A few things Faerwyn had said stood out to Ben.

What is a grand duchy?.

To Ben’s limited understanding, this is not just a noble status that is bestowed to appear fancy....t comes with an immensely vast territory, and all the resources that come with it.

For the finances of such a vast territory to suddenly begin to dwindle to such a state that it would cause the duchess to worry about their financial status in only a period of over a year....

Right after her husband, whom he assumes to be grand duke ran away for reasons he was still unsure of.

Ben concluded that something fishy must be going on.

And his first suspicion had to fall to the bald chancellor since Ben Dover had an innate distrust for bald people.

However, his assumption seemed not too far-fetched after Faerwyn admitted that indeed, it was Dongwhisper who had been managing the finances of her estate.

His expression reflected the point he had arrived at, and Faerwyn noticed this immediately as she explained with a soft smile on her face....

"Banish that thought, young man. Dongwshiper is very trustworthy. Though he may be a bit rigid, he’s very dependable."

"Not many people know this...."

"But he actually carried out his own purification himself." Faerwyn said in addition.

Hearing this, Ben had to confirm he hadn’t simply misheard, so he asked her in a whisper...

"My lady.....you mean...."

"Yes....he carried out his own separation."

"Damn!" Ben muttered in shock, and though Faerwyn hadn’t heard such an exclamation before, she knew what it meant, so she added...

"Exactly...there’s no need to blame one of the most trusted persons in my estate. Perhaps that bastard did some things before leaving which led to all this." she mumbled the last part thoughtfully.

Ben sat there in thought, eager to ask Faerwyn some further carifying questions but chose to hold back as he seemed to be pushing a little too aggressively.

In addition, the triple sets of knocks, a pause and one final soft knock came again.

And this time, Faerwyn adjusted herself on the mattress, covering most of her exposed parts as best as she could in the transparent nightwear she had on, as she called aloud in response....

"You may enter."

Immediately Faerwyn’s voice dropped, the large door sprang open, as a glistening bald head waltzed inside greeting with a subtle nod....

"I have come, my mistress"

Faerwyn nodded to this, and as Dongshisper’s eyes rose to meet hers, he then noticed Ben’s presence on her mattress.

Maybe it was because Ben was sitting so closely to the Faerwyn, or because Ben was still butt naked with his hard cock still in in the open...

A clear frown marred the chancellor’s expression which he quickly concealed before conveying to his lady in his most professional tone...

"If my mistress allows it....i will now take the slave away for purification."

Dongwhisper informed with a slight wave of his right hand as the same two men that had previously attempted to drag Ben out, slowly walked inside, bowing and avoiding direct gaze upon the mistress as they headed for Ben.

’This motherfucker!’ Ben lamented in his mind. The bald man starting to piss him off extra, having such desperate zeal to cut off his dick.

"There will be no need for that.....Dongwhisper" Faerwyn’s regal tone announced as both guards paused in their step, and Dongwhisper looked straight at his mistress, flabberghasted.

"I will be doing this time’s procedure myself" she announced, causing the chancellor to frown a little, but quickly hid it as he voiced in a forced smile....

"But...my mistress. This procedure is very complex.....only i have the necessary skills and tools, for a safe and very humane ’detachment’"

Dongwhisper argued his point.

A frown appeared on Faerwyn’s beautiful face as a soft purple glow hummed from her, causing a shill to run down Ben’s spine, as well as the other two guards....

Though Dongwhisper appeared mostly unfazed.

"Are you questioning my competency right now ?!" Faerwyn uttered in a sharp regal tone, the weight of her realm pressing down on the room.

It was the first time Ben was experiencing the physical manifestation of this world’s supernatural power...and it was like powerful oppressive needles were prcicking into his very soul.

"I wouldn’t dare, my mistress!" Dongwhisper yelled as he bowed lower this time at his lady’s obvious displeasure.

"Then, simply leave your tools here, and go....i have this handled." Faerwyn ordered in a tone that left no room for retort, and after a few moment were Dongwhisper looked as if he was about to do something....

He finally nodded with his usual respsectful smile, and reaching inside his fancy robe, he pulled out a leather wrap, with odd metallic tools sticking from both opening’s, as he gently set them down on the wooded seat by his side.

’So he just carries that around?!’ Ben thought in bewilderment. Clearly those where tools this chancellor used for castration.

The man currently looked like he had been deprived the most precious thing as he wasn’t going to be castrating Ben by himself.

Setting the tools down, He gave one last shallow bow to his mistress, before casting an unusually long look on Ben with a vacant expression...

Then, along with both guards, he turned on his heels and slowly moved out.

"Why do i feel like he won’t be letting this go so easily?"

Ben remarked, staring at the now shut door from which the chancellor had retreated.

"Don’t concern yourself with that. Though he may appear this way, Dongwhisper always does what i command." Faerwyn assured casually.

Faerwyn slowly got out of the mattress, seeing this, Ben too did the same....

But as he did, the thought of a certain someone he’s been curious about came to mind all of a sudden, so taking this opportunity, he asked Faerwyn....

"My lady..."

"I am actually curious about someone who had led me here earlier today, i wonder if my lady is familiar with this person."

"And who might this person be ?" Faerwyn asked not bothering to turn back, walking straight in the directing of the tool pouch Dongwhisper had left.

"A young lady with short black hair, with a striking appearance....and personality."

Ben was mighty curious about Luna and also holding a grudge....

And since she’s one of the msitress’s servant or guard, he thought he might get her to maybe purnish her for how she had treated him for starters before he purnishes her himself.

Ben, as someone who now had a connection with the duchess. He was no longer a small fry.

"Oh...you mean Luna?" the mistress asked in a fond tone as she turned to Ben continuing...

"Hope she wasn’t too rough on you.....Luna is, well.....different."

As Faerwyn spoke, Ben was already getting a really bad feeling, but he still proceeded to ask her....

"Who exactly is she?" Ben asked cautiously.

"Hmm...that troublsesome girl ?..... "

"she’s my daughter."

"...."

’SHIIIIIIIIIITTT!!’