Sorceress 48 All Aboard

Speranza formerly had been a light sleeper, but after being with him, her subconscious had left him in charge of all the (what if) that would need to look into, that coupled with the fact that, restoring her magic required a lot of energy in addition to a little bundle growing inside, her sleep just got that much more profound.

Moaning and grunting as she was being shaken gently, while she was refusing to wake up, she tried to curl up and grab the covers.

Arkalat had ruthlessly hidden them away from her.

After a long battle of fifteen minutes, she finally opened her eyes.

"Morning beautiful, time to wake up the boat is ready, and we have high tides to catch." He spoke gently to her.

If she had continued to refuse to wake, he would have just carried her over, but thinking she might need to do some stuff before leaving he decided to perceiver in his attempt at stirring this profoundly sleeping beauty.

Looking at how the young maids were all done the packing, and while Sakura was noting on a checklist making sure nothing had been forgotten.

She stretched her arms and pulled out of bed.

Her wife doting husband, gave her a soft perk kiss on the forehead.

"I need to head out I have to look at the stuff being loaded up leave your maids to handle the matters you don't have to do personally."

Caressing her hair, he left heading for Dravicks room where the two of them talked on how one would embark on different s.h.i.+ps and would meet up at the destination point.

Arkalat would take the large boat with the most crew and merchandise that would become utilized as the light path.

While Dravick would navigate to the destination with the second s.h.i.+p. That s.h.i.+p was slightly smaller and loaded with living merchandise.

For the dark paths using this method, they could cover more grounds in both light and underworld ways.

They also would communicate only when necessary.

Dravick would stay undercover like this for a year or two, until the people of the region accepted him, therefore, letting them access more connections and build the network for the abyssal kingdom to use.

Arkalat nodded to him and left if their plan went well they would not physically meet in the next five years.

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Speranza helped her maids with the packing of last minutes, once everything was ready they sent the trunks to the s.h.i.+p. Taking her pets she looked at the horizon that led toward her former home.

Sighing softly, she turned her gaze forward. One day maybe she should gather news see if some had survived perhaps not everything had become lost.

Placing a hand on her lower abdomen, she climbed the small carriage humanly drawn to the boat.

Her maids flanked her carriage, the curtains kept people from looking at what was inside. But seeing the maids so richly dressed and decorated, the people could only guess a n.o.ble daughter or some wealthy n.o.ble wife was inside. Just those two type used those carriages.

But the soon, they retreated in fear -Wyverns! Two large wyverns followed in tow behind it!

How influential was this woman? She had two small countries behind her back!

At first, some bandits wanted to try their luck at pilage, but when they realized they had wyverns, they no longer held the guts to charge. Doing so would only end with their death!

Without a hitch, the loading of both s.h.i.+ps, as well as the departure, concluded they headed to the same area, but Arkalat had received news to push further.

They had indeed just received some news at the last minute.

(The abyssal general Nemesis Enforcer, himself would need to head to a h.e.l.ls gate and go back down into the abyss.)

The king his friend needed his a.s.sistance and used a summoning with a royal seal.

He felt a little bitter inside dragging his wife to the underworld was not without dangers.

The surface was very safe compared to the h.e.l.l plane.

Even he could not guarantee own safety there, with the thought of her body that would not recover her magic fully and this would be so until their tiny bun was out of his little mom oven.

Only then, would she start to truly heal from the poison of that h.e.l.lish aphrodisiac.