Each time his consciousness returned, Richard found himself frowning.

His heart burned with frustration, but all he could do was endure it.

He watched as more and more fragments of his body accumulated. In fact, within a single minute, he had been destroyed a hundred times. That was just how quickly the female ancestor tore him apart.

Naturally, Richard became even more astonished by the resources she possessed to restore him instantly.

It was practically comparable to the Heavenly Water.

The difference was that she could use this ability on others.

The Heavenly Water could also heal others, but doing so required expending its own energy to repair their bodies.

Richard waited for the full hour, and fortunately, once the hour was over, his body was no longer destroyed.

His face was pale, especially as he looked at the countless tiny pieces of himself scattered around.

Whoosh!

The woman seated on the throne casually gathered all of them back.

"Take this."

She tossed him the bottle containing the single drop of golden blood, and it landed neatly in Richard’s hand.

"It will certainly grant you an additional one hundred and fifty thousand Aether. However, use it carefully and with complete focus. One mistake, and that blood could destroy you," she said indifferently.

This had merely been a transaction.

Naturally, Richard did not offer his thanks.

A gate suddenly opened beside him, making it clear that the woman wanted him to leave immediately.

Richard glanced at her for a moment before stepping through the gate, reappearing before the White Ancestor, who was still waiting outside.

The gate vanished the next instant.

"So, boy, what did you get?" the crow asked.

"Something valuable, at the cost of an absolutely terrible experience," Richard replied, making no attempt to hide the gloom on his face.

"What’s wrong with a terrible experience if it earns you something worthwhile?" the White Ancestor replied.

"You must have obtained the Skylight Grand Sovereign’s blood, right? Boy, would you be willing to give it to me? I’ll exchange it for something even more valuable in the future."

Richard was speechless.

"Ridiculous," he muttered before turning and walking away.

"Boy, you won’t?" the crow called out, chasing after him.

Of course, Richard wasn’t afraid. The crow could do nothing to a member of the Skylight Clan, being bound by an oath to the clan’s ancestor.

"No!" Richard answered firmly as he quickened his pace.

He headed toward a house where he could sense Olivia’s presence.

Since he had told her to prepare food for him, she naturally hadn’t left.

After hearing his refusal, the White Ancestor finally stopped pursuing him.

Richard shook his head upon seeing that his residence was nothing more than a simple wooden house. In fact, every house here was built in the same plain style. It seemed the Skylight Clan had no interest in constructing anything extravagant.

He entered and found that the living room and dining area were combined into one space due to the limited size of the house.

Olivia was no longer wearing her armor.

Instead, she had changed into a short pink dress that reached just above her knees and was arranging dishes on the dining table.

"Little Brother, you’re back. What did you get?" she asked with a bright, charming smile.

Perhaps she assumed he was in an excellent mood.

Richard walked over to the table, which was filled with seafood—from lobster to enormous crabs.

Everything had turned a rich red after being cooked.

Three oversized chairs surrounded the table.

Richard sat down in one of them at random, but when Olivia moved to sit beside him, he reached out and caught her hand.

"Little Brother?"

She looked at him in confusion.

"Ah..."

A moment later, she gasped in surprise as Richard suddenly pulled her toward him until she ended up seated on his lap.

The next instant, one of his arms had already wrapped around her waist.

"Little Brother..."

Olivia’s face flushed crimson.

She hadn’t expected him to act so boldly.

"Do you object?" Richard asked, his gaze fixed on her.

"It’s not that... it’s just..." Olivia replied shyly, though her words explained nothing.

"Isn’t it only natural for my beautiful cousin to become my lover?" Richard asked again.

One of his hands rested against her thigh.

Olivia seemed to have no answer and could only nod quietly.

"Help me eat," Richard said.

Olivia couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

Nevertheless, she didn’t refuse. She picked up a piece of lobster meat and gently fed it to him.

Her expression shifted repeatedly as Richard’s hand refused to stay still.

She continued feeding him without complaint, sometimes offering lobster, sometimes crab, and at other times different seafood or vegetables.

Richard appeared completely relaxed, though his hand wandered until it lightly brushed her cheek.

"A mischievous woman like you must be amazing in bed," he remarked.

"Little Brother, I’ve never done anything like that," Olivia protested.

"I mean you would be skilled," Richard corrected.

After that, he stood up while lifting Olivia in his arms and walked toward the still-open bedroom door.

Olivia remained silent, simply holding onto his shoulders.

She looked nervous, but she showed no intention of resisting.

The bedroom was simple, but the bed was large and soft.

Aside from the bed, there was only a single table positioned beside the window.

Richard jumped straight onto the bed with Olivia underneath him, so that her body was pressed against his.

His hands reached for her breasts and gently squeezed them.

Even though she was an annoying woman, she was still his cousin—and she was incredibly beautiful. What else could he do but make her a member of his harem?

As her breasts were squeezed, Olivia blushed and stifled a moan.

"Little Brother," she said in a voice that sounded tipsy.

"You like me, don’t you?" Richard asked.

"You’re the most handsome. How could I not like you?" Olivia replied.

Her hands moved up to his neck and wrapped around it.

She was ready to be his playmate on this bed.