79. The M*** factory is still open...*

They both stayed silent for a moment before Hure asked, "Did Nisa tell you about it?"

Thyra couldn't say that it was because she had read the novel. She simply shook her head, saying, "I had expected it."

"Expected?"

"Remember, attack the bandit camp? They also used orcs and kobolds there. It is expected they would use slaves if they could minimise the number of casualties."

"I get that." Hure nodded, asking, "But how do you know they will attack before the winter ends?"

"What is there to think? If they can send such a strong enemy so deep into the territory in the middle of winter, would they wait for winter to end?"

"However, it is unethical to go into war during the winter."

Thyra shook her head, saying, "Nothing is unethical during the war. In war, people don't even care about living humans. Why would they care about something so useless like ethics and manners?"

"But…"

"There is no 'but'. The only reason there is no winter war is that it will be hard to supply the army with food and clothing. If we were someplace where it was warm throughout the entire year, they would have attacked the day they would have received the slave shipment."

Hure still wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do but didn't talk about it. Instead, she asked, "Should we inform his Majesty?"

"He might have already known." Thyra paused, adding, "No, he already knows. Unlike us, His Majesty has an extensive network of spies. Even the Guild leader of the mercenary guild answers to him. Do you think he wouldn't know? If I am not wrong, then the summoning will come very soon."

"Then we have to get ready. The food and…" Hure was about to leave the room in a hurry. However, Thyra grabbed her hand from the back.

"Where are you doing?" Hure looked back in confusion.

"Where are you going?" Thyra asked the same question.

"We need to prepare. Do you know how much work is needed to rally the army, prepare the resources and…"

Again, Thyra didn't let her complete her sentence, asking, "Are you going to do all that now? The soldiers are having their dinner. We can do that tomorrow."

Hure was about to say something, but Thyra's expression didn't sit well, nor did her use of the word 'we.' Hure looked at her, asking, "What are you planning to do?"

"Aria's baby bump is showing, and she should rest now. Jullia would have had a tough time tonight. Nisa is not interested in this kind of thing and isn't my wife anymore. I can still do it with her, but you won't let me."

"Should I send Emma to the room?"

Thyra stared at Hure momentarily before pushing her against the closed door. Holding her hand over her head, Thyra looked into her eyes, asking, "Have you become dumb, or are you acting like you don't know what I am…"

This time, Thyra didn't get to end her sentence. Hure stepped forward and left a peck on her lips. Her face bloomed like a smiling flower, saying, "I thought my lady had forgotten about this old lady."

The smile was turned off in a blink as she looked at Thyra seriously and said, "My lady had only thought about me because all her young lovers are unavailable."

Thyra was about to laugh at her cutesy teasing when she met her icy stare. "You even thought of the old, slutty hag before thinking of me."

Thyra had no problem understanding who this old, slutty hag was talking about as Hure continued. "I don't…"

That was all Thyra could say before she closed her mouth with her lips. No matter how uninterested she appeared, as soon as their lips met, Hure put her arms around her neck, pulling her closer to her.

*Knock* *Knock*

"My lady, your dinner is ready." The untimely knock and Emma's voice broke their entanglement.

"My lady should have her dinner first."

"Are you hungry?" Hure's concern was met with another question from Thyra. Looking at her eyes, Hure had no problem guessing her intention. She gave a smile and shook her head.

"No need. Have your dinner and go to sleep." Thyra said this without opening the door.

It wasn't the first time Thyra had skipped dinner. So Emma did as she was ordered while the bodies of two lovers mingled on the opposite side of the door.

"Are you not going to have dinner tonight?" Hure asked during the brief break Thyra had given her to breathe.

"Tonight, I am going to eat you,"

Such would have made any woman cringe in her last world, but in this, it made Hure blush. Thyra carried her to the bed. She kissed her again, and as their tongues tangled, she moved over Hure's body.

The slightly puffy mound on Hure's chest was open for grabs, and Thyra didn't miss the chance. However, the more she squeezed it, the more wetness she felt against her palm.

Thyra stopped kissing to have a better look at the leakage problem. She noticed the hard nipple poking against her black maid dress; even the white frill part had wet spots on it.

As soon as Hure realised what Thyra was looking at, she quickly covered her breast. Thyra could see that her face was bright red as Hure tried hard not to look at her.

"Please forgive me, my lady." Hure paused, adding, "I can't help it, my lady."

"Why are you sorry about it?" Thyra grabbed her face and turned to look at her.

"It's gross."

"No, they are not. That's a sign of a healthy mother. It is just unfortunate that you have to go through it." As Thyra said, she loosened the cloth from the front and pulled it down her shoulder.

Hure didn't resist as Thyra exposed her milk sack, but she still kept covering the nipple. Only after Thyra moved her hand away could she see them.

Both of the tips were hard, while the one Thyra molested a moment ago had white liquid leaking from it. The milk formed a drop. It rolled down by the side as more liquid leaked from the nipple.

It made Thyra frown, and Hure didn't miss her expression and quickly covered them again. Thyra looked at her, asking, "Don't you squeeze out the milk from it?"

"Huh?" Hure couldn't decipher her intention and shook her head. She dared not look into her eyes but mumbled, "It mostly happens in the morning. However, my lady…"

"Stupid," said Thyra, and she got off her. "From now on, squeeze milk out of them at least 4-5 times every day."

"Yes." Hure could see Thyra's member was pressing against her pants. She knew Thyra was excited, but the unsightly scene might have angered her.

"The child would have sucked some of your milk out if you had it." Thyra paused to choose the words as carefully as possible, adding, "It is unfortunate that it isn't here. You still need to discharge the milk as much as possible. It is for your own good. If you can't do it alone, ask Emma to help. Don't let it accumulate. Do you understand?"

Hure was staring at Thyra, not understanding her intention. She thought Thyra wasn't happy that she was leaking milk, but her words made her feel otherwise.

Thyra climbed on her and moved her hand away, saying, "You can squeeze them out with your hand. But let me show you a better way."