Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 932: Everything was ruled by the Primordial... Yet..?

A glossy purple-haired woman stood at the doorway, her slightly messy strands spilling down over her shoulders as if she hadnʼt even bothered to comb them.

She wore a purple-colored nightgown that clung to her soft curves, her tired eyes heavy with the weight of a sleepless night. Yet despite the exhaustion on her face and the irritation in her expression, there was something undeniably sexy about her.

She leaned against the doorframe with a sigh, folding her arms beneath her boobs, pushing them up ever so slightly as she stared blankly at Aether.

”What are you doing here, Aether?” she asked, her voice low and laced with annoyance that seemed to grow sharper with each word.

Aether rose from behind the throne, brushing off his pants as if heʼd been there casually. He shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed air, speaking with an amused tone.

”I was just checking out the throne... Itʼs kind of fascinating. Whoever built this thing had some serious skill,” he said, nodding in admiration at the craftsmanship before plopping down onto the throne with an exaggerated regal posture, letting one arm rest lazily over the armrest.

”So?” he added with a sly grin, ”How do I look sitting here? Impressive, right?”

Sandra stared at him blankly, not even blinking. Her tone was flat as she muttered, ”Not bad...” It sounded more like she was commenting on a chair than a man pretending to be king.

Aetherʼs lips twitched slightly before he let out a small chuckle, leaning further into the armrest with casual arrogance. ”Looks like you slept well last night, huh?”

Sandraʼs expression cracked.

Slept?

This motherfucker really had the nerve to say that? Because of him, she didnʼt get a single wink. Ever since that sound echoed in her ears, her mind had been hijacked by fantasies—hot, lingering, torturous fantasies that wouldnʼt let her rest.

And what? Men were the only ones allowed to have filthy thoughts?

Please. Women had fantasies too—sometimes even worse.

Her lips curled, twitching with restrained fury.

”Anyway... are you free now?” she asked, trying to force her tone into something casual, though her clenched jaw betrayed her frustration.

Aether nodded quickly, almost too eagerly. ”Of course, of course... totally free. So, where are we headed now?” he asked with genuine curiosity, his eyes lighting up with interest.

”Follow me,” Sandra said curtly, turning on her heel and walking off without waiting.

Aether blinked, shrugged again, and followed her, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. He had an interested look on his face, and maybe a little too much pleasure at her expense.

During the walk, neither of them spoke much. Aether kept glancing sideways at her, grinning with a clearly amused expression that he made no effort to hide, while Sandra was grinding her teeth, the muscles in her jaw twitching every time she caught sight of that grin.

She wasnʼt exactly sure why it pissed her off so much... but it did.

And he wasnʼt sure why he couldnʼt stop grinning at her face... but he kept doing it anyway.

Neither of them knew why.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination—The Royal Archive.

”Again?” Aether frowned, visibly disappointed. ”Seriously? I thought we were going somewhere interesting. Maybe a hidden chamber... a forbidden vault... something juicy. Not back to this dusty old archive.”

Sandra snorted, shaking her head as she stepped inside. ”What else did you expect? A treasure room with glowing orbs and naked women dancing around secret prophecies?”

Aether looked like he was actually considering that for a second.

”Wouldʼve been nice,” he muttered under his breath as he followed her in.

Sandra moved confidently between the towering bookshelves, her fingers brushing the old spines as she walked.

”You see... I found something curious,” she began. ”Something about your bloodline. Itʼs not much—nothing super detailed—but there was a mention in one of these old texts. Just a passing line, really. Almost like the writer didnʼt think it was important at all.”

Aetherʼs expression changed immediately. His posture straightened and his casual air disappeared as his interest sharpened.

”You found something about my bloodline?” he repeated, voice low and serious now.