Crossing the Sword Wind Chapter 4

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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the dense forest, and I gradually awoke from a night of passion with Casca.
Looking down at the beauty tightly embracing me, Casca was still fast asleep after a night of madness, while my morning erection
rekindled my throbbing.
Casca: "Mmm..."
Casca also slowly woke up, her lower body throbbing with pain. Looking at our still intimately connected bodies,
she recalled the previous night's frenzy, and a blush crept onto her face. She tried to sit up, but I stopped her by pulling her close around the waist
.
I said, "Let me stay inside a little longer."
Casca, blushing, punched me lightly in the chest, then buried her face in my chest and embraced me.
After lying down for a while, Casca said softly, "It's unbelievable... It feels like it's not my own body
... Judging from how skilled you were yesterday, you must have done it quite a lot, right?"
I said, "Huh?... Not many times..."
Casca said, "Nonsense! During our time in Wyndam, you were almost never seen returning to the barracks at night, and you
'd come back in the morning with a lewd look on your face."
I said awkwardly, "Oh, really?... "
Casca shouted, "Siegfried!" After a moment of silence, Casca suddenly looked up at me and shouted loudly.
Me: "Wha...what is it?"
Casca looked at me tenderly and said, "It's good to have you...Siguf...it's good to have you here
..." She kissed me on the cheek, and I felt incredibly happy. I rolled over and pinned Casca beneath
me, using my morning erection to thrust into her honey pot again.
Casca: "Ah...no...ah...stop...Siguf...oh...you
guy with your head full of semen...ah...uh...uh..." I sealed Casca's mouth with mine, her whispers
gradually turning into moans with my passionate thrusts.
Because I had ejaculated too much last night, I couldn't ejaculate much this morning. After Casca groaned loudly and
climaxed, I stopped, unable to bear continuing to ravage the beauty beneath me.
A figure in the distant bushes watched Casca and me, his hands trembling between his legs. Only after seeing that we
were finished did he slowly get up and retreat towards the Hawk's camp.
After resting for a while, the two got up to return to the camp. The moment they separated, a large amount of honey-like fluid
gushed out with a "plop" as I withdrew my penis, leaving a trail on the ground.
Casca playfully scolded, "It's all your fault! Don't look!"
After most of the fluid in her vagina had flowed out, Casca struggled to her feet, staggering. I quickly supported her.
I said, "Don't push yourself. I'll carry you back."
Casca agreed, and we both got dressed. I carried Casca's soft body towards the camp
.
Back at the camp, the members of the Band of the Hawk surrounded us.
Judau: "Casca, Sigfy, where did you go last night? We were so worried!"
I carried Casca on my back without putting her down. "Casca twisted her ankle last night, and we spent
the night outside."
Casca blushed slightly. "I'm sorry for making everyone worry."
Gorcas: "You and Sigfy spent the whole night together?"
Judau: "Alright, Gorcas, it's good that they're back safely." The figure in the bushes earlier was Judau;
he interrupted to smooth things over for Casca.
Casca leaned slightly forward on my back. "I'll shake..." "Get up and lead everyone out of this predicament, and rescue
Griffith."
I said, "Let Casca rest first, I'll take care of her."
I carried Casca back to her tent, laid her on the bed, and sat beside her. Casca
held my hand and said, "Don't tell anyone about us yet."
I understood, gently kissed Casca's forehead, and said I knew. And so, Casca and I
began our secret affair while hiding from the pursuit of the Kingdom of Midland, and we spent a year in this situation.
One day a year later, the morning sun shone through the leaves of the forest, casting rays of light on a slightly open space
. A woman's moans echoed in the dense forest. Casca held onto a large tree, bent over,
and raised her buttocks to meet my violent thrusts. I gripped Casca's slender waist, my hips pounding against Casca's
peach-like buttocks, my thick, long penis sliding in and out of her warm, moist honey hole.
Throughout the year, the Kingdom of Midland issued a nationwide manhunt for the remnants of the Band of the Hawk. To evade capture,
Casca and I led the remnants in a guerrilla war deep in the mountains. After each successful evasion, Casca
would become unusually excited when we secretly made love.
Over the past year, Casca had transformed from a naive young girl into a mature woman through my caresses and nurturing. Her figure had become fuller
, with larger breasts and hips. Her once round breasts had become even fuller and softer, now a D-cup size,
thanks to my kneading. Her pink nipples had deepened in color from my kisses, and her areolas had enlarged. Casca's waist had become more supple and slender from the constant movements on my body. Her labia, once 　　brown, had turned a deep, luscious black
from the friction and impacts I had created .
Casca's honeypot can now completely accommodate and swallow my thick, arm-sized penis.
Each orgasm in the depths of her honeypot tightly grips my glans, preventing my semen from being wasted. Although
she maintains the solemn and dignified image of the acting leader of the Band of the Hawk in public, in private, Casca
transforms into a female knight, riding me with her tight honeypot gripping my penis, relentlessly venting her inner
pressure.
Casca: "Ah...so good...ah...harder...harder...oh...fuck me...ah...
right there...fuck me..."
I grasped and kneaded Casca's full D-cup breasts, thrusting my hips forcefully against her firm, plump buttocks, creating
waves of pleasure.
Casca: "Ah...it's coming...Siguf...this time...don't go in too deep...oh...
" Casca's body trembled, her honeypot contracting rapidly several times, gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid. At the same time
, I roared and ejaculated my thick semen into Casca's cervix.
In the distant bushes, Judau remained hidden, his eyes wide as he masturbated, watching Casca's
body, dazed from my penetration.
My affair with Casca was no secret within the Band of the Hawk, though no one openly acknowledged it. Ever
since Judau witnessed our passionate encounter in the mountain stream a year ago, he seemed addicted. Whenever Casca and I
strayed from camp for our intimate moments, Judau would secretly follow us, watching us entwine and then
masturbating. I knew all this, of course. But I didn't stop him; in fact,
with Judau as my eagle-eyed spectator, I became even more vigorous during our lovemaking.
Judau, a resourceful warrior of the Band of the Hawk and Guts's good friend, was a fallen nobleman, gentle in nature, and
skilled with darts and other gadgets. He was a staunch follower of Grievous and secretly loved Casca. Later, he died in the Eclipse while saving Casca
. As one of the few good people in the original story, when I discovered that Judau had been spying on Casca and me making love
, I decided to treat our lovemaking performance as a year's worth of reward for Judau.
After recovering for a while, Casca gradually came to her senses from the afterglow of her orgasm. Then, Casca picked up
the clothes scattered on the ground, straightened up, and her vagina left my penis. Then, she squatted on the ground with her legs in an M shape, gently stroking her abdomen.
The vaginal muscles inside her vagina gurgled and contracted, squeezing out the semen from her vagina and nourishing the ground beneath her feet.
After the semen in her vagina was discharged, Casca slowly stood up: "Hmm... Sigfly...
Don't sneak up on me like that next time."
When I finished dressing and looked back at Casca, she was already dressed, one hand on her stomach,
staring blankly into space, as if thinking about something.
Me: "What's wrong, Casca?"
Casca: "N-nothing... Let's go back." After saying that, she walked towards the camp.
For the past month, Casca has been behaving strangely. Not only is she less passionate during sex than before, but she's also
been making fewer advances. Today, I ambushed her while she was out urinating this morning. This has forced me to
frequently sneak back to the Snowstorm Forest Mansion when no one is looking,
to unleash my pent-up energy on Princess Isabella of Mitland. Princess Isabella, in turn, has shown a wild lust for me, whom she hasn't seen in a long time. She often
climaxes and faints under my intense fucking, until the next morning, her vagina still wet with my semen, waking
up sleepily awaiting my next visit.
As night fell, the recent pursuit by the Kingdom of Midland intensified, and many wounded members of the Band of the Hawk
were recuperating in their camp. Casca, in her tent, took the third meal Judgment had brought her. Judgmentment asked, "Casca,
you seem to be eating a lot lately."
Casca choked and quickly drank some water, "No...no, it's just that the raids have been so frequent lately, I'm just exhausted
." Me: "Yes, definitely exhausted." Casca, upon hearing this,
gave me a sharp elbow poke.
Meanwhile, on a cliff some distance from the Band of the Hawk's camp, two armored mercenaries exclaimed joyfully:
"Hehe...hehehehehehehe...finally found it, the Band of the Hawk's lair!"
A soldier standing night watch on the outskirts of the camp was dozing off when suddenly a whooshing sound whistled through the forest.
Just as the sentry was wondering what was happening, a deadly shrapnel was already lodged deep in his skull. The sentry collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound, his eyes wide open
.
A gaunt, masked man nimbly approached the sentry's corpse and removed the flying ring from the sentry's head. "How outrageous
! Not even a shred of reaction… Is the renowned Hawk Band truly suitable
prey for my martial arts?"
Wiping the blood from the ring and putting it away, the masked man drew two fist-swords from his waist, crossed them in front of his chest, and shouted
. A large number of mercenaries rushed out of the woods behind him, heading straight for the Hawk Band's encampment. The Hawk Band soldiers were caught completely
off guard by the sudden attack.
Soldiers: "Enemy attack!! Enemy attack!!"
Hearing the shouts, Casca and I grabbed our weapons and rushed out of the tent. Before us, a large number of well-equipped
mercenaries were charging towards us. Casca, calm and collected, loudly commanded, "The enemy is attacking from the north of the forest! Third
and fourth teams, go and meet them! The rest of you, gather the wounded in the wagons and head south to the plaza…" Just as Casca
was directing the strategy, a cold voice rang out from behind her.
"Decisive countermeasures and command... As expected of the renowned leader of the Hawk Band, excellent. However,
in any war, the moment you lift the head of a general, victory or defeat is decided! Prepare yourself mentally
!" The newcomer was a thin man in tight leather armor and a white mask covering his head. He pointed his fists and swords
at Casca, who gripped her sword tightly, ready to fight.
"If you carry a sword, even a woman is a warrior. I will not show mercy. Surrender!"
With that, the masked man shrieked and lunged at Casca with a strange movement, only to be stopped by my sword wielding a giant blade. Seeing
the change of opponent, the masked man did not stop, attacking me with the agility of a monkey. A rapid barrage of fists and swords
clashed with my giant blade, sparks flying, letting me know that the enemy's fists and swords were no ordinary weapons
. After a few exchanges, several nicks of varying depths appeared on my giant blade.
Seeing this, I changed my strategy, relying on the wide length of my giant blade, swatting
at the masked man like a fly swatter. The wind pressure from the blade forced him to do several backflips, retreating from the circle. Sensing the change in situation, the masked
man suddenly increased his speed, rushing towards me like a ghost and unleashing a series of close-range attacks. The rapid, close-quarters combat
left me unable to change my moves, only able to parry. Weapons clashed several times as I dodged left and right, avoiding the thrusts of the fist and
sword. Turning around, I slashed back with my blade, then raised my giant blade and angrily brought it down. The gaunt man neither dodged nor blocked, catching the blade between his fists and knives
. With a snap, the giant blade broke in two.
Although surprised by the broken blade, I didn't stop. I kicked at the masked man, who felt
a gust of wind and quickly retreated. Then I threw the broken blade at him, but it was dodged again.
The masked man straightened the felt mat. "That was a powerful kick, but without your weapon, how much do you have left?"
"Siegfried!" Seeing that I had lost my weapon, Casca hurriedly gripped her sword and rushed in front of me.
Me: "Casca, step back behind me, this guy's more troublesome."
The masked man: "The battle is over. If you order your men to surrender, I'll spare your lives; otherwise,
I'll cut off your heads."
Me: "Want my life? Take it if you dare."
Just as Casca and I were locked in combat with the masked man, a tall figure appeared behind him and
kicked him to the ground.
The masked man screamed, "Ouch!"
As everyone gasped in surprise, the tall figure spoke a familiar voice, "To be beaten like this by a street performer,
Centurion Sigfy, you've regressed."
The tall figure's face gradually became clear—it was Guts, the assault captain who had disappeared a year ago.
Soldier A: "Guts...Guts..."
Soldier B: "It's assault captain Guts?"
Soldier C: "Captain Guts...Guts...Guts...Captain Guts!!"
Casca: "Guts...Guts...?"
Upon seeing Guts, the members of the Hawk's Band shouted excitedly.
Guts stood before the enemy, his two-handed greatsword slung over his shoulder. A year had passed, and Guts's eyes had become even more resolute and piercing.
"Hehehe... So that's how it is... I didn't expect you to be the one who made a name for yourself by killing a hundred men, the Hawk
's assault captain... No wonder you were so troublesome." The masked man who had been kicked slowly straightened up and said, his words suggesting
the two had fought before.
Guts: "Hey! Stop spacing out. This guy has a bit of a grudge against me, leave him to me. Casca,
Sigfy, you two get back to your work."
Casca glanced at Guts but hesitated for a moment. Casca and I stepped aside.
Masked Man: "Heh... this is also a gift from God. The shame of the tournament, let me avenge it here
!" He then sheathed his fist sword and pulled flying rings from his shoulder armor, spinning them between his fingertips.
Masked Man: "Can you break this unfamiliar weapon... the war wheel?"
Guts: "After light footwork comes the flying wheel? You're becoming more and more like a street performer. It's
a real waste to have you as a swordsman."
Masked Man: "Don't underestimate it. This isn't an ordinary flying wheel. This is... the angel
's wheel that will instantly take your head off the moment it leaves your fingers!"
With that, the masked man leaped up and threw the two wheels, which instantly disappeared into the woods.
Guts carefully observed the surrounding movements.
Guts: "What are you planning to do?"
The masked man pointed a thumb down and said, "You're finished!"
Judau: "Watch out! The war wheels can change their flight path on their own!"
As he spoke, two silver streaks of light streaked across the night sky, flying back from afar, heading straight for Guts' face.
At the last moment, Guts caught both war wheels with his fingers and the hilt of his sword, shaking them.
Masked man: "How could this be?! Did he see through the trajectory of both war wheels at the same time?!"
Guts: "I didn't see through it. It's just like swatting a mosquito, but if there are two or three more,
it might be bad! How about this?"
As he spoke, Guts threw the war wheels back, but his aim was too bad and they missed by a great distance.
Masked man: "Alright! Since that's the case, then I'll add two or three more for you to see!"
The masked man drew several long, soft, ribbon-like thin blades from his waist and back, swinging them in the air.
The masked man: "Thunderbolt Satin! 'Thunderbolt' means (thunder), just like its name suggests. It has
the power of thunder, the strongest weapon in our martial arts. Have a taste!"
Guts: "You're starting to act like an entertainer now."
The masked man's eyes flashed with malice as he forcefully flung the Thunderbolt Satin, sending several silver streaks towards Guts. Guts quickly dodged
. Several thin blades pierced through Guts's cloak, leaving bloody marks on his face and arms.
The masked man: "Good dodge. Impressive reflexes. But how long can you keep dodging?!
The Thunderbolt Satin has five blades in one strike. It will become like a whip, slicing you open like a scythe. And all the blades
can be controlled independently! How can you dodge blades attacking from ten directions at once?"
Guts licked the blood from his face, coldly staring at the masked man.
While Guts and the masked man were locked in a tense standoff, Judau tried to intervene but was stopped by Casca.
Casca: "Wait, Judau! You don't need to worry about that guy. Go and take
command of the third and fourth teams!"
Judau: "But..."
Casca: "Hurry up!! There's no need to help with that look Guts gave you!!"
Judau glanced back at Guts and then left.
While Guts fought the masked man, I stood beside Casca, drawing my twin swords and continuing to fight the enemy
. (There weren't many scenes of me using twin swords...)
After a while, the battle on Guts' side was decided. Guts used the dust and wind pressure generated by his greatsword to disperse
the attack of the Swift Silk, and then with a single sword strike, he shattered the masked man's fist sword used for parrying and the mask on his head.
Guts: "You're pretty good at switching weapons in an instant."
The masked man's mask and hat were cleaved open, revealing a gaunt face with a
bloodstain flowing from the wound on his forehead.
Enemy soldier: "Lord Schlatter! No...it's no use, we've been routed!"
Schlatter gritted his teeth and stood up: "Outrageous! You're called Guts, right? I'll remember your name
!"
With that, he vanished.
The members of the Band of the Hawk, having defeated the enemy, cheered and ran towards Guts, embracing him. Judau and Bibin
smiled at Guts. Gorgas leaned against a tree and snorted disdainfully.
Soldier A: "Captain! Captain Guts!"
Rickett: "Ah, it's the Stormtroopers!"
Guts's acquaintances from the Stormtroopers rushed over and embraced him. Though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, the reunion
was still filled with joyful tears.
Guts: "You guys..."
Casca walked over with her hands on her hips and loudly commanded, "No time to dawdle, the enemy will..."
"Again! Move quickly while it's still night! First team, reinforce the area around the command post! Second and third teams,
move out the remaining weapons and food! The rest of you, gather back the escaped horses! Go now!" He turned and
left, and I followed.
Rickett: "Casca..."
Guts: "We'll talk later. We should do as she says now."
The new camp was set up by a body of water. Guts and the thousand-man commanders of the Band of the Hawk sat around the campfire, reminiscing and discussing how
to rescue Grievous until midnight. The members of the Band of the Hawk were exhausted from their journey, and Guts
took on the night watch.
In the darkness before dawn, the stars shone on the earth. Casca coldly walked towards Guts. I stepped forward,
grabbed Casca's hand, and led her out of the camp.
Casca, as if knowing what I was about to do, said, "Siegfried! Now's not the time, and I have
something to say to Guts."
I replied, "Come with me on patrol." Ignoring Casca's objections, I hoisted her onto my shoulder and carried her out of
the camp.
We stopped at a waterfall. The surrounding scenery was breathtaking in the moonlight. The waterfall shimmered with silver light
, creating a mist that nourished the surrounding flowers and plants, releasing a refreshing fragrance. I
gently put Casca down from my shoulder and embraced her sexy body in front of the waterfall.
Me: "Casca, look how beautiful the view is here."
Casca: "Siegfried, I'm not in the mood tonight. Hmm..."
As Casca spoke, I skillfully unfastened her breastplate, my hand kneading her
full D-cup breasts through her shirt. My erection pressed against Casca's buttocks, taut by the sword strap
, and my tongue lightly licked her earlobe, making her moan softly.
Casca: "Hmm...no...no...ah...Siegfried. Stop."
I didn't listen to Casca. One hand reached inside her clothes, kneading her large breasts, while the other untied her
tightly bound belt and slipped inside, brushing against the forest of Casca's pubic hair and teasing her labia.
Soon, Casca began to moan softly, her crotch wet.
Casca: "Ah... Sigfy... Don't tease me anymore... Oh... Quick... Give it to me... Give it to me
... Ah..."
Me: "Give you what, Casca?"
Casca: "Give me... Your cock... Use it to shove it in hard..."
I grabbed Casca's pubic hair at the base of her triangle and pulled it up forcefully: "Where to insert it, Casca?"
Casca: "Ah!... My pussy... Insert it into my pussy."
Hearing this, I released Casca's pubic hair, took off her boots and pants from behind, and
after Casca's plump buttocks were completely naked in front of me, I also took off my pants, and my thick, long cock immediately
jumped out, pressing right against Casca's anus, making her shudder.
I laughed and playfully circled the head of my penis around Casca's anus, as if trying to break through.
Casca hurriedly bent over and covered her anus with her hands, "Not there! Below, below." "After saying that,
she grabbed my penis with her hand and slid it down her body, pressing it against her honeypot and gently sliding it up and down. Then she slowly sat back down,
swallowing my penis completely before letting out a soft breath.
Casca: 'Hoo... Ah... So full...' With a soft moan, Casca began to slowly twist
her coffee-colored buttocks clockwise, her beautiful honeypot using my penis as a fulcrum to draw circles, slowly swallowing and releasing my thick, long penis
, each in and out like savoring delicious food with her little mouth.
I gently stroked the scars on Casca's body. In the past year, in order to escape the siege of the Kingdom of Midland, Casca
had many scars of varying sizes on her body."
I held Casca's slender waist and said, "Casca, you seem troubled. Is it because Guts is back?"
Casca's movements froze at my words, her vaginal muscles tightening. She said fiercely, "It's all
that guy's fault. He messed everything up... If it weren't for his departure,
Grievous wouldn't have become so weak. Grievous can't live without him..." Casca began to sob
, her vaginal muscles contracting and trembling with each cry.
I pulled Casca up and embraced her, kissing her forehead, my penis still inside her,
enjoying the spasms.
I said, "Casca, don't be sad... It's all in the past. Forget it all."
Casca gripped my arms, still sobbing softly. I had no other choice but to hold Casca.
After a while, my penis slowly began to move in and out of her vagina, and her sobs gradually turned into moans.
Casca: "Ah... Sigfy... you slut with your head full of semen... ah... fuck me...
use your big cock... ah... fuck me..."
Casca stopped crying and started screaming wildly. I was also aroused by Casca's lewd cries. I
tore open Casca's shirt, and her pair of full, coffee-colored rabbit breasts jumped out. They bounced up and down as I frantically
pounded into Casca's buttocks.
I reached out and grabbed those playful black rabbits and rubbed them. I lowered my head and kissed Casca's cherry lips, my tongue probing inside. Casca
grabbed my arms with both hands and stretched out her tongue to meet mine.
As I was fucking Casca, I heard the bushes rustling behind me. I thought it was Jiedu spying again. I
couldn't help but get excited. I lifted Casca's body forcefully, spread her legs, and
held her like I was holding a child to urinate. Then I turned around, facing away from the waterfall and towards the woods, and began to fuck Casca hard.
Casca: "Ah!...Siegfried...this position...I hate it..."
Ignoring Casca's protests, my waist swayed rapidly like a high-speed motor, my thick penis
thrusting in and out of Casca's wet honey hole, bringing out a large amount of lustful fluid. At this moment, under the moonlight reflecting off the waterfall, I was
like a god, thrusting into Casca's honey-slicked flesh. Casca was also infected by my violent thrusting and the surrounding environment
, and she responded to me passionately as if in a dream. Her pair of huge breasts bounced up and down with my thrusting,
just like a pair of cute rabbits.
As Casca drifted into a daze from my fucking, I whispered in her ear, "Casca,
there seems to be someone in the woods."
Casca jolted awake, "Ah... Sigfly... quick... stop fucking me... put me
down... oh..." Before she could finish, Casca's pussy began to contract violently, and I immediately doubled my thrusting speed
, pulling out my penis as Casca's vaginal muscles began to contract continuously. With a "plop," a jet of water shot out of Casca
's pussy, splashing into the bushes more than ten meters away. Casca had squirted from my fucking.
The tall figure in the bushes quickly turned and left.
(Judging from the figure, it didn't look like Judau, could it be Guts?)
After squirting, Casca's eyes were glazed over, her body limp in my arms, her pussy opening and closing as if it couldn't close
, leaving a large stream of vaginal fluid on the ground, extremely lewd.
My glans caught the lustful fluid sliding from Casca's honeypot, then pressed against Casca's anus,
evenly coating her anus with her fluids before forcefully thrusting in.
Casca: "Ah!!...Siegfried...pull it out...not here!...Ah..."
Casca struggled anxiously, but after her orgasm, she was powerless and at my mercy, only able to tighten her anal
muscles to resist my attack.
But all this was in vain. I forcefully thrust into Casca's anus, my entire penis entering her
anus, feeling the intense contractions of her anal muscles. I stopped, kissing Casca's cherry lips and kneading
her large breasts and honeypot. When Casca was aroused again, I slowly began to move in and out of Casca's anus
, her anal muscles gripping my penis tightly, pulling out rings of pink, tender flesh.
Casca: "Ah!...Ah!...Stop...Stop...Don't do this...Ah...
Someone...Someone..."
I didn't stop. Instead, using the lubrication of my penis, I quickly thrust into Casca's anus, while simultaneously
rubbing her clitoris. Soon, Casca's vagina reached orgasm from my stimulation,
and her anus contracted rapidly. I didn't hold back, and a large amount of white semen shot deep into Casca's anus.
Afterward, I pulled out my penis, and Casca's anus quickly closed, preventing a single drop of semen from spilling out. In this way,
I conquered Casca's second virginity.
After resting for a while, I placed Casca's limp body aside, washed my penis clean by the water, and then, still cool,
inserted it into Casca's open vagina again.
Casca felt the coolness of my penis and involuntarily tightened the muscles inside her vagina: "Ah...so cold...
don't...go too deep...oh..."
After a while, the coolness on my penis disappeared. On the soft soil by the river, I pressed Casca down beneath me
, kissing her cherry lips as I gently moved in and out of her body. This time I was
very gentle; although my movements were large and varied, they weren't rough. I inserted and withdrew completely, and Casca's gentle
movements made her moan like a cat. After an hour, with a series of rapid
contractions in Casca's vaginal muscles, she climaxed again and ejaculated. Feeling the hot, sweet fluid washing over the head of my penis, I
couldn't hold back either, thrusting against Casca's uterus and ejaculating a large amount of hot semen, bringing warmth to her uterus
. Afterward, we embraced and fell asleep in the most intimate position.
The next morning, Casca lay in my arms and murmured, "You were too rough yesterday."
I didn't say anything, just hugged Casca tighter.
Me: "I like holding you like this, I've always liked holding you like this."
Casca blushed: "Silly...silly."
Me: "Ha, I know I am, but I just like holding you like this, I've always liked holding you like this, hundreds and thousands of times.
"
Casca: "Silly...silly..."
After saying that, I lifted Casca's blushing face and we kissed.
After getting dressed, Casca and I returned to the camp. After returning to the camp, Casca didn't make things difficult for Guts anymore and directed
everyone in the camp to prepare for battle. Because my greatsword had been broken, Bibin
gave me the greatsword that Guts had brought back from Doriduri Castle that had saved his life. Although it wasn't as long as the previous greatsword, it was still very sharp and much lighter.
Rickett gently stroked his arm, which was slinged to his chest: "Finally, we're setting off. Ah... if it weren't for this injury,
I could have come with you all. I've been with you all until now, but..."
Judau: "Don't be so resentful! When Grievous comes back, you'll definitely be the first one to hug him.
Leave things here to us."
Rickett: "Gus, I'm counting on you for me too! You absolutely have to bring Grievous back!"
Gus: "Okay."
Rickett: "Then things can be like before..."
At this moment, Casca loudly commanded everyone, "Everyone mount up and line up! From now on, the entire army will be divided into two teams and
act separately! The Grievous rescue force is to depart immediately!" Casca's commanding demeanor was completely unlike the
sweet, whimpering woman beneath me yesterday.
After speaking, Casca mounted her horse, letting out a soft cry of pain as she sat down, her eyes reddening. The forced removal of her anus yesterday
had clearly affected her. I walked ahead of Casca and said, "Let's go, Commander."
Casca glanced at me sideways and said, "Despicable..."
I asked, "What's wrong?"
Casca turned her head away, "Nothing..."
Casca waved her hand and commanded the others, "Rescue Grievous's troops! Head to Windam!"
With that, the horses galloped towards Windam. Guts, riding behind, watched me
and Casca thoughtfully...
That night, the group arrived at the cemetery on the outskirts of Windam. Rows of tombstones stood before them. Casca,
carrying a lantern, walked ahead as if...
Guts: "Why did we come to the cemetery? Windam is just ahead. Are we going to pay respects at an old man's grave
before we go?"
Judau: "It's a secret passage. A castle this big must have one or two secret escape passages! It's common
sense in war."
Guts: "If we could find something like that so easily, we mercenaries would be out of business."
Casca touched a tombstone engraved with tiny patterns and said, "Found it, this is it." Then she called
over the strongman Bibin, who forcefully pushed the tombstone down, revealing a square pit.
Casca: "There's no mistake, this is it. Okay, let's go."
Guts: "Wait a minute, putting aside Bibin and Judau for now, as an admiral, don't you think it's
a bit inappropriate for you to infiltrate here personally?"
Casca: "There's no other way. In fact, this is already the strongest member of the Band of the Hawk. If many people act together, it will be very
conspicuous. If we can't rescue Grievous, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse? Our team has the
highest chance of rescuing him."
Guts: "But..."
Me: "Don't worry, Guts, trust Casca's decision, just do your duty as mercenaries."
After saying that, Casca and I, with our lights on, went down into the secret passage one after the other.
The group ran through the deep secret passage, the water splashing irregularly underfoot. They stopped at a set of
stairs.
Casca: "We're here!"
Guts: "You guys found this secret passage, that's amazing."
Judau: "Because we had an inside man, it's very reliable."
They climbed the stairs, pushed open the stone slab above their heads, and found themselves in a spirit tower, surrounded by
solemn stone statues that seemed to guard the departed spirits.
Guts: "From graveyard to graveyard, how boring."
Then a beam of light shone from the darkness.
"Who?" Guts was about to draw his greatsword when Casca stopped him.
Casca: "It's one of ours."
Guts: "Huh?"
From behind the light, two figures, one tall and one short, wearing hooded cloaks, slowly approached.
"Are you from the Band of the Hawk? We've been waiting for you! You've finally come!" The voice was a woman's,
a voice I knew very well.
"That's wonderful! I was wondering what we would have done if you hadn't come, because there seemed to be ghosts around here
." The short female voice continued.
Guts: "Who is she?"
"Oh! It's you! You're the one who yelled at General Yuris, 'Hey, old man!
' next to Griffith..."
Guts: "Hmm?"
"I remember you." The short figure taking off her hood revealed a pretty face.
"I am Sharluth. Nice to meet you."
Guts exclaimed in surprise, "The inside man you're talking about is Her Highness the Princess?"
"You're so rude!" Casca pressed Guts' head down, making him bow to the princess.
"Ah... it's alright," Princess Sharluth quickly waved her hand.
Casca bowed deeply and said, "I am Casca, the acting captain of the Band of the Hawk.
The entire Band of the Hawk is deeply grateful for your personal visit and assistance."
I replied, "Greetings, Your Highness. I am Sigfy, Casca's assistant strategist. It is a great
pleasure to see you again."
Sharluth said, "Ah, I remember you too. On the morning we set off for Dorduri, you were
the knight I entrusted to protect Griffith..."
It seems the little princess has no idea that I was the one who stole her virginity that night, and still thinks it was Griffith
.
Casca: "We need to rescue Commander Grievous as soon as possible; there's not much time left until dawn."
Princess Sharlut: "Yes, that's true."
Sharlut's maid, Anna: "Then, let's hurry."
Princess Sharlut: "This way, please."
Princess Sharlut and her maid led everyone into the royal city. Revisiting familiar places, everyone felt a mix of emotions.
Looking at Princess Sharlut, a princess of the Kingdom of Midland yet so unpretentious, Casca felt a
surge of mixed feelings. She gripped my hand tightly, seeking solace. Sensing Casca's unusual behavior, I gently stroked
the back of her hand to comfort her.
As we walked through a deep alley, Princess Sharlut suddenly said, "Miss Casca, I must apologize to you. A year ago,
Father treated Lord Grievous and..." "Everyone, I deeply apologize as a fellow blood relative."
Casca: "Don't be like that, Your Highness, you don't need to apologize. We were able to infiltrate Wyndam City like this."
Judau: "We've been feeling uneasy in this situation for a while. If you know, could you tell us
what happened the night before we were surrounded... the night Grievous was arrested?"
Princess Sharlute hesitated, her face flushed, and said, "I'll tell you..."
Handmaid Anna: "Your Highness!..."
Sharlute: "It's alright... that night... Lord Grievous... broke into my bedroom
..."
Although she had been refusing to tell the truth, Casca's eyes widened when she heard Princess Sharlute say the "truth" herself, and
she continued to grip my hand tightly.
"Who is it? What are they doing there?" Suddenly, two patrolling soldiers appeared on the road ahead. Everyone was
terrified.
Just as Guts and Judau were about to draw their weapons, Princess Sharlute quickly walked in front of the patrolling guards.
Guard A: "Who could it be at a time like this?" When the torch illuminated the princess's face, the guard was startled and immediately
knelt in reverence.
Guard A: "Princess Sharlute! Please forgive my rudeness."
Sharlute: "It's alright, raise your head."
Guard B: "But what brings you here in the middle of the night?"
Sharlute: "I just wanted to enjoy the night breeze. So I'm taking a walk here."
Guard A: "But His Majesty has indeed given an order that Your Highness is not allowed to leave the palace."
Sharlute: "This is what's troubling me so much, it's suffocating me. That's why I need to
avoid being seen and go out at this time. Please, I'll return to the palace soon,
please don't tell anyone."
Guard B: "But..."
Before the soldiers could speak, Sharluth summoned her maid Anna. "Anna..."
Anna replied, "Ah...yes." Anna took out a purse from her bosom and gave some money to the patrolling soldiers.
"It's not much, but please accept it as a small token of appreciation for your drinks."
Soldier A said, "Oh! In that case, we..." After receiving the money, the patrolling guards
said to the Band of the Hawk, "Well then, protect Her Highness well," and left.
Gus: "Impressive! I thought you were a weak and naive princess."
The maid Anna said angrily, "Really..."
Before she could finish, Princess Sharlut's body went limp. I rushed forward to support her
.
The maid Anna exclaimed in surprise, "Your Highness!"
Princess Sharlut: "It's alright, I was just a little nervous, but at least I can help..."
Princess Sharlut seemed to have grown taller in the year I'd seen her. Her soft body exuded a delicate fragrance that stirred my emotions
.
Seeing that I didn't let go, the maid Anna hurriedly said, "Please let go, how rude!"
Sharlut: "It's alright. Although I'm just a clueless young lady, I can't even believe
I could do such a thing. I think... it must be... for him... for Lord Griffith."
"After saying this, tears welled up in her eyes.
Casca, standing beside Princess Sharluth, looked thoughtfully at her.
Princess Sharluth stood up and led everyone forward.
I walked to Casca's side and took her hand tightly: 'Let's go together, Casca.'
Casca: 'Yes... let's go...'
I took Casca's hand and followed the princess forward.
We stopped in front of an ancient, tall, giant round tower.
Judau: 'This is the Tower of Rebirth. It's the oldest of the towers in Wyndam City, dating back to
the founding of Midland. That means it was already here before then. I don't know why it was
built, but it seems that during wartime, it was used to imprison hostages and capture heretics, who were then imprisoned underground in this tower!'
Sharluth: 'No... the area beneath the tower is still used as a prison. I heard that Lord Griffith imprisoned...'"
At the very bottom of the tower.
Casca: "Thank you so much for your help, Your Highness. Leave the rest to us. Your
Highness, your absence from the harem will cause a commotion."
Sharluth looked firmly at the crowd: "No, I beg you, may I go with you?"
The maid Anna said nervously, "Your Highness… this won't do. If you do this,
the Kingdom of Midland will surely be in turmoil, and His Majesty the King will be in great pain…"
Sharluth: "Don't say that, it's alright… I don't consider that kind of person my father… Miss Casca,
please, although I've never been outside the city and know nothing, and may cause you trouble, but…
if I can be with Lord Griffith, even if I'm taken hostage, I will
try my "Yes!!"
Casca: "...I...disagree...Your Highness, you are indeed a suitable candidate, but for the now
weakened Band of the Hawk, you could be a double-edged sword that leads to our demise."
Sharluth: "Why?"
Casca: "If we only rescue Grievous, it's just a criminal escaping for the Kingdom of Midland
, not the former captain. Even sending people to hunt down a criminal wouldn't be of much benefit to Midland
. If we take Your Highness with us, it becomes a national issue. The king will
find Your Highness no matter what. Even if she escapes across borders, the people sent to various countries won't let up on the hunt. Moreover,
if other countries find out that we've taken women hostage, Captain Grievous will bear an indelible stain."
Sharluth: "But..." "Yes..."
Casca: "In that case, wouldn't that end Grievous's future career path? Perhaps he
'll never be able to develop further. Even so, you don't care?"
Sharluth: "But...but...I just want to be with Grievous..."
Maid Anna: "Your Highness..."
Casca: "Although I think it's a pity, if you're thinking of Grievous, then listen to
my advice."
After a moment of silence, Princess Sharluth suddenly cried out, "No...no! No! No! No!
Absolutely not! I want to go! I want to go! I want to go! I must go! I want to
be with Lord Grievous!!!"
Everyone was startled by Princess Sharluth's shout and quickly covered her mouth. Sharluth made
muffled sounds as everyone covered her mouth...
Guts: "What should we do? She starts screaming as soon as we let go. Maybe we should tie her up."
Casca, looking at Princess Sharluth with tears in her eyes, finally had everyone release her and said helplessly, "You can let go now
. I understand. Let's go together."
Sharluth: "Really?"
Casca: "But, if Griffith says no, you'll have to give up then."
Sharluth agreed verbally, but in her heart she was thinking of begging Griffith to take her away.
Maid Anna: "Your Highness, in that case... I..."
Guts: "It's almost dawn, let's go."
As everyone set off, Casca didn't move. I went over and called for Casca to follow.
Casca: "I... I'm such a hateful woman..."
Me: "Casca, you did what you should have done..."
Casca: "That's true, although what I said was really right, but somewhere in my heart
, I still feel... "
Hearing this, I realized that although Casca had been with me for a year, she still cared about Griffith
. Unable to think of anything to say, I turned and left.
Casca noticed my odd behavior and said, "I...I'm sorry...Siegfried, I..."
I said, "Casca, don't waste your breath on these trivial things. Let's focus and get going."
Casca, feeling guilty, hurriedly said to me, "I'm sorry, I apologize, I didn't mean anything by it..."
I didn't say anything more and silently turned around to follow the group walking ahead...
At the foot of the Tower of Rebirth, the guards patrolling the gate were struck in the throat by a throwing knife thrown by Juddu and fell to the ground.
After Juddu took the key from the guard, the group entered the ancient tower...
Inside the tower, there was a spiral staircase leading downwards. The crisscrossing iron chains around the staircase swayed in the air,
making a series of noises in the dark and quiet environment. Every so often along the staircase was a door, from which came
rustling sounds, like whispered ghostly words, making the group carrying torches feel a chill.
Gus: "Wow. This is much deeper than the tower on the ground."
Princess Sharlut, drawn by a sound from inside a room, was peeking through a vent when she was startled by a
suddenly appearing, deformed face with its eyelids, lips, and nose peeled off. She gasped and stumbled to the ground.
I rushed to support her.
Me: "Your Highness... are you alright?"
Princess Sharlut, supported by me, breathed heavily. "No... I'm alright... I must
go, I must see Lord Griffith... I..."
Seeing Princess Sharlut slumped on the ground, terrified, I slung my greatsword across my back and crouched
down.
Me: "Here, I'll carry you."
Sharluth: "But..."
Me: "Don't dawdle. You can stay here if you want, or come up!"
Princess Sharluth thought for a moment and then stopped insisting. She climbed onto me. Since I wasn't wearing armor, I
could feel the warmth emanating from Sharluth's soft breasts pressed against my back. (Hehe, little princess
, her breasts have gotten bigger in a year.)
I lifted Princess Sharluth's smooth legs up a little and said, "Alright, let's go!"
Sharluth wrapped her arms around my shoulders: "Thank you for your trouble... (This feels a little familiar?)"
Casca glanced back at me carrying Princess Sharluth without saying anything, and led the group downstairs
.
I carried the princess and followed the group downstairs. In the middle of the spiral staircase was a dark underground cave.
Me: "How deep is this cave?"
Sharluth: "My father said... this underground prison was built after the era of capturing heretics, and it seems to be
about the same depth as the tower itself. But the cave itself definitely existed long before the prison was built. It's deeper than
any mountain in Midland."
Me: "What's down in this cave?"
Sharluth: "Does everyone know the origin of the Kingdom of Midland? It was a long time ago, a thousand
years ago. At that time, there were many small countries and peoples on this continent, constantly fighting day and night. It was an
era of warlordism. Because of the constant wars, the land was barren, and coupled with food shortages and plagues
, the death toll was almost a third of the total population. But finally, someone appeared who ended the wars
. Overlord Garcelic, he was the only emperor in history to pacify dozens of countries and
unify all the territories of this continent into a great empire."
(I thought to myself, why does this sound like the First Emperor?)
Princess Sharlut continued, "What country did this emperor come from? When did he begin his military campaigns? How did he wage
war? Before he appeared on this historical stage, there are no relevant historical records about his past
. The emperor showed no mercy to his enemies and never employed any compassionate strategies, thus earning him the titles of Demon King and King Riding Death. However, there is another reason: Emperor Garcelic 　　always liked to wear a terrifying skull-shaped helmet
when he went into battle ." 　　 At this, Guts, who was behind me, suddenly trembled upon hearing this. 　　 Judau: "I've heard this story too, it's the fairy tale of the Skeleton Emperor. I remember that after that 　　, the king kept gathering all the artisans in the country, forcing them to do arduous labor to build a large city. 　　Then the king lived a life of extravagance and debauchery, and imposed heavy taxes on the people. Most of the cities became 　　places of debauchery and pleasure. But God finally couldn't stand the Skeleton Emperor's actions and sent five angels down from heaven with lightning 　　and a great earthquake, causing the city to disappear without a trace overnight." 　　 Casca, seemingly having heard the story as well, interjected, "Wasn't it four?" 　　 Judau: "Really? But what does this fairy tale have to do with this underground cave?" 　　 Sharluth: "It's not just a fairy tale, at least that city did exist. It's said that the city 　　's name means 'the central land of the country,' and it was named 'Mitland.'" The city, which had been ravaged by the earthquake and sunk 　　deep into the earth, remained unchanged, slumbering in 　　the depths of this underground cavern, untouched by sunlight or wind. 　　 Everyone looked down into the deep pit, and I too gazed down at the bottomless abyss. "I never imagined there 　　was such a story here." 　　 Sharluth: "I heard it from my history teacher; I don't know if it's true or not. But 　　after the emperor's death and the collapse of the empire, the continent was gradually divided into the current map of various countries. Because the emperor had no children and 　　left no direct descendants..." Bloodline. However, it's said that among all the nations, only the Midland royal family possesses the same bloodline as the Overlord Garcelic 　　. The Tower of Rebirth seems to have been built to seal away that unclean past. Several investigation 　　teams have been sent down to investigate, but not a single one has returned safely. " 　　 Jedu: 'Oh? I didn't expect you to visit a famous historical site! But such questionable places 　　might be haunted by ghosts, you know?'" 　　 As he spoke, Judu made a face, startling Sharluth, who gasped and tightened her grip on my neck, making it hard for me 　　to breathe. Hearing Princess Sharluth's gasp, Casca turned around and, without noticing, bumped into the wall, 　　letting out a cry as her torch fell into the deep pit. 　　 Beyond everyone's sight, the torch plummeted, illuminating the surrounding massive, broken stone statues 　　and eaves, as well as numerous desiccated corpses, each with a deep brand on its head…

After a brief delay, the group continued their ascent down the tower, finally arriving at the cell door on the very bottom level of the Tower of Rebirth.
Princess Sharluth, upon seeing the location, hurriedly dismounted from me and ran to the cell door.
Sharluth pounded on the door, calling out, "Lord Grievous! Lord Grievous!"
But there was no response. Casca stepped forward and unlocked the cell door with a key. The cell was dark and damp, and
a strong musty smell filled the air as soon as the door opened.
Casca called out, "Grievous! Grievous!"
There was still no response.
Judau asked, "Could it be in another cell?"
Sharluth replied, "There's no mistake, it's definitely in the bottommost cell." The group continued searching their surroundings, and finally, Guts spotted a naked 　　figure
lying on the ground in a dark corner . 　　 Guts called out Grievous's name and slowly walked forward. When Guts reached the front, he saw a naked 　　man covered in wounds, with large amounts of skin peeled off his back, and wearing an eagle-shaped helmet, lying 　　on the ground. 　　 Seeing this, Guts gritted his teeth and said, "Greeves... Greeves..." Then he rushed forward and picked up the emaciated 　　body. Turning him over, he discovered that many nasty wounds on Greeves' body had been cut off, the flesh of his hands and tendons severed 　　, and his tongue was gone. 　　 Guts: "Casca! The key!" 　　 Guts shouted several times, startling the dazed Casca 　　. Judau came over, took the key from Casca's hand, and walked to Greeves' body, unlocking the helmet. 　　 As the helmet opened, Guts and Judau simultaneously cried out, stopping the others who were about to rush forward, gritting their teeth and saying fiercely, 　　"Don't come any closer!! Don't come any closer... This is Greeves..." 　　 Guts cried, holding the mutilated body in his arms. At this moment, the person in his arms also came to his senses, his eyes wide, his broken hand 　　reaching towards Guts, making a "zz... zz..." sound from his mouth. Seeing this, Guts hugged Greeves tightly 　　, tears dripping onto his cold helmet. 　　 "Lord Grievous!! Let me go!! Why? What happened to Lord Grievous?" 　　Princess Sharluth struggled as Bibin pulled her towards Grievous. Just then 　　 , 　　 the cell door slammed shut behind her, followed by a shrill, eerie laugh. 　　 "Hehe... that's enough. I'm the warden here, Your Highness, please don't be afraid. You 　　can't escape. The door is locked, and I've called soldiers; they'll be here soon. You'll just have to wait here obediently. 　　" A hideous face appeared in the doorway. "Your Highness, please bear with it a little longer. I 　　've got a new toy; the King will probably reward me... hehe..." 　　 Guts: "Hey. Did you do this to Grievous?" 　　 Warden: "Getting angry won't help. This door is four times thicker than usual! Even if you hit it with a hammer, it won't 　　hurt a bit. Besides, the King told me to do whatever I wanted, so I did it. So, it's not that I'm bad. Ah." This 　　is the first time I've ever dealt with such a beautiful person! Even the torture was... well, let's just say I used every ounce of my strength! 　　First, to prevent him from escaping, I severed his tendons. Then, aside from eating and sleeping, 　　I skinned him, pulled out his nails. I branded him with hot irons, or scalded him with boiling water. For a year, we were 　　like inseparable spouses, the one watching over him to keep him from dying was me. We were now an inseparable entity 　　. And my professional torture wasn't just about that; after peeling off his skin, those muscles 　　... (I don't want to write the rest, it's a bit disgusting, read the manga if you want to know...) With a crash, 　　 Guts stood up, drew his greatsword from his back, and charged towards the cell door. 　　 The warden: "Getting angry is useless..." Before he could finish, the blade burst through the door, 　　piercing the warden and lifting him high... (I won't write this part either, it affects my mood for the later smut scenes, read the manga if you want to know 　　...) 　　 Guts threw the warden into the crypt, and suddenly several arrows shot out—the soldiers of the Midland Kingdom had arrived. 　　Guts glanced at the enemy and charged forward like a whirlwind, hacking and slashing 　　. Midland soldiers shouted from behind, "Charge!" while those in front yelled, " 　　 Retreat!" Princess Sharluth, taking advantage of the chaos, nestled beside Grievous's mangled body, 　　weeping as she looked at his thin, broken frame. When she saw the small object beneath Grievous, a question arose in her mind: 　　was this the object that had entered her body? 　　 In the cell, Bibin carried Grievous, while I continued carrying Princess Sharluth, and we, along with the others, followed 　　the blood-soaked path Guts had carved out of the Tower of Rebirth. 　　 Outside the Tower of Rebirth, we were surrounded by Midland soldiers. Many soldiers' 　　corpses lay around us. Guts stood in a pool of blood like a demon, confronting the surrounding soldiers. Just as the soldiers were about to 　　shoot us with crossbows, an aged voice stopped the order to fire. 　　 "Stop it, you bastards!" A trembling old man with a full head of white hair was helped out by two handsome young men 　　. The withered old man was none other than King Midland. 　　 King Midland: "Princess... what if we shoot Sharluth!" 　　 Sergeant Major: "Your Majesty, but... what if..." 　　 King Midland: "No! Any action that endangers the princess is unacceptable! The soldiers must retreat immediately. 　　 We will use this opportunity to begin our retreat. 　　" 　　 Standing on the high platform, King Midland looked at Griffith behind Bibin. His cane dangling from the ground, 　　he gripped the railing and knelt, hysterically shouting, "Damn it!... Griffith! He should have 　　rotted and died under that tower, but he crawled out of that darkness. And he stole Sharluth from my side 　　... stole my light... I will not let you do this!... Bazka... summon {Bazka}!" 　　 (Bazka is an assassination squad composed of people from an Eastern tribe.) 　　 Five figures of varying heights and builds appeared before the king. 　　 King Midland: "Do you understand... anyone who tries to take the princess out of the city, kill them all!"

"Don't let it be Griffith, only that guy deserves to die! For that, even if the five of you give your
lives, it doesn't matter! But you must not harm the princess! If the princess is harmed in the slightest, I will order the entire Midland army
to wipe out your entire Bazka clan from this world, leaving not a single one alive!"
The leader, a man with a turban and a grappling hook, bowed with his hands crossed to indicate that he understood.
The King of Midland roared madly, "Go! Bring me the heads of Sharluth and Griffith!"
Guts hacked his way through, leaving behind many corpses. Only when they reached the secret chamber of the Spirit Tower did they catch their breath. Seeing Guts covered in blood
, Princess Sharluth hugged me tightly, trembling slightly.
Descending into the secret passage, the group ran quickly through the water on the ground.
Sharluth: "Mr. Sigfy. Put me down... I can run by myself."
Looking at Sharluth's smooth little feet, I said with pity, "Your Highness, it's better if I carry you. Your
shoes are gone, and you'll hurt your feet running here, trust me."
Sharluth climbed onto my back (this warm feeling is so familiar, where have I felt it before?).
Halfway there, Guts suddenly stopped and stopped everyone. Amidst the dripping sound of water, a thin, bamboo-
like figure above Guts suddenly attacked him, his claw clashing with Guts's greatsword. Seeing that his attack failed, the bamboo-like figure
quickly retreated into the darkness.
Judau: "What was that just now?"
Guts: "Watch out! He's still nearby!"
I gently put Princess Sharluth down and focused on my surroundings. I had originally planned to use the Bazka's
poisoned arrow to directly kill Grievous, so that the Band of the Hawk wouldn't have to sacrifice themselves later, and the story could have a perfect
ending. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. I deliberately retreated, moving Bibin, who was carrying Grievous, towards the waterway behind me, giving
the Bazka a chance to ambush me from the shadows. However, these people were blind and attacked Casca first.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the water at Casca's feet, wielding a harpoon and rushing down towards her. I was worried about Casca and rushed
forward to slash at the frog-like Bazka. As I forced the frog-like man back into the water,
Princess Sharluth's scream
rang out behind me. Princess Sharluth still managed to shield Grievous from the blowgun dart that emerged from the waterway
, taking the fatal blow. Princess Sharluth collapsed into the puddle without uttering a sound. The crowd surrounded
her to check her injuries, and Guts, in a fit of rage, cleaved the child-like Bazka in two with his sword.
The maid Anna picked up Sharluth, calling her name.
From the dark waterway, the bamboo-pole man leaped down. "Fool, you failed!"
Guts was about to thrust his greatsword forward when the bamboo-pole man stopped him.
Bamboo-Pole Man: "Wait! Let's make a deal."
Guts: "A deal?"
Bamboo-Pole Man: "Please hand over the princess to us, and we guarantee to keep her alive. The poisoned arrow she was struck with
will kill her in less than half an hour if left unattended."
Guts: "What did you say?"
Bamboo-Pole Man: "We have an antidote here, don't worry. If the princess dies, we'll be in trouble too.
How about it?"
Casca: "Okay, we accept."
Guts: "Is this alright?"
Casca: "There's no other choice."
Bamboo-Pole Man: "Alright, maid over there, bring the princess over. You're not part of the commission, so as long as you don't resist, we
won't kill you."
I helped Princess Sharluth up and placed her on the back of the maid Anna, escorting them towards the Bamboo-Pole Man. Halfway there,
Princess Sharluth awoke, and I deliberately blocked her view of Griffith, reducing their interaction.
Maid Anna: "Well then, everyone, although it was a short time, thank you for your care..."
"...Thank you...!" Before she could finish speaking, the bamboo-pole man chased her into the darkness.
A cloaked woman named Bazka emerged from the shadows. "Come this way."
Seeing the Bazka woman take away the maid Anna and Sharluth, the bamboo-pole man attacked again.
"Then, prepare to die!" the bamboo-pole man said. Suddenly, the water beneath Bibing's feet churned, and the frogman
's harpoon slashed diagonally towards Grievous. Bibing, who was prepared, blocked the attack and countered with a swift strike, before diving back into
the water.
At the same time, the bamboo-pole man also rushed towards Grievous, extending his grappling hook to kill him, but was intercepted and
repelled by Casca.
Casca: "Form a circle around Grievous!"
The skinny man: "Now!"
A tall, muscular man in the distance, wielding a javelin, threw it with tremendous force. The javelin, carrying immense momentum and a whistling
sound, hurtled towards Guts, who was at the forefront. Guts blocked it, but was still thrown back by the force
. The javelin, though off-target, didn't stop, striking the cave wall a few times and sparking as it continued its flight.
Casca: "Are you alright?"
Guts: "Idiot, don't get distracted!"
Casca: "What was that just now?"
Guts: "It was a javelin, but it was like a cannon. We've been ambushed. Turn off the lights!
"
Judau: "No. That frog bastard is still nearby."
Just then, the whistling sound rang out again in the tunnel.
Guts: "The next shot is coming, get down!" "
After saying that, Guts used his greatsword to block the javelin, causing it to deflect off its trajectory and continue flying and colliding with the cave wall behind him .
Judau: 'I'll extinguish the lights. I have a plan.'
Guts: 'You have a plan?'
Judau: 'No time to explain. Bibin, when I give the signal, you smash the wall with your sledgehammer. Let me
show you my street fighting skills…'
With that, Judau took out several throwing knives, crouched down, and threw them at the wall. The knives struck the wall, sparks flying and
jumping. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in the sparks.
'Now!' Judau said, drawing two throwing knives and throwing them at the figure. Both knives struck the javelin
thrower's throat.
Judau: 'This is your chance, Bibin, smash it! Use the sparks to see the enemy!'"
Bibin slammed his hammer against the wall, sending sparks flying. The grappling hook man and the harpoon man instantly materialized
. At the same time, Guts swung his greatsword down, killing the bamboo pole man. Casca and I simultaneously attacked, defeating the frog man.
Guts slapped Judau hard. "Impressive, Judau! You even thought of using sparks to see the enemy's location."
Judau: "I only thought of it because I saw the javelin sparking against the wall, but I didn't expect it to be so successful.
"
Casca: "Judau, turn on the lights."
Just then, a pungent smell filled the air.
Casca: "Cough cough... What is this...?"
Bibin sniffed and shouted, "Don't turn on the lights!"
Guts: "What's wrong, Bibin?"
Bibin: "Run to the exit!" With that, everyone turned and ran towards the exit.
The woman from the far end of the tunnel, Bazka, took off her clothes, revealing numerous small bags hanging from her body. She
lightly tapped the iron bracelet on her arm with her slender hand, instantly igniting a surge of heat that filled the tunnel and rushed towards the group.
Just as the heatwave reached the Band of the Hawk, Bibin used his giant hammer to pry
open the skylight above their heads, ordering everyone to lie down. Instantly, a torrent of fire rushed towards the crack.
The group, terrified, collapsed to the ground, staring at the shattered sky above them, where a bright moon shone.
Guts: "What happened?"
Bibin: "When I worked in the mines before, the same thing happened. The fire would
blow upwards and into open areas. It's amazing. Grievous told me there was a little moonlight shining down from the skylight."
As everyone looked at Grievous, Casca suddenly shouted, "Sigurd? Sigurd, where's he!"
Only then did the fleeing group realize that I was gone.
Casca was about to run into the smoke-filled tunnel to find me when suddenly the passage began to collapse, blocking her way
. Undeterred, Casca tried to clear away the falling rubble, but Guts stopped her.
Casca: "Get out of the way, Guts! Sigfy is still inside!"
Guts: "Casca, calm down. We're not out of danger yet. Let's find a place to settle Grievous first.
I'm sure Sigfy will be alright."
Seeing the blocked passage, Casca had no choice but to follow the others towards the exit.
On the other side, I slowly retracted my Night Wings, the resulting wind pressure dispersing the surrounding smoke.
While the others were being chased by flames, I took advantage of the chaos to crouch down and spread my Night Wings to shield myself from the heatwave.
I wouldn't allow Princess Sharluth to be taken away so easily.
Having finished setting the fire in the secret passage, the Fire Maiden Bazka was about to head back with Anna, the maid carrying the princess, when suddenly
she stopped and turned back to look at the billowing smoke. There before her stood my tall figure
.
Anna exclaimed, "It's Mr. Sigfy!"
Bazka replied, "You didn't burn to death?"
Without a word, I used my illusionary power (Evil Eye Binding God). Instantly, Anna and Princess Sharluth
were stunned and disoriented, their minds frozen in place. Seeing the strange behavior of the two beside her, the Fire Maiden immediately took off her clothes and
opened the numerous small medicine pouches hanging on her body, intending to repeat her trick.
I spread my Night Wings, flapping and blowing away the powder in the air. The Fire Maiden Bazka was startled by my suddenly extended wings
and stopped moving. Seeing this, I rushed forward and ripped the powder bag off her body. Grabbing the Fire Woman's
hands, I forcefully threw her against the cold wall of the passage, pinning her to the ground.
The woman I had pinned against the wall was dressed in Indian attire, with dark skin, a mole between her eyebrows, eyeliner around her eyes,
her hair tied up, and round earrings. Although not plump, she had very long, slender legs,
a neck bell, and copper rings on her wrists and ankles that jingled as she moved, giving her an exotic look.
"Oh my, nice figure, dressed so revealingly. It seems your Bazka clan is quite promiscuous."
Looking at Bazka's firm breasts, her only covering her private
parts was a simple, sexy thong. My erection gradually hardened, pressing against her genitals.
Feeling my hardness, she struggled angrily in my arms.
"Let go, you monster!"
I said. "I'm not a monster. Your mission was to kill Griffith and bring back the princess, but
now you've failed to kill him and poisoned the princess. If you go back like this, you'll end up
like your companions, dead."
Bazka stopped struggling, realizing what I said was true, but still gritted her
teeth and said, "Impossible. The king will remember the years my Bazka clan has served him and won't kill me easily."
I laughed. "King Midland has gone mad because of Sharluth. If you were confident, you
wouldn't have hesitated earlier. Follow me from now on."
Bazka Fire Maiden: "Hmph, Sallyhan only knows how to live under the strong."
Me: "You'll know how strong I am once you try."
With that, I pulled down my pants and took out my thick, terrifying penis. Then I tore open Bazka Fire Maiden's panties,
rubbed the egg-sized glans against her labia a few times, and forcefully thrust it in.
Fire Maiden Sallyhan: "Ah!... It hurts... What did you put inside me?" Looking
down at herself, she realized my thick, terrifying member was already halfway into her narrow opening. She was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth.
Fire Maiden Sallyhan: "My God!... Your penis is as big as a horse's... You really are a monster!"
Sallyhan acted very forcefully, unlike most women who would whine and cry softly, gritting her teeth as she received my thrusts
.
Fire Girl Sallyhan: "Ha, is that all you've got... It's completely inadequate... You dare
call yourself a strong person with this level of skill?"
Provoked by Sallyhan, I was instantly enraged. I grabbed her buttocks and waist, and my speed suddenly increased.
I frantically fucked Sallyhan's tight hole at a rate of over 500 thrusts per minute. As the speed increased, Sallyhan's limbs immediately
wrapped around me. The iron rings on her hands and feet collided with each other due to my frantic vibrations, making
a soft crackling sound and sparking. Sallyhan's body pressed tightly against me, her initial forbearance turning into loud, lewd moans. [The text abruptly ends here, likely due to an incomplete translation or a missing section of the original text.]
The ringing of the neck bells, the clicking of the brass rings, and Sallyhan's loud 　　, 　　 lewd moans created a 　　passionate hymn .
Sallyhan: "Ahhhhhhhh...so thick...such a big cock 　　... 　　ahh 　　... 　　 Sallyhan: "Ahhhhhh...so good...so good...ahhhhhh...Sallyhan 　　is willing to follow you...ahhhhh...live well...ahhhhhh...it's coming...it's coming again 　　..." 　　 Me: "Since we want to revitalize the Bazka clan, we need bloodline inheritance. Let's start with having children." 　　After saying that, I pressed my penis against Sallyhan's cervix and began to ejaculate thick semen. 　　 Sallyhan: "Ahhhhhh...good...continue the bloodline...revitalize the Bazka...ahhhhhh... 　　for...Lord Sigfy...have children...ahhhhhhh...bloodline inheritance..." 　　 Sallyhan was overwhelmed by the pleasure of orgasm and didn't know what she was saying, just repeating my 　　words. When she recovered from the pleasure of orgasm, she was already sitting on the ground, her hand reaching to her overflowing lower body and pulling out 　　a large handful of white, cloudy semen. 　　 Sallyhan stared at the white, cloudy semen clinging to her fingers: "How much did this guy just ejaculate inside 　　...?" 　　 Sallyhan's body was weak and limp. She looked up at me, only to discover an even more astonishing scene: Princess Sharlut's 　　petite, graceful body was being held in my arms, her body moving up and down rhythmically 　　, emitting soft moans with each thrust. Clearly, I had thrust my terrifyingly large member into Princess Sharlut's tender vagina. 　　 After a year's absence, I was once again inside Princess Sharlut's tender vagina. The warm, tight flesh enveloped my 　　penis, trembling with pleasure as if welcoming its master's arrival. Sharlut's white floral 　　panties, torn at the crotch, lay limply wrapped around the princess's thighs. Princess Sharlut's long nightgown was tied 　　around her waist, supporting her snow-white buttocks, exposing her vulva for me to enter and exit. The girl's body 　　completely intoxicated me. 　　 Princess Sharlut was now under my (the Evil Eye God-Binder's) mental control, submitting to me as her master. 　　Although she had taken the antidote, she was still very weak. Her permed hair swayed constantly with my thrusts, and 　　soft, cat-like moans escaped her cherry-like lips. 　　 Sharlut: "Ah...ah...Lord Sigfy's cock...so thick...so big...ah... 　　filling my little hole...ah...Lord Sigfy's glans...pressing against my uterus...oh 　　...so good...ah..." Under my mental control, Sharlut was given wanton commands, 　　expressing her feelings as I fucked her. 　　 Hearing Princess Sharlut's lewd words, I excitedly kissed her cherry lips, and Sharlut moaned as she sucked on 　　my tongue. 　　 Me: "Ah... Sharlut, have you missed my big cock this past year?" 　　 Sharlut: "Ah... Of course I have... Ah... Ever since that night when Lord Sigfy 　　took me with your thick cock... Oh... Although it hurt for a few days... But almost every night... I dream 　　... Ah... I dream that Lord Sigfy is fucking my pussy with your thick cock... Oh... When I wake up in the morning, the sheets 　　are all wet... Ahh... Ah..." 　　 Hearing Princess Sharlut's heartfelt words, I excitedly made my thick cock grow even thicker, and 　　Princess Sharlut squeezed my thickened cock and moaned even more wantonly. 　　 Me: "Princess Sharluth, which do you prefer, me or Griffith?" 　　 Princess Sharluth: "Oh...of course I prefer Lord Sigfy, who's currently fucking my slutty little hole with his big cock 　　...Oh...Griffith's cock isn't as big as yours...Oh...Sharlute's little hole was 　　made for Lord Sigfy...Lord Sigfy, use your big cock...to make Sharluth's little hole 　　remember your shape forever...to become yours...Ah..." 　　 Hearing Princess Sharluth's "heartfelt confession," I immediately reacted, 　　thrusting into Sharluth's little hole at a rate of 500 times per minute, just like I had fucked Sallyhan earlier. Under my fierce onslaught, the princess trembled 　　, her eyes rolled back, drool dripping from her mouth as she groaned incoherently. 　　 Sallyhan, lying on the ground, watched Princess Sharlut's body tremble violently as I thrust into her. She 　　couldn't help but reach down and touch her own clitoris. Princess Sharlut's vagina had been continuously 　　flowing with fluid for half an hour. With a low growl, my glans plunged into Princess Sharlut 　　's uterus again, ejaculating a large amount of semen inside her. Sallyhan, who was touching herself, was also shaken 　　by the princess's unrestrained moans and reached orgasm. 　　 After the afterglow of her orgasm, I withdrew my penis from Princess Sharlut's body and placed her on the ground, allowing her 　　to clean my penis with her cherry-like mouth. At the same time, I instructed the dazed maid Anna to 　　suck out the semen flowing from the princess's vagina and feed it to Sharlut so she could swallow it. 　　After the two of them had shared my thick semen, the two of them simultaneously cleaned my penis with their mouths. 　　 In the royal city square, King Midland pierced the illusion of Sallyhan I had created with his sword. Sallyhan and I 　　stood on a distant rooftop, observing everything. As I left, I gave Princess Sharluth and her maid Anna 　　new instructions: to forget what had just happened and to allow them to remain in the royal city. At the same time, 　　I planted a secret order in the princess's mind. 　　 I said, "See, I told you that going back would mean certain death." 　　 Sallyhan looked at her illusion lying on the ground. "What did you whisper in the princess's ear when you left?"

Me: "That's a secret. Now come with me. We're going to the next place."
Sallyhan: "Where to?"
Me: "Just follow that messenger."
After saying that, Sallyhan and I disappeared into the darkness and followed the messenger who walked out of the square, heading towards a military camp.
After a while, a tall, burly man with a strangely shaped dog-headed face walked out of the camp and led a group of soldiers away
.
After the soldiers left, I flew down from the platform with Sallyhan and entered the room of the dog-headed man.
Inside the room, more than a dozen naked women were lying haphazardly. Their hair colors, hairstyles, and skin tones were all different
. The only thing they had in common was that these naked women were all young and had great figures—slender waists, pert buttocks, and a pair of
large breasts standing on their chests.
Sallyham: "This is the Black Dog Knights' headquarters. Sigfy, what are you doing here?"
Me: "To collect some interest, of course. Anyway, that guy is going to die soon, and
it's a waste to leave these beauties here. I might as well take them with me."
After saying that, I used (Evil Eye Binding God) again to mentally control the naked women still lying on the ground. The young
naked women slowly stood up and knelt down in front of me. "Greetings, Master."
Me: "Hmm, put on those cloaks over there and wait for me in the carriage outside."
The naked women: "Yes... Master."
After saying that, more than a dozen voluptuous beauties put on the cloaks with hoods... The cloak-wearing hat-wearer stepped out of the barracks and into a
long carriage. I instructed Sallyhan to also enter the carriage and load it with plenty of food and wine.
I secured the carriage with several thick ropes, told her to sit tight, and then spread my Night Wings and
flew towards the Snowstorm Mansion, carrying the suspended carriage. Upon arriving at the Snowstorm Mansion, I lowered the carriage and let the beauties disembark
. At the same time, I placed Sallyhan under mental control, instructing her and Queen Isabella to simultaneously train these beauties on how to be good
"maids."
After arranging everything, I flew back towards the Kingdom of Midland.
(To be continued
)

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