Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

Apparently Ailen was fine to avoid the internet if it allowed him to avoid vegans. A smile came to Anais's face as she realized that this would help but there were few ways to completely avoid human stupidity. "Hai hai, there are some nuances to that... you might actually enjoy the internet, a bit but supervision at least~" she corrected herself. As a person who liked learning the internet could be used as an effective tool, avoiding the echo chambers of stupidity only required a bit of navigational guidance. And soon after they were standing side by side washing their hands. It was quite nice, spending this kind of time with her mentor, Anais quite enjoyed it. What was more he concluded that all of the sausages had been handled and Anais smiled, just a little smirk as her inner self spoke once more, 'Not yours, Shishou~ But don't worry, we'll take care of that~' her internal self teased. Of course, Anais was also aboard of this.

Meanwhile, Sakura followed Charlemagne's lead moving to join him on the other side of the table. She didn't know why he did this, but decided to follow his lead when dealing with Astolfo in these more normal situation. In fact, she tended to follow Charlemagne about dealing with his friends in the first place as she didn't have much to go on about them. "Sou ka," Sakura said to the idea that it was sometimes better not to question Astolfo's actions. At the same time, Astolfo seemed to answer Anais's question. "Sou ka, so you're fine then," she said knowing Olga a bit better than some of the others as she did initially squire for her. Olga was the type to toss Astolfo around for groping her, but not with enough force to actually hurt him... though she did have the strength given her own fighting ability. Moving on though, Hands were washed and dried and now Anais was waiting looking at her mentor with wide eyes as they moved on to the next thing. "How bad is pacing normally?" Sakura asked curious about the nature of things.

[Bloodedge]

Ailen hesitated after hearing there were nuances to the internet. He didn't know why it was a big deal at all, but he would trust whatever Anais had to say on the matter. "Then I will leave myself in your care, if you believe it is something worth pursuing," he said with a curt nod, willing to follow whatever the elafia suggested. Moving on, he began drying his hands before pulling forward a jar of sparkling grains to begin the crepe batter. "The sausages should cook themselves from within. When exposed to cold, the meat moves all of its warmth inward and amplifies it. When the ice is melted, we will know they've been cooked thoroughly," he explained.

Astolfo was perfectly fine, as made obvious by the way he received a blade to the forehead. On the other hand, he could never be called fine mentally. Charlemagne knew this well enough that he fled to the opposite side of their dinner table, only to be joined by Sakura. 'Good choice,' he thought, sighing aloud at the other male. As for Sakura, she wondered how the pacing of these things usually went. Frankly, Charlemagne could only call it... askew. How could he explain it properly? It all began with a single elevated finger. "Make the plan," he said before lifting a second finger. "Execute the plan," he added. With that, there was a third finger raised. "Expect the plan to go off the rails," he tossed in. Finally, a fourth finger was lifted. "Throw away the plan. Those are the four steps of the Survivors, now the Peers. Most times, we go through steps three and four without finishing step two. That's normal pacing, and... pretty much the reason step three exists in the first place."

[Apollymi]

Ailen was placing his faith in his apprentice. She'd easily help him navigate most things from her own world. She couldn't help but feel pleased by his faith in her, even if it was her plan to torture him, she liked being trusted. "Hai~" Anais said a grin growing on her face. What else was happening here? Well, after hands were dried an explanation was given about the cooking of the sausages. Apparently they could be cold cooked, or rather being exposed to cold would make the sausages cook themselves from the inside out. "That is an interesting method of cooking..." Anais managed to say. She watched as he pulled out his next set of ingredients and figured it would be best to allow him to set up his next aspect of cooking before attacking him.

In the meantime, Charlemagne was explaining to Sakura how their group normally progressed and why... he found his current progression refreshing. She heard out his apparent steps and nodded her understanding. It would seem there was an expected amount of failure and flexibility expected. "It sounds like there are more variables than I would expect for a plan with such a solid basis," she said carefully. "Yeah, step three is part of all plans for.. volatile variables," Anais confirmed for the girl. She looked to Astolfo and wondered if he counted as a volatile variable, given Charlemagne's expression she could assume that. Perhaps there were more things at play when planning activities around humans? She'd have to give that a bit of thought when she offered advice perhaps more observation was needed. She understood people to be easily distracted by their desires. She was watching Anais wrestle hers, seemingly waiting for the right moment to quietly attack her father. "Having to throw away a plan before you can execute it sounds problematic and maybe illogical..." said said seeming to be thinking about it. Her own abilities could be used to keep certain things in line but she needed to understand fully these volatile variables. "How do you know when you need to throw it out?" she questioned, that information would help her better use her own abilities.

[Bloodedge]

Ailen nodded once more. This particular meat was among the most interesting to cook, if only due to how it was prepared. Very few foods could make their own cooking conditions. "Isn't it? There are so many fascinating things, and this is far from an exception. Just think of what the mana is doing inside those sausages right now; it's exciting!" he chanted. Meanwhile, the elf busied himself with that glimmering grain, gently mixing a few scoops of it into a bowl of milk until it began to form a thin batter. "You'll have to pardon my wristwork. I hear the people of France are very particular about the texture of a crepe," he said, stirring as a careful alchemist always would.

Meanwhile, Astolfo remained oblivious to being nearly singled-out. He did, however, listen intently to a very familiar mantra... and an even more familiar group name. "Ooh, we should go back to Survivors! Y'know, cos... we survived and stuff!" he insisted. Charlemagne sighed upon hearing the other male's suggestion, but... "That's a surprisingly good reason, but we're way past that now. How would that even work? We become the Survivors with a sub-group of the Twice-Survivors? As if!" he countered. Regardless, Sakura had more to add to their current, more relevant discussion. She found the act of throwing away a plan illogical, just as Charlemagne figured she would. The young Child of Wisdom had much learning to do yet. "People aren't logical," he said plainly. As for how one knew when to throw a plan away, Charlemagne figured an example could be produced easily enough. "Hmm. Let's put it this way! Let's say I'm a terrible guy who's running my village into poverty due to my own gluttonous ways, but you were commissioned by my very innocent children to help the village without taking me out entirely. What's your plan?"

[Apollymi]

Ailen was definitely a scientist first and foremost. He held a certain amount of excitement towards the differing method of cooking the particular ingredient he'd chosen. He was excited by the way it worked and that was... cute to Anais. She enjoyed anyone who could get excited or passionate about things, and her mentor would be no exception. It made Anais quite happy and a bit frisky beyond her existing thoughts. With Ailen's hands busy and her other friends engaged in active conversation the lass absently used the hand closest to Ailen to free his cock from his breeches while commenting on his supposed wrist work, she'd take up her own wrist work and explain the finer details of French crepe making as she understood it. With her current positioning blocking the elf and her now steadily moving hand from view. Gentle initially was her stroke but it had a graceful rhythm with an oddly precise and new technique including the movement of her thumb occasionally over his tip. "Wristwork is quite important, Shishou..." she teased gently. "Crepes are apparently supposed to be quite delicate. You simply don't want to create too many bubbles in the batter and according to Livvy, who makes the best ones by far. You have to be quite precise in the mixture and then let it rest a bit before cooking so the rest of the bubbles have time to disperse...." she added. There was no reason she couldn't actually help him out...while helping him out. All the while she managed to look as innocent as she did when she entered the kitchen in the first place.

At the same time, Sakura knew and understood what was now happening in the kitchen. Humans did lack logic but at least some made sense to her. Still now that she understood this play of dangerous but uncaught, she'd make sure not to comment on the activities of the elafia and the elf within the kitchen. Happily they could continue while, "Hm, I suppose it would be odd to take back a name like that. Though I do like the idea of a story like that..." Sakura mentioned. Anais to the surprise of Sakura also made a random comment, if only to avoid being unusually quiet. "Name might need a bit of workshopping~" she spoke those words while her hand took on a slightly firmer grip with its constant rhythm. Soon after, Sakura was given a thought exercise which she'd gladly undertake. "If killing is off the table, then the next best option is imprisoning the bad leader, and making sure the resources get to the individuals who need them... So, I would likely recommend imprisoning him while he sleeps and doing everything to help the rest of the village while he is locked away. Or exiled I suppose that would work as well," she said. Her thought process being pretty sound assuming a logical progression.

[Bloodedge]

As Ailen gradually worked a whisk through the crepe batter, he was... aided by Anais in a manner most unexpected. She reached out, but her hand did not guide him ─ at least not toward better crepe-making. Instead, she was reaching into his breeches and taking hold of him by the root. "Ah─" he said as if responding to her comment about wristwork. In truth, all he offered was an utterance of shock to this sudden turn of events. This was the sort of behavior he'd come to expect of Yume. Anais had done a few sneaky things thus far, yet nothing so utterly blunt as of yet. "That is... rather good advice. I'm sure there will be very few issues dispersing the bubbles, though... I'm also sure you're proving how much better your technique is than mine," he rambled while that casual stirring continued ─ mostly unimpeded.

Sakura agreed that returning their group to its original name would be strange, though she fancied the story attached to it. It was the sort of story their group had originally, albeit not in such literal terms. Charlemagne agreed however, with Anais; the extra name was no good. "Yeah, no way I'm going with Twice-Anything. I like Peers as it is," he affirmed. Now then, what would Sakura's answer to his hypothetical scenario be? Without killing the alleged village leader, she would imprison him in his sleep and enforce change during said imprisonment. Charlemagne thought that was a decent first thought, but some details were missing. "Not so fast. No taking the village leader out in any way. No killing, no displacing, no exile. Your commission is to fix the leader's problems, which will fix the village's problems," he clarified. In truth, Charlemagne was pulling one of many stories from his own past in Aincrad. This particular adventure occurred not too long ago in the grand scheme of things; he knew just when things would go awry.

[Apollymi]

A surprised utterance escaped Ailen initially, which could have simply been him gaining understanding. The truth was, he was becoming more familiar with the truly devious nature of his apprentice. She continued stroking his manhood with her newfound technique, making sure the firmness of her grip and its applied pressure were what she wanted them to be. Oddly enough she'd already become capable of carrying on a normal conversation while involved in sexual activities due to this man's own machinations. It only made it easier for her to continue working his shaft beneath the countertop while carrying on their conversation. "Iia, I'm sure it's nothing so serious... I've just had a bit of practice with this dish~" she stated. So easy was it for her to make innocent conversation just a little flirty. No matter, he seemed to be doing fine stirring and as such she began to firm her grip just a bit, moving her wrist gently as she moved up the entirety of his shaft. That gentle almost twisting motion which she could have easily provided with a two handed grip, was being provided with a single hand in a show of dexterity. Still... there was a different kind of conversation happening and she'd keep an ear open to it while working a shaft within her hands. Perhaps she'd get herself a pre-breakfast snack out of this whole thing~

In the meantime, it would seem that Charlemagne was in agreement about the nature of that new name potential. He didn't much like the idea of twice anything and the Peers had a certain ring to it, which made it generally acceptable. "Peers sounds very democratic and liberal. I am fond of it," Anais mentioned. Of course, Survivors had its own appeal but she wasn't one to cross hairs for any reason. Instead it would be Sakura who was back on the chopping board pretty soon after. If she remembered, she'd congratulate Anais on her ability to carry on two very different conversations at the same time as sexual activity. Such a thing wasn't generally expected of many in Munetsuchi. She was quite a fine addition to the circle which surrounded her parents. Speaking of those people, she'd be leaning on her understanding of them as she was given more stipulations to work with in response to her particular thought exercise. "This is making less sense as it continues..." she said plainly. "Disenfranchisement is a simple solution to handle such a problem... if someone is no longer capable of functioning at capacity and you know their way is destructive to the goals, pushing them out would be the simplest solution overall. If I am being honest, I figure it would be easier to get the kids to agree to pushing the man out than it would be to actually get him to change without killing him," she said with a definite nod. A smile crossed Anais's face, 'I guess that makes the Emperor of Qin's influence very obvious,' she thought, though she already understood the extra problems, they were some she faced herself. Sakura gave it a bit more thought. "I suppose the first step would be creating a surplus of whatever things were being used gluttonously and making sure they got where they needed to be first. Then figure out how to change the behavior of the glutton before he catches up to the new surplus, install supervision for him? That might work if you aren't going to remove him. Though that does make a few assumptions I can't be sure of given the variables," she offered a new three-step plan. More complicated but still with a few merits to go.

[Bloodedge]

Between that demoness and his own apprentice, Ailen seemed fated to never again cook a meal without somehow being serviced during the cooking process. One stark difference between the two was the discussion kept up throughout such acts. Well, there was another thing to go along with that. When Yume chose to distract him, she did so on her knees using her mouth. Anais's approach involved no major movements except the previously unseen stroking method taken by her hand. Between the constant adjustment of firmness and those unusual wrist movements, Ailen wasn't sure what to do with himself. He could hardly focus on mixing batter, though it seemed his wrist was naturally taking on the same pattern as Anais's, to a much better end. "It is indeed a very practiced technique; I can tell. By all means, you may show my ignorant self the full breadth of your experience, and I will be better for it," he chimed.

Anais claimed to be fond of the name Peers. Their group was known as the Survivors long, long ago, but had been the Peers since some time before Anais's arrival. The elafia's preference for their more modern name was clear. "I'm pretty sure the same goes for all of us. We're definitely not changing it back," Charlemagne replied. With that, his eyes were on Sakura as she worked through a rather problematic hypothetical commission. There was a cheeky grin on his face while he listened to her issues. "I can see how you got there, but that's not always a good idea. Even if a leader is terrible, replacing them with force leads to infighting under future leadership. There are always going to be voices claiming it was one big setup ─ mostly from apologists," he explained briefly. Sakura went through her plan. She had an interesting way of going about it. Charlemagne kept his ear open while pulling his playing cards out onto the table. He placed the King in the center, the Queen and Ace together nearby, and the Joker nearby as well. Other cards of various suits were scattered around to take the place of villagers in his little representation. "Not a bad plan. It sounds like something Turpin would say, but... what if I said the next part of your job involves you realizing there's nothing wrong with the village chief?" he asked. In that moment, he collected a few pieces of silverware from the table, moving them all toward the King card. "All the resources are disappearing, and they can only be taken by the chief. You've got a good plan to stop him, so... are you still stopping him? The only thing you've seen him do since getting here, has been care for his children, and for the village that now hates him."

[Apollymi]

The oddity of the movements of Anais's hand and wrist were setting her apart. She could easily keep up the casual conversation she was having like this and even note the 'wristwork' of her mentor. It would seem that his batter was coming along nicely enough. She seemed to be leaning over, still blocking what she was doing but her peeking over gave her the opportunity to allow a gentle dribble of saliva from her mouth down to his exposed cock. Specifically under her thumb. She'd spread it around that way and shift the feeling of this particular hand based action. Her movements became smoother still and her firmed grip became a bit more sensational. "Hai!~ I'm sure you'll make good use of it~" Anais mentioned about the full use of her technique. This was a surprisingly easy thing to do, and now with her hand slipping around in that whisking motion a bit easier, she was sure she'd help the man along the tension in his manhood would surely signal when he reached the proper state to offer her a before breakfast snack.

Speaking of moving on, Charlemagne was busy speaking on their groups current name. It'd been the Peers since before Anais had showed up, even so, it seemed that everyone was fond of the new name, so Charlemagne in typical fashion wouldn't be trying to change. it. "Hai!~" Anais mentioned happy enough to keep contributing to the conversation and thus avoid drawing any wandering eyes towards herself. Actually, it'd be nice to be able to hide something like this a bit better... perhaps she should look into it. 'Oh? Are we developing slut skills? We already have some, you just have to know how to use 'em!~' Sinais chattered away in her mind? Did she? Well... she'd have to think about it. Now, Sakura was getting more of a lesson about the nature of humans. Removing the previous village chief would lead to infighting and apologists. A sign escaped her, she supposed if someone thought it was unfair it could potentially lead to more problems. "I understand. Though this definitely seems well out of the way for a problem to be solved by a group of adventurers," she stated honestly. It was quite a complex issue but she was sure there was a solution to it somewhere. Now she was receiving a visual and in seeing it, was being given an understanding of the situation which she could worth with a bit easier. There was also more context being given. Now this leader wasn't the bad guy, but he was obviously still the one responsible for the disarray. "Turpin is logical. I like Turpin..." she said of the friend who was apparently closer to her own form of logic. "Turpin is really kind but also oblivious... can't see the forest for the trees," Anais commented. "Sou ka..." Sakura murmured. There was something here which was obvious and she didn't quite notice it. The explanation at the chief was still doing good, but could also be the only one taking the things lead to another thought process. "If there is nothing really wrong with the chief then figuring out his motivation for his wrong doing and removing it is the best idea. The kids obviously aren't negative influences, they don't want you hurting their dad, and maybe have information... so then what's missing?" she asked, this was quite the curious case, and she was very interested in it. Even more so than the debauchery and desires she was sensing from the kitchen. People were so interesting.

[Bloodedge]

One simple instance of cooking was too much to ask for in Ailen's case. On the other hand, though, he wouldn't have asked for anything different if the opportunity presented itself. Of course, he was eventually being kept from any reasonable amount of work. A stream of drool from Anais's own mouth cascaded onto his tip, only to be rubbed in as lubricant to enhance the better experience of his day. Who needed to focus on cooking anyway? Certainly not Ailen, who had one hand against the counter for support as he leaned forward. "I can see a great many uses for it. It's almost a waste to use such technique on a simple breakfast, no?" he questioned partially in rhetoric. It truly was a shame; this would have been a moment to enjoy with full immersion under any other circumstance. Alas, that wouldn't stop the elf from enjoying himself thoroughly in the moment ─ even though there were crepes just waiting to be poured over a hot skillet. Oh well; those things could wait a bit. "I suppose I'll wait to pour these. The sausages will take a bit. Though... there is still the salad and tea."

Apparently, Sakura liked the one called Turpin for being... logical. Charlemagne paused, considering the mental and moral mannerisms of the Archbishop before offering his retort. "I guess? Though it's not exactly something he'd do because it's logical. Turpin always picks the path that harms the least people, physically and mentally. He's nice," Charlemagne decided. Moving on, the story was becoming rather interesting with Sakura's thought process applied. She wondered what was missing if the chief was not a bad person, and that just happened to be the point. "What's missing is the most important part. See, levying is completely normal, even though this example is beyond extreme. But... this isn't levying," he explained while pointing to the Joker card. "Because well-executed extortion looks exactly the same from the outside. Only the chief himself knows that everything in his coffers is being taken out to make his brother, the next in-line to be chief, look like the new village hero when he takes over."

[Apollymi]

Ailen might never be able to cook like a normal elf again. Even so, Anais wouldn't be complaining if she was the one causing the distractions. It was quite fun for her to distract her mentor from his work. Even right now, she was quite enjoying the look of him leaning against the countertop, seemingly catching his breath or perhaps just waiting for the griddle to reach the optimum temperature. All the while that slickened hand seemed to be having quite the good time. "Well, it is a bit different but thinking of other applications is a good way to use new information~" she claimed also in rhetoric. In truth she was using information garnered from her dreams and other bodies to properly abuse the body of her elf mentor. He was also enjoying himself, which was rather important to the elafia, as always she wanted to provide an enjoyable experience to those she was sharing herself with, speaking of enjoying... Ailen had a bit more to say about waiting on the crepes a bit for the sake of constructing his salad and brewing tea. What a brilliant excuse for the pair of them to disappear into a pantry for a few moments without any need for interruption. "Of course, managing the different aspects is important. Between the two of us, we should be able to reach everything in the pantry that you need with relative ease. And you can explain the new ingredients to me!~" she chimed that hand of hers still moving and her body still blocking the visual of his cock from her side. They could easy make their way into the pantry for extra items without arousing any extra suspicion. 'Woohooo!~ Pre-breakfast workout and I didn't even have to suggest it, nice job Shishou!~' chimed Sinais who was somehow just as pleased as her external self, this level of devious was flawless.

At the same time, Charlemagne was getting to the important part of his explanation and expanding the horizons of Sakura at the same time. The human element was always one which would require a bit more work, after all... her human father was the one most sparingly seen by the girl. Turpin according to Charlemagne wasn't exactly logical, he took the route of niceness, choosing to do the least harm to the most people while being helpful. "Yes, the logical way..." she claimed, which made it obvious that Sakura didn't necessarily separate kindness from logic. The complexity of this hypothetical situation was expanding before Sakura's eyes. This wasn't a matter of levying or anything like that... according to Charles, an outside influence was indeed gaining the extra material wealth to make himself look good, while discrediting the man already in charge. She heard this explanation and frowned slightly. "But he was already in line to take over... it's completely unnecessary for him to discredit his predecessor. What is his motive?" she asked in a straightforward manner. "Also if he's that negative why didn't anyone else notice?" she asked curiously, surely humans weren't so underdeveloped that they ignored malice when it presented itself...a person didn't just appear malicious out of nowhere. This also made no sense to her... as a person with a long life, whose livelihood and prestige weren't necessarily locked behind the works of someone else, she couldn't possibly understand the motivations of the person represented by the Joker card.

[Bloodedge]

Under any normal circumstance, Ailen would have been done cooking in the next five or so minutes, including the wait time on sausages. It seemed five minutes wasn't very likely anymore ─ not with Anais responding to his recent words the way she was. She spoke of the pantry, where they could both surely find necessary ingredients for salad and tea. He didn't really need access to it, given the depth of his satchel... but surely she knew that. Indeed, a quick trip to the pantry was an excellent idea. "Hmm. You're right. It is rather difficult for me to reach things that are much lower, which is where many of the ingredients for Moonblossom Salad should be stored. Let's peruse," he suggested, finally managing to push away from the counter without losing too much of his composure. Anais had not yet loosed his cock, and he didn't seem keen to let her do so. Even within her grasp, the elf was beginning his move toward the pantry just around the corner behind them. It seemed the others weren't looking toward the kitchen anyway.

Sakura insisted that Turpin was doing things the logical way. Her thought progress was most interesting, yet it seemed to still be lacking an understanding of humanity. "Hard disagree. Sometimes, you can't approach things with the intention of not hurting anyone. Being too optimistic about things like that is just a way to get more people hurt," he argued. As for her issues regarding the story at hand, he'd seen the very same complaints before. "He was already in line to take over. But, he was following the legacy of the existing chief, who became the village hero in his younger years. His brother wanted to become a hero chief, but he wasn't a warrior. As for malice, well... it wasn't like he had an aggressive approach or anything. Nobody could see it on the surface because he was just an ordinary, crotchety old man. His issue was being too invested in his own unearned glory."

[Apollymi]

Anais and Ailen were sneaking off, so it seemed. The collection of the materials for Moonblossom Salad were to be found in the lower reaches of the pantry. Along they went conveniently out of sight and to a quite place. All the while there was quite the devious little smirk on Anais's face. "Hai!~" she chimed to the idea of perusing for materials while knowing full well she had no intention of really doing much of that to start with. Within the pantry she found it to be spaced with solid shelving which were impossible to see around and thus made it impossible for anyone to sneak up on them. 'Nice! This place was made for this!~' she confirmed within her mind. 'Hell yeah, now... bend that ass over for Shishou!~' Sinais teased her other self. At some point in the future, Anais might get used to the idea that she was flirting with herself a bit, but it wasn't now. A little blush appeared on her face as after finding herself solidly enough within the space to properly tempt her mentor she gave his cock one last winding little stroke before turning around and bending over at the waist. Hidden between the shelves she took a look down at the bottom shelves. Her legs were spread apart she was still perched on her tiptoes and now her hands were gently resting palm down against the floor for the sake of stability. "So, Shishou~ I have a pretty good view down here. How's it up there?~" she asked in a manner most teasing. Of course, she was oddly enough without her leggings and only a small golden string thong was presently covering her rear. It had a small heart-shaped opening over the very top of her ass.

As those two wandered off, Charles got into the greater details about humans and how to mediate them. Apparently he thought being too optimistic could be a bad thing. "Sou ka..." she said taking that advice under her general thoughts. She didn't know when it might be useful but it was still worth keeping track of. Upon hearing the rest of the information, Sakura could only be more confused. "So, this man was jealous of his brother, and even though he was going to have the same job and could have just advanced the agenda or helped in some other way, he decided his best course of action was sabotage?" she summarized. "So can we kill him? I think if I found that out my original plan becomes better..." she said with a firm nod. Ah and just the same, Yume was finally stirring after her long soak, coming to a realization that her arm had developed something of a burn. Her wrist felt a bit loose which made her wonder what her friend had been up to? Maybe breakfast was rather vigorous today... it was easy to assume some sort of whipping was being done.

[Bloodedge]

Off to the pantry they went, whilst neither party had any intentions of finding ingredients just yet. Ailen was basically dragged along by the dick, even receiving another of those unusual, yet oh so pleasant strokes once they were inside. "That really is an interesting technique you've picked up," he whispered as commentary. Now safely within the pantry, Ailen witnessed the elafia bending over until her hands reached the floor. One could almost believe she intended to check those lower shelves. Ailen, on the other hand, could only check the curve behind her. She wanted to know how his view was from so high? Well... "Quite obstructed. Too much so, in fact. I should..." Without completing a clause, Ailen casually flipped the girl's dress over her hips. Right away, he saw that little heart design holding three ends of golden string together. This may have been the skimpiest article yet, but it still managed to accentuate the girl's backside. It was almost a shame to slip a finger between her cheeks to pluck the most intrusive string out... Almost. "It's quite the ideal view up here, actually. Though I believe it will still take some far reaching to get what I'm looking for," he commented. With that one impactful string now digging into Anais's cheek instead of settling between them, he was able to wedge his member between her folds with... about as much ease/difficulty as always. "As usual, the best ingredients are always found in the snuggest spaces~"

While Sakura spoke further, Charlemagne added more separation between the King and Joker cards, and all the others. "Basically. He'd solidify his own rule by ensuring the people loved him the moment he took over. As far as he was concerned, his brother was already washed-up, so people would eventually stop caring about embezzlement from a grumpy old war vet. People tend to do that sort of thing when their glory days are over anyway," he answered. Ah, but the point had already been passed. "Anyway, we digressed a bit. The plan's already been changed, see? We're no longer doing anything to stop the chief, because it's more important to stop his brother... which will also stop the chief, but not the way anyone expected to when the execution phase started. The rest of the story, as this all really happened, does involve killing the brother; he's the uncle we were talking about earlier. For context, he'd gone a little demonic after being discovered. The beginning was partially just miscommunication that involved the chief thinking his future replacement was going to get rid of his kids. He was the reason the chief's wife died, but... she's also the one he got the demon influence from. It all got really complicated."

[Apollymi]

Ailen had whispered praise about the new technique developed by Anais. A gentle blush came to her face as she got into position. "I'm glad you like it, Shishou~" she whispered as well, seemingly rather pleased. It was always good to deliver the experience she was trying to, besides that it would appear to her that his batter had also turned out nicely, everything was as it should be. Except for one thing... Anais had bent over legs spread pretty wide and on her tiptoes but her bottom was initially still covered. Ailen commented on his obstructed view before... ridding himself of it. A gentle sigh left the girl as that little string was shifted out of the way. Moreover, she soon received more praise... this time having his view being called ideal but claiming he would have to reach for what he was looking for. Wasn't that an exciting prospect? Anais was soon having Ailen's cock pressed into her folds which were slick and tense enough to await that invitation. His commentary was quite welcome and still made the girl blush just a bit. "Yeah, always a struggle to reach but always so rewarding~" the girl mused happily, her sex quivering with anticipation. Just the same she decided to help a bit, shifting her hips backwards against his forward push, aiding that snug push towards her true depths. Sinais was rather pleased by this, and seemed to be congratulating her. 'That's a good one, back that ass up for Shishou~' Sinais was also this vocal in her dreams, it wasn't really that surprising and she'd take the self-encouragement and develop a calm rhythm when the time was right.

At the same time, Sakura was receiving all of the extra information that hadn't been included in the initial thought exercise. According to Charlemagne it was normal for humans to become embezzlers and the like when they stopped being relevant. And what was more it was also apparently more normal for people to sabotage others while trying to make themselves look better. This was fairly complex as a thing, the underlying reasons were for the sake of personal gain but the negative effects were quite heavy for something like that. Perhaps this was fine given the shorter lives of humans? She'd observe more or ask more about such things in the future to figure it out. "Sou ka..." she murmured her brain moving rather quickly. Still, according to Charlemagne they'd diverged a bit, his point was that the plan they were making had already changed several times. "I suppose it did change a lot as more information was introduced. I assume it would be too much to ask to get all of that information before the planning phase..." she guessed that most of this had to be figured out through observation and trial and error. They had a general problem and an idea of how to fix it, and the idea had to shift as extra things were introduced to the mix. A few other misunderstandings and demonic influence would be blamed for the rest of the complexities of this situation. "I could see that evolving into something rather complex... still seems like a lot, but I think I understand why the plans include steps for flexibility and problem-solving..." she nodded while processing the information within her mind. Just the same, Yume was still in the bath until a sensation happened that she felt through the link she maintained with Anais. In this particular case, she had the phantom sensation of sexual pentration. 'Oh? You little slut, getting dick before breakfast is even ready~' she murmured within her mind. Still a devious light played in her mind and finally made her remove herself from her long soak, and finally begin the journey to the front of the carriage. A few wet steps out of the bath would occur before her dress reappeared on her person and she appeared about as dressed as she always did.