“For men or women? Most are gender-exclusive, except the Red Mage class.” That wasn’t the answer Kyle had expected. “There’s more than one?” he asked, puzzled. “Of course, there are dozens of seduction-oriented classes, and many of them have useful perks for it, like the Dark Knight’s [Sinful Aura]. It’s a very common question.” Damn, Henry made it sound like a respectable academic subject. And here Kyle thought it was a stupid question! “I have a friend who has been… inactive… for a while, and he wants to step up his game. Level ten, mostly rogue-like classes.” “He? Ah, too bad, the best class for seduction is the female-only Black Widow. Does he have a high charisma score?” “As good as mine.” “Average then,” Henry said, Kyle sulking. “Then I would suggest the Fiendish Rake class, discovered by Ludvic Van. It has very high entry conditions though, including charisma, vitality, and agility scores of fifty each, and surviving a special demonic ritual. If he doesn’t that scor

Henry knocked on the door with impatience, a book under his arm.He wondered who owned the house. Located in the outskirts of Haudemer, many thought it abandoned, its owner absent, and his host had indicated she only rented it for a while. Thorns and weeds had taken roots in the garden and the stone walls, while the shutters remained firmly closed. No matter the outside spookiness, he had run towards the place as soon as he read the invitation.“Professor Henry.” A charming young woman welcomed him, as she opened the door with a squeak. She was no rare beauty, keeping her long raven-hair tied with a white rose, but her dark eyes shone with a keen intellect. Most importantly, she wore the black and gold wizard robes of the Royal University of Gardemagne. “How kind of you to visit me.”“When you informed me you visited our beloved Haudemer, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” the scholar replied. “It is an honor to meet you in person, Miss Lavere.”“Please call me Lucie,” she replied p

Instead of breeding, Manling Kyle had adopted a full litter of new minions. And already they proved useful. “Master Sen, Master Sen!” Yellow, the kobold with the best nose, pointed a claw at a bush, the dragon smelling a Scorcher manling hiding there. “I found another!” Sen let out a roar, raising the giant axe Ogron the one-eyed ogre had kindly given him… Or rather, struggling, as he couldn’t keep the axe properly aligned even while wielding it with all his clawed fingers. How did the manlings do it? Like a rabbit, the manling ran out of the bushes, only for Black, the biggest of the new recruits, to chase after him with a spear. Sen followed, causing trees to fall as he moved through the woods; he constantly struggled against the urge to run back on all four, as a good dragon should. How did that cyclops do it? Raise the axe up, and then down. Sen tried, the upward swing sending a pine tree flying, and he struggled to aim right at the escaping food-in-waiting. “Minion!” Sen sh

As it always happened with too many uninteresting words, Sen zoned out, pretending to politely listen to what his minion had to say. “Interesting,” the dragon lied.“Blah blah… no strategic value… Brandon Maure… scorcher scorched… blah bla…”“Interesting.”“-And Your Majesty is really listening?”“Interesting,” the dragon repeated.“Interesting,” Red the Kobold and his fellows nodded in agreement, before clenching his tiny fist. “The chief of staff trusted us with such an important mission, we will not fail him!”“See?” Sen said, “Minions solve every problem, when you raise them right. As expected from my prized chief of staff.”“One day too, I will be chief of staff,” Black said.“Me first!” Red butted head with his fellow, Sen so proud of them fighting for the job already.That would keep Kyle sharp. He could already see the seeds of spirited competition germinate in the sharp glint of his treasured minion’s eyes. That fear of losing one’s position to an underling, Sen found it so e

Why did the manlings have to be so small?The temple of Haudemer was mainly composed of a great white hall, and two small wings on both sides. Each of the twelve gods of the puny races had a statue and altar inside, although not with the same degree of respect.The dragon’s share of the spotlight went to the same creature Sen had acquired a statuette of, Mithras, the sun god of law and justice. It was a manling king wearing a golden crown of fire and wielding a blazing sword, whose giant marble statue had the largest altar. At his side was a statue of a blonde female manling knight with large mammaries, whom the puny races called Leone, goddess of art and nobility.According to Manling Kyle, these two ascended manlings were the titular deities of Gardemagne, and thus positioned at the center. “The architect placed the more ambiguous deities, such as the Dread Three, Sablar and Shesha, on the left,” Manling Kyle told his master, his tone so low Sen could barely hear it, “And the ‘polit