Yes, Lady Funina!

Animals!

And why did he suddenly call her "sir"? Given the current situation, how could she be considered an adult?

Well, from a certain perspective, that's not wrong, is it?

Seeing that Fukalos remained silent, Richard did not press further, but continued:

"Don't worry, your body has already reached its limit. I understand the principle that too much of a good thing can be bad."

Upon hearing Richard's words, Fukaros felt inexplicably relieved; at least this guy was still a decent human being.

They weren't that much of a beast.

But soon Fukalos realized she might have spoken too soon. Richard didn't do anything to her after all, and even kindly helped her clean her body.

But...aren't you cleaning too thoroughly?

Fukalos gripped Richard's arm tightly with both hands, clenching her teeth to try and suppress any embarrassing sounds.

Meanwhile, our professional bathhouse attendant, Mr. Li, was diligently cleaning Lady Fukaros's body, leaving no crevice or corner untouched, determined to clean her thoroughly from the outside in.

If that were all, Fukaros could tolerate it, but... the problem is more than that.

Fukalos finally understood why Richard had asked about mirrors earlier; so that's how they're used!

Ugh... Although Richard kept his promise and didn't do it to her, it feels like it would have been better if he had just done it!

Fukaros knew very well that the worse she acted now, the more excited Richard would become, and he would definitely go even further later.

So Fukalos suppressed her unease and tried her best to appear calm and collected, as if nothing was wrong.

Little did he know that Richard saw through his disguise at a glance. After all, you can't just control your expression to appear calm and collected. Sometimes the brain can lie, but the body won't.

What Fukaros didn't know was that her current forced composure was actually quite alluring, and the effect was even better than if she hadn't been holding back...

Of course, Richard would never tell Fukaros this, because if he did, things wouldn't be so fun.

And thanks to a reminder from his old friend 'Mirror', Richard was reminded of the projection crystal.

To some extent, that projection crystal is capable of doing everything that a mirror can do, and things that a mirror cannot do.

After all, the projection area covers the entire Opicclay Opera House, and the interior of the telegraph machine is also considered part of the Opicclay Opera House. He does this and that here, and then the images are synchronized to his surroundings in real time.

As we all know, three-dimensional objects are much easier to project than two-dimensional ones.

Fukalos had no idea what Richard was thinking. If he had known, he would have 'humanely destroyed' that projection crystal on the spot.

Originally intended as a tool for 'monitoring' the external environment from within and for observing trials, it suddenly took on an inappropriate purpose when used by Richard.

Finally, the washing was over. Fukaros had never felt that taking a bath could take so long. When she came out wrapped in a towel, she felt as if she had been in another world.

Because her legs were still weak, even weaker than before she entered the bathroom, Fukalos was still carried out by Richard.

However, Richard did not carry it back to the bed. He hadn't had time to tidy up the bed yet, and that bed... was definitely not suitable for sleeping.

There's some truth to why the Water God is called the Water God; his small body contains more water elemental power than Clarin and the Eightfold Divine Child combined.

He truly is a god who commands the element of water; even without the power over water, he can still unleash towering waves that can submerge bed sheets and blankets.

"What are you doing with the bed sheet? Throw it away! Burn it if you want!" Fukalos was furious when she saw Richard holding the bed sheet.

The blood-stained sheet was obviously impossible to wash clean, so it was better to just throw it away; Fukalos had no intention of keeping it.

Even if you collect it, what's the point? It's just sitting there, waiting to get moldy, and then you have to throw it away.

In that case, it would be better to just throw it away. She didn't need the sheet to prove anything, nor did she expect the bloodstain to bind Richard.

"Throw it away?" Richard hadn't expected Fucarus to say that.

Previously, both Clarinde and Yae no Miko had put away the bed sheets. Although it is unknown what they did with them, it is certain that they did not have the same intention as Fukaros, who wanted to throw away or burn the bed sheets.

"What else? Just sit and wait for it to mold? Until it stinks to the bone before throwing it away?" Fukalos rolled her eyes dramatically.

"..." Li realized that what Fukalos said made a lot of sense, so he followed Fukalos's instructions and turned it directly into ashes.

Bed sheet: You're crossing the river and then burning the bridge, aren't you?

When Richard and Fukaros emerged from the oracle, it was already noon the next day. Since it was a day off, the theater was very lively, with many tourists in addition to locals from Fontainebleau.

The majority of these visitors were from Inatsuma, who hadn't been able to travel for a long time due to the country's isolation policy. The recent exchange program in Fontainebleau provided a convenient opportunity for the Inatsuma people to travel.

After all, their own god has come to Fontaine, so there's no reason for them not to come. They have to come and visit.

Chapter 207 Automatic Pathfinding

After that day, Fukaros's life changed, yet it also seemed unchanged.

She initially held onto a sliver of hope, thinking it was because she hadn't yet adapted to the rhythm, but after a few days, Fukaros came to a complete realization of reality.

The problem is indeed hers, but it's not that she hasn't adapted to the rhythm; she's simply too weak.

Just last night, Fukaros found Richard, determined to go all in and take a desperate gamble. To ensure Richard could unleash his full power without reservation, she even used the two-word mantra—'That's it?'.

The result was undoubtedly tragic. Fukaros's provocation was met with a strong and powerful response from Richard, but the price was that, for the second time since the last time, she was overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure and fell into a coma.

Of course, no one else knows about all of this except for herself and Richard, and it is foreseeable that this secret will likely remain a secret forever.

Even Richard was forbidden by Fukaros from telling anyone, after all, she knew that men often had a perverted desire to show off in this regard, and no one could guarantee that if they didn't restrict it, Lynette and the others wouldn't look at her strangely the next day.

"Lady Fucaros, you don't look like you slept well?" Linette asked, looking at Fucaros who kept yawning and gently patting his back.

“No, quite the opposite, I slept very well,” Fukalos replied.

After all, he hadn't even lasted an hour with Richard at full power...

This time, her unconsciousness lasted much longer than the first time. It should be noted that she launched the provocation at 9 pm last night, and she did not regain consciousness until 7 am. Apart from the hour she endured the beating, she slept for a full 9 hours.

This clearly exceeds the sleep time required by a normal person. Moreover, as a demon god, sleep is not as important to her as it is to ordinary people.

Some might ask, since it is a demon god with a demon god's body, shouldn't it be more endurance than ordinary people?

However, the reality is quite different. With the stark example of Fukaros right before our eyes, it is enough to prove that the so-called demon god's body is not superior to humans in every aspect.

Just as there are differences between people, there are also great differences between demons, perhaps even greater than those between people.

In terms of physical strength, a demon god like Fukaros is definitely no match for Shadow. Of course, she is a demon god after all, and as the saying goes, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Even if she's terrible at it, Fukaros's physique is definitely far superior to that of ordinary people in some aspects.

This doesn't specifically refer to the abundance of water, although that is certainly a characteristic. More importantly, it refers to sensitivity. It's obvious that Fukaros's five senses are far more acute than those of ordinary people.

She has an extremely sensitive constitution, which does not affect her daily life, but it does affect her daily sex life.

This special talent might make Fukaros far more efficient than ordinary people when handling matters, but it can also have some 'negative effects' in certain aspects.

The reason for putting quotation marks here is that this negative effect may not be particularly friendly to the person involved, but it is an advantage for Richard.

After all, being more sensitive can sometimes lead to better results. Although it may not satisfy Richard, it is undoubtedly the most enjoyable experience in terms of the process itself. And there are ways to remedy situations where one cannot be fully satisfied.

Since one Fukaros can't beat Richard, why not just add a few more?

Even if the sisters can't win over Richard if they work together, can't they at least let him have his fill?

Without using his 'immortal' authority, Richard is nothing more than an ordinary person with a stronger body... or rather, an ordinary dragon.

Linette had no idea what Fukaros had gone through last night. The cat secretary had clearly shaken off the shadow of the failed night raid and could now communicate normally with Fukaros, who had the same appearance as Frynn.

She looked at Fukaros, who was unconsciously rubbing his lower back and yawning, but whose energy didn't seem like that of someone who hadn't slept well. She had already guessed why he was in this state.

Linette knew about Fukaros's actions before they began, and she even reminded her not to forget to deal with the fox and the god from Inazuma.

At the time, Lynette thought that Fucarus was likely to fail, but in the end, Fucarus clearly succeeded.

This made the cat feel a little confused. Why was everyone else's path so smooth, while hers was so bumpy?

There's a saying that goes something like this: it's certainly painful to fail, but it's even more heartbreaking to see your sister succeed.

Looking at the radiant-faced Fukaros, Linette was at a loss for words. It was as if an invisible wall separated the two of them, and a thick barrier had formed between them.

That barrier separated the girl from the woman.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Fukalos asked, touching her cheek.

She noticed that Lynette had been staring at her face the whole time and assumed there was something on it.

"No, it's nothing." Lynette looked away; the woman's femininity was simply too dazzling.

Seeing Lynette's expression, Fukaros quickly knew what she was thinking.

“Didn’t we agree before? I’ll help you when you need it,” Fukaros said, taking Lynette’s hand.

Lynette paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you... also finding it a little difficult to handle?"

Fukalos's expression froze, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, as if to say, 'How did you know?'

Upon seeing the other person's expression, Lynette silently looked away, because that was just how Clarinde was.

At the tea party that day, Claude practically laid everything bare, highlighting her sincerity to the point that it was as if she had done something to wrong them.

Regardless of whether they actually did something to wrong them, the few romantic details that Clarinde revealed that day were enough to open the eyes of both her and Funina.

The content was so explicit that it made her and Funina blush deeply, and their gasps of surprise were incessant.

Lynette fully utilized her cat-like, boundless imagination. Although Clorinde's storytelling skills were not particularly good, the images were deeply etched into her mind.

Along with that, Richard's abilities in that area were extremely powerful, to the point that they could be described as 'inhuman'.

When Claurind talks about that kind of thing, it feels like nine out of ten sentences are about it.

Moreover, she frankly admitted that the reason she was willing to tell them these things was entirely to seek help and good bed partners who could share the hardships.

They were talking about intimate matters between women, but in Clorinde's words, it sounded like they were forming a team to slay a dragon.

Is it really that scary?

Looking at Fukaros in front of her, Lynette was already starting to believe it a little.

"..." Fukalos remained silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking, "How did you know?"

“Clorind said so,” Lynette shrugged. “She couldn’t hold on either.”

Fukaros glanced at the open window and then at the half-open door, before stepping forward to close them one by one.

After doing all this, Fukaros walked back to Lynette's side, took her hand, and sat down on the sofa.

"Elaborate."

……

Meanwhile, Richard was reporting to Funina in her office, but he noticed that Funina kept glancing at him from time to time.

Of course, it's not like Fulina has just started staring at him for a while, but the problem is... isn't the way she's staring a little too obviously?

Richard coughed, drawing Funina's attention back from her 'groin-watching cat' state.

"Lady Funina, are you listening?"

“Of course…” Funina was startled and quickly looked away, coughing lightly with her palm clenched to her lips.

"Uh...about what you just said...what did you say again?"

"Regarding the upcoming visit to Inazuma."

"Oh right, that's it... Let's go to Inazuma... What do you think?"

Funina wanted to make the decision herself, but before she could finish speaking, she unconsciously asked Richard for his opinion.

“Fukaros said she would go, you…”

“Then I’ll go too!” Funina decided immediately. Since Fukaros was with her, there was nothing to be afraid of.

And to be honest, Funina also wanted to visit other countries. She had predicted a crisis before, but now that the crisis was over, she naturally wanted to travel around the world.

“Richard, Inazuma should pass through Liyue on the way there, right?” Frynn suddenly thought of this question.

“Yes, we need to resupply along the way,” Richard nodded and said.

"I haven't been to Liyue yet..." Frynn seemed to be hinting at something.

"You haven't been to Inazuma either, have you?" Richard pretended not to understand.

Seeing Richard pretending not to understand, Fu Ningna felt a little annoyed. Then, she quickly moved and pressed her soft body against Richard, launching a seductive offensive.

"You should understand what I'm saying, right, my dear Secretary-General?"

It has to be said that Furna's move was actually quite effective against Richard. After all, although Richard's relationship with Furna is still just a platonic one, his relationship with Fucarus is more like a mutual one.