Princess Crystalia hesitated before addressing Flintor. “Um… Flintor,” she began.

‘Yes, Princess?’ Flintor responded though he raised an eyebrow, sensing that the Princess’s initial enthusiasm had waned significantly. Nevertheless, he waited patiently for her to continue.

Princess Crystalia reached into a small pocket on her gown, retrieving a finger-sized radiant blue gem. She tossed it to Flintor, who caught it with widened eyes. “Princess, what is the mean—”

Princess Crystalia suddenly waved her right hand dismissively, cutting him off mid-sentence. “I just want you to take off your clothing and show me your penis,” she said plainly. “As the royal princess’s personal guard, I am merely compensating you appropriately for it.”

Flintor stared at the Princess in utter confusion. Had she fallen from the castle’s wall to the city and hit her head so hard on the ground that she’d awakened a strange habit of paying men to drop their trousers so she could inspect their private parts?

Flintor gazed at her, meeting her stare as he awaited her response. Inside, he couldn’t help but think, ‘I hope I’m wrong, or else the king and queen might punish her again, but this time for reckless spending.’

He cleared his throat and said aloud, “You don’t need to pay me for that, Princess. As your personal guard, I’ll do it willingly and free of charge.” With that, he promptly bent down and removed his trousers, revealing his modest two-inch Prismerion penis.

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask about, Princess?” Flintor asked. He figured it was better for her to confide in him fully rather than involve an outsider who might unwittingly spread rumours about the situation.

Contrary to Flintor’s expectations, her expression grew even less enthusiastic as she shook her head disappointingly and uttered, “You can put your trousers back on.”

She shook her head once more before making her way to her bed, deciding to get some rest despite the late hour.

Flintor blinked in surprise as he watched his princess walk solemnly to her bed. ‘Is there something wrong with my penis?’ he pondered, examining it from all angles. After a thorough inspection, he found nothing amiss. Perplexed, he turned back to Princess Crystalia, raising an eyebrow as she tucked herself into her bed sheets.

What in the name of Naka had happened to her when she went out of the window? That was what Flintor desperately wanted to know at this very moment.

……….…

Waking up slowly, Orion yawned a little before looking around and realizing he was alone on the bed. As he thought about when Elysia had left, he couldn’t help but also wonder how the underground Prismerian kingdom could tell the difference between day and night. When he walked towards the window and looked up at the shining multicoloured… finally, he got his answers.

He remembered the light emitted by the crystals dimming when he had left the garden and returned to his room. Besides the mystery of their underground garden’s thriving existence, which Orion had temporarily pushed to the back of his mind, since it might be information that they didn’t personally want him to know.

Nonetheless, his current focus was on figuring out how to contact Madam Seraphina and the others to check on Saria’s recovery and health.

“KNOOCK!!” “KNOCCK!!”

A gentle knocking at the door abruptly pulled Orion from his thoughts, leaving him wondering who it could be. He made his way to the door and pulled it open to find Elysia on the other side.

She wore a silvery ash-coloured maid waistline gown, showcasing a different pair of panties than the ones from yesterday. In her hands, she held a tray filled with an assortment of fruits, with the most prominent being the green pear-shaped ones he had enjoyed the day before.

“The King has summoned you to the throne room,” Elysia said, her words carrying an intensity that contradicted her otherwise cold and neutral demeanour. “But before that, you must have your breakfast and a bath. So, I’m here to ensure you are prepared and punctual.”

Orion, undeterred by her glare, simply grinned and stepped aside to let her in. He shut the door, effectively blocking the view of the guards who had accompanied her.

As Elysia set the tray of fruits on the table, Orion, unable to resist temptation, stretched his fingers towards the centre of her buttocks, causing her red panties to bunch up slightly. But before he could proceed, Elysia quickly slapped his hand away with her right hand. She straightened her posture and warned, “Touch my panties again, and I won’t hesitate to break your hand, regardless of what the queen wants.”

Orion realized he needed to lighten the mood, so he settled into a crystal-clear chair and heartily devoured the fruits until he felt satisfied, leaving nothing behind. Once he had finished, he followed Elysia out of the room, traversing various winding corridors and corners for about ten minutes.

Upon entering the destination, Orion was greeted by a small indoor bath pool, resembling the queen’s bath but on a smaller scale. Elysia had informed him that this pool had been prepared for his use. Orion cautiously removed his tulga, then entered the water, relieved to find there were no hidden surprises beneath the surface.

To aid his bath, Elysia handed him a peculiar, slimy, thick black substance, which, from their perspective, could be considered soap to lather on his body during his bath.

Although Orion initially intended to take a quick bath and save time, he couldn’t resist the rare satisfaction of the experience. So, he decided to relish the soothing water a bit longer before leaving the pool.

Once he had finished his refreshing bath, Elysia him Orion a set of clean black shirts and trousers. This consideration allowed him to avoid the dilemma of what to wear after his bath, as he certainly didn’t want to wear a dirty tulga.

Seeing that they had finished, Elysia nodded at him and stated, “Now that we’re through, follow me. The Queen and King must already be waiting for us in the throne room.”