[Side Story 25] The Melancholy of a Young Woman

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This story is a bit odd; the ending strayed from the original plan.
It was originally a side story of the Ruby arc, but like the main story, it was completely cut.
Writing it here is like giving the Ruby arc a sequel, explaining the later situation.
"I hereby announce—the rebirth of the Blazing Knights! From this moment forward, the Blazing Knights will be
led by me, Alyssan, wife of Duke Velas! In the flames, the Blazing Knights will be reborn once more!"
In Landila, the capital of the Stag Duchy, on the rooftop, the legendary female knight of the Empire, Lady Alyssan, raised her hand to
the sky, announcing this shocking news with an elegant and magnificent gesture. Before this, the
Blazing Knights, once formed by the Empire's Ruby members, had accompanied a girl's controversial life, experiencing
the entire process from establishment to prosperity, and then becoming a group of sinners, effectively already in a state of disintegration.
"Really? The Blazing Knights reborn? But weren't they already disbanded?" the citizens murmured
in confusion.
"No, it's not disbanding, it's issuing warrants! They're criminals of the Empire!" People murmured amongst themselves.
Even the legendary female knight, Alexandra, couldn't erase the scars inflicted on the Empire by that incident
. The founder of the Blazing Knights Empire, the Ruby born from fire, the most beautiful girl in the Empire, the Bride of Flame
, daughter of the Grand Duke of the Red Deer family, the leader of the Dragon Riders, the Unburnt—this woman with countless titles
brought disaster to the entire Grand Duchy of the Stag and even the Empire. She was the Empire's jinx, the city burner, the incestuous one, the adulterer
, the lewd witch. She was the source of the turmoil in the Duchy of the Stag and the murderer of the Imperial prince. She
bore countless crimes: murder, massacre, rebellion, lewdness, and more. She was
the most defiled figure in the Empire's modern history; even her name became taboo.
Therefore, people couldn't understand why the Blazing Knights, now considered criminals, would be reorganized. With the Grand Duke of the Stag dead
and various factions vying for the throne, this action was even more incomprehensible. Anyone
associated with the Blazing Knights is a scandal.
The curtain behind Alexandra parted, revealing the newly formed Blazing Knights. Just as before,
they were all women, each possessing exceptional beauty and poise—the most talented in the empire. Among them
were even some familiar faces.
"Ceres the Clarity, indeed from the former Blazing Knights," someone recognized the blonde,
intelligent beauty standing in the center, the former vice-commander of the Blazing Knights, Seres. Her presence further confirmed that this
group was indeed the Blazing Knights of the past.
"To reorganize these sinners, what is Duke Velas thinking?" someone
questioned from below. Currently, various factions within the Stag family are vying for the Grand Duke's throne, and Duke Velas, the Grand Duke's brother, is naturally
the focus of attention. At this crucial moment, the Grand Duke's wife has announced her succession to the forbidden woman's knightly
order, undoubtedly negatively impacting Velas's bid for the Grand Duke's position. After all, among that woman's many crimes
was the crime of overthrowing the Grand Duchy of Sturgeon.
"The Blazing Knights are no longer sinners. This is a pardon personally issued by Prince Karl of the Empire, and
a copy will be shown to everyone soon. I reiterate, the Blazing Knights are no longer sinners!"
Alexandra loudly announced. A pardon personally issued by First Prince Karl was more reliable proof than anything else;
it was enough to silence any dissent. The girl last appeared in people's sight during the Black
Tide, a prophecy that posed a huge threat to the entire Orus. The demonic invasion even swept to the
heart of the Empire. When the Iron Prince led his army against the Black Tide, the girl appeared, but instead of
bringing fire and destruction to the Empire as prophesied, she simply vanished from sight,
never to be heard from again. The last person to speak to her was Prince Karl, but no one knew what had happened
. All that was known was that afterward, Karl led his army to sweep across the entire empire's Black Tide, driving all demonic
forces out of the empire and becoming the empire's undisputed hero.
In the capital, when Karl was seen again, this iron-willed man sat on his throne,
deep in thought. The girl's existence had become a crime, and as the representative of the empire's ironclad laws, Karl
could only silently accept it. This man was one of the closest to the truth, but as the future emperor of the empire, he
had to prioritize the empire's foundation. However, when Alicia pleaded to preserve the Blazing Knights, this
man committed what was perhaps the only act of violating imperial law in his life: Karl used his
privilege as a prince to grant Alicia's request.
"At least, this is proof that you once existed," Alicia said, standing on the balcony, gazing into the distance. Now,
the girl, whose name could not even be mentioned, only had the Blazing Knights as proof that she had lived and fought
.
...
Underground in the slave market of the Grand Duchy of the Stag.
Masked tycoons indulged in their privileges as the powerful in a lavish underground club. The
girl, the incident—it was all in the past. The Grand Duchy of the Stag, the entire empire, remained unshaken. Everything was the
same as before: slavery persisted, the parasites of the state continued to feed on the empire's flesh and blood, nothing had changed.
"I never imagined that Velas would allow his wife to succeed him as the Grand Master of the Blazing Knights. He's
courting death." A masked man in red sipped his wine, a naked slave beside him
. She was a beautiful girl, a slave captured during the war with the Western Alliance. In the empire,
the existence of slavery was still considered legitimate.
"Now there's another way to attack the Duke. If I were Velas,
I would divorce this wife; after all, she's been used like that." Opposite him sat another
man in a red coat, both bearing the stag's crest.
"The legendary female knight Alexandra was nothing more than a whore who had been played with by countless men."
The crystal ball on the table displayed a beautiful, naked young woman surrounded by a group of men, engaging in lewd sexual acts.
The scene was one of debauchery. The young woman was none other than Alyssa, the legendary female knight and wife of Duke Velas.
Within the crystal sphere, she sat naked on a man's lap, his hands gripping her buttocks as his penis thrust
into her vagina, pounding relentlessly. Alyssa's snow-white buttocks swayed with each slap. Simultaneously,
another man stood before her, inserting his penis into her mouth and
fondling her breasts, which were being squeezed until milk spilled, dripping onto the floor
. On either side, another man held and manipulated Alyssa's penis, creating
a scene of wanton debauchery. Only the men wore masks; only Alyssa was clearly visible within the crystal sphere
.
"Someone, take this letter to our legendary female knight. Tell her to bring it to the slave market alone,"
the masked man in red said with a smile, handing the letter to a servant. They held in their hands evidence of Alexandra's past humiliation
, a stain of promiscuity that would utterly tarnish her and her husband, Velas's, standing.
...
In the Fiery Knights' office, Lady Alexandra was working, with documents prepared for her by the Clarity-Seeker, Seris, beside her
.
"Seris, what do you think of me compared to my predecessor?" a weary Alexandra asked.
“I’ve been retired for too long since marrying the Duke, and now I’m just doing administrative work. I still feel a little
out of place.”
“Captain, you’ve done a great job.” The rational Seres said frankly, “In fact,
although the young lady was the nominal captain before, she had too many roles and didn’t handle the affairs of the order most of the time.
I handled them instead. If you’d like, I can handle the affairs of the order for you as before.”
“Yes, I remember she was the captain of the ‘Bright Flame’ chapter back then.” Alexandra sighed,
“Truly remarkable, my niece.”
“Frankly, I think the current situation is more conducive to the development of the Knights. Captain Alexandra, I’m truly
grateful that you stood up to rebuild the Blazing Knights.” Seres felt a little guilty, after all, in that incident, although
it was for the sake of the entire Knights, she still betrayed them. So when Alexandra found her and wanted to rehire her
as vice captain, it was also a kind of forgiveness for Seres.
“From you, I see the future of the entire team.” Seres spoke her mind.
“Ah, after all, I promised her.” After the Black Tide, Alexandra also met her niece. Her
niece, now a sinner, still harbored a lingering attachment.
“I feel guilty towards those who followed me. If possible, please help me save them.” It
was this sentence that became the catalyst for Alexandra's rebuilding of the Blazing Knights. Of course, for Alexandra herself, her
goal was not merely salvation, but to stand once again on the Empire's stage. The former was for her niece, the latter
for herself.
A huge shadow loomed over her; in that incident, Alexandra had lost too much. Her body
was defiled, she became a plaything of the enemy, humiliated by countless people, and her shame was recorded in crystal as proof of her transgressions,
used as a tool to coerce her. A single misstep would ruin her and her husband's reputation. At that
time, she had to feign compliance, using her body to appease those people.
Just then, the door opened, and a maidservant brought in a sealed document addressed to Lady Alexandra herself
. This made Alexandra's heart sink; what was bound to happen would happen eventually.
...
Walking the streets of the Duchy of the Stag, Alexandra donned her cloak and surveyed her surroundings. Nothing had changed.
The effects of the Black Tide had faded, and the war with the Western Alliance had temporarily ended. Even in the multicultural
Duchy of the Stag, slave wagons could be seen coming and going. In the Empire, slavery was a legal
existence. Alexandra still remembered the feeling of being stripped naked and locked in a prison wagon, being despised and mocked by those around her.
Anyone could reach in and ravage the poor woman in the wagon; that feeling of helplessness was deeply etched into her heart
. She knew that feeling, and all the efforts that girl had made, all the struggles she had fought for, had vanished along with her
name into the history of the Empire. Nothing had changed.
Reaching the slave market, a slave trader greeted her, rubbing his hands together: "Madam, what kind of
slave are you looking to buy? We recently received a new batch of slaves, all captured by the Western Alliance. Some are young and strong enough
to be henchmen, and others are handsome enough to please you."
"Take me to the slave market," Alexandra said coldly.
"Madam?" The slave trader thought he'd misheard. "The slave market? But this… ah, ahhh,
it's Lady Alexandra! How disrespectful! I didn't recognize her." Only
when Alexandra lifted the top part of her cloak did the man recognize the famous Lady Alexandra.
"It's alright, just take me there," Alexandra said coldly, then followed the slave trader
to the slave area, entering a special section dedicated to the sale of sex slaves. Here
, many female slaves could be seen bound in various positions, being trained and disciplined. Everywhere, the groans of the slaves, the sound of slave traders cracking whips, and 　　the screams of those tortured
with cruel instruments could be heard . 　　Alexandra frowned, suppressing her anger as she surveyed her surroundings. Even someone of her status couldn't possibly do 　　something that violated imperial law—rescuing all the female slaves. Moreover, she had another purpose. Alexandra walked up to 　　the first group of female slaves and carefully examined them to see if they were former members of the Blazing Knights. Of the former Blazing 　　Knights, less than a third remained. 　　Those who followed Ceres survived, another third went to the Demonic Forest with another vice-captain, Cecilia, and after nearly half were lost, the remaining 　　members mostly chose to leave after that event. This included Cecilia herself; although 　　she received an invitation, the swordswoman chose to leave the Blazing Knights and become a wandering swordsman. Alexandra 　　understood these people.

But the most worrying were the last third. They were all victims of that incident,
captured and trained, becoming men's toys and slaves. Theodia with her azure twin swords, Audreyra the golden-eyed demon
, and many others became sex toys in the dark world of training, their whereabouts unknown.
Although she knew these people were unlikely to remain within Alyssa's reach, Alyssa still wanted to make her
best effort.
The slave trader followed behind Alyssa, looking at the beautiful and mature young woman before him. The legendary female knight Alyssa
was a well-known beauty and socialite in the empire. Having distinguished herself on the battlefield, Alyssa
retired after marrying Duke Velas and became a lady of high society. Regardless of her status, her beauty and charm
were a major topic of conversation in the empire.
However… the slave trader, looking at Alyssa from behind, couldn't help but stare at her shapely buttocks
. Today, Alyssa's attire, while not particularly daring, wasn't conservative either; her rather tight and light clothing
exposed her perfect curves to the men's gaze. As expected of the empire's socialite, simply standing there fully clothed
, she aroused the thugs and slave owners.
However, a familiar figure flashed through the slave trader's mind. Long ago, the empire's nemesis
murdered the Grand Duke's son, Leonor, the seventh prince's son and the Black-Clad Grand Duke's son, in the capital of the Great Stag Kingdom, committing
a heinous crime against the three great families. A woman was sent to this slave market; she was perhaps
the most beautiful and alluring young woman the slave trader had ever seen.
The slave trader licked his lips; he still remembered the young woman's appearance when she was brought to the slave market in a prison cart.
Unlike the other female slaves, this young woman possessed extraordinary eyes, the kind of
aura only those of nobility and integrity could possess, making her stand out even when stripped naked in public.
The slave trader still remembered personally binding the naked young woman to a wooden frame, then whipping her
beautiful body, watching her full breasts tremble with each lash, and seeing
the humiliated expression on her face as her long legs finally succumbed to the precise blows. Then he would lift one of her legs high,
tie her in a split, and insert his penis into her body, feeling the tightness of the penetration.
Of course, there were also the days that followed, filled with various forms of torture: enemas, forced urination,
forced lactation, dog-like discipline, aphrodisiac-laced orgys, watching her noble face harden with humiliation as she endured pleasure and pain
. The slave trader remembered that the young woman ultimately refused to yield, but that didn't matter; only unyielding
female slaves offered the pleasure of being trained.
Ah, those were truly beautiful memories. Soon, the young woman was taken away by the Red-Clad Family and
never appeared again. The slave trader never saw a better woman. But now, it was as if that young woman
was standing before him again.
Just staring at her buttocks made the slave trader hard, and he couldn't resist the urge to lift her skirt
to see if it was the same feeling he had felt before. However, reason prevailed over lust.
After all, she was the renowned Lady Alexandra, someone he couldn't afford to mess with.
"What I'm looking for isn't here," Lady Alexandra sighed in disappointment. "Take me to your secret
room."
The so-called secret room was actually a place for men to play with their female slaves, and he was just a little surprised that
a noble lady like Lady Alexandra knew about and wanted to go to such a place.
...
"As expected, you came alone, legendary female knight, Lady Alexandra." Sitting in the room were
two richly dressed men, both wearing masks, their faces obscured. But on the table was a memory
crystal, and seeing it, Alexandra trembled. Made from special minerals,
these memory crystals, possessed only by a select few nobles, are capable of recording images. They are the perfect tool to coerce Alyssa, but ordinary enemies
cannot possess them.
Within the memory crystal before her, flickering images flashed of Alyssa, dressed in what could only be described as a ribbon-like lingerie,
dancing provocatively around a pole in a brothel. Though it was a past scene, the woman's ecstatic state,
her appearance, and her voice were all perfectly recorded within the crystal.
"Just like before, Ms. Alyssa, take off your clothes," the masked man commanded
. She
had no choice but to obey; otherwise, they would publish her ecstatic state as seen in the crystal, creating
a scandal throughout the Duchy of Sturgeons, even the Empire, ruining her and her husband's reputation. But if she obeyed
, a new memory crystal would record another unbearable scene, making her already dire situation even
worse.
This was their method, a manipulative tactic that kept Alyssa's heart constantly burdened by
the guilt of betraying her husband, gradually leading her to succumb to depravity.
Alexandra nodded, slowly removing her coat in front of the men, revealing
the stunning beauty befitting a socialite of the empire's highest echelons. As a legendary female knight and a young married woman, Alexandra possessed
a unique allure in the men's eyes—a captivating charm born from the act of toying with another man's wife.
Alexandra gritted her teeth, humiliatingly removing her coat bit by bit. When it finally fell to the ground,
her flawless, snow-white flesh caused the men before her to gasp.
"Is that enough?" Alexandra asked, humiliated, knowing they wouldn't let her off the hook.
"Take off your underwear and panties too!!" Alexandra glared at the men, but reluctantly complied
. She slowly untied the ropes binding her back, revealing her ample breasts to the men's view.
Then, she covered her breasts with one hand, while the other reached behind her to untie the ropes binding her genitals,
leaving her shaved lower body completely exposed.
Seeing the famous young woman of the empire standing before them with such alluring charm, the men couldn't restrain themselves, and their desires aroused.
Alexandra suppressed the men's lustful gazes; there were only four of them, including servants, and although they were unarmed
, she could easily defeat them with hand-to-hand combat skills. But the young woman still lowered her eyes, submitting to their orders.
"Please, enjoy me as you please..." Alexandra said resignedly, closing her eyes. This wasn't the first time.
The other side's power was so immense that she dared not take the risk… Alexandra truly loved her husband. For
Vilas, she retired from the army and became a lady of the imperial social circle. Later, during the Ruby incident,
Vilas lost in the power struggle and found himself in dire straits. It was then that Alexandra was caught red-handed and, at
the cost of protecting her husband, became a slave to the other side, bearing
a stain she could never wash away.
Although Vilas eventually survived the adversity, Alexandra dared not
risk anything now that there was even a glimmer of hope. It was this mindset that kept her under the other side's control.
Not now, not yet… Alexandra told herself, she had slowly turned
the tide in this desperate situation. She and Vilas had been imprisoned, but at least now the other side could no longer control
their actions. She had gained her freedom, and Vilas had regained power.
I must endure it, I can't take the risk now… For her husband's sake, Alexandra forced herself to endure the humiliation. The situation
was slowly improving; now, all they could use was her body. She was the only one suffering
; this pain was hers alone to bear.
The man embraced Alexandra and produced another memory crystal, showing a scene from her office.
Separated only by a door, Alexandra had been stripped naked and had one leg raised while being penetrated from behind, while her husband's
greetings and knocking echoed outside. Even as she reached orgasm, she dared not cry out, only deceiving her husband with the immoral act of urging him to leave
.
There were many crystals like this, recording one humiliating memory after another of her being played with by other men.
This was Alexandra's greatest weakness. In the current power struggles of the Stag Kingdom, any stain
could plunge Velas back into the abyss, never to rise again. Therefore, Alexandra dared not resist, and she knew the men before her were merely agents; even if she 　　subdued them
here, it would be futile, only leading to unforeseen consequences.
Therefore, she had to endure humiliation, wait for
the right opportunity, slowly find out the other party's weaknesses, and try her best not to let her own heart sink.

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