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You are the archwizard <span class="mu-s">Alexander Matthias</span>.
Recently, you slew one of the Four Heavenly Kings who serve the Great Demon Emperor of the South as his generals and innermost council. People are lauding it as a great accomplishment, but really you just disintegrated him with your magic while he was balls deep in Princess Mariette. Well, there was the matter of you being the only one in the area who avoided being put under his spell, but that was because you were out of the country at the time when he cast it.
Specifically, you were farming Succubi in the Great Pit of Kamar Taj. The Sixty Ninth Floor is filled to the brim with those thirsty demons, and they have a 30% chance to drop [Succubus Charms]. Noblewomen and Merchant Wives will pay <span class="mu-i">top platinum</span> for those cosmetic items to keep themselves pretty and add <span class="mu-i">exciting</span> little details like glowing pink hearts in the their pupils or lewd crests below their navels.
Top.
Platinum.
But that's why you were out of the country when Jasmine the Seducer carved a lewd crest into the nation itself and brought every man and woman under her thrall. That's also why you were probably the only person in the Capital not engaging in the city-wide orgy the Seducer led. If your head wasn't clear of lewd thoughts, you wouldn't have been able to shoot that Omnibus in the back.
Sadly, you were about a week too late for this to be swept under the rug. Nine months from now, there will be a baby boom throughout the country... including a royal Cambion from Princess Mariette and a bastard growing inside of the Queen. They're both off to a nunnery for the time being, though you wouldn't be surprised if a few nuns had Nephilim, Cambions, or mundane bastards of their own to bear. It's not your business, though.
The rewards that King Martin Blackstone has deigned to shower you with <span class="mu-i">are</span>, however. Lordship over a remote county with a small-but-bustling port town as its seat, formerly belonging to the traitor who let the Seducer into the country in exchange for the Queen as his sex slave. A wagonload of silver and a chest full of gold.
Most importantly, though, access to the Royal Archive and a selection of one of its many tomes for your personal collection.
The Archive had the book you had been searching for for decades now. An unredacted copy of the <span class="mu-i">Ars Lolita</span>, which contains alchemical instruction on how to become the little girl. You have long sought this knowledge, for though it means the sacrifice of your precious rod and tackle, the forbidden transfiguration confers with it eternal youth.
This is not the butchery which creates the effeminate <span class="mu-i">castrati</span> whose male sopranos are famous among the church choir, but rather a true transfiguration of the self into a youthful female form. You have studied the book these past few weeks, and have made preparations to perform the alchemical ritual prior to your departure. Sure, the lab in your apartment is impromptu, but it will do the job.
Recently, you slew one of the Four Heavenly Kings who serve the Great Demon Emperor of the South as his generals and innermost council. People are lauding it as a great accomplishment, but really you just disintegrated him with your magic while he was balls deep in Princess Mariette. Well, there was the matter of you being the only one in the area who avoided being put under his spell, but that was because you were out of the country at the time when he cast it.
Specifically, you were farming Succubi in the Great Pit of Kamar Taj. The Sixty Ninth Floor is filled to the brim with those thirsty demons, and they have a 30% chance to drop [Succubus Charms]. Noblewomen and Merchant Wives will pay <span class="mu-i">top platinum</span> for those cosmetic items to keep themselves pretty and add <span class="mu-i">exciting</span> little details like glowing pink hearts in the their pupils or lewd crests below their navels.
Top.
Platinum.
But that's why you were out of the country when Jasmine the Seducer carved a lewd crest into the nation itself and brought every man and woman under her thrall. That's also why you were probably the only person in the Capital not engaging in the city-wide orgy the Seducer led. If your head wasn't clear of lewd thoughts, you wouldn't have been able to shoot that Omnibus in the back.
Sadly, you were about a week too late for this to be swept under the rug. Nine months from now, there will be a baby boom throughout the country... including a royal Cambion from Princess Mariette and a bastard growing inside of the Queen. They're both off to a nunnery for the time being, though you wouldn't be surprised if a few nuns had Nephilim, Cambions, or mundane bastards of their own to bear. It's not your business, though.
The rewards that King Martin Blackstone has deigned to shower you with <span class="mu-i">are</span>, however. Lordship over a remote county with a small-but-bustling port town as its seat, formerly belonging to the traitor who let the Seducer into the country in exchange for the Queen as his sex slave. A wagonload of silver and a chest full of gold.
Most importantly, though, access to the Royal Archive and a selection of one of its many tomes for your personal collection.
The Archive had the book you had been searching for for decades now. An unredacted copy of the <span class="mu-i">Ars Lolita</span>, which contains alchemical instruction on how to become the little girl. You have long sought this knowledge, for though it means the sacrifice of your precious rod and tackle, the forbidden transfiguration confers with it eternal youth.
This is not the butchery which creates the effeminate <span class="mu-i">castrati</span> whose male sopranos are famous among the church choir, but rather a true transfiguration of the self into a youthful female form. You have studied the book these past few weeks, and have made preparations to perform the alchemical ritual prior to your departure. Sure, the lab in your apartment is impromptu, but it will do the job.
