The Only Son Amongst The Daughters Of Eros

'Okay, clearly the plan of just barging in isn't going to work, I need a new plan,' Aeric thought. 'Thankfully, I already know what to do.'

It was proof he needed. Even though it was annoying to accept, but Headmistress Lysandra was right, no one would believe him especially if it was his words against theirs. They were the Royal Institution's Headmistress and the Divine Priest.

Even though he was the Son of Starlight, he was still the abomination.

So, Aeric's best play was to get undeniable proof and that was what he was going to do.

The Deadwatch as usual, had done it's role perfectly, but this time, Aeric needed something different, even though he still set an Anchor Point just in case.

Summoning his item interface, Aeric pulled out his second artifact, the Echo Locket. It was a stunning piece of craftsmanship, small enough to fit snugly in his hand.

It also appeared very much like a locket, gleaming faintly with a silvery sheen, its surface adorned with fancy carvings of soundwaves encircling a single, iridescent gem in the center. This gem pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, as if responding to his touch.

'I think I'll need more explanation on this item before I move forward,' Aeric thought.

The system flared to life in his mind with an answer. The ding came and the calm, mechanical voice detailed the artifact's purpose:

[Echo Locket Description]n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

[This enchanted locket allows the bearer to capture and store auditory phenomena within a specified radius. Stored sounds can be replayed verbatim or projected into the environment for others to hear. The locket is particularly effective at filtering extraneous noise, ensuring clarity in chaotic settings.]

[Special Abilities: Voices can be instantly traced to its real owner upon replay]

[Can create heavy echo blast which is useful in battle]

'Mhm. Very functional. Very very functional.'

Aeric rolled the locket between his fingers, marveling at its design. The back of the locket displayed a delicate dial engraved with four modes: Record, Playback, Project and Blast. A tiny slider allowed him to switch between them seamlessly.

'This is awesome. Items are the best kinds of rewards,' he smiled.

"Okay let's see," he murmured, flipping the locket open. The inner surface of the locket was even more intricate, displaying tiny runes that shimmered faintly as he set the mode to Record. The central gem glowed a soft blue, signaling that it was ready.

He chased his smile away and locked into action, slipping the locket's fine chain around his neck, tucking it into his chest pocket to keep it hidden. Now, the goal was to record the two secret lovers fucking and to make sure it was solid, he wanted to get Headmistress Lysandra herself saying that no one would believe him.

Aeric set out once again, pushing open the inner sanctum's door and stepping into the dark curving steps.

He did everything like he had done previously. He descended the stairs with painstaking precision. Even though now, each step felt like a trial, like he was being intentionally excessively careful now as his weight was gingerly distributed to avoid even the slightest sound. The darkness was oppressive, the only illumination coming from the dim, wavering light of the sconces.

He paused midway down the stairs, hearing the faint voices again drifting upward. Aeric smiled. Drawing in a steadying breath, he got lower, ensuring the Echo Locket was securely hidden but active.

Then, he was close enough to hear those insane moans again. Insane wasn't even the perfect word. Truly, Headmistress Lysandra was a freak, because what exactly were these words she was moaning out loud?

"Uhh! Ughhh! Ohhh! Oh, Priest! Yes! Give me your Divine shaft! Push it into me! Fill my aged sheath with your priestly pump meat!"

Hearing them again, Aeric almost burst out into laughter, but he slapped his palm on his mouth instantly and kept shut.

He got lower until he could now see them fucking once again, but even though he'd seen it before, he still couldn't believe how much of a completely unbelievable scene it was.

All that aside, Aeric stepped forward, said the same words, the crystal fell and broke, the headmistress and the Priest stopped fucking and that entire scene replayed all over again.

~ ~ ~

"And who's going to tell people?" Lysandra asked, glancing at the Priest then back at the Prince. "You? You plan on speaking out on what you saw today?"

Aeric tried to remember what he had done here, then he burst into a chuckle. "I mean, of course I do. Do you know how damning and egregious this is? He's a Divine Priest, he's sworn to the Divinity and to my father never to defile his Divine Body by having sex and there he was giving you his 'priestly pump meat'."

"And why would they ever believe you?" Lysandra asked, deepening her voice and furrowing her brows.

A smile stretched in Aeric's mind. A wide smile, but in real life, it only tugged at the edges of his lips. 'Go ahead,' he said in his mind, looking at her. 'Say it.'

"Do you intend to deny it?" he asked her.

"Of course I do." Headmistress Lysandra shrugged smartly. "Besides, you have no proof. You leave this place and we leave this place just the same. You have no other proof beside the allegation that you saw us here with your own eyes. And who would believe such an allegation like that?"

'Yes, she is falling right into it! Right into my trap!'

"Why wouldn't they believe me?" Aeric asked, feigning naivety.

Headmistress Lysandra hesitated for a second.

'Come on!' Aeric's mind urged her on.

"Why do you think?!" she hissed. "They hold me and the Divine Priest at a much higher esteem than they hold you, Son of Starlight. Keep this secret, anything else is a waste of time because no one would believe you."

Aeric's cold face slowly warmed up with his beautiful, dark and mischievous smile. "They may not believe it from my own words," he said as he pulled the pendant of the Echo Locket out of his pocket.

"But they will believe it from yours."