The Spider Queen

(Alpha Star System- Planet Gaia)

(Peterlor Estate- Dining Room)

"Dad are you okay?" Sophie quietly asked with concern evident in her voice.

Duke Peterlor leaned back against his chair and picked up the cup of tea that was in front of him. He took a small sip and tasted the bitter liquid inside the cup.

He opened his mouth to say something but slowly closed it since he couldn't find the right words to say.

Sophie had met his wife.

Duke Peterlor's fingers trembled slightly and the tea inside the cup shook from side to side. The youngest god stage cultivator in the Federation had never felt so powerless before.

Thai'lle was trapped in some far-away prison in some god forsaken corner of the Insectoid Empire.

She constantly had to fight criminals and other prisoners to control her territory. Clearly her life would be in danger on a regular basis.

What if she was scared?

Thai'lle bloodthirsty smile flashed across the duke's mind and his lips gently curved upwards. No, he was probably worrying too much.

His wife… she was probably glad that people were brave enough to step foot in her territory. She was always a savage little beast.

His savage little beast…

Duke Peterlor stared off into the distance as he lost himself in the memories that surfaced in his mind.

Despite being captured by Thai'lle and losing every fight to her thereafter, the duke did not regret the experience.

Meeting Thai'lle gave him the second-best memories of his life and she was the one who gave birth to the most important person in the universe.

Their daughter Sophie Peterlor.

"Yeah… sorry baby… I was just thinking…" Duke Peterlor finally spoke as he placed down the cup on the table with a dull thud.

"Your mother does not have to worry… I have not cheated on her with anyone else. No one else has ever entered my heart in the same way that she did."

"In simple terms, Thai'lle is simply unforgettable. As she once told me… I'm just a helpless prey trapped in her web of love."

"Yeah… Arachnais are a bit strange when it comes to flirting… the stories I can tell you when you get a little bit older…"

Duke Peterlor chuckled slowly as he got up from his chair and placed a warm hand on his daughter's shoulder.

This was a blessing.

He never expected that he would be able to contact his wife again after he fled from the Insectoid Empire but now there was a chance.

"I don't know if it will be possible to meet her again but I'm glad that you at least got the opportunity to speak to your mother," Duke Peterlor gently spoke.

"I'm sure she was very proud to see the amazing woman that you've grown up to be."

"Thanks dad… I love you," Sophie replied with a sweet smile. She got up from her chair and hugged her father in a tight embrace.

The pair stood still for a brief moment before Sophie broke away from the hug and checked her communicator.

Rachel: [Hey where are you guys? I've been wandering around the mansion, and I can't seem to find anyone]

Sophie: [Sorry I just finished a meeting with my dad and I'm pretty sure that Cleo is still asleep. Want to meet me in the back garden? I'll send you a map]

Rachel: [Oh… no worries. Take your time!]

The hybrid girl tapped her communicator a few times and sent Rachel a map of the mansion with the location of the gardens highlighted.

After her surprise encounter with her mom, Sophie had temporarily forgotten about her friend who were staying with her.

"Heading out now?" Duke Peterlor asked softly.

"Yeah… I'm going to meet up with Rachel and see if she's recovered from using her ability yesterday," Sophie replied casually.

"Here take this… I owe her a great deal for helping you out during the assassination attempts," the duke solemnly spoke.

Duke Peterlor reached into his storage bag and pulled out a vial of a purplish-grey liquid that bubbled slightly.

The markings on the sides of the vial indicated that it was a grade A plus healing serum which currently sold on the black market for around three million Enas.

Sophie cheerfully thanked her dad before walking away towards the doors at the back of the dining room hall.

Duke Peterlor sat back down on his chair and watched as his daughter left the room. He let out a heavy sigh as his thoughts wandered back to his wife.

He missed her. He missed her a lot.

If only he had been stronger back, then… if only he had been more powerful then his wife wouldn't have chosen to chase him and Sophie away.

He would have been able to protect his family instead of running away like a coward.

Duke Peterlor touched the hilt of the longsword attached to his hip and a determined expression flashed across his handsome face.

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(Peterlor Mansion- Garden)

Rachel walked along a stone path and admired the colourful flowers that were swaying from side to side in the wind.

The former saintess wore a short black cropped top and a pair of pants that clung tightly to her firm ass.

Her appearance resembled that of an attractive model rather than a holy member of the Nephilim Church.

Dark brown skin, mellow black eyes and curly hair that fell below her shoulders. Her body was slender with two small bumps in the middle of her chest.

Sharp angular facial features, a cute button nose and a seductive smile that playfully surfaced as she stopped to glance at the plants around her.

She kneeled down and took a small sniff of the red poppy-like flower that caught her eye. It smelled like a mix between marshmallows and freshly cut grass.

Oddly enough the two conflicting scents combined to produce a fragrant odour.

She got up from the ground and headed towards a wooden bench that had been placed towards the back of the garden.

Rachel sat down on the wooden bench and enjoyed the cool breeze that brushed against her cheek.

She still had a mild headache from overusing her powers yesterday, but her discomfort was overshadowed by the excited feeling in her chest.

The saintess could sense that using her gifts had caused her to make a breakthrough of some kind but she wasn't sure exactly what that breakthrough was.

Unless she used her powers again, it would remain a mystery… at least for now. Rachel hummed quietly as she stretched out her hand and touched the nearby flowers.

Hopefully Sophie would come soon so that she would be able to ask her if she had any news about the attackers that targeted Cleo.

Rachel heard a soft rustling noise and glanced in the direction of the sound. She saw Sophie walking over with a strange vial in her right palm.