The servants, who had proudly declared themselves former Succubus Queens and Incubus Kings, swarmed around Reed, eager to attend to him. They didn’t dare cling to him completely but writhed seductively on the floor, as if about to crawl onto the couch.
‘They’re like a perfect example of a harem straight out of a painting.’
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ is greatly satisfied.]
At least Reed was just sitting there like a statue, his expression one of boredom, which made it bearable. I could sense his intention to play along to some extent with the banquet hosted by Inferinos. After all, he had come here to make use of Inferinos’s power to establish rules, so it made sense for him to humor her. Still, since I couldn’t approach Reed myself, I had no choice but to wait for him to come to me or for the banquet to end.
“Oh my, did you attend the…