The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Mikhailis glanced at Lira, his glasses adjusting slightly as Rodion's voice piped in.

<Lira appears to have concluded that she was daydreaming during her duties. Quite the convenient self-reprimand. It seems she is mentally scolding herself for losing focus. As for Serelith... She looks content but also sluggish. It appears you drained her more than anticipated.>

Mikhailis cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the lingering tension in the room. Serelith turned her attention back to him, her movements a bit slower, a sleepy smile lingering on her lips.

"Try forming the magic in your palm again, Your Highness," Serelith said softly, her voice tired but encouraging.

Mikhailis extended his hand, focusing on the energy he had just started to grasp. The magic seemed to pulse in his veins now, almost as if it had always been there, waiting to be unlocked. His fingers twitched as he focused harder, and slowly but surely, a small, dark green plant began to sprout from his palm.

Its leaves unfurled gently, and he could feel the warmth of its life force tingling against his skin.

He stared at it, somewhat mesmerized. This was real magic—his magic. And for the first time, it felt easy, natural. Something about it felt right, as if he had crossed a threshold. He couldn't quite place it, but something within him had shifted. He could feel his power rising, pushing against some invisible barrier.

It wasn't just [Baron] rank anymore; he was on the verge of becoming something more.

"Congratulations," Serelith said with a quiet smile, her eyes half-lidded.

"You've taken your first real step into the world of magic, Your Highness. And you should be proud—it's quite rare for someone to advance so quickly."

Mikhailis glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"It's all thanks to your teachings, Serelith."

Serelith let out a soft chuckle and pinched his arm playfully. She leaned in close, her voice a teasing whisper.

"It's because you drained my magic dry today, but I suppose you compensated by filling me with your seed." She cleared her throat, her cheeks tinged with pink.

"Ahem, well… Let's continue your lessons in three days. There will be two magic sessions each week from now on, so you'd better be prepared."

Mikhailis stood, stretching his limbs as he glanced down at Serelith, who was still sitting. No, more like trying to stand. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and she failed to find her balance. He raised an eyebrow at the sight, clearly amused. Serelith, the ever-composed court magician, reduced to this state.

He then noticed the time. Almost noon. Lira, who had been awkwardly standing by the door, looked antsy, likely wanting to leave and prepare lunch for the group. Mikhailis turned to her and nodded.

"It's alright, Lira. Go ahead and fetch lunch for us," he said with a smile.

Lira hesitated for a moment, glancing between Mikhailis and Serelith, her brow furrowed in confusion. But after a moment, she bowed slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness. Please wait in your chambers. I'll bring lunch shortly."

As Lira turned to leave, her eyes met Serelith's for a brief moment. There was something unspoken in the gaze—a silent exchange, a momentary deadlock—before Lira broke it off and slipped out of the room.

Once the door closed behind her, Serelith let out a long, relieved sigh, her body visibly relaxing now that they were alone. She looked at Mikhailis, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as her face turned red.

"That was... a thrilling experience, wasn't it, Your Highness?" she said, the playful tone in her voice unmistakable.

Mikhailis sighed, shaking his head slightly.

"You really are a glutton for adrenaline, aren't you?" He could tell she was the type who thrived on the excitement of nearly getting caught. Before Serelith could respond, though, she let out a small, feminine squeak.

"Fuee?!"

It was because Mikhailis had suddenly scooped her up into a princess carry, lifting her off the ground effortlessly.

"W-What are you doing?" she stammered, her face flushing even deeper as she clung to him for balance.

"You can't even stand because of our 'passionate magic session,' right? So I'll take you to your room. Don't worry about it," Mikhailis replied with a cheeky grin.

Serelith's eyes widened, and she glanced around nervously.

"But what if someone sees us?"

"Isn't it your job to make sure they don't?" he teased.

"You love the thrill of almost getting caught, don't you? So just cloak us in one of your illusions or something."

Serelith couldn't argue with that logic, her face burning as she reluctantly waved her hand. A thin veil of magic shimmered around them, cloaking them from sight.

Mikhailis strode confidently down the halls, effortlessly avoiding any patrolling guards. With his chimera ant soldiers scouting ahead, it was a simple task to move unseen. They made their way to Serelith's chambers, the halls empty and quiet as he carried her through the castle.

Once they reached her room, Serelith murmured something under her breath, and the door unlocked with a soft click. Mikhailis pushed it open and stepped inside, gently laying her down on her bed. She looked up at him with a small pout, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You really know how to handle me, don't you?" she muttered, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

Mikhailis shrugged, a smug grin on his face.

"Of course. I'm a very capable man, after all."

As he turned to leave, Serelith's voice called out to him.

"Wait."

Mikhailis stopped, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Hm?"

Serelith raised her chin slightly, her lips forming a pout, her eyes wide with a look that could only be described as cute.

She was asking for a kiss.

Mikhailis couldn't help but chuckle. He walked over to her, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. She huffed, looking like she was about to protest, but before she could say anything, Mikhailis captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, and for a brief moment, the world melted away, leaving only the two of them.

When he finally pulled away, Serelith looked breathless, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with lingering desire.

"Done," Mikhailis said with a grin, straightening up.

As he glanced down, his eyes caught sight of the front of her robes. The fabric was damp—both front and back, thanks to the considerable amount of seed he had left inside her. He smirked, raising an eyebrow.

There's an addicting satisfaction from seeing the beautiful court magician being filled with his seed.

"Better get that cleaned up," he teased lightly.

"See you later, Serelith."

And with that, he turned and left the room, making his way back to his own chambers, a satisfied grin still on his face.

The castle halls were quiet as Mikhailis walked back, his thoughts lingering on the events of the day. He had come a long way from the eccentric prince obsessed with insects and anime, now a man on the verge of unlocking his full magical potential. His bond with Serelith had deepened, and his power was growing faster than he had anticipated.

As he reached his room, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Just another day in the life of Prince Mikhailis Volkov," he muttered under his breath.

<Another day of reckless behavior, barely veiled innuendo, and questionable decisions. Truly, your capacity for chaos knows no bounds, Mikhailis.>

Rodion's voice echoed in his ear.

Mikhailis laughed, shaking his head as he entered his chambers.

"Come on, Rodion. You know you love it. And I'm not the one who started it in the first place,"