honing their bodies and spirits to the limit, determined not to fall behind in this little rivalry.

They longed to stand side by side with Aziz in his future adventures.

Training lasted for hours.

It seemed as if time passed differently within that area.

Or perhaps it truly did.

When the younger girls were already breathless, too weak to even lift a finger, their blurred eyes almost closing against their will, the older women finally stopped.

Sighing in relief, with no strength left to defend or attack in any way, Sofia and Zia’s legs finally gave out, unable to hold their own weight any longer, and they began to collapse from exhaustion.

But before they hit the ground, delicate arms caught them securely.

Feeling those arms around them, the two young women finally drifted off to sleep—exhausted, yet wearing satisfied smiles on their faces.

Satisfied for having given their all.

Stella looked at her exhausted daughter in her arms, and a memory came to her mind.

She remembered holding baby Sofia in her arms, breastfeeding her with tenderness, love, and care.

Nostalgia shone in her golden fox-like eyes as she recalled that memory.

Brushing the sweat-stuck hair from her daughter’s forehead, she gently caressed her flushed cheek with affection and joy for having given birth to such a good little fox.

’I’ll make up for everything I didn’t give you, my dear. I promise...’ she vowed, determined to make up for lost time with her beloved daughter.

Unlike Stella, who was feeling sentimental toward her daughter, Isis held Zia with an expression of curiosity, wondering only whether the girl would resist a bit longer or succumb to the intense fatigue next time they trained.

A crooked, expectant smile bloomed on her face, revealing her vampiric fangs.

Astrid saw her friend’s characteristic smile and shook her head slightly, a bit exasperated, knowing exactly what was going through her mind.

"Let’s let them rest for now. When they wake up, we’ll resume their training," Astrid said, and the other women agreed.

Leaving the training area, they went to wash together in the bathing area.

Each with their beautiful bodies on display.

The older ones had voluptuous figures, as tempting as that of a succubus.

Large breasts, full and round hips, and flawless, glistening skin thanks to the steam from the hot water.

The younger ones, Sofia and Zia, were still asleep, now even more deeply.

They slept while their bodies relaxed under the touch of the hot water.

Their nude figures were also beautiful, though compared to the older women, they were still lacking.

If Aziz knew such a scene was taking place, he would curse the heavens for not being present at that bath with so many beauties.

But as the stallion slept like a log inside the tent in the forest, he would never know what he was missing.

Perhaps, in the future, he might enjoy such a tempting sight, and maybe... just maybe... enjoy far more than just looking at those beautiful and seductive women.

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