Prologue. (volume 02: Possessed)

Sector ????

“Excuse me, my lord." A voice spoke hesitantly, disturbing the silence of the dimly lit room.

“… Sigh… don’t you know not to bother me in my private time?” Seeing the communication window appearing, he stood up.

Behind him he left three females on a bed, their eyes closed, their bodies covered in sweat. The call came at the right moment giving them a chance to catch their breath, but even though they were glad they were allowed a bit of rest, in their hearts they all begged him to come back.

“I apologize f-"

“What do you want?” He interrupted, pouring himself a glass as he sat down on his chair.

“… We have received some interesting piece of info from our contact in the twenty first sector."

“The twenty first, you say?” His eyes narrowed in clear displeasure. “What now? Are the Zesioniens up to something?”

“We aren’t sure about that yet, my lord. Apparently they gave up the ownership of a newly discovered planet to what is said to be… no name synth."