I don't want your Abdication

Alongside Astarte, Konrad stepped into the room where the harem members he handpicked to follow him into the tower awaited with Yvonne's other Pure Self.

There, Jasmine, Iliana, Daphne, Faidra, Aliki, Freya, Zamira and Lena sat crossed legged in silent cultivation. Having seen the countless beauties that filled Konrad's halls, Astarte was unalarmed and now understood why her makeover was necessary.

Still, she was forced to admit that those who gathered within this room were a step above the rest.

Yvonne, especially stood out, with an oppressive aura that enforced obedience and commanded respect. As soon as the two stepped in, the ladies' eyes opened and fell onto them.

"Ladies, Astarte, Astarte, ladies. She is the last member of our congregation."

Having already been briefed on their next destination by the avatars. None were startled and knew precisely why they gathered.

"Greetings, mistresses!"

Astarte said with a polite bow.