RISE OF EROS-Chapter 597 - 596

Although Andrew had made Oliver his errand boy, Oliver didn’t react and simply followed his orders. Seconds after Andrew’s request, Oliver left the office again. This time, Andrew didn’t remain silent but looked at his wives and said, "When she arrives, lead her to the main VIP room. I’ll speak to her there." Everyone understood what that meant.

Usually, one or even several of Andrew’s wives would joke about the situation, as it was obvious Andrew intended to do more than just talk to Seraphine. But they understood that Andrew wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

Since the entire situation with enemies, the fallen god, and the organization Purgatory had come up, they had noticed that Andrew was very serious. While they didn’t like that attitude, they understood that there were times to act that way, and this was one of those times.

Seeing everyone’s silence, Andrew smiled slightly, approached each of his wives, and gave them a warm hug and a short, tender kiss on the lips, saying, "Thank you for understanding."

Seeing this loving gesture from Andrew, the girls relaxed. They could see that, while Andrew was a bit serious, it was due to the pressure of the situation, but it didn’t mean he had changed.

After this comforting gesture, Andrew left the office and headed to the main VIP room to wait for Seraphine, while Oliver traveled to the hotel where Vaelyra and Seraphine were staying.

When he arrived, he found Lugia talking to them. Vaelyra and Seraphine were surprised to see Oliver, but Lugia, who already knew the reason for his visit, simply smiled.

"Well, Seraphine, remember my warnings. Vaelyra, let’s go," Lugia said, not interrupting the matter Oliver had to address. As the two dragonesses left the room, Oliver bowed slightly to show his respect as he saw them off.

Once alone, Oliver approached Seraphine and, without hesitation, sat in front of her. Seraphine straightened her back in her chair and waited for Oliver to say something.

"The young master wants to see you," he said without providing any further context. Seraphine was surprised by the sudden summons but quickly composed herself and nodded, confirming she had no problem meeting with Andrew.

So, the two left the hotel and headed to the Palace of Cannes. Oliver hadn’t traveled by carriage, so they used their superior strength to run there. Seraphine might appear delicate, but she was actually quite strong.

She was a demigoddess, making her much more powerful than any of Andrew’s close associates, so it was no problem for her to keep up with Oliver even at high speed.

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Within seconds, they arrived at the Palace of Cannes and entered through the main entrance as if they were regular guests. Waiting for them was Gaston, who approached Oliver and whispered the meeting place Andrew had chosen.

Oliver simply nodded, then asked Seraphine to follow him as he walked to the VIP area of the Palace of Cannes. Although this area had a private entrance and was inaccessible from the regular commercial section, there was a way to get there.

This route wasn’t open to the public, so no regular guests could see VIP clients on an operating night. Even though it was a longer path, it didn’t take them long to reach the location.

When they arrived at the door to the room where Andrew wanted to meet Seraphine, Oliver turned and, looking at the succubus, said, "The young master awaits you inside," and left without waiting for her response.

Seraphine was surprised to be left alone, but she quickly composed herself and approached the door. She raised her pristine, delicate hand and knocked gently on the door.

Shortly after, she heard, "Come in," so Seraphine opened the door and entered the room. It was a spacious, luxurious room, practically a complete suite, with a living room, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.

The only thing missing was a kitchen, but that was unnecessary in a place like this. There she saw Andrew seated on one of the sofas in the living room, a glass of wine in hand.

In front of him, there was a table with more wine and some snacks. Andrew exuded an aura of power and authority that made Seraphine tense up, but she managed to maintain her calm facade and greeted him, "It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Andrew."

Andrew turned to look at Seraphine and, with a slight smile, replied, "Formalities aren’t necessary. You can call me Andrew." Seraphine didn’t hold back and, nodding, responded, "Then I’ll do so."

Gesturing toward the sofa in front of him, Andrew said, "Please, sit down." Seraphine walked over to the indicated sofa, moving her hips sensually, and took a seat. She wasn’t trying to seduce Andrew; it was simply her nature as a succubus, a race blessed by Eros, to exude sensuality and naturally attract the opposite sex.

It was similar to how women viewed Andrew, as he was a candidate for the god Eros. Despite this, her charm had no effect on Andrew, as a candidate for Eros was far beyond the seduction of a mortal—unless he willed it.

Now that Seraphine was seated, Andrew took one of the empty glasses from the table, poured wine into it, and offered it to her. Seraphine didn’t refuse his attention and took a small sip from the glass.

Andrew also sipped his wine, and the two remained silent for a few minutes. A silence like this would typically create discomfort, but for some strange reason, it didn’t. Even so, Seraphine wanted to start the conversation but felt it would be impolite, so she waited for Andrew to speak, and he didn’t make her wait long.

"You’re an intelligent woman, so I’m sure you have an idea of why I called you," Andrew began, taking another sip of wine. Seraphine merely nodded without saying anything, and Andrew continued, "I spoke with Elder Zaros, and he permitted the entry of your sisters, but only ten of them."

This surprised Seraphine, as she expected it would take him a couple of days to decide on the matter, especially since she knew Andrew still had reservations about her. But again, she said nothing and listened.

"I’ll be honest with you. I still have my reservations. I know you have no ill intentions; you’re simply looking for a tree to protect and strengthen you, and I’m your best option," Andrew said.

He paused briefly to look at Seraphine, then continued, "Even so, I don’t know what your sisters are thinking." This time, Seraphine had to speak, so she said, "Andrew, I promise that my sisters want the same as I do."

"Those are your words, but I like to draw my own conclusions," Andrew replied, adding, before Seraphine could say anything, "You may bring ten of your sisters. Choose the ones closest to you."

Though it was true that Seraphine had sought out Andrew for protection, she didn’t like how Andrew started giving orders, so she decided to make it clear. "Andrew, it’s true that we seek your protection and help, but we aren’t slaves," Seraphine said, not directly stating her thoughts, but the message was clear, and Andrew understood it.

With a smile, Andrew responded, "I’m aware of that. Don’t take my attitude as that of a slaver or anything similar. I simply have many things on my mind and didn’t express myself well."

Although his demeanor hadn’t changed, Seraphine understood Andrew was sincere. This only piqued her curiosity further, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Is something happening? Can I help in any way?"

"Well, you will help; don’t worry. For now, I’ll say that aligning with me is not a path of butterflies and flowers. Bear in mind that the dangers increase. Do you still wish to be my ally?" Andrew asked, looking at her seriously.

Seraphine wanted a protector, and although Andrew was the best option, it didn’t mean it would be easy. So Andrew warned her from the start. "There’s no free meal in this world," Seraphine replied, to which Andrew chuckled and said, "Certainly."

Seeing the atmosphere relax a bit, Seraphine asked again, "Is there really nothing I can do for now?". Andrew looked at her seriously with his Eros’s eyes, noting her aura of flirtation and sensuality, yet without ulterior motives. Smiling, he replied, "Succubi are masters of sex and eroticism, and I am the patron in this world. What do you think you can do?"

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Andrew’s response surprised Seraphine, as it was clear what he meant. Without any shame, Seraphine stood from her seat and moved closer to Andrew, sitting beside him.

Placing her wine glass on the table, she looked at Andrew, now mere inches away, and with a flirtatious smile, said, "I can think of a few things." Andrew laughed softly at the succubus’s teasing demeanor, setting his wine glass aside. He looked at her, placed his hand on her cheek, and drew her closer.

Seraphine didn’t pull away and allowed Andrew to lean in and capture her lips. They shared a delicate, tender kiss that quickly grew passionate, their tongues intertwining like snakes in a mating ritual.