"Ah...." A soft sigh slipped past Alice’s lips as she withdrew her hand from Veronica’s back.

A faint pulse of mana rippled through the training arena, signaling that Veronica’s advancement to the second stage had succeeded.

"I did it, Miss Alice?" Veronica asked, pressing a hand to her chest as she felt the new power coursing through her body.

"Yes," Alice nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Remember what I taught you this morning? Try it now!"

Veronica didn’t hesitate. She closed her eyes and raised her right hand.

Her teeth clenched, the effort carved into her face. A moment later, her eyelids snapped open just in time to catch a crimson flame flicker to life in her palm.

"I did it!"

Before she could finish celebrating, the flame collapsed into a wisp of smoke, drawing a defeated sigh from her.

"It’s okay, fufufu~~" Alice let out a soothing laugh. "It took me almost a month just to generate my first flame. You did it in one morning."

At those words, Veronica’s spirits lifted. She turned her face slightly, and only then did she notice Ethan standing nearby.

"M-my lord!" Flushed, she bowed hastily, earning a small nod from Ethan, who promptly pulled Alice into his arms.

"Hm... husband, how was yesterday? Did the girls please you well? Hehehe~" Alice let out a mischievous giggle.

"What do you think?" Ethan replied, his hand drifting down to claim a teasing handful of her butt, the plush, ripe flesh squishing between his fingers. "What’s that spell you used on Veronica? Her mana heart is much stronger than normal."

"Ah... it’s a spell I learned from the spellbook of the leader of the Brown Mage Tower. Basically, I can use the ring on my mana heart to boost the growth of someone else’s mana heart! Pretty useful, right?"

Ethan nodded, watching Alice’s beaming face as if she were about to jump for joy.

She seemed more excited about the praise she’d get from him than about the powerful spell she’d learned.

"You did well, love." Ethan stroked her long golden hair, drawing a happy sigh from her full cherry lips. "I promise I’ll reward you well."

"Hehehe... actually, I’m the one who’s going to reward you."

Alice stepped closer, pressing her breasts firmly against Ethan’s chest.

The two heavy orbs mashed between them, spilling into soft, pillowy bulges, their creamy tops swelling up over her dress’s cleavage as the full weight of them settled against him.

The pressure forced his gaze down, and he drank in the sight.

"I’ve been testing a few things by modifying the spells already in the books. With the matter manipulation spell, I managed to create my own."

Alice’s fingers traced slow, tempting paths over the generous, exposed swells of her cleavage, the voluptuous, creamy flesh trembling faintly with her breath.

The next moment, to Ethan’s shock, those already large, succulent breasts began to swell within the fabric.

A soft blue light enveloped them as they grew, each curve blooming rounder and fuller by the second, the smooth fabric pulling tighter and tighter over their growing weight.

The dress stretched taut, seams groaning under the strain, her cleavage deepening into a breathtaking valley of soft, creamy flesh.

Just before the dress tore, Alice interrupted the spell. The growth halted, leaving her pale tits frozen at their peak, absurdly full and soft within the overburdened fabric, only a bit smaller than Elena’s.

She had crafted a spell that let her perfectly control the proportions of her own body.

Her first spell as a mage.

She had created her first original spell with nothing in mind but to please her husband’s desires, whatever they might be.

Ethan couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

Indeed, he had good wives. Wives who always thought of him.

"Do you like it?" she asked, undoing the spell.

Her breasts sank slowly back to their still huge natural size, giving one last heavy jiggle as they settled.

Even so, the dress didn’t fully relax, still pulled taut by their natural volume. "When it’s finished, I’ll show you everything just right, hehehe."

Naturally, Ethan was eager to test those limits. His eyes shone as he leaned down and sealed their lips in a passionate kiss.

"Thank you, love. You really are going to make me the happiest man in the world." He gave Alice’s butt a gentle pat, his palm sinking briefly into the pillowy flesh before the cheek bounced slowly back into place as she melted into his arms.

Slowly, Ethan’s gaze drifted from her to Veronica, who was watching everything with a face as red as a tomato.

He smiled and nodded at her. "Learn well from Alice. I have high hopes for both you and your brother."

"O-okay, Lord Ethan!" Veronica curtsied hastily, drawing a chuckle from him.

She was adorable.

Alice pouted when she saw her husband’s attention drift away from her.

Should she make them even bigger?

In the end, she just sighed.

It was natural. He was a great man with many responsibilities.

With a final kiss, they said goodbye, and Ethan, hands clasped behind his back, set off toward the guard barracks.

He hadn’t visited Doran and Aerick in a few days, too busy developing other parts of Goldenveil and gathering magical herbs alongside Alice and Evelyn.

Now he was curious to see what the captain and vice-captain of the guard had been up to.

When he passed through the barracks gates, the two guards on duty snapped to attention and greeted him at once.

His eyes swept over the many people temporarily living inside while more houses were still being built throughout the city.

Waving back briefly, Ethan continued deeper into the complex until he finally reached the training ground.

Two hundred guards trained at a time, while the remaining one hundred and fifty handled patrols and sentry posts around the city.

The moment Ethan stepped onto the courtyard, his eyes widened.

The guards were practicing imperial fencing, executing the first three forms and their dozens of movements in synchrony. But something was off.

Above the army, the almost imperceptible figure of a golden dragon rose up, the same dragon that accompanied their swords, crowned with unmatched power and arrogance.

’What the hell is this?’ he asked himself.

Did such a skill exist in Goldenveil?