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To BoredKing: Sure, Natsu has the Absorption Curse and yeah, he could just steal Seilah's Macro Curse and be done with it. However, it makes perfect sense why he wouldn't. The key lies in his motive, and the hint to that motive lies in Chapter 1.

Shady Dealings

"So, now that we got a guild hall… dome, whatever."

Natsu gave the makeshift building one last glance-over. It wasn't much, but Lisanna had built a smaller version of this when they were kids, so he wasn't about to complain.

"Yeah, so now we need cash," said Natsu, addressing the trio of women that was his guild. In one week, they'd managed to melt some slag into a long couch covered in cloth and hay that Natsu had dried out with his fire. This was their assembly… spot.

"That means we gotta let people know we're taking jobs," he continued. "Also, Seilah-"

The Chill Moon Goddess's lip curled a little when she made eye contact. "-you ever figure out how to work those tubes or find any lab notes?"

"I did not."

"Right!... Yeah!... So, where do Dark Guilds put the word out? 'Cause we also gotta find someone who knows about body molding and stuff."

Seilah smiled a little, darkly. Watching Kyoka's "master" stumble, knowing he was as weak and helpless as any other being before her, filled her black heart with joy. How a wonderful slave driver like Kyoka allowed such a weakling to dominate her, Seilah didn't know. Hopefully, Kyoka would realize that, too; then they could split Natsu. Down the middle.

Preferably with something sharp, serrated, and made of iron.

Then maybe she could watch Kyoka split Minerva in half, using that plug-in girlcock Seilah would never admit to loving. Her, a pure Etherious, in the harem of a half-human pretender? Never.

Seilah blinked when she realized she was the only one still sitting in the assembly spot. Natsu and Kyoka were descending into the levels below, discussing something about parchment, and Minerva was nowhere to be found. Grumbling, Seilah rose to follow them. Keeping Kyoka off of Natsu's cock was why, these past nights, she'd been so thorough with bedding her avian lover.

"Seilah, today?" Minerva called, hands on her hips and a sneaky smile on her face. "You and I have a job to do."

Seilah didn't feel like walking, so instead she commanded the cloth beneath her to rise, carrying her over to where Minerva stood.

"What has the pretender demanded?" she asked nonchalantly.

"I said we should look up some old watering holes for dark mages," Minerva said, her finger prodding Seilah's shoulder. "Since you can make people do what you want, I also said you should come with me."

Seilah's head tilted. "Your idea has merit, but I detect multiple motives at play. You hope to leave Kyoka and the pretender alone for a while?"

Minerva rolled her eyes. "Sooner or later, Seilah, you'll understand." A Territory Sphere appeared in Minerva's hand. "Now let's go. The sooner we get back, the better chance I have at catching Natsu in the act."

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"A cult, huh?" Natsu asked.

Kyoka nodded, opening the door to the surprisingly intact supply closet. "Before Master Mard-"

Natsu seized her by the mouth and forced her to look at him. Her puckered black lips stopped talking.

"Don't call him that," he said evenly. Then, his eyes narrowed. "That guy was full of shit, goin' on and on about preppin' the world for me, all while I'm right in front of him and he's trying to kill me. He shouldn't be anyone's master."

Natsu released her, then laid a more… friendly hold upon her shoulder. One slip, and he'd be fondling her breast.

"Don't call him that," he said again.

"Then why do we keep his name?" Kyoka inquired, glancing at his arm.

"What do you mean?"

"The Tartaros guild bears his name, 'Mard Geer Tartaros'." Kyoka looked into his eyes. "Tell me, Master: why do we keep his name if we're to reject him?"

Natsu shrugged. "Well, it sounds cool."

Kyoka frowned. Natsu's eyes dropped to her exposed cleavage, then returned to look at her face.

"So, what's the cult?"

Kyoka nodded, entering the supply room. Stacks of paper and shelves of boxes surrounded a cot-sized space where a small printing press sat on the floor. Larger sheets, made of wood pulp, hung on the wall like curtains behind the printing press.

"Before we enacted our plan with Face," Kyoka said, scanning the supplies, "one of the dark guilds beneath us reported being approached by a member of a cult. They claimed to be on a mission to summon Zeref in order to serve him, but since this guild served us, Zeref's demons, they knew better than to listen. However, remnants of the other Balam Alliance guilds likely did not."

"I get it," Natsu said, walking up and inspecting the hanging pulp paper. "So this cult thing might be our ticket to getting the word out?"

"That, or a rising force to oppose us." Kyoka's metal tendrils extended from her fingers and began opening the lids on the boxes, before lifting a sample of their contents. "Tartaros destroyed many guilds formerly controlled by our allies, in our quest to expand our ranks."

Natsu snorted. "Must've been slim pickings or really high standards, if Minerva was your only find. Still, I ain't losing sleep over dark wizards biting it."

"Ah, here we are, Master." One of Kyoka's tendrils located a box of block printing letters. "These will let us mass-produce our notices. In time, the world will know we've returned."

"Not too soon, though," Natsu said. "I mean, I never tangled with Rune Knights for more than a few seconds, but I don't want 'em shooting a Jupiter cannon at us or anything."

Kyoka nodded. "Of course, Master. I live to serve."

Her gaze lingered a moment longer on Natsu's groin, which he saw.

"Kyoka?"

"Yes?"

"Are you horny or something?"

Now her gaze met his. Standing on the tips of her large, taloned bird feet, looming over him, she reached out and drew his face into her smothering cleavage.

"You're very hard," she answered, settling her thighs against his own, "to dismiss from my thoughts, Master."

"R'll sr!" Natsu replied, grabbing handfuls of soft boob flesh and pushing them against his cheeks.

Kyoka stroked his pink hair. "I look forward to the day Seilah recognizes this, and you. We'll celebrate together."

Dragging his face up, Natsu left Kyoka's breasts (or at least his face did). His hands continued to squeeze her, savoring her size and firm thickness. As his head rose, his tongue darted out to lick her chin, then her lips.

"She seems okay with all this," he said hotly, pressing and rolling her nipples with his thumbs.

"I… don't understand, Master. Hih!"

Natsu's hold became harsh; the twinge of pain multiplied Kyoka's pleasure.

"Tell me her sweet spots," Natsu said, "what she likes, how she likes it, how I can get her going."

"I- ngh! I can't, Master." A droplet of drool formed at the corner of Kyoka's mouth; her eyes began to lose focus. "Aaaaaaiiit would betray-" She gasped and sighed. "-her trust! O-oh!"

"Loyal to a fault, huh?" Natsu nodded. His hands clawingly slid off her tits, his fingers tracing valleys in her massive melons. "I can respect that."

Kyoka gently kissed Natsu on the lips. "Thank you, Mas-"

Kyoka might've been on par with Erza's speed, but Natsu had wielded several elements in his time as a wizard: fire, lightning, and fucking surprise.

The emphasis lay on the word "fucking".

As Kyoka's pert lips formed the "s" in "Master", Natsu dropped down and double-legged Kyoka. The demoness fell backward and would've landed on the floor if Natsu hadn't flipped her legs up mid-fall and caught her by the waist. Now she hung, upside-down, her back to his stomach, her wide ass smothering a pair of steely pecs, but not for long.

While Kyoka recovered from her shock, Natsu bent over and hoisted Kyoka into another flip, rolling her body up his torso. Now, he'd seated her atop his shoulders while her humongous ass sank into his hands. Feeling her leaning away, Natsu stumbled forward until Kyoka slammed against the wall next to the door. Her head was among the ceiling joists as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Peering down her chasm of cleavage, she caught a toothy grin from Natsu, one that made her tighten her thick thighs around his head.

"Let's see how far that loyalty goes," he said.

"What do- ah, AAH! Master, wait!"

Natsu's tongue found its way inside Kyoka's pussy. He didn't even bite off her crotch cover, just stuck his tongue out and forced it aside. He quickly ran out of tongue and slammed his head forward, closing his lips around Kyoka's cunt.

"MASTER!" Her back arched against the wall. "Your tongue, it's-!"

He willed his black demon skin up his arms, sprouting pinprick claws that tauntingly stung her fat booty like a long, ongoing spank.

She couldn't speak as pleasure overwhelmed her. Natsu's tongue wasn't thick like his cock but it was far more lively. The reptilian appendage burrowed deep into Kyoka's pussy, deeper than any human tongue could, before swirling around inside her like a cyclone of lust.

The bird demon's body was going wild as gibberish tumbled from her mouth. "Uuullll! Yh-yh-yh-yh-yh-!"

He was swabbing every inch of her pussy he could reach. His tongue wound around inside her, swiping at her G-spot again and again while he sucked on her salivating snatch. His steely appendage struck her flint and the sparks filled her vision. Kyoka was at her master's mercy and she couldn't escape his clutch. Her pride as an Etherious was being forced down, replaced by her depravity as a lusty, kinky woman.

Kyoka… She'd lost her mind. Her grimacing face told it all: her body wasn't ready for all these new sensations. Her glazed-over eyes staring at the ceiling, feeling the pressure build in her loins. Every muscle in her body was tightening, winding up, from the calves crossed behind Natsu's back to her bulging lats.

Her eyes fluttered shut. "I-I can't breathe! Master! MASTER, YOU'RE-"

He stopped.

It took a moment for Kyoka to realize. She'd been so lost in pleasure that her mind was behind her body.

Natsu felt her fully loaded ass cheeks shift longingly in his hands. Her thighs did the same against his head. When she looked down, he flashed that toothy grin again.

"So, about my question…"

Kyoka shook her head, her green hair swaying behind her as its top lay trapped against the wall. "Please, Master, don't force me to choose! Don't force me!"

"Who's forcing? You could live without me eating you out or stuffing you full, right?

"No! Master, you wouldn't!"

His tongue flicked out and lapped at her clit. She squealed before Natsu said, "Wouldn't I?"

"But, after this? Af… after what you've done? To me?"

He began to draw away from the wall. Kyoka, likewise, began to descend the wall until it was the backs of her knees on Natsu's shoulders, not her thighs.

"Offer's slipping, Kyoka," he said, squeezing her ass with his claws, earning another moan from her. "Better make up your mind."

"Wait!" she cried, and stopped her slide. "If I tell you… In exchange, give me a climax for every detail I divulge."

Natsu nodded. "Seems like a fair deal..."

Kyoka pulled herself back atop him. "Please, don't leave me like this. I want you so badly, Master."

Natsu chuckled. "You sure drive a hard bargain."

"Swear it on Zeref's name."

Rolling his eyes, remembering how this very woman had stabbed a man in the back, literally, Natsu said, "On Zeref's name, I swear it."

Ugh, gotta wash out my mouth later, he thought.

"Then we... are... agreed," Kyoka said, her breath growing heavy.

Natsu's tongue plunged back inside her, fucking her raw and slathering her sensitive G-spot.

"Yes, YES! MASTER, YEEEES!"

Kyoka wailed like a banshee as her body came undone, all over Natsu's face. From the initial peak, a series of mini-peaks followed as Natsu lapped at her swollen clit, each lick causing her chest to heave with a startled breath. It was like several dwindling plateaus from an absolutely monstrous mountain, and it proved a grave mistake.

In truth, Kyoka had planned to only sate her lust and tell one thing about Seilah, but the speed and power of her climax crushed her better judgement.

"Again!" she cried. "Aa-aaabuse me again!"

"I'll do better than that," Natsu said, and started adding his hands to the mix. Kyoka came hard and fast, two, three, four times in as many minutes. Or maybe it was longer; Natsu had forgotten the time.

Kyoka had forgotten how to count, especially when Natsu stuck his thumbs up her asshole and forced out the biggest secret. At which, Natsu got Kyoka wound up to nearly her biggest orgasm yet, but stopped again.

"Master, you swore!"

Natsu didn't reply. Instead, he reached down with one hand, shimmied his pants down, lifted her up, and brought her pussy to the tip of his cock.

"Oh." Kyoka's eyes shot wide. "OH."

Natsu rubbed the tip against her folds. Her legs began to quiver, so pent-up she was.

"Never forget," Natsu said, "loyalty to your guild is important, too."

With that, he lifted her up and dropped her onto his cock.

"OH, GODS! UUUUUUUGH!"

Her starving walls stretched around his womb-wrecker, even tighter with every pulsing spasm that rocked her. Kyoka was left limp in Natsu's arms, dazed and compressed between a rock and a hard body. Her raised nipples were pushed in by the density of Natsu's chest, two hot buttons of ecstasy from her mind-shattering climax. Kyoka's scream fizzled out into a raspy gargle as her thighs slid up and down his hips, disconnected from her brain and running solely on need, on desperate, desperate need.

Then he started fucking her. His arms beneath her legs, he held her waist as Natsu started bucking her atop his cock like a wild stallion.

"Fuck, Kyoka," Natsu grunted. "Your body's so thick. I love thick women!"

Kyoka hung limply in Natsu's hands. He never thought he'd get so much from overpowering a woman like this. Dominating her, owning her, holding her helpless while she let him use her like a sex toy lit a fire in his demon soul hotter than the sun.

His muscles burned with exertion, tightened to show their strength. He swung her away from the wall so she was held up only by his hands and his massive, steely cock. She was leaning so far back that her head almost touched the ground. Her big, milky mounds bounced over her face with every thrust.

"Master! You're so big! So stro-omph!" Her shout was smothered by her massive melons slipping and sliding across her face. The surprised gasp caused her to suck on her own tit, though she missed the puffy bud. Her hands, lying limp in her hair, weakly came to life and pawed at Natsu's forearms.

Natsu paused, wide-eyed as he said, "What, more?"

Her senses returning (for now), Kyoka pulled herself upright until she was face-to-face with her lover.

"Master..." she panted, kissing him deeply and sliding her tongue in his mouth. She felt his cock twitch, sparking a light squeal. "Ah! I... could never have enough. What woman could? Claim me. Break me!"

Her knees gripped his sides as she started riding his cock. "Force yourself on your loyal concubine! Oh, Master!"

Her eyes were glazing over again. Natsu was putting a spell over her with his feral glint, silently declaring that yes, she was his personal bird-slut and there was no going back to a life without his touch.

"But how do we make it so you…" Natsu trailed off as his new demon mind did some mental math, a calculation of angles. "Oh yeah, let's see how you like this one."

Holding her carefully, yet tightly enough to stop her gyrations, Natsu bent over and shifted his elbows forward, folding Kyoka's thick, curvy body in half. Now she hung parallel to the ground. His hold on her shifted further up, his cock slowly sliding out as her wide, meaty ass dipped in the air. Only the tip remained inside of her. Her stomach fluttered with want, her womb hungry for his seed, of which he'd yet to give her.

"Tell me," he said, looking down into her eyes, "are you a tough lady?"

Her eyes widened, in excitement and defiance. "There were none more durable than I in all of Tartaros."

Natsu grinned. "Thought so."

He spread his knees a little. "Then that means… Heh heh…"

Suddenly the two were falling. "You can TAKE IT!"

"GODS!" Kyoka screamed, her legs and arms slamming shut around him as gravity drove his thick cock all the way inside her. She orgasmed instantly.

Natsu lifted his hips but barely half an inch left Kyoka. Her legs made sure he couldn't escape her sopping wet pussy.

"YOU WANTED MORE, YOU GOT IT!"

He slammed her down again, and Kyoka screamed again. "FILL ME, YES! FILL MY QUIM! IT NEEDS YOU, MASTER!"

Natsu started going higher and higher with each powerful thrust. Every time, Kyoka's legs wouldn't let him out, and every thrust drove him into her with the power of a train. Her firm curves cushioned each blow, which soon started to crack the floor. Natsu was pounding her into the ground, literally, Kyoka screaming her lungs out as she came over and over again.

"Fuck," he growled. "I can't last much longer." Truthfully, he was surprised he'd made it this far. Only the challenge Kyoka presented had kept his dick from bursting like a floodgate.

Kyoka couldn't speak. All she could do was cling to him, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open, her head hitting the floor from the reflexive whiplash of his powerful fucking. Her legs began to weaken. Her non-stop climaxes kept sending the blood shooting through her body, but her pussy kept drawing it back, desperate to suck the demon seed from his magnificent manhood.

"Ah, crap," Natsu said. He seized her legs and bent them back, forcing her knees to the floor and her ass into the air. "Eyes down low, Kyoka."

Kyoka, dazed and docile, did as she was asked. Looking down her hot, sweaty curves, the cobwebs cleared around the center of her vision where she saw Natsu's cock emerging from her. One inch, three, seven, until the very top of the tip was all that remained.

"Mas… ter..." She struggled in his grip, too weak of will to escape. "Mooore...!"

"Keep watching, Kyoka," he said, before slowly wriggling his hips above her. The top of his meat-column parted her pussy folds over and over, stoking that flowing furnace until he felt his blood re-boil and his cock ready to blow.

Kyoka watched, too, her black lips curling into a grimace as she felt her cunt stretched even further. On instinct, she applied a bit of Enhancement Curse to herself, and to Natsu.

Then, Natsu went pistoning in for the kill.

"Get ready f-FUCK!"

"AUUU-K!"

Kyoka's scream was cut short; now she literally couldn't breathe. All she could do was lurch against him as an orgasm to dwarf all others ripped through her body, tightening around his massive phallus while Natsu erupted inside of her. Her legs overpowered his arms and trapped him in a bear hug. His seed shot through her snatch, stretching her out more and pushing at her barren womb. He gave a few more thrusts as his balls emptied themselves, stroking her overstuffed insides. It felt amazing for them both.

At last the air came gasping into her lungs but Kyoka stayed locked, arched against the ground with Natsu's body held in her slutty death-grip. Natsu's hands dug deep into Kyoka's ass; he was still weakly thrusting, getting those last sparks of pleasure for both of them.

Kyoka's legs slackened as he rocked himself out of her. He saw a slutty smile forming on her face, her tongue starting to slide from her mouth as her body went limp. Her heaving tits were the only things that still moved.

Natsu leaned in to kiss her, one last time. His long tongue hooked her own and guided it into his mouth, before their lips met and dueling sighs touched between them.

Natsu tried to keep his composure but he just felt too sated. He slid off her mouth and lay against her body, shifting slowly around as he sought to get comfortable against her soft, plentiful curves. Everything about her was cushy. Even her flat stomach was wrapped in a fluffy layer of feminine softness, concealing the muscle beneath.

Weakly, he turned his head and sniffed her green hair, smelling the sweat and sex on its locks, but also the scent that was her, like a dark wind carrying embers of burning cedar.

"So… Hah..." he panted, sliding his hands beneath her back, loving her rear-mounted curves, too. "You trust me?"

Kyoka stretched her neck out, inviting Natsu's nose and face to its smooth curvature. "I trust you to do what is best for Tartaros."

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Seilah perked up for a moment while listening to the infestation of hooded humans before her. Not one among them knew what body-molding was nor anyone who would, so her visit to this hollowed-out tree had proven a waste of time. She commanded that these rats take care of each other, and by the time she'd floated to the door on her makeshift flying carpet, every dark mage in the Undead Wyvern Guild was lying in a pool of their own blood.

Seilah spared them no thought. Those who were not of use to Tartaros merely existed to become obstacles. No, her thought was instead directed towards Minerva. Her partner had separated from her a ways back, and Seilah didn't know when or how she'd snuck away. Still, either Minerva was strong enough to find her way back to their headquarters atop the Cube, floating as it was behind a mountain to the south of Magnolia, or she was too weak and brainless to be a member of Tartaros.

On the other hand, if Minerva had gone back to the guild to fornicate with Natsu and Kyoka, Seilah swore to kill her.

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As it turned out, Minerva had returned to the Cube, and she had walked in on Natsu and Kyoka, but not to join the latter two in another three-way coupling. She'd returned to collect something, and walked in on Natsu and Kyoka stamping paper fliers out from the printing press. It was a bit tedious, but it meant there was no magic for anyone to detect, therefore no way for someone to track down the Cube.

"So," Minerva said, picking one up off the floor, "this is us?"

Natsu nodded. "I figured we could thin the competition a little more, and maybe lure out this cult Kyoka told me about."

The flier itself was a simple thing. It advertised an upstart, almost naive dark guild called Skeleton Song and their drop request location. The details of what contracts they'd accept and their policies regarding collateral damage were scrawled along the side columns. The guild's insignia was a musical note with a skull instead of a circle at the bottom, and an X crossing them out. A tagline at the bottom read, Dead men don't sing.

"This looks… amateurish," Minerva admitted, and was surprised when Natsu grinned at her.

"Glad you think so," he said.

"Dark Guilds wouldn't hesitate to snuff out this new upstart," Kyoka said, working the lever and stamping out another flier. "If we're fortunate, one of them might send a stronger member to do it, to intercept whoever collects the requests."

"And if we're very fortunate," Minerva mused, eyes half-lidded as she glanced at Natsu's crotch, "it'll be a sexy woman they send."

"Doubt it," said Natsu, walking over to her and stuffing a flier down her cleavage. "So, you find anything about body-molding?"

"Actually, I might have found someone better." Minerva slipped her fingers onto Natsu's shoulders and hoisted herself up, peering at Kyoka while her olive rack filled Natsu's vision. "Kyoka, where do you keep that… wonderful toy of yours?"

"In the wine cellar," she replied, then realized the implication. "Why do you-"

"And Natsu?" She dropped back down and drew circles on his chest with her claw. "My big, hard slab of muscle?" she asked sweetly.

Natsu pushed her hand away. "Don't do the sweet-talky thing, Minerva. It's not you."

"You know me so well."

Natsu's eyes became saucer-sized when her hand dropped to her pants and grabbed a handful of his great balls of fertility.

"I need some of Kyoka's Enhancement Curse," Minerva said, smiling as she massaged his man-fruits. "You're going to get it for me, then punish me for stepping out of line by ruining my pussy and throat."

She glanced past him. "After I watch you fuck her."

The bird-woman glanced up. "I am not your toy, Minerva."

"Of course not," Minerva chuckled, still handling his crotch. "You're Natsu's toy. So, Natsu?"

"Ngh…" Truthfully, he wanted to ruin her right now, but any more sex and the smell would probably stick to the paper. "It's a deal. C'mere, Kyoka."

Rolling her eyes, and receiving a slap on her jiggly bum for recompense, Kyoka held out a hand to her master. Clearly, she didn't know how this worked, because she squawked with shock when Natsu yanked her close and crushed her to him, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and mashing their lips together. After moaning and shifting against him, her eyes screwed shut from the intensity of his passion, Kyoka was set aside.

Now, it was Minerva's turn. She stretched out and pressed herself to him. Like their first kiss, Natsu grabbed her and forced his mouth against hers, the power flowing out of him. She could feel his calloused hands on her body, tracing her hourglass figure and seizing the feminine curves of her wide hips.

"Wah-?" Minerva was suddenly forced to her knees. Natsu's hand held one of her horns while the other dropped his pants. Before she could even catch up, her nose was buried in Natsu's sack, flooded by the musky scent of his cum-cannon's powder keg.

Minerva moaned and her eyes rolled back. She couldn't help it: a whore like her was weak to her man's weapon of maidenly desecration.

Natsu humped her face once, then let her up and said, "Careful what you wish for, Minerva."

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Seilah's latest destruction of a dark guild, this one called Poison Comet, hadn't gone unnoticed. As she was leaving the chaotic guild to burn itself to the ground, a lone figure, themselves due to visit the guild in question, had overheard her queries and recognized her distinctive look.

The figure's head cocked beneath their hood, emblazoned as it was with (what appeared to be) the mark of the Independent Guild, Crime Sorciere.

"Body-molding, eh?" murmured the figure. "Now what could the orphans be planning to do with that?"

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Energized as only horniness could, Minerva's Territory carried her up to the top of the Cube, then to the top of the mountain it hid behind. Then, after furiously rubbing one out, right there on the rocky slope, she was off again. Evening had fallen by the time her fingers had sated… Well, not "sated her" so much as "re-enabled her sound decision-making."

Quickly she went looking around the Eastern Forest for an old cache. Her former dark guild, Succubus Eye, had kept it as a panic stash. The tree that concealed it was easy to spot, but hard to find. One last thing she'd need was money, and a hefty sum of it.

Now, for the first part of her plan, she had an appointment to keep, on a second-floor balcony in Magnolia.

Author's note:

Good news, readers! I haven't received sufficient feedback per my ultimatum, but I have decided to get my revenge by moving forward with the next chapter.