In the end, after consuming four servings of roasted meat from the prison kitchen’s reserves, the succubus girl whose appetite was entirely out of proportion with her slender figure finally—
Fell asleep once again, utterly content.
That’s right, Milina had dozed off again.
It seemed that the “Contract Mark” stretching from her lower abdomen to the top of her thighs had made her even more prone to fatigue.
That mark was like a bottomless vortex, greedily absorbing the meager energy she converted from food just to maintain its own stability.
Perhaps, only more and deeper “exchanges” with Fan Zhuo could truly alleviate these symptoms, but the shy Milina didn’t want to burden Fan Zhuo and could only choose to keep “lying low” for now.
Problem.
At the very least, she couldn’t let those folks from the Magic Academy catch any dirt on her…
Fan Zhuo gazed at Milina, sprawled across the bed in all directions, and let out a deep sigh.
A super power bank, and at the same time, a super glutton.
Now, not only did he have to figure out how to hide a living succubus right under the Warden’s nose, but he also had to worry about her long-term meals.
An “extra meal” or two wasn’t an issue, but if this went on, with him consuming so much food every time, anyone would get suspicious eventually.
As for the problem of hiding Milina… that was, at least for now, nothing to worry about.
This suite was located in a patrol blind spot of C-Zone’s guards; normally, no one ever came by. It was safe to say that even if he was pounding away inside, no one would hear a thing…
“Lord Fan Zhuo, about Miss Milina’s diet, Baitu has… a solution.”
As she spoke, Baitu had already cleaned up all the dishes without a sound. She was now meticulously wiping down the thick oak table with a pristine white soft cloth.
As she bent over, her perfect waist and hips were accentuated by the form-fitting maid outfit, looking especially alluring.
Fan Zhuo couldn’t help but swallow. Who could have imagined that the seemingly prim and proper mechanical maid who first entered the prison would now… exude such charm.
“Oh?” Fan Zhuo suppressed the stirrings in his heart and became interested, “Let’s hear it.”
“According to the Logistics Department’s material requisition regulations, specific levels of researchers or administrators have the right to apply for ‘High-Energy Nutritional Supplements.’”
Baitu lifted her head, those emerald-blue electronic eyes calmly fixed on Fan Zhuo.
‘The amount and energy provided by a High-Energy Nutritional Supplement is over three times that of a regular meal, made with special ingredients, and used specifically to support high-intensity spiritual or physical exertion.’
She paused, then added, “You currently hold the ‘Research Permit’ of the Warden of Zone A, which theoretically fully qualifies you to apply. All you need to do is submit an application and write the energy consumption report for ‘Holy Power Training’… a little more severely.”
“Logistics Department?” Fan Zhuo remembered this department somewhat. The Logistics Department Peripheral Area B was an independent, large sealed-off area.
All food for everyone in the prison—from the monster girls’ specialized diets to the guards’ meals—seemed to come from there.
“Yes, the entire prison’s food is distributed uniformly by the Logistics Department, including the Warden of Zone A’s meals. But no one has actually gone inside; not even me. All the supplies are passed out through fixed meal delivery ports in the walls.” Baitu explained.
A mysterious department that controlled the food lifeline of the entire prison…
Fan Zhuo made a mental note of this.
After wiping the table, Baitu neatly folded the soft cloth, then added softly, her tone lower than usual and tinged with the feeling of sharing a secret.
“The most famous thing about the Logistics Department… is actually their milk. They say it’s exceptionally sweet and far better than any expensive brand on the market. Lots of people in the prison want to get their hands on it, but only Zone A and a very few specially approved people can apply for it.”
“Of course, you can too, if you want…”
Milk?
In Fan Zhuo’s mind, images of the Mother Tree surfaced uncontrollably, along with certain… suggestive scenes.
No, no, this was food for the whole prison, how could that possibly…
“Hmm… I understand.” He nodded solemnly.
Baitu’s proposal was indeed excellent, the most perfect solution at the moment.
With the “Research Permit” given by Hecate, he could openly and legitimately apply for extra meals for Milina.
And his own unbelievable rate of Holy Power growth could be covered up using the holy bell given by Lucien, with the explanation of “high-speed cultivation causing massive energy consumption”—it was seamless.
With a major problem resolved, Fan Zhuo felt much more at ease.
He walked to the giant one-way floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the circular prison corridor below.
Night had fallen. Most of the cells were shrouded in darkness, with only a few emergency lights casting a dim glow.
Beyond the prison’s high walls lay the endless, ink-black ocean, enveloped in night.
And at the far end of the sea, in that direction both familiar and foreign to him, lay the heart of the Holy See Nation—Saint City.
There… were his imprisoned mentor, the gravely ill female pope, other colleagues from the Mechanical Holy Church, and even more deeply rooted fundamentalists who regarded monsters as enemies…
This exile—rather than a punishment, felt more like… an intricately planned conspiracy.
Mentor Nolan’s failed operation… and the female pope’s treatment that he was about to take over…
So, outside Asphodel Prison, across the sea—
Is that really freedom…
Fan Zhuo took a deep breath.
This new “home” brought him a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in ages.
In the living room, Baitu quietly organized the bookshelf. In the bedroom, Milina slept soundly on the soft, oversized bed.
And not far from here, in a sunlit cell, Alfea was finally able to sleep soundly in a warm, dry environment.
Besides that, there was Ye Ying…
Unconsciously, it seemed that the people he was “responsible” for kept increasing.
It was a strange feeling.
Not a burden, but a… weighty, deeply fulfilling sense of responsibility.
He was no longer just an exile trying to survive—he now had to consider much more for his “fellow inmates.”
Fan Zhuo stretched, his joints cracking with a series of crisp pops.
The two rounds of “deep exchanges” with Ye Ying and Milina had left his body and mind under immense strain. Even with the nourishment of the Mother Tree, he still felt a bit fatigued.
“Baitu, I’d like to rest now.”
“Yes, Lord. Would you like Baitu to… help you fall asleep?” Baitu asked shyly.
“Not for now…” Fan Zhuo waved his hand and turned to head to the bedroom.
Baitu watched his departing back, her sapphire eyes flashing once before she finally spoke up:
“Lord Fan Zhuo.”
“Hm?”
“Then, may Baitu not return tonight… and sleep on the sofa in your living room?”
Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of pleading.
“Your suite is much bigger than before, and Baitu is worried that if the distance is too far… in case anything urgent happens to you at night, I might not reach you in time.”
Fan Zhuo looked at her face, filled with “worry” and “dedication,” and truly couldn’t find a reason to refuse.
“Alright.”
With permission granted, Baitu’s lips curled into the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, and she gave a small bow:
“Thank you for your kindness, my lord.”
“Wish you… a good dream.”