Blood Emperor Throne

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Wherever they are, they can become the focus of everyone's attention. Whenever their long, shapely legs appear in front of people in high-heeled silver boots, it is enough to make people extremely eager to be trampled under their noble and exquisite boots with a haughty and contemptuous attitude.

However, these noble and beautiful ladies, coveted and desired by numerous nobles, lords, and even wealthy commoners and merchants, and their haughty and beautiful female knights...

In this manor filled with the sweet fragrance of mature women, they all changed into extremely revealing defeated wedding dresses, wearing exquisite stockings and high heels, transforming into female slaves exclusively for Asmodie, allowing him to violate and fertilize them at will.

"Hmm?~ Me, this princess knight?~ am I going to be used by my master again as a defeated female slave knight?~~ at will~ ugh...?"

"Gurgle? ~~~ It's been filled up again? ~~"

The once luxurious dressing table was now a mess.

Drops of fragrant, ripe nectar dripped down the edge of the dressing table, their soft splashing sounds mingling with the delicate, melodious patter of water.

Two long, slender, plump, and voluptuous legs, clad in glossy black stockings, draped softly from the dressing table, resting on either side of the man's firm and muscular waist.

Two soft, delicate, glossy black silk-stockinged feet had completely submitted to the instinct of submission, hanging behind the man's constantly thrusting waist, forming a knot of black silk-stockinged feet that exuded a mature and sweet fragrance.

As the man charged relentlessly like a savage, ferocious centaur lancer, the two long, soft, glossy black silk legs, draped over his strong waist, swayed lazily and alluringly in curves amidst the sounds of seductive, mature moans.

The proud and alluring black-stockinged knight, along with the other two mature knights in this noble room—the elegant and graceful noblewoman Dedefil and the noble and beautiful widow Veranica—have now been completely reduced to slutty female slaves, wantonly violated and ravaged by Asmodie in various positions.

At this moment, Asmodie, carrying her like a train lunchbox, repeatedly thrust her oily black stockings, which exuded the sweet scent of mature womanhood, creating soft, ripples, and placed this proud and charming beautiful knight on the dressing table.

Two plump, soft buttocks, resembling ripe, juicy, and molten black silk peaches, were roughly placed on the dressing table by Asmodie, and then crushed into incredibly soft, juicy, and molten black silk cakes by the man's extremely violent onslaught.

"Ugh...no...don't...in this position...oh...it'll...it'll be so easy to get pregnant...ugh..."

This image of Asmodie carrying the plump, mature, and alluring black-stockinged knight's long legs, charging and rampaging with a ferocious momentum, completely transformed this proud and charming knight into a seductive and alluring figure. Her pair of heart-shaped eyes, shimmering with spring water, became a completely different, upturned, and ferocious expression as Asmodie charged and rampaged like a wild beast.

The two plump, ripe mounds were like bell-shaped, soft, and chubby breasts made entirely of sweet, ripe milk and spring juice. With Asmodie's ferocious and savage charge, like a centaur lancer, they swayed up and down like two mounds of rich, ripe black silk milk cakes, creating waves of oily milk.

Even though it was only the second day after Asmodie took her as a female slave knight, her two soft, plump, bell-shaped breasts began to splash drops of milk as they swayed up and down.

For Dolores, this not only made her two plump, ripe buttocks, resembling ripe nectarines, look incredibly voluptuous compared to the narrow, exquisite dressing table, like the contrast between a creamy papaya and a tender twig.

So much so that every time she was hit by Asmoder's hard and solid waist, her two mounds of oily black silk were slammed against the dressing table. That rampaging beast was now comparable to a fierce battering ram, repeatedly knocking open her overflowing spring of nectar, causing the nectar to splash everywhere.

What shamed her even more was that, in the corner of her eye, her eyes, which were being ravaged and rolled upwards, she could clearly see her torn, shiny black stockings. Through the gaping holes in the ripped stockings, she could see how Asmodie's menacing battering ram had repeatedly forced them open, causing her juices to splatter everywhere.

Apart from her still-wet, bright red lace panties and her softly draped hands on Asmodie's shoulders, the scene perfectly depicted her as a proud and alluring black-stockinged wife being carried to the dressing table by her valiant and robust husband in the noble room, where they were engaged in a passionate and entangled mating.

But the truth is, the one who violated her was a man other than her husband, and her husband's body was currently placed in a coffin within Gruul's territory, waiting to be buried after she signed this humiliating defeat and marriage treaty.

"Goo-hoo?~ I'm sorry?~ I was wrong? The female slave knight was wrong?~~ Goo-hoo~ Me, this defeated female slave knight?~ Hmm-hoo? Should I be used by my master at will?~ Goo-hoo?~"

The lingering shame she felt led to Asmodie grabbing her two swaying, glossy black stockings and lifting them high, pressing them against his hard, sculpted body. He moved his hips wildly like a large wolfhound, repeatedly pounding into the beautiful knight, causing her to moan and cry out in pleasure.

Asmody grabbed and kneaded her two plump, black-stockinged breasts that trembled and swayed wildly, like ripe, creamy melons. The soft, tender flesh enveloped his large hands, which roughly kneaded and squeezed them!

"Oh my god! Milk? I want milk! I want milk!"

The knight princess, who was being violated at the same time, was so helpless that she raised her jade neck, which was wrapped in a black leather collar, with a rough rub from Asmodie. Her soft, sweet tongue was half-exhaled, dripping with sweet saliva, and she couldn't help but let out wisps of aphrodisiac white mist.

The high-pitched, seductive cries of spring, mixed with the long, glossy black silk stockings of the female knight wrapped around her waist in complete submission to her submissive instincts, made Asmodie's wild and fiery eyes grow even more unruly.

He raised his hand and slipped a pair of alluring black and red-soled spaghetti strap high-heeled sandals onto the two plump, soft, and mature feet in his hands, which were covered in black stockings.

Grasping these two alluring feet adorned with sexy red-soled high heels and black stockings, she used the two plump, mature, and tender legs of the beautiful knight as a cannon to press down on her two mounds of milky, mellow, and plump black stockings, red soles facing the sky!

His strong, muscular waist slammed into her plump, soft, oily, and shiny black stockings, one after another, like a wild beast, causing her oily buttocks to ripple softly.

"Eek?~~Goo-ooh??~~"

Her mature, almost dazed state, moaning cries escaped from the red-soled, high-heeled knight's ripe, honeyed lips.

Before being violated by Asmodie and turned into a female slave, the beautiful black-stockinged knight was a haughty and humiliated woman.

Now, however, her alluring eyes kept rolling upwards, and her soft, smooth lips no longer uttered arrogant and aloof commands and reprimands, but rather seductive and coquettish moans. Her plump, soft, and juicy breasts became the soft cushions that Asmodie used to lift her pair of seductive red-soled high heels, and were crushed into soft, sweet cakes by her plump, soft, and juicy black-stockinged legs.

The mature, glossy black silk-stockinged feet that were originally wearing elegant and graceful knee-high silver boots are now wearing extremely seductive black strappy red open-toe stiletto sandals. They have been transformed into silk-stockinged shoes that are casually played with and desecrated by men other than her husband, and are being grabbed and casually used by men.

These gorgeous and elegant black and red-soled lace-up open-toe high-heeled sandals were a style that even her husband had never appreciated. After all, once her elegant and mature black-stockinged feet appeared in public wearing these sexy black and red-soled open-toe high-heeled sandals, they would surely attract waves of hot and lustful lowly men.

Right now, however, her elegant and sophisticated black silk stockings with red soles and high heels were being held in the hands of a man other than her husband. These stockings, which were also used as seductive and vulgar shoes, were held high above her head, with the red soles facing upwards, dangling on the man's shoulders and swaying in a charming and languid arc.

"Gulp?~~"

The proud and alluring knight's soft, languid moans overflowed from her lips. Her plump, juicy vulva, along with her sweet, nectar-like buds, had been completely transformed into a cream puff by Asmodie.

Asmodie casually tossed aside the defeated Bride Knight, whose face was now contorted with a grotesque, infatuated look and whose eyes were completely rolled back in a trance. With a soft pop, the ferocious centaur lance, dripping with semen and exuding an aura that made women submit, turned to the other female slaves already there.

The first target of the rampaging centaur lancers was the Purple Nightingale Knight with her ripe buttocks.

On the surface, the elegant, noble, and charming Purple Nightingale Knight was now only covered by a bodysuit of black stockings that shimmered with a rich, oily sheen. Her two plump breasts, which looked as if they were filled with soft, ripe milk, and her white, delicate, butterfly-shaped vulva were a picture of seductive allure waiting for Asmodie to enjoy them. Even the light and hazy curtains of milk and honey were now softly scattered in a pool of nectar.

"Hmm? Please, Master, enjoy yourself!"

"Goo-hoo?~~Please?~Master, use it as you please?~"

Two noble and alluring Purple Nightingale knights, their seductive and charming spring glow radiating from them, leaned against the wall in a split-legged position, awaiting Asmodie's unfettered and invasive advances.

Their black lace and silver gauntlets, adorned with jade-like black silk, lifted one of the knight's long, slender, and sexy legs, which was draped in black silk stockings and silver boots, high above her, completely exposing her already overflowing, honeyed vulva to Asmodian's ferocious lance that was about to rampage and ravage.

"Gurgle?~ Finally going to be filled with Master's seed again?~ Ooh gurgle?~" Mei isn't here, Lin isn't busy, Lin is here, isn't here?

"Goo-ooh?~ Invasion? There?~ It will, it will become?~ Ugh?~~"

As Asmodian's robust body, brimming with masculine energy, pressed down on the ripe, black-stockinged flesh of the Purple Nightingale Knights like a savage centaur lancer, unleashing a wild and brutal offensive reminiscent of a centaur lancer...

The two Purple Nightingale knights, who had maintained an elegant and charming demeanor just a moment ago, lifted one of each other's plump and firm black-stockinged legs, assuming a seductive and alluring split, waiting for Asmodie to violate them.

The next moment, Asmodeus's menacing, thick lance, the fingers gripping his longsword, his body wrapped in glossy, oily black pantyhose, parted the soft, moist labia, and with a forceful thrust to his waist, as if forcibly taking possession of her.

The two female knights simultaneously raised their long, elegant necks, their noble and alluring purple eyes rolled upwards, and their tongues lolled out, becoming female knight slaves who would only fawn and cater to Asmodian no matter what kind of violation Asmodian would inflict upon them.

As Asmodie galloped and rampaged like a wild centaur lancer, the two volleyball knights with their ripe buttocks, their long legs lifted high by the other party, were left with only their black silk stockings, silver boots, and black silk feet hanging softly on Asmodie's shoulders, swaying slightly with their seductive moans.

Two mounds of soft, plump, and creamy black silk breasts pressed against each other, creating ripples of soft, oily, and jelly-like black silk milk.

After Asmodie had stuffed the two Purple Nightingale knight slaves into cream puffs, all that remained of their exquisite and charming faces were their bright purple eyes rolled back, their tongues half-protruding, and their seductive and alluring expressions.

However, when Asmody placed that ferocious and massive beast-like lance against their exquisite and alluring faces, the instincts of female slaves still made them extremely seductive as they opened their full, moist lips, overflowing with a sweet and aphrodisiac feminine fragrance, while wrapping their tender and smooth tongues around them, performing a cleaning operation.

As they cleaned and served Asmodie, their plump, soft, oily black stockings trembled slightly. With each tremor, a large amount of thick, sticky, white fluid would overflow from their fragrant, sensual black stockings and delicate black stockings, soaking through their bodysuits.

"Hehe?~ I didn't expect that Master would have such a perverted fetish?~~ Oh?~ He actually likes being stepped on by silk stockings?~ Ee-ee?~~"

On the bright red Gothic bed, the elegant and beautiful noblewoman Deffie, with her plump breasts and buttocks, and soft, ripe flesh, wore a haughty and disdainful elegant smile. She pressed her large, trembling breasts, which were wrapped in glistening, oily stockings and overflowing with honey-like fluid, against her long, smooth, fragrant feet, like two ripe, creamy peaches.

However, the woman before her was not in a seductive state as if she had been violated by Asmody's subsequent implantation. Instead, after pressing her two soft, plump, and oily buttocks against Asmody's fragrant and tender silky feet, her two soft and elegant silky feet, as if coated with flesh-colored cream, overlapped and joined together to form a silky foot cave that exuded the fragrance of a noblewoman's feet like a mature rose. Her seductive eyes haughtily glanced at Asmody's beast, which was dripping with thick white fluid and spring honey, pressing against her soft and smooth noblewoman's silky feet.

Smooth, soft, and warm fleshy feet, with an arrogant and disdainful attitude, restrained this savage and ferocious beast. The soft and tender fleshy soles of the feet stepped on the beast's ferocious and thick body, and each soft and warm noblewoman's tender toe hooked up the glistening, high-grade fleshy skin, exuding a mellow and elegant fragrance like a noblewoman's foot. With a disdainful and seductive manner, like a noblewoman playing a melody, she stirred up the beast's increasingly frenzied anger.

"What? You lowly master? Do you want to pin your female slave down again and bully her mercilessly?"

Defiant's full red lips curled into a seductive smile. Her flesh, which exuded a mature and alluring fragrance and was already soaked with a layer of glistening, ripe sweat, swayed slightly in front of Asmodeus's ferocious centaur lance, creating waves of soft, oily ripples that fueled Asmodeus's rage.

He casually grasped the two soft, oily feet that exuded the delicate fragrance of a noblewoman's feet. He intertwined and gathered the soft, oily feet together, the tender, jade-like toes forming a circle. The soft, fleshy toes were like smooth, ripe abalone wrapped around the oily, glistening flesh. The delicate, smooth arch of the foot became the honeyed cavity of flesh for a wild beast to roam.

"You lowly master?~ Hmm??~~ What a restless beast you are!~ Hmm?~~" The noblewoman's haughty and elegant smile turned into a soft and seductive moan as Asmodie's hips slammed down, causing her soft, muscular buttocks to ripple.

The ferocious beast forced open the noblewoman's overlapping, fleshy feet, and, following the flow of honeyed nectar and slippery flesh, forcibly invaded the elegant noblewoman's noble, mature, and fragrant feet that made countless nobles and lords drool.

"What a despicable man! He can actually get so excited just being trampled on?!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, the noble and beautiful widow, Veronica, with her regal and alluring face draped in a bright red widow's veil, held an air of haughty disdain, like a proud queen looking down on a disrespectful male servant. On the crimson Gothic wedding bed, with an elegant and haughty demeanor, as if bestowing a gift upon a servant, she raised her long, sensual red silk robes.

Those alluring, glossy red silk-stockinged feet, adorned with bright red lace rose patterns and crystal-strap peep-toe high-heeled sandals, stepped onto Asmodeus's chest, while the other foot was presented to Asmodeus with the haughty air of a reward for a male servant.

Her exquisite, jade-like toes, wrapped in elegant and glossy red silk, lightly hooked the red gauze straps of her alluring, bright red suspender crystal high heels, swaying slightly with an arrogant and disdainful air in front of Asmodie.

"Then... I'll reward you, you lowly man... with the beautiful red silk feet of this noble lady as you please?"

As the arrogant and haughty voice, like that of a proud and beautiful queen rewarding her male servant, fell, Asmody took the opportunity to grab the noble and beautiful queen's silk foot in his hand. The crystal-clear red silk toes, along with the bright red crystal open-toe high-heeled sandals, were defiled by him one by one.

Chapter 81 Silk Stockings and Crystal High Heels

Stockings, high heels, and hair accessories are basically standard accessories for a wealthy woman.

High-end glossy stockings are not only smooth and close-fitting, but also lightweight and sheer, and can be customized in various extremely glamorous styles according to the preferences and needs of wealthy women.

From elegant and graceful lace-trimmed stockings, high-end suspender stockings, sexy and alluring high-cut suspender stockings, to charming and mature pantyhose, and so on, all these styles will be updated and iterated one by one according to the wanton thoughts of these noblewomen.

These items, regardless of their exorbitant prices or extremely demanding craftsmanship, are luxury goods that only wealthy women can afford.

In the Carolant Empire, what is not lacking is decadent and seductive noblewomen and infatuated and decadent nobles. These stockings and high heels, which were originally only used to show off the beauty and elegance of noblewomen, have gradually developed into flamboyant styles among noblewomen.

The stockings gleamed with a glossy sheen, the pantyhose with provocative openings for casual use, the long black stockings adorned with red rose lace trim, the pure, sheer white suspender stockings resembling a wedding dress, and the extremely seductive and alluring fishnet stockings and rose-patterned long black stockings that only prostitutes would wear.

These are basically the kind of sexy stockings that only the most alluring and unrestrained noblewomen would wear.

"Boom——"

"Goo-hoo? ~~ Oh my gosh? ~~~"

Amidst the seductive and tender cries of spring, there was a soft popping sound.

The air was filled with a mature, alluring fragrance that would make any female who stepped inside turn her eyes wide with desire and become a slave to the honeyed nectar. The sweet, milky scent alone was enough to make the plump, ripe buttocks of the gentle widow Alice, who was already placed there waiting to be impregnated, exude sweet, ripe nectar.

Asmodalan casually tossed aside the mature, voluptuous noblewoman, Deffie, on the crimson Gothic wedding bed, her eyes rolled back in a ravaged display, as if discarding a worn-out toy.

Two plump, soft, and glossy strips of flesh, radiating a rich, mature sheen, hung softly from the edge of the bed. The fragrant, smooth, and glossy strips of flesh, resembling those coated with sweet, flesh-colored cream, clung to the wine-red crystal ankle-strap high heels that the noblewoman had worn when Asmodie forcibly took her, dangling absently from the edge of the bed.

And these exquisite and elegant wine-red crystal ankle-strap high heels, whose soles originally exuded the sweet and mature fragrance of this noblewoman, were now being filled with thick, warm, milky white milk by Asmodie. This thick, warm milk soaked the noblewoman's noble and elegant silk-silk feet, completely transforming them into Asmodie's exclusive high heels for noblewomen's feet.

Like this glamorous and mature noblewoman, Veranica, the widowed duchess, also suffered the same fate, with her pair of alluring and beautiful long red silk-stockinged feet.

After Asmodeus had thoroughly savored the allure of this noblewoman, her elegant and seductive red silk-stockinged feet were now adorned with bright red lace rose patterns, and she was now wearing a pair of bright red crystal lace-strap open-toe high-heeled sandals.

With the haughty and alluring demeanor of a queen in bright red silk, and a disdainful and arrogant expression, she stood before Asmodie's ferocious centaur lance, which had just ravaged the mature and beautiful noblewoman Dephiel. Her bright red crystal heels and elegant, supple red silk arches, in a gesture of arrogance as if rewarding a loyal servant, overlapped and merged into a foot acupoint that Asmodie could use at will.

The proud and beautiful Queen of Red Silk, with this haughty and disdainful demeanor, allowed this arrogant and savage centaur lancer to drive his ferocious and massive lance to violate and possess her enchanting and beautiful glossy crystal red silk foot orifice. In the end, he used his thick and sticky white fluid to mark her noble, exquisite, and beautiful silk feet as the exclusive property of a beast.

Thick, warm white fluid, after its complete eruption, trickled down her smooth, delicate red silk instep, covering her fragrant, glistening red silk toes, her smooth, jade-like arches, even the elegant, sparkling red crystal high heels and their slender heels, and even the red gauze ribbons—all of it was violated and marked as the property of this ferocious beast.

Then, this proud and beautiful widow queen in red silk, with such a contemptuous and arrogant charm, lowered her exquisite and enchanting crystal white high-heeled silk feet, and with the same arrogant and contemptuous posture as rewarding a lowly male servant, on her wedding bed with her deceased husband, she held onto the bedsheets and raised her honey-moistened, tender, snow-white buttocks high to this man other than her husband.

"Goo-ooh? You...ooh-ooh? You lowly man? Hmm? You've got quite the assets, haven't you? Extremely substantial?"

"Ugh...no...you can't...you can't...on my husband's wedding bed...I order you...I order you...get out...uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh...uh-huh..."

This glamorous queen and her male servant's banquet ended with Asmodie embracing her soft, moist, and snowy buttocks, ignoring the proud and beautiful queen in red silk stockings trembling and shaking, ignoring the crisp sound of her white, cloudy, crystal-red high-heeled feet falling on the wooden floor as she struggled, dripping drops of white fluid.

Finally, with each heavy thrust of his hips, he slammed his body against the proud and beautiful red-stocking queen's snowy buttocks, causing her to splatter with juices and her buttocks to ripple. After ravaging her until her jade neck was raised high and her wine-red seductive eyes rolled upwards, he finally, amidst her queenly commands and resistance, completely possessed this noble and beautiful red-stocking queen on her deceased husband's wedding bed, making her his exclusive property.

After consuming the noble and beautiful red-bridal widow, Asmodian's fiery and violent gaze then fell upon Alice, the white-bridal widow who was already prepared to be impregnated by him.

The man's gaze, fiery and savage, filled with a wild, untamed desire, fell upon the elegant, noblewoman's soft, supple flesh, already imbued with the aphrodisiac fragrance of mature femininity and sweet, milky aroma. From her soft, moist lips, a sticky, aphrodisiac scent emanated.

As a duchess of Brundor, her plump breasts and ripe buttocks, the kind of flesh that makes one feel safe and comfortable during childbirth, were coveted and desired by many nobles.

Whenever she appeared at a banquet in a beautiful and elegant fitted white silk bodycon gown, her large, bell-shaped breasts, resembling piles of ripe milk, and her plump, heart-shaped buttocks, which stretched the fitted white flared gown to resemble two semi-solidified, filled breasts, would attract the covetous gazes of all the nobles present.

And every time she takes a step, her white silk-clad, fragrant feet, clad in elegant and exquisite white crystal pointed-toe stilettos, are enough to make any man lose his mind on the spot.

Despite being coveted by numerous nobles and lords, she, as a gentle and intelligent widow, maintained a dignified demeanor towards all men and did not respond in the slightest to their advances.

Furthermore, due to her status as Lady of Brundor and her abilities as a third-circle arcane mage, these men, despite their intense desire for her, never dared to offend her in the slightest.

But right now, this gentle and intellectual widow with plump breasts, ripe buttocks, and tender flesh, coveted by countless nobles and lords, is now completely in a seductive and alluring state, waiting to conceive and bear a child, allowing Asmodeus, a man other than her deceased husband, to place his hot and invasive gaze on her sweet and mature white silk-stockinged buttocks.

"Gurgle, oh oh? ~ Mmm, mmm, mmm? ~~"

As Asmodai strode forward and grasped her two raised, white-silk-clad, fragrant feet, a soft, sweet moan escaped from the gentle widow's sweet, moist lips, which were bound by a bright red gag.

The elegant and beautiful pure white transparent crystal high-heeled wedding shoes were now softly hanging on the smooth soles of her two slightly swaying white silk milk cake-scented feet, with her soft and crystal-clear white silk toes lightly hooking the tips of the pure white crystal shoes. The warm and transparent white crystal shoes were already soaked in a layer of hazy sweet white mist, exuding a white mist of foot fragrance, like milk cake honey.

As Asmodeus grasped her two sweet, ripe, white, misty, milky-skinned feet, raising the elegant widow's mature, voluptuous, creamy-white silk-stockinged legs high above his head, preparing to use them as a voluptuous, seductive cannon. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated.)

The fleshy, sweet flesh that had been continuously oozing from the flower nectar and spring honey, obediently placed its pair of fragrant, soft, and moist milk cake-like feet, soaked with drops of sweet sweat and pure white silk, on Asmodie's shoulders, and proactively presented its white silk-clad fleshy legs as a cannon for any kind of invasion.

And the creamy white silk crotch embedded with a string of jade pillars beneath the pure white silk stockings, after the ferocious centaur's spear pressed against the sweet and creamy crotch through the sheer white silk, began to gurgle and exude sweet and ripe nectar, which permeated the already sheer pure white silk stockings, and soaked the ripe and soft crotch into a creamy and slippery texture, and also stained Asmodie's ferocious beast about to gallop with sweet and ripe honey.

Chapter 82 White Stockings and Crystal High Heels

"Hmm?~~"

In the aristocratic room, a sweet and delicate fragrance mingled with the sweet scent of orchids filled the air. Each soft, languid murmur of spring, uttered with a hint of aphrodisiac orchid fragrance, carried within it a subtle, aphrodisiac aroma. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Among the beautiful brides present tonight, Asmoder paid special attention to Alice, the elegant and intellectual widow in white silk.

The reason he kept this plump, curvaceous widow in white stockings was not only because the wealthy territory of Brundall was important, but also because it was close to the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, and annexing it would easily arouse the Grand Duke of Bordeaux's suspicion.

The main reason is her identity as an arcane mage.

Alice, this gentle and intellectual widow in white silk, was the first arcane mage he had encountered since coming to this world.

He had little exposure to the magic and arcane arts of this world, and was unaware of the profound and mysterious power they possessed.