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"Where did you go, coming back so late?" Alya's voice startled Draco as he entered the room. She was sitting on the cushion chair, dressed only in her bra and panties.

"Couldn't find any ounce of sleep, so I decided to take a stroll. One thing led to another, and I got delayed," Draco chuckled. "What about you?"

"I woke up suddenly and noticed you weren't in bed. I searched all around the room, but you were nowhere to be found," Alya said, her voice tinged with concern. "And I can smell ramen on you. What's in that white nylon?"

Draco was taken aback by Alya's keen sense of smell. "Wait, do you like ramen?"

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Alya blushed slightly before confidently replying, "Of course, I like it. Who doesn't like ramen?"

Seeing her expression, Draco chuckled. He could see the genuine love for ramen in her eyes. "There's a package with five types of ramen in here. Pick one and enjoy." He placed the package on the table near her.

Alya rushed over and opened the nylon, her nose twitching as she sniffed each type. "I smell Vegetable Ramen, Chilli Ramen, Cheese Ramen… Hmm, Beef Ramen, and plain ramen too."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Draco's jaw dropped. Alya had sorted the ramen just by scent.

"What?" Alya pouted, noticing Draco's astonishment, while he smiled, realizing he had discovered one of her weaknesses.

Her pout deepened as she noticed Draco's amusement, but her eyes remained fixed on the ramen, devouring it with excitement.

Draco's expression suddenly turned serious, catching Alya off guard. "Did something happen?" she asked.

He nodded and recounted everything that had occurred at the ramen shop, including his encounter with Jane.

"It seems you ladies have to leave," Draco said solemnly.

Alya had already begun eating her ramen and paused momentarily. "When you told us about what happened and who kidnapped Rose, I suspected there'd be retaliation from the Night Family. Your movements can't be completely hidden," she said, taking a deep breath.

"I know. They can't do anything to me, but I'm worried about you girls," Draco replied seriously.

"What are you both talking about?" a voice interrupted. They turned to see Adrianna, Rose, and Ivy entering the room in their bras and panties, still yawning. It was Rose who had spoken.

Draco glanced at them briefly. Their state of undress didn't faze him—he'd already seen them naked, so it wasn't a big deal.

He sat them down and explained everything that had happened at the ramen shop.

The girls fell into thought, shocked that something as simple as eating ramen could lead to provoking a powerful clan.

"I think you should come with us. You can't face the entire Night Clan alone. As the former young miss of the Everett Clan, I know the strength of the main clans. It's what's kept them standing to this day," Rose said solemnly.

"She's right. The Night Clan are descendants of the Four Heroes. There's no way their ancestors didn't leave behind something to protect their lineage. You can't face them on your own," Alya added.

"Yes, and if you insist on staying, then I'm staying with you, Darling," Ivy declared firmly.

"My brother asked me to ensure your safety. Since you're in danger, I can't leave you to face this alone," Adrianna said.

Draco's heart warmed at their words. He realized they were trying to prevent him from facing this alone, and if they couldn't stop him, they were prepared to stand by his side.

"You guys..." Draco began, but his words were cut off as Alya leaned in and kissed him, sealing his lips. His face turned red as she giggled, pulling away.

The others, seeing this, pouted. Before Draco could react, he felt another kiss. His face turned even redder as each girl took her turn.

Even Lyraea appeared, transforming into her mature form briefly to give Draco her kiss.

By the end of it, Draco's face was flushed red. Anyone witnessing this would find it hard to believe that this was the same man who had been on a killing spree just hours ago.

This side of him was utterly different.

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IN THE NIGHT CLAN

A middle-aged man watched a young man who was asleep, though his body trembled in terror. The trauma was overwhelming; it seemed it would take a long time for the young man to heal.

A young man, born into riches and pampered all his life, had been tortured to the point that his entire being was broken. He should have died, but Draco had used his skills to keep him alive, forcing him to endure different kinds of pain.

However, if he could overcome this hurdle, his entire life would transform, and his journey as an Originat Cultivator would be smooth sailing.

"Have you called the doctor?" Deus bellowed.

"Yes, he said he's on his way," a shadowy figure appeared, kneeling respectfully as he reported. "Also, Dark has returned from the assassination mission."

Deus smiled before loudly asking, "Did she bring his head for me to stomp on and feed to the birds?" His face twisted with hatred.

Deus's hatred for Draco had reached its peak, surpassing all limits. He vowed never to rest until Draco was dead. The thought of his son being tortured and reduced to this state filled him with an unquenchable rage.

"I don't see any head in her hands. I think it's likely she failed the mission," the shadow said carefully.

"What do you mean?" Deus roared in anger, only to quickly lower his voice upon realizing his outburst had nearly woken his son.

"Let's go." Deus cast one last glance at his son before leaving the room.

In what appeared to be a study room, Deus sat on his chair. A young lady, Jane, stood before him and bowed deeply.

"Where is his head?" Deus asked angrily.

"I underestimated the enemy and allowed him to escape," Jane explained.

"What do you mean?" Deus shouted, hurling a book at her. Jane did not flinch, standing still as the book struck her.

After several minutes of ranting, Deus finally calmed down. "I will give you another chance. Take a part of the Night to assist you. But if you fail again, you will only meet your sister's corpse," Deus sneered, dismissing Jane.

Jane clenched her fists tightly, her humiliation evident as she left the room.

"Master, are you truly going to let her go?" the shadow asked.

"Why would I?" Deus sneered. "Whether she succeeds or not, that girl's sister dies today. We'll simply tell her Shane did something to deserve it."

The shadow nodded, impressed by his master's manipulative thinking.

What neither of them realized was that a hidden figure had overheard everything.

"How dare they!" the figure roared silently in her mind. It was Jane.

Jane had a twin sister, Shane, who was captured by the Night Family. Shane, though an ordinary person, was incredibly talented. The bond between the sisters was strong, and the Night Family used Shane to control Jane, forcing her to do the clan's dirty work. Jane endured it all for the sake of her sister's life.

"It's time to put an end to this," Jane thought determinedly.

A Few Minutes Later

A figure burst into Deus's study, panting heavily. "Clan Head, bad news!" the figure stammered, trembling.

"What happened?" Deus demanded, his mind racing with thoughts of an attack by one of the main clans.

"It's Dark—she broke into the prison and escaped with the prisoner!" the figure reported.

"HOW DARE SHE?" Deus roared, standing up abruptly.

"Find her and bring her back. I will make her regret her actions!" he ordered, his fury palpable.