Hippolyta reluctantly got off Byron and jumped off the bed, walking where she had thrown her dress to pick it up.
Byron remained still for a while, not wanting the bad news to disrupt such a beautiful moment.
He didn't want the worries to override the ecstatic state both his body and mind were in after smashing three of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
He didn't want to worry himself overthinking about what the visions were about. Or what kind of danger he would be in.
Most of all, he didn't want to worry for Strawberry.
He had seen the four priestesses. Strawberry was the only one among them with silver hair. Another had blond hair, then black for the remaining two.
So, when Nym said that the Silver Priestess was having visions, Strawberry's image was the first thing that came into Byron's mind.
He prayed he was wrong, that perhaps they didn't refer to their priestesses based on the color of their hair.
