C23 The Calm Night on the Romantic Beach

The midday sun blazed fiercely over Marianath Beach, its scorching rays beating down on the sands. Ostar had ambitions to transform this beach into a bustling tourist destination. Yet, the alchemists of the Strange World Continent hadn't managed to invent sun protection gear, presenting a significant hurdle to developing beach tourism.

Despite the challenges, securing the allegiance of the Twin Tribe's leaders, sisters Clairna and Claia, was a notable triumph for Ostar. With their approval, the Twin Tribe was effectively his, doubling the number of primitive tribes in his corner.

"Lord... My Lord, I will follow your arrangements without question," Clairna affirmed.

"Lord, my sister received more than I did. That's not fair," Claia protested.

"Alright, each of you will have your share. You've both been through so much, never even knowing these things were edible," Ostar consoled them.

Beneath the shade of a makeshift pavilion, Clairna and Claia, now somewhat rejuvenated, sat beside Ostar with endearing smiles. Their closeness belied the once fraught tension between them—a tension that had nearly escalated to a life-or-death struggle.

At heart, these two lolis were seasoned food enthusiasts, previously unaware that crabs were edible or how to properly enjoy coconuts—eating only the flesh and neglecting the juice. Ostar's tutelage had flung open the doors to a culinary new world, and their adoration for the Gentleman Prince soared, proving that foodies are indeed easy to please.

Observing the sisters' charming expressions, Ostar wrestled with a twinge of guilt, feeling akin to a lolicon who sweet-talks young girls, though he held to his principles and was no mere flatterer.

The lolita sisters were so captivated by the culinary delights before them that they seemed oblivious to their own enticing appearances. Their pale skin remained unblemished by sweat. Ostar noticed, upon an accidental brush of skin, that the lolis' body temperatures were cooler than those of the typical Human Clan, likely a trait of their unique racial attributes, making them impervious to the heat.

Ostar was exercising the utmost restraint. Both Clairna and Claia boasted chest sizes around a C cup, and as they leaned forward, their breasts swayed rhythmically with each breath, captivating to the point where it was difficult to divert one's gaze, particularly from the enticing rosy pink of their nipples.

Glancing downward, Ostar's eyes briefly lingered on the enigmatic triangle below their navels. As a transmigrator, he had seen his fair share of adult films before his journey to this Strange World, so he wasn't entirely unprepared. Nonetheless, he quickly averted his eyes.

The sisters were, after all, part demon, possessing certain slime-like abilities and attributes. For Ostar, the notion of taking liberties was out of the question. A moment's carelessness could result in his "tools of the trade" being dissolved by their mucus, a loss far outweighing any potential gain. Moreover, Ostar couldn't yet confirm the sisters' actual ages. Given the differing methods of age calculation between the Human and Demon Clans, he dared not act hastily, lest they be underage, which would be more than just a little embarrassing.

"Lord, you can handle the pier's construction. Our tribe is ready to help. But, won't those lowly outsiders seize the chance to invade our tribe?" they asked with concern.

"Lord, please don't take offense; my sister wasn't referring to you. You're not like those despicable outsiders; you're truly exceptional," they clarified.

"Rest assured, the arriving fleet is friendly. Others wishing to use the pier must have my consent, or there will be no discussion," Ostar assured them confidently.

"With your promise, Lord, my sister and I have no reservations," they expressed their trust.

"Lord, we will wholeheartedly support your decisions," they pledged their support.

With that, Clairna and Claia consented to Ostar's pier construction plan, thereby becoming the second tribe in the Bloomfield Region to acknowledge the sovereignty of New Lord Ostar.

This was a departure from the Underground Tribe's previous stance. Their matriarch, "Mouse Lady" Rosie, remained skeptical of Ostar. Her cooperation was granted more out of respect for the Nolan Tias people's leader, the White Witch Gonias, than from genuine fealty.

The Clairna and Claia sisters, however, were a different story. These food-loving lolis were utterly devoted. Ostar had promised them a veritable feast; as long as they heeded the New Lord, a future filled with delectable treats and sumptuous meals was guaranteed.

The formidable lolita sisters were easily appeased with crabmeat and coconut juice, much to the delight of food lovers. Had the Oberiske Empire Expeditionary Force, which had previously suffered a heavy blow from these same sisters, known that Prince Ostia had so effortlessly subdued them, they might have been plunged into a deep sulk.

The construction capabilities of the primitive tribe were limited. For now, Ostar could only manage to erect a rudimentary dock at Marianas Beach. The Twin Tribe, with their available manpower and technology, couldn't possibly construct a massive port.

Nevertheless, the simple dock would suffice for the time being. The thousand-strong Underground Tribe was preoccupied with cultivating new crops, particularly potatoes, and couldn't lend a hand with the dock's construction. With over six thousand members, the Twin Tribe could take on the task, but even with full mobilization, it would take them well over half a month, given the inadequate tools and the inability to accelerate the process.

"Lord Ostar, have you considered enlisting the help of the Hidden Treasure Tribe? With their population of over twenty thousand, they could significantly aid in the dock construction," someone suggested.

"My lord, the Hidden Treasure Tribe has always been at odds with us. Mira, in particular, has never seen eye to eye with us sisters. You might want to steer clear of that tribe," another cautioned.

"I'll take that into account. For tonight, I'll stay with your tribe and mull over these matters tomorrow," Ostar decided.

The Hidden Treasure Tribe resided in the Micullus Mountains behind Marianas Beach, part of the Nolanthias people, yet they dwelled within mountain caves. Clairna and Claia had informed that this tribe boasted a population exceeding twenty thousand, living year-round in the caverns.

Rumors swirled that these caves housed relics from an ancient civilization, which had propelled the tribe to prosperity. The veracity of these tales remained unconfirmed, as no one from the other tribes had ever set foot inside their caves. However, the tribe's possession of seemingly advanced equipment lent some credibility to the legends.

Ostar didn't dwell on these rumors. In a spontaneous change of plans, he forewent returning to his temporary residence and instead chose to spend the night with the Twin Tribe, embracing the hospitality of their humble abode.

Matriarch Clairna and the Claia sisters warmly welcomed Ostar and his companions, offering them lodging in the matriarch's spacious log cabin. Little did Ostar know, his impromptu decision would serendipitously alter the destiny of an entire tribe. Without his presence, the history of that primitive tribe might have come to an abrupt end.

As evening approached, the temperature at Marianath Beach finally became bearable, a welcome relief from the day's scorching heat. By nightfall, the coastal sands offered a cool respite. The weary members of the Twin Tribe retreated to their village homes for some well-deserved rest.

Ostar, along with his maidservants, including Chris, also sought repose in the log cabin belonging to Clairna and Claia. Surprisingly, the dwelling of the two young sisters was significantly larger than Ostar's own temporary lordly abode on the outskirts of the Bloomfield Region.

Ostar couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed. As a lord, it was quite a blow to his pride that his own mansion was smaller than that of a tribal chief under his rule. Thankfully, the residents of the Bloomfield Domain, still living in a primitive society, were largely oblivious to such matters and paid little heed to the lord's predicaments.

For over a decade, Ostar had shared his quarters with his exclusive maidservant, Chris, and it had become second nature to him. Now, the only change was the addition of a few more occupants. Yulia and Sofia, also serving as exclusive maidservants, had taken on the role of guards and insisted on sharing the room with Ostar under the guise of fulfilling their protective duties.

"Lord Ostar, I wish you sweet dreams. I'll head to the next room..."

"Gonias, my dear, you're a maidservant too. No need for exceptions, stay with us!"

"Well... I'll think about it..."

"No need to ponder, come join us!"

Before Ostar could even respond, Chris and the others had preemptively made the decision. They stepped forward and gently coaxed the White Witch Gonias, who was attempting to leave. With a blush painting her cheeks, Gonias found herself unable to resist the pull of her fellow maidservants and shyly made her way back into the room.

Ostar was far from a paragon of virtue, and he saw no reason to turn down such an easy opportunity. Thus, he feigned ignorance and kept his opinions to himself, acting as if he were none the wiser.

Tonight was arguably the most pleasurable one Ostar had experienced since his arrival in the Plane Strange World Continent. In the past, Chris's constant presence prevented him from indulging in the liberties taken by other imperial princes, who at a tender age, would have their way with the maidservants, engaging in all manner of unspeakable acts and prematurely entering the realm of adulthood.

Chris, being of a different race, was off-limits to Ostar, no matter how attractive she was, until he could ascertain her racial attributes. However, things changed upon reaching the Middle Continent. Although Chris remained close, she seemed to have received special instructions from Empress Marguerite III before departing, and she no longer opposed the presence of additional girls around Ostar. This shift granted Ostar a newfound freedom in certain respects.

Chris, Sofia, and Yulia didn't retire to bed but instead chose positions around the large bed, sitting in a triangular formation and meditating, reminiscent of mages in deep contemplation. Their arrangement effectively shielded the bed where Ostar lay at the center.

White Witch Gonias didn't need to adopt the same meditative posture as Chris and the others. Coaxed by the trio, the golden-haired beauty climbed onto the bed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, to provide the Lord with her nightly services.

Initially, Gonias resisted, but eventually, she yielded to the overwhelming situation. After all, she had set the stage herself by admitting to being the New Lord's maidservant upon their first meeting, and offering such services was not an unreasonable request within the duties of a maidservant.

In the mountainous region behind Marianath Beach, the Hidden Treasure Tribe made an unprecedented move by dispatching a large force to advance toward the beach area. Utilizing the cover of darkness, they planned a nocturnal assault on the Twin Tribe.

The Twin Tribe and the Hidden Treasure Tribe were both part of the Nolan Tias people. Due to the Hidden Treasure Tribe's discretion, the two had not engaged in any wars or conflicts for many years. While their relationship was lukewarm, there was no deep-seated enmity between them.

It's baffling what went through the minds of the Hidden Treasure Tribe tonight. They shattered the longstanding peace between the two tribes, dispatching half of their fully armed members for a nocturnal raid on the Twin Tribe.

The magnitude of this assault suggests an intent to annihilate their rival. They seemed indifferent to the presence of the newly appointed Lord Ostar, who was spending the night in the Twin Tribe's territory. It's conceivable that they were aware of his stay and chose to strike deliberately.