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Cho Chang, Elden Palace – Leyndell.

"You look radiant, Amelia," said her beloved mother with a radiant smile as she brushed the red-haired Lady's hair, who, unlike Mei and Cho, had already received the King's blessing and was still radiant and overflowing with magic.

"I feel... strong and powerful, my dear, like never before. Our Master's blessing is still burning, right here. Merlin, just feeling it... sends shivers through my entire body," Lady Amelia said with a radiant smile as she placed her hand upon her womb, lost in thought.

Cho could not blame her.

She herself could barely believe what had happened a few days earlier in the Throne Hall.

The orgy...

Merlin.

The young Ravenclaw still shivered merely from remembering it.

Her virginity remained intact, just like that of most of the Hogwarts initiates, and Cho would wait patiently until the time came to be claimed by her Master.

"Are you ready to explore the city and the festival?" she asked, causing her mother to nod gently.

"Yes, Amelia. The rest of the initiates have already gone down into the city. Our Master is currently in an important meeting with Lady Marika, Ranni, and Melina. Apparently, the nature of it is... unknown to me."

Lady Bones simply sighed and replied,

"Not just to you, Mei, but to everyone. The last thing we were told was that our Lord would inform us of the situation before returning to Hogwarts, but we have no further information," the red-haired woman confessed.

Cho watched as her mother moved her wand gracefully, nodding to herself as she fashioned Lady Bones' red hair into an elegant and beautiful braid.

"Lord Potter made it quite clear that my place will be at the Academy. I will teach the magic of Potions to Leyndell's future witches. I have a meeting scheduled with the Forest Nereids to begin adapting the magical plants we brought with us," her mother said cautiously, informing Lady Bones that she would not be returning to the Wizarding World, but would instead remain here by Lord Harry's order.

Cho could not help but respond.

"It's incredible... a world filled only with beautiful women. Many people would think our Master is a pervert," Cho said with a smile and a small giggle, causing both her mother and Amelia to laugh softly.

At least...

Until Lord Harry's deep, masculine voice made itself heard.

"That wouldn't be an incorrect assumption, my dear."

At those words, Cho, her mother, and Lady Bones froze for an instant before looking toward the door in surprise, delighting in the masculine and ethereal sight of Lord Potter in all his splendor.

"My Lord," the three witches said at the same time before immediately dropping to their knees and lowering their heads, embarrassed that they had been overheard.

"On your feet," the handsome Lord said with amusement, causing all three to obey, not daring to look him in the eye.

Cho swallowed with difficulty before taking a step forward and bowing, prepared to beg forgiveness.

"My Lord, I apologize for my boldness. I..."

The Ravenclaw tried to speak, only to be silenced instantly by a gesture from her Lord.

"Easy, my dear. You will be properly reprimanded later, but now it's time to go. The rest of the initiates are already waiting on the Golden Avenue," Lord Harry said calmly, causing Cho to blush, though she nodded obediently.

Lord Potter held her gaze for a little longer, caressing Cho's beautiful and delicate face, to the not-so-secret pleasure of the young Ravenclaw.

It was...

Simply difficult to explain.

The overwhelming magic of Cho's new Lord was...

Addictive, for lack of a better word.

"My sister has told me about you, you know," Lord Harry said, greatly surprising Cho.

"My Lord?" the beautiful witch asked cautiously, unable to determine whether those words were a good omen...

Or a bad one.

Perhaps a little of both.

"She told me you're a prodigy at flying, that soaring through the air is like a second nature to you. Is that true?" her Lord asked with obvious curiosity.

Cho stood frozen for a moment, at least until her mother gave her a gentle nudge, causing the young Ravenclaw to shake her head before answering.

"Yes, my Lord. My greatest passion is flying on a broom, although... I wouldn't call myself a prodigy," Cho confessed with complete honesty, watching as Lord Harry nodded slowly.

"I see. I have no intention of flying on something as ridiculous as a broom, but we'll adapt something for the troops. You will be officially in charge of flight instruction at the Academy," the King said, surprising Cho once again.

"But... I thought I would be returning to Hogwarts with you, my Lord. At least until the end of the school year," Cho said, hesitation evident in her voice, thinking about everything she had planned for her King with the girls of Ravenclaw.

She had a few names she was certain would greatly please her Lord.

She had even been practicing with them before her mother's summons.

"And you will, but it's important that all of you become familiar with Leyndell and your future responsibilities," Harry said with a smile before turning his attention toward Lady Bones and Cho's mother.

"We're leaving," he ordered.

A golden gateway appeared behind him, and he stepped through it without looking back, leaving Cho alone with her mother and Lady Bones.

"Oh, my dear, you have a long night ahead of you after the festival, don't expect mercy, it will be a sweet torture" the red-haired woman said, looking at the young Ravenclaw with something akin to pity before sighing and stepping through the gateway, leaving a worried Cho behind.

At least...

Until her mother intervened.

"Don't lose any sleep over it, my dear. Remember our introduction at Potter Manor... you'll end up liking it," her mother said, giving Cho a kiss before stepping through the gateway, leaving the young Ravenclaw alone.

The black-haired girl took a deep breath to calm herself once more, but she had no intention of making Lord Harry wait any longer than she already had.

So, with determination, she stepped through the gateway directly onto the Golden Avenue, the city's Commercial District.

Where the rest of the initiates were already gathered.

And with resolve, Cho walked through the Gateway.

The moment the magic touched her skin, her world dissolved into a shower of gold before her eyes.

The beautiful Asian witch felt the magic envelop her body for scarcely a heartbeat before her feet touched solid ground. The golden gateway remained open for another brief instant behind her, casting a warm glow over the white marble of the avenue.

Cho could not help but shiver as she felt her Master's magic, delighting in the sensation upon her skin.

At least until, with a gentle sigh, the light folded in upon itself and vanished, giving way to the bustle that the young witch had learned to associate with a commercial district.

She was already accustomed to it thanks to her visits to Diagon Alley, after all.

Although...

Comparing the Golden Avenue to that tiny, dusty alley...

Was a complete insult.

It was...simply amazing, otherworldly.

A living silence, strange as that might sound.

The atmosphere was elegant, woven together by distant conversations, while the crystalline murmur of enormous fountains filled Cho's ears, and the measured echo of sandals upon polished stone sounded like a pleasant melody.

No voice rose above another.

No merchant shouted to attract customers.

Everything seemed to move with an almost ceremonial calm and precision.

And when Cho gently look up, she found herself face to face with the city.

Although Leyndell looked magnificent from the Palace, the young Ravenclaw could say one thing with absolute certainty.

Leyndell was the most beautiful city she had ever seen.

The façades rose like mountains of white marble, crowned by countless spires, domes, and balconies where suspended gardens spilled violet flowers and vines of golden leaves, each one emanating a beautiful magical aura.

Immense columns supported buildings that resembled temples devoted to beauty, music, and dance, while bridges of white stone connected the structures dozens of meters above the street, forming a second city suspended among the heights.

It was...

The most beautiful and awe-inspiring thing Cho had ever seen, if she was being honest.

And this would soon become her new home, she thought with a radiant smile as she focused her gaze toward the center of the Avenue, searching for her Master.

The sunlight bestowed golden glimmers upon every cornice, every statue dedicated to the Three Queens and the Golden Lion, golden and immense, clearly raised as glorious offerings to the Royal Family.

There was not a single bare wall.

Every one of them was adorned with beautiful nude women surrounded by golden flowers.

Some even depicted Lord Harry and his wives radiating Light, which descended upon Leyndell.

Everything breathed beauty.

It was...a Divine city.

Or at least the closest Cho would ever come to seeing one.

The Ravenclaw began walking, losing herself in a warm and tranquil afternoon within the city's commercial district.

The display windows, protected by glass so transparent she could scarcely distinguish it, showcased circlets forged from unknown metals, necklaces, earrings, and beautiful dresses.

Every shop was beautiful and elegant.

Elegant and enormous bookstores overflowed with grimoires bound in white leather engraved with gold, alongside enchanted jewels that emitted a glow as faint as the stars before dawn.

However, Cho managed to notice something...

Curious, to say the least.

Every inhabitant of Leyndell was gathered in the center of the Golden Avenue, including the shopkeepers themselves, much to Cho's amusement.

And every single one of them surrounded the Master of the young Ravenclaw.

The Golden Lion himself.

The atmosphere was one of complete jubilation.

Every inhabitant of Leyndell present was dancing and celebrating, praising Lord Harry's name as something resembling a festival began to take shape in celebration of the Sovereign's visit to the city.

Cho watched with intrigue as all the initiates walked among the women, every one of them dressed in the elegant and revealing robes worn throughout Leyndell, all distracted and enjoying the afternoon.

The young Ravenclaw noticed her mother together with the mature yet beautiful witches seated in a privileged area.

They chatted pleasantly while discussing the future, no doubt boasting about their new positions within the city, judging by the expressions of superiority upon their faces.

The younger women, on the other hand, were dancing and drinking directly at the foot of the Throne.

The instruments floated through the air, playing a cheerful and warm melody, creating a magnificent and erotic public performance for the Monarch.

Everything was laughter and merriment.

But judging by the movements they were making...

Cho knew perfectly well that this would end in a massive orgy in the middle of the city.

The Plaza of Love, in fact, Cho thought, now understanding the name of the place, assuming that this was not the first time the King had come down to "socialize" with his subjects.

"A drink?"

A soft and elegant voice asked beside Cho, causing the young witch to look over in surprise, finding herself face to face with a beautiful woman.

So beautiful that she made Delacour, who was sensually dancing beside Greengrass, look like a commoner.

Like every inhabitant of Leyndell, she was beautiful and ethereal, almost divine, with snow-white skin and jet-black hair, possessing the most beautiful golden eyes Cho had ever seen.

In her hand she carried a golden goblet that would undoubtedly cost everything she and her mother earned in an entire year in Diagon Alley, filled with a white, frothy drink that carried an utterly exquisite aroma.

"Wine of the Seven Moons, a gift from our beloved Mother Marika, reserved only for special occasions. Take it, you'll like it," she said with a radiant smile, placing the goblet into Cho's hands before disappearing into the crowd, taking one of the maidens with her and beginning to kiss her with a passion that Cho had only witnessed during the ritual.

The young Ravenclaw smiled and shook her head as a commotion erupted in the center of the celebration.

Lord Harry had risen to his feet, and to Cho's delight, his robes had vanished completely.

His eyes shone like two suns, while his magic permeated every initiate and inhabitant of Leyndell alike, all of whom slowly began to undress and kiss one another.

Apparently, the orgy was about to begin, and Cho had no intention of missing the fun.

Without hesitation, she drained the Wine from the goblet in a single swallow, savoring its sweet and exquisite flavor, smiling excitedly as the goblet instantly refilled itself.

And no matter how much she tilted it...

The liquid never spilled from the cup.

Apparently, the Monarch had thought of everything, Cho mused as she walked toward the center of the celebration, laughing joyfully as two pairs of hands began gently undressing her.

The orgy was about to begin, and everyone was so distracted...

That no one noticed the solitary woman hidden within one of the alleys near the plaza.

A woman with ash-colored hair and green eyes, bearing something that revealed she was not one of Leyndell's inhabitants.

A scar upon her cheek.

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Riannon, Golden Avenue – Leyndell.

This world...

Was without a doubt the strangest one she had ever visited.

The magic was powerful.

Simply existing in this land nourished her in a way she had never believed possible, if she was being honest.

Merely setting foot within the city, touching the trees, and eating the food of these people...

Nourished Ciri in ways she had never imagined.

So far, Eredin and his band of idiots had not appeared, something for which she was profoundly grateful.

Oh, the fools had certainly tried.

But for some reason, when Ciri had arrived in this world with the Hunt pursuing her...

Something had simply sealed the portals shut almost instantly.

So quickly that only a pair of hounds and a single warrior had managed to cross before they closed, becoming easy prey for the young princess.

From then on, Ciri wandered calmly and cautiously throughout the mysterious, fertile, and magical land, which, apparently, seemed to be inhabited entirely by women of every kind.

Tree women...

Water women...

Women wreathed in flames...

Giant women...

It was not something that truly bothered her, considering that she enjoyed the female form just as much as the male one, and every inhabitant of this curious world was simply beautiful.

But the moment the Princess of Cintra entered the city...

The sacred Leyndell, as she had discovered it was called...

It was like stepping into paradise.

One from which she had no desire to awaken.

For days she wandered through the streets, sampled the delicious food, and even flirted with a few beautiful women, who mistook her for one of their own.

And all of them spoke of only one thing.

The Festival of Fertility.

Ciri had no idea what they meant at the time.

But after seeing it with her own eyes...

Damn...

The name hardly did it justice, in her opinion.

The King of this land—because of course the Sovereign of a realm inhabited exclusively by women had to be the only man—had appeared within the city.

A wizard, without a doubt.

One so monstrously powerful that he made the magic of the Aen Elle seem like nothing more than tavern tricks.

Simply standing in his presence caused both Ciri and the magic within her to tremble with pleasure.

Her womanhood became wet instantly, and her lust surged without restraint, undoubtedly a consequence of the Monarch's overwhelmingly dominant aura.

For a brief moment, Ciri considered approaching and joining the celebration.

But the last thing she needed was to draw attention to herself.

She did not want to be discovered and...

"Too late for that," a feminine voice said, firm and dangerous, at the very moment Ciri felt the kiss of a crimson blade against her neck, while the figure of a colossal red-haired woman appeared directly behind her.

"In the name of the Elden Lord, the Golden Lion of Leyndell and Sovereign of the Erdtree... you are under arrest."

And the last thing Ciri saw...

Was the Monarch rising to his feet completely naked, surrounded by every woman in the city...

And then...

Darkness.