Chapter 470 – Financial Dom Top
The morning went about as normal as it could in a house full of demon royalty, underwater economists, prideborn heiresses, and one perpetually half-awake girl in oversized pajamas.
Lux sat at the head of the long breakfast table, shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest, hair still a little damp from his emergency morning bath. He had a mug in his hand. The mug said "Financial Dom Top."
Steam curled off the surface. The coffee was dark. Dangerous. Demon-roasted. Laced with mana stimulants. His first sip was reverent. Sacred. Like a contract renewal for his soul.
It tasted like salvation.
The scent of roasted nuts, citrus peel, and burnt ambition filled the room. Eggs sizzled somewhere behind him. Mana-toasted sourdough floated itself to plates. Enchanted jam jars politely offered their contents with tiny runic hand gestures. Someone had requested a melon.
