My Hidden Heresy Skill Forged an SSS-Ranked Harem for Infinite Points

Ophelia did not respond immediately; the demon queen was still wearing only the long shirt that Ryan had handed her, which left her thighs completely exposed.

She kept the remains of her luxurious dress tied firmly around her waist like a makeshift skirt.

”Seriously, is that the first thing you ask after having sex with a woman?” She grumbled.

Her tone of voice reflected a clear mixture of indignation and wounded pride in the face of Ryan’s cold attitude.

She crossed her arms, which caused the fabric of the shirt to pull taut, revealing the contour of her large breasts. Ryan looked at her out of the corner of his eye calmly while he finished adjusting his clothes.

”I prefer to avoid any kind of awkwardness.” Ryan said, approaching her; he stopped mere centimeters away from her face, holding the demon queen’s intense crimson gaze without hesitating.

”You don’t want that either, do you?” He added in a direct manner, seeking a confirmation.

”Hmph, leave me alone.” She suddenly turned her back to him, cutting off their eye contact.

The rapid movement made her long white hair flutter in the enclosed air of the underground cell. She was trying to hide the persistent blush that still dyed her cheeks.

”And regarding your question, Janina captured that pair of idiots. And when they were interrogated, they told her the exact same thing, that they were only on the heroine’s trail.”

Ophelia changed her countenance abruptly, adopting the hard and formal voice she used to dictate orders in Morrisen.

She turned back toward Ryan once again, fixing her red pupils on the boy’s dark trench coat.

”So, I sent Ivis to investigate, and that Heroine is in the elven nation; according to Ivis’s information, she was going to meet with Rafael, so there is no reason for her to be around these parts, in fact. I don’t even consider it possible for that annoying woman to come here.” The demon queen affirmed.

Ryan evaluated her words carefully, crossing his arms while he processed the information.

’I suppose that, it is not surprising that that pair of heroes would meet; both of them are wielders of chimera weapons, but I wonder what kind of relationship they truly have.’

If Rafael and Luciela, despite being from completely different nations, were forming an alliance, it wouldn’t be strange to think that sooner or later they would give him trouble.

Ryan sighed with a slight trace of annoyance, letting his arms drop to the sides of his body.

”I understand. If Janina captured that pair all by herself, she must be even stronger than I thought.” Ryan commented.

He was making a direct allusion to the dragoness’s combat capabilities, who was capable of subduing two Abyssal-rank entities without the need for any backup.

”Naturally. Ha, ha, ah,” Ophelia responded with a smile of pride toward her dragon subordinate.

The sovereign widened her lips with smugness, enjoying the validation of the sheer power her faction possessed. But almost in an instant after that loud laugh, her expression was cut short abruptly.

All the confidence and arrogance on her pale face disappeared in a fraction of a second. She became completely rigid in her position, almost as if she had just seen a ghost standing at the entrance.

”Shit... I forgot about it completely...” She murmured to herself in a whisper loaded with genuine panic.

She brought a hand to her forehead, opening her eyes wide at a sudden thought.

”Hey Ryan... was I... was I perhaps making very loud sounds?” She asked, turning to look at him abruptly.

Her voice sounded shaky, losing all the formal authority she had recovered just a minute ago.

In the face of the sudden question, and due to her expression of total bewilderment, Ryan found it amusing and smiled.

”Why do you ask that?” He brought his hand to his chin as if thinking, stretching out the time of his response in an ironic manner.

He observed how the red color rose with much more force up the demoness’s neck until it dyed her ears.

”I think anyone passing by outside the tower would hear you...” He affirmed with total calmness.

He remembered perfectly well the intensity of the sensual screams and the deep moans she had released upon the magical bed.

”Stop joking about that!” Ophelia grumbled, clenching her fists in frustration.

”No, it is not a joke, that is my answer.” Ryan affirmed in a dry manner, keeping his smile perfectly intact.

She grabbed him by the trench coat roughly, wrinkling the dark fabric with her long-nailed fingers.

And stepping forward with hurried paces, she walked while pulling him toward the stone stairs that went up from the underground. The demon queen advanced at full speed, driven by her immense shame.

They arrived at the first-floor level of the tower after leaving behind the darkness of the basement.

The surroundings opened up into a wide corridor of well-polished blocks that connected the different sections.

Ophelia looked everywhere in an erratic manner, as if trying to search for someone hiding among the walls. But she didn’t see anyone throughout the entire extension of the crafted white stone corridor.

Ryan also searched with his gaze, trying to see what she was looking for with such insistence, but he didn’t notice anything strange in the perimeter either.

”What is wrong with you now? You are acting strange.” Ryan asked, looking at her with a furrowed brow due to her erratic behavior.

”Shhhh,” Ophelia answered him quickly, placing a finger over her lips to silence him abruptly.

And she pulled him again forcefully, but this time leading him to the upper part of the tower; they climbed the spiral staircase.

The sound of their boots echoed loudly on the steps as they ascended toward the upper levels of the tower.

The top floor was like a spacious hall, with a couple of dark wooden pieces of furniture well distributed throughout the space. The white floor, remarkably clean, reflected the scarce light that entered through the large windows of the area.

At the far end, a heavy door could be seen that led to the outside of the tower.

She advanced with Ryan in tow, pushing the wood with her shoulder to make her way to the exterior. And upon stepping out through that door, the surroundings were like a sort of white stone balcony.

There she was, leaning against the wall of that balcony, the silhouette of a young demoness.

She had short green hair, and a pair of long horns that protruded pronouncedly from her forehead. She was completely curled up in a corner of the balcony, with her arms pressing against her ears with desperate force, and trembling violently.

”I knew it! Roxy, you were still here!” Ophelia grumbled, planting herself right in front of her with her arms crossed over the shirt.

She, the girl they had just called by the name of Roxy, snapped her head up upon hearing the voice of her sovereign.

Her face was drenched in tears and her eyes were wide open.

”My Lady Ophelia, you know I am the guardian of the tower, I must be here, but I swear I didn’t hear anything! I didn’t hear anything at all, absolutely nothing!” She screamed, trying to justify herself in a hurried manner.

The young demoness pressed her back against the stone railing, fearing for her life in the face of the imposing presence of the two intruders.