Goddess Hunt

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On August 17th, in the year 988 of the Holy King's Calendar (616 of the Night Emperor's Calendar), a skirmish broke out in an unnamed valley in Tortos.

The Night Elf army appeared suddenly and without warning from the left flank of the human army. The human soldiers were caught completely off guard, watching helplessly as the overwhelming enemy surged towards their ranks.

Bedier, standing in the middle of the column with his personal guard of knights, was stunned. The moment the enemy appeared in his field of vision, he felt as if his breath had stopped. Although the march was hasty, his caution had not neglected the deployment of scouts, yet they had still been ambushed. What had happened to the scouts? Perhaps they had gotten lost, or perhaps they had been wiped out by the enemy scouts, but that no longer mattered. He saw the Night Elf spearmen charging down the hillside, striking his left flank of light infantry like a powerful punch. The light infantry, merely hastily armed peasants, were routed by the valiant night elf spearmen at the first encounter.

The heavy infantry at the head of the column, led by their standard-bearer, attempted to retreat to the flanks, but Bedier saw the night elf longbowmen, positioned high above, already aimed at them. A deadly rain of arrows followed, scattering them in just three volleys. In the very first engagement, the human army had lost nearly a third of its fighting strength. The

light infantry on the right flank, though untouched, were in a rout like the left, their disarray even breaking the formation of the rear light cavalry. "By the Goddess of Order, this is hell!" Bedier cried out in anguish, covering her face with her hands, unable to bear the sight of the chaotic carnage. But the shouts of his guardsmen quickly jolted him awake. Looking around, he saw thirty-odd knights at his command. "Follow me! Knights of the Goddess of Order, may the glory of the goddess be with us!" This was a last resort. He led his guardsmen into the Night Elf spearmen slaughtering the fleeing soldiers, hoping to temporarily repel the enemy and buy time for his rear guard to regroup.

Although few in number, the knights, clad in chainmail or plate armor and wielding lances and longswords on their tall horses, were still a formidable force. Bedier's leading from the front further boosted their morale. While the Night Elves were a pure warrior race, they were still flesh and blood, and with virtually no protection, the heavy cavalry's advance was a scene of carnage.

After the initial surge of the charge weakened, Bedier led his knights out of the fray, regrouped, and launched a second charge. This was repeated four times. Despite heavy casualties, their bravery and fearlessness had driven back an enemy ten times their size.

Although utterly exhausted, the enemy's retreat gave Bedier a glimmer of hope for victory. "Thanks to the goddess's protection, knights of the Goddess of Order, advance! Defend the holy land of Sarnofok!" He raised his longsword, loudly rallying his troops, only to find few echoing his call. He turned to look at his knights, only to find them looking behind him, just as he was, towards a fresh force of night elves slowly entering the battlefield from the left rear.

Hope instantly turned to despair. Bedier's face darkened; he knew victory was now completely out of reach. The morale of the human army plummeted at that moment, and the previously stalemate quickly turned into a crushing defeat for humanity.

For both sides, victory and defeat came far too quickly, so quickly that neither was psychologically prepared to accept it.

"Spearmen, press forward! Longbowmen, unleash all your arrows!" The night elf war priestess, Shatika, shouted hoarsely to her messenger. "Tell Mei to stop pursuing the fleeing troops. Have her rangers intercept the human light cavalry." An uncontrollable smile played on her lips, her long ears twitching with excitement. She pointed two fingers to the sky, declaring as the earthly representative of the Chaos Goddess: "The will of Celushiel, the protection of Limuris, this is a victory bestowed by the goddess! This is the divine will's bloody revenge against the foreign heretics who have defiled the holy land for a century!"

"The divine will of Celushiel!" "Limuris's revenge!" The night elf warriors, their eyes red with fervor, shouted various sacred slogans, advancing towards their enemies with disordered steps. Amidst the shouts of battle and cries of agony, the main force of the human army was quickly and completely divided and surrounded by the night elves.

The human soldiers stared in terror, their hands trembling, unable to grip their weapons or control their shaking legs. "Almighty and all-knowing Goddess of Order, save your followers!" "This is the goddess punishing our sins!" They tried to turn and flee, but found themselves surrounded by enemies. Many had already given up resistance, kneeling on the ground and whispering prayers for a miracle.

At that moment, the battlefield, previously filled with the deafening sounds of battle, fell silent. The people of Celushivel silently thanked the goddess for granting them their chance for revenge, while Platina's followers silently hoped for the goddess's redemption in the impending calamity. They all knew what was about to happen. The night elves of the Arapacha Forest, who worshipped the vengeful goddess Limuris as their protector, were prepared to wash away the shame of their ancestors with human blood.

In the chaos, Bedier was pierced in the thigh by a night elf spearman. The few knights remaining carried him and his banner to a hilltop, where they placed him under a tree and surrounded him, preparing for a final stand.

By this time, Bedre had fallen into a state of delirium due to excessive blood loss. With dazed eyes, he surveyed his last knights; their faces were covered in blood, their armor dented in many places, their swords nicked, yet they stood steadfastly before him. This was a knight, he told himself. Courage, loyalty, piety, and the willingness to sacrifice—this was a knight. In an instant, Bedre felt his strength return. He asked the knights to help him to his feet, and the dignity befitting a great nobleman returned to his face.

"Knights of the Goddess of Order!" he said slowly but steadily. "Just over a hundred years ago, following the Goddess's will, our ancestors took up arms, left their castles and manors, and joined the sacred Northern Expedition. After nine years, they finally drove out the demons that had infested the Holy Land, bringing back the Goddess's glory and the Holy King's favor. They established the Goddess's earthly kingdom on this sacred land. This unparalleled achievement earned our ancestors the Goddess's redemption, and their souls ascended to the divine realm after their deaths to remain by the Goddess's side. Today, a hundred years later..." We stand here—Torthos—once again on the sacred ground where our ancestors first set foot, to defend the earthly kingdom of the goddess. This is also a war of redemption. If we die on this land, our souls will surely ascend to the divine realm with our ancestors. Knights, remember the sacred principles bestowed by the goddess: Knights, remember the oath of loyalty sworn before the goddess; Knights, remember the noble mission entrusted to you by the goddess. May the goddess bless the kingdom of Sarnofok, may the goddess bless the king of Sarnofok, may the goddess's blessing be with us. "

May the goddess bless the kingdom of Sarnofok, may the goddess bless the king of Sarnofok, may the goddess's blessing be with us." The knights followed Bedier in reciting the prayer. They knew this would be their last prayer.

The night elf warriors gradually gathered around, and Bedier pushed away the knight who was supporting him. Although the action immediately made him dizzy, he still tried to straighten his body. As the enemy drew ever closer, he mustered the last of his strength and shouted to them, "I am Marquis Dedbor, son of King Cain of Sarnofok, Bedje de Andor Guderian! I cannot die at the hands of soldiers! I demand a death befitting my status!"

The night elf warriors stirred. Unable to discern banners and emblems, they only knew they were surrounding a human nobleman, never imagining he would be the prince of Sarnofok and the highest-ranking noble of Dedbor.

From within the enemy ranks, a female warrior with long, crimson hair and a spear stepped forward. She bowed to Bedje, then said gracefully, "Good day, Your Highness. I am Mina, the Great Warrior of the Spear-wielding Queen Aria of the Arapuchor Forest. Celushivel pities the valiant warrior; let me grant your final wish."

Bedre had no strength left to support himself. He staggered and finally collapsed into the arms of the knight behind him. With his last remaining strength, he forced a smile: "I've heard of you, Mina, the favored warrior of the Goddess of Nemesis. That's good. When I go to the Divine Realm to meet His Majesty the Holy King, at least I can tell him that I died at the hands of a divine messenger, and moreover, this messenger was a rare beauty." This was the last joke of his life, a joke he had always made.

"It was all guided by Celushivel." Mina raised her spear and pointed it at Bedre's throat. "Rest in peace."

"Marquis Bedre has been summoned!" A series of wails rose from the battlefield, and both those still fighting and those who had given up wept bitterly.

Thomas, the standard-bearer of Bedeye, was originally in the rear guard protecting Bedeye's younger brother, Viscount Belian of Tortosa. When Bedeye was surrounded, he attempted to break the encirclement with his reorganized light cavalry, but the cavalry was quickly scattered a second time. By the time news of Bedeye's death reached him, he had lost contact with all his standard-bearers. He fought his way out of the battlefield, leaving only his sister on horseback beside him.

"Goddess of Order, bless the Kingdom of Salnorfok," he murmured. He removed his necklace and kissed the V-shaped pendant, then turned and handed it to his sister, Maria. Before him lay a face etched with boundless sorrow.

“Maria, run,” he said calmly. “Go down the valley to Galilee. If the goddess of order favors Viscount Belian and helps him escape this calamity, he should go there. I couldn’t protect the Marquis, but at least send you to protect his brother.”

Maria was already choking up. “But, but…” She opened her mouth, but couldn’t finish her sentence.

Thomas smiled, his right hand stroking his sister’s face, wiping away her tears. “I know what you want to say. Saying things like ‘we’ll die together, we’ll live together’ doesn’t suit our family. I am a knight, I have a duty to be loyal to my master, but you are not. You should live on strongly, find a reliable husband in the future, and pass on the swan pattern on our family crest.”

A small squad of night elf rangers had spotted the two riders at the edge of the battlefield and were rushing towards them. “Alright, run!” He reached out and ruffled his sister’s hair one last time. Though his tone betrayed reluctance, he gritted his teeth and pushed her away, slashing her horse’s rump with his sword.

“Thomas!” Maria cried out. The horse, in pain, bolted, disappearing within seconds. “Thomas~~~~!!” His sister, her voice hoarse from running away, cried out her brother’s name, but he no longer watched her go. He raised his sword again, faced the enemy, cried out for Goddess’s blessing, and charged back into the battlefield.

Having received promises from both the Papacy and the Holy Empire, Archbishop Aintar continued his southward campaign, persuading the human kingdoms. Queen Rita I of Silesia, King Philip II of Francisco, and King Hendry II of Ingrid, along with his daughter, Duchess Ellie Noel of Elgittein, all announced their participation in the Holy Northern Expedition.

In May of the year 988 of the Holy King's Calendar (616 of the Night Emperor's Calendar), a force of 35,000 men, led by the Holy Knight Egraine Martini and Prince Frederick of Vabia (who shared his father's name), set out as the western route of the Second Northern Expedition. At the end of the month, they crossed the Dud River, and on July 17th, they captured Tirgowest, a city defended by the barbarian tribes. After a brief rest, the western army advanced towards Bilald, the capital of the Orcish-established Khanate of Kruman, intending to open a path to the Holy Land.

Upon learning that the Northern Expeditionary Army had already set out, the leader of the Thirteen Clans Alliance, the chieftain of the Demon Wolf Clan, and Sultan Salahel Ad Ding Maiayu of Edith, secretly regrouped the disbanded tribal alliance army, preparing to seize the initiative in the upcoming war against the Northern Expeditionary Army.

Their opportunity soon arrived. In early August of the year 988 of the Holy King's Calendar (616 of the Night Emperor's Calendar), in order to coordinate with the Northern Expeditionary Army, King Kain of Sarnorfolk assembled 6,500 soldiers in Sarfield, preparing to attack the Night Elf territory of the Arapuch Forest. On the march, he was ambushed by a superior force of the Horde Alliance led by Salahel. Although the Holy Knights fought valiantly and temporarily repelled the enemy, he was subsequently besieged in Sarfield.

Kain sent messengers to his vassals for aid. His son, Marquis Bedier of Didebor, led over a thousand troops to Sarfield's aid. Reaching Tortos, they were intercepted by the Night Elves of the Arapuch Forest, who had mobilized their entire kingdom, and were annihilated. Bedier himself fought to the death. His brother, Viscount Belian of Tortossa, fled the battlefield before the enemy could complete the encirclement. Seeing that all was lost, he could only hastily flee back to Gallely to prepare for a siege.

The Battle of Tortus, as one of the preludes to the Second Northern Expedition, did not leave much of a mark on historical records.

Gallelli, located in the northeastern part of the Viscountry of Tortus, was not only the largest town within the territory but also the seat of government for generations of Viscounts of Tortus. Gallelli Castle, the most fortified castle in the southern part of the kingdom, sat atop a hillside on the west side of the town, complete with a church, blacksmith shop, stables, and other ancillary facilities. A residential area of over three hundred households was scattered in a semi-circle around the castle on the flat ground below the hillside. A narrow market was located at the foot of the city wall on the side furthest from the castle, while the square for townspeople's festival gatherings was located on the residential area closer to the castle. A stream flowing along the valley was artificially diverted during the city's construction, becoming a natural moat. Combined with five-meter-high double-layered walls and sixteen evenly spaced towers, this comprehensive defensive system effectively protected the daily lives of the town's inhabitants. Since the founding of the Northern Expeditionary Army, enemy forces had besieged Gallely seventeen times, and each time they had failed to breach the city walls.

In the early morning of August 18th, 988 of the Holy King's Calendar (616 of the Night Emperor's Calendar), the sound of chaotic hoofbeats awakened the unguarded guards at the Gallely gates. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Still half-asleep, one of them demanded, holding a torch to illuminate the approaching figures below the gate.

The torchlight first illuminated several faces covered in dust and blood, then their tattered clothes and tattered equipment, and finally their exhausted, foaming-at-the-mouth warhorses. They were all wounded, some with untreated wounds still oozing blood; the sight was horrifying.

The city gate guard's sleepiness vanished instantly, startled. "By the Goddess! What has happened? What kind of ordeal has tormented you like this?" he cried out.

A voice, hoarse with exhaustion and thirst, answered his question: "We are knights who accompanied Marquis Bedier on his campaign. The Night Elf army is advancing here. The situation is urgent. Please take us to Lady Aischivius immediately!"

The alarm bells rang throughout the town. The early risers and those awakened by the bells, though unaware of the gravity of the situation, still scattered in panic. Those who caught a glimpse of the knights' miserable state near the city gates and in the streets immediately began spreading all sorts of rumors, some absurd, some almost true, in the streets and alleys. The once quiet town quickly became noisy.

The tolling of the bells also startled the castle's mistress. "What's going on?" she murmured, slowly sitting up in bed, her eyes still heavy with sleep. The silk quilt slipped gently from her upper body, revealing her ample breasts and firm belly to the bright silver moonlight. "Your Excellency, something terrible has happened!" The head maid burst through the door, intending to immediately report what had just occurred, but instead was met with this unexpected sight. "My goddess! Your Excellency, why aren't you wearing pajamas to bed!"

Thirteen years ago, at the age of fourteen, she entrusted her newly inherited fiefdom to her relatives and left her homeland of Francisco to come to the Holy Land alone. In less than two years, she was again ennobled for her military achievements, becoming a trusted and relied-upon minister of the King of Salnofok. Over the years, nobles and knights who admired her fame, were captivated by her beauty, or coveted her fiefdom have all proposed to her, but she has rejected them all without discrimination. This aloof and icy beauty, who is used to keeping people at arm's length, has shown a strong interest in Prince Bedre's brother, Belian, in the past two years, which has drawn much criticism in private. However, she remains unmoved and does as she pleases.

"Alright, one of you can tell me what happened." When Aischivi, who had finished washing up, saw the knights who could barely stand with the help of servants in the drawing room, she, who was known for her calm and composure, did not show the slightest emotion at the sight of their miserable state. On the contrary, another lady who followed her into the drawing room a step later was immediately shocked and turned pale.

“Let me explain, Lady.” It was that same hoarse voice; he held a higher position among the knights. “I am Gerald, son of Aubury, the paladin of Capone, and squire of Baron Charles Shaller. My master and I were summoned by Marquis Bedier to accompany him to Saffield to reinforce our king. On the way, our party was suddenly attacked by night elves. We fought desperately, but my master was killed, and many of my companions perished. By the goddess's grace, that place became a hell for the followers of the Goddess of Order. We fought valiantly and barely managed to break through the encirclement. We didn't want to desert; we just didn't want to die in vain. The goddess bears witness, I personally killed three night elves.”

“And the prince? How is he?” Gerald tried to continue his explanation but was interrupted by the panicked voice of the woman who had been standing in the shadows behind Eschivy. “Tell me the prince is safe. Please, tell me!” She rushed to Gerald, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently, her voice trembling with tears.

"Goddess! Madam, it's you!" Gerald stared in astonishment at the noblewoman's face, filled with despair and helplessness. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but ultimately lowered his head. "We weren't with the Marquis when the enemy attacked. Madam, I'm sorry, none of us know how His Highness is doing now."

The sun slowly climbed over the hills, but Galleri did not open its city gates for the townspeople as usual, and the drawbridge, which was not usually lowered, was raised. A small number of guards were scattered on the city walls and towers to monitor the movements along the main road.

"Alert! Cavalry approaching!" Just past noon, a guard noticed dust rising at the end of the road and immediately shouted a warning. There were only four riders approaching, and they soon arrived at the city gate.

"Who are you?" a voice shouted down from the city gate.

A voice, aged yet resonant and full of confidence, answered his question: "I am Lord Louis, the steward of the Viscount of Tortosa, and riding with me is my master, Viscount Belian of Tortosa. My master is ill; please lower the drawbridge and open the city gates to let us in."

The drawbridge was quickly and slowly lowered, and the city gates reopened, allowing the four horses to slowly enter the city. The already unsteady Viscount Belian was quickly helped off his horse and placed on a stretcher. Without exception, the city gate guards stared impolitely at the young nobleman, even though most of them had seen their lord's rumored boyfriend before.

Viscount Belian de Tortosa was a genuinely handsome young man; anyone who had seen him in person could not deny this fact. He possessed a head of dazzling, flowing blond hair, and while his skin wasn't exceptionally fair, it was smooth and healthy. His features were delicate and gentle yet undeniably masculine, with red lips, white teeth, a small nose, and a pair of light blue eyes that often held a hint of melancholy. His voice, still clear and resonant before puberty, wasn't loud, but it was incredibly captivating and penetrating. Although he hadn't grown up in the court, his theological education in a monastery had imbued him with the same elegance and poise, in no way inferior to any nobleman who had received a full set of etiquette training in the king's court. Even more astonishing was his extensive knowledge, which had earned the admiration of many wise men from near and far.

This peerless beauty was only twelve years old at the time, and the thought of what kind of splendor he would possess in a few years made the lonely noblewomen of the Kingdom of Salnofok feel restless and feverish.

A sudden defeat and the subsequent relentless escape had already pushed his body to its limits. Just half an hour earlier, Maria, who had been chasing him from behind, had informed him of the devastating news of his brother's passing. Although he had mentally prepared himself, the double blow of exhaustion and grief immediately overwhelmed him.

Now, lying on a stretcher, he had a low-grade fever, his moist eyes slightly open, his mouth panting, his face flushed from the heat. This pitiful, delicate image, like that of a little rabbit, would be pleasing to the eye for anyone, and some fanatics might even feel their blood boil instantly. He was carried into the castle amidst the stares of onlookers, leaving behind only whispers and murmurs.

"By the goddess above, such a beauty is actually a man."

"Yes, if I were a woman, I think I would also go mad for him."

"Only a man like this could be worthy of our eccentric lord."

Upon entering the castle, realizing he was temporarily out of danger, Belian, due to a moment of mental relaxation, immediately fell into a semi-conscious state. Disoriented and losing his sense of time, he initially felt a chill, but then, without warning, something warm and soft enveloped him, making him feel a little more comfortable. In his dazed state, he realized he was hallucinating.

His soul seemed to have left his body and entered a void, where he saw a colossal, luminous ship sailing through nothingness. It was so enormous that he felt like a speck of dust compared to it. Then he felt something shatter beside him, and a sudden flash of white light blinded him. The light vanished in an instant, and when his vision returned, he found himself before the ship, along with a gigantic, fluorescent, azure-blue sphere many times larger.

Just as he was trying to figure out what he was seeing, his soul was suddenly dragged away, and both the ship and the sphere vanished in an instant, replaced by a magnificent hall before him.

He saw two women standing in the hall. Their faces were indistinct due to the distance; one wore a white robe, gripping a scepter in one hand and holding a golden apple in the other. The other wore a black robe, holding a spear in one hand and a book in the other. He then noticed many more women standing on either side of the hall. Looking around, he saw they were all dressed in white or black robes, each carrying various objects: some held longswords, some scales, some clutched purses, and some held cups. Most of them seemed familiar to Belial. He quickly recognized Beatrice and Eschivy, as well as the barbarian queen Catherine, whom he had met briefly before, though their ages and demeanors differed from his memory.

As he pondered this, his soul once again drifted away. The next scene was a dimly lit room. Belian was astonished to find himself experiencing dark adaptation. A few seconds later, his vision returned, and he discovered a scene unfolding in the room that made him blush. In his understanding, this should be a dungeon, as the room was filled with various "torture instruments," and a scantily clad, green-haired girl was bound to them and being tortured. Although her face constantly displayed expressions of pain or endurance, Belian could sense that she was actually enjoying the punishment inflicted upon her. Belian was utterly astonished. Although the girl before him looked only a teenager, he recognized her as Beatrice, the mentor who had shown him a second chance at life in the previous scene.

The sight of the holy bishop, who always presented himself as a dignified and sacred Virgin Mary, performing such a lewd scene before him made Belian suddenly feel uneasy. He tried to control his eyes and not watch the live drama unfolding before him, but soon, the soul transfer began again, this time more intensely. After a wave of dizziness, he saw a white ceiling.

It took him about ten seconds to grasp his situation. He realized he was lying in a bed covered by a blanket, and at the same time, he realized something was wrong with his lower body. Under the blanket, something warm and slippery was sucking on one of his testicles, while his morning erection was being gently rubbed by a slender hand. He hurriedly sat up and threw the blanket aside, seeing a naked, silver-haired beauty diligently cleaning between his legs. Seeing him awake, Eschivy gently pushed his testicles out of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, then proceeded to lick up his urethra from the base to the glans, sucking up the fluid seeping from the urethral opening and swallowing it with her saliva. She then slightly raised her head, her misty blue eyes looking up at him.

"My sweetheart, you had a wet dream."

Alfheim was a world where women outnumbered men. Of the five major categories, eighteen species, and sixty-three races of intelligent beings currently existing, four categories and thirty races are purely female; twenty-six races possess both male and female individuals, with females making up a larger proportion in all of them; and only five races are purely male, and their populations are relatively small. Excluding the succubus race, which possesses both sexual characteristics, and the Holy Blood race, whose sex is determined by the sex of their mate, the male-to-female ratio in the world of Alfheim is a remarkably high 1:9.

Taking humans, who make up 60% of the world's population, as an example, this stark 3:7 male-to-female ratio created far more female tribal leaders than male tribal leaders during the Magic Age. However, with the decline of the Magic Age and the advent of the Heroic Age, the phenomenon of male selection gradually became more prominent and severe. In just two hundred years, men gradually occupied the dominant position in various fields and social classes, and this dominance has been continuously strengthened and consolidated over the next eight hundred years. In the first year of the Holy King's Calendar, the Holy King conferred titles of dukedom upon forty-seven women. By the time the Alliance dissolved in the 221st year of the Holy King's Calendar, this number had decreased to sixteen, and since the founding of human nations, this number has never exceeded ten.

Although numerous female knights and lords still exist, and queens or popes continue to emerge, the established fact that women are subordinate to men has never been shaken.

This extremely patriarchal world treats women with extreme cruelty, but institutionalized women consider it all natural and continue to willingly accept the enslavement of men.

Here's an example: Suppose a war suddenly breaks out between the Kingdom of Kalandid and the Sharia tribal alliance. The old and fat Chief Murelisidin, by sheer luck, captures the beautiful and noble Queen Eleanor. According to custom, he has the right to demand that his young and beautiful captive do three things for him during her captivity, including "having sex." If, due to some unforeseen circumstances, the Kingdom of Kalandid is unable to raise a ransom that satisfies the Chief within the agreed time, then the captive automatically becomes a female slave, who can be disposed of as personal property. However, if Queen Eleanor captures the Chief Murelisidin, she can certainly demand an exorbitant ransom and drain the entire Sharia tribal alliance dry. But regarding the captured Chief, she not only cannot beat or humiliate him, but must also ensure his food, clothing, shelter, and health. Even if he is unwilling to pay the ransom, at most she will just imprison him until he dies.

Alfheim is a bizarre yet incredibly realistic world. In such a world, a woman like Eschiev, who rose to become a powerful figure within ten years solely through her strength and hard work, is truly an anomaly. While this world doesn't reject strong women like her achieving great things, the level of difficulty they face is often exponentially higher than that of men, deterring most women from even trying.

In this world, Belian belongs to another kind of anomaly. If he were an ordinary noble boy, he would already know how to touch the women around him when he was just old enough to understand things. By five or six, he would have learned to grope maids, and by eight or nine, he could use his tongue and fingers to bring female slaves to multiple orgasms. The day after discovering he could get an erection, his virginity would vanish in the gentle embrace of a childhood playmate of lower status. Although Belian had unconsciously indulged in a passionate encounter with his nanny in his youth, he had lived a semi-abstinent life for several years after entering the monastery, rarely interacting with women. While he had some exposure to the opposite sex during his two years as a nobleman, when the naked Avery appeared on his bed and seductively licked away the mess of his seminal fluid, he, still somewhat confused and barely conscious, immediately screamed in shock.

"Goddess above! Forgive our sins! Avery, what are you doing!?" He tried to break free from Avery's "control," but her grip on his manhood, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, rendered his resistance utterly futile.

“What are we doing? Doing what we love.” Aischivi gently bit his penis with her four slightly protruding canines, a small gesture that immediately made his body tremble violently. “My little sweetheart, you’ve grown into a grown man in just two months. This penis isn’t very big yet, but the shape of its erection is quite good. Although it’s more promising in the future, its current hardness and size are enough to make girls scream. But before that, you must fulfill my wish as promised.” As she spoke, she rubbed it even more vigorously. After just a few strokes, Belian’s back arched with pleasure.

“Please stop! Avril, this is not the time to do what we love. Please stop teasing me.” He cried out in embarrassment as he tried to lean back as far as he could, having failed to break free. He was distressed that his body had gradually become accustomed to the excessive intimacy that Aischiviu made towards him, and only towards him. These actions, while bringing him embarrassment and blushing, often gave him a strange kind of pleasure. He had always been unable to get too close to Aischiviu, nor could he completely distance himself from her. However, this level of nakedness and intimate contact was a first for him. He didn't understand why Aischiviu had to be so unrestrained and bold at this time.

Belian, who was gradually entering puberty, was quite looking forward to fulfilling Aischiviu's "wish," but the wailing soldiers fleeing in all directions, the knights being pierced by spears when outnumbered, the neighing warhorses, the spreading flames of war—the vivid images of various horrific scenes tormented him. The news of his brother's death was still ringing in his ears. Although his body was honest, he simply couldn't muster the desire.

Suppressing the waves of pleasure surging through his lower body, he, towering over her, reached out his right hand to push Aischiwei's head away from beneath him. However, sensing his intention, Aischiwei preemptively brushed his outstretched hand aside, then swiftly thrust forward, instantly bringing her head to face-to-face with him.

Belian was now only able to support his leaning body with his hands. Aischiwei, pressing close, draped her smooth hair over his chest and shoulders, pressing her full breasts against his chest. Although the danger of his "volcano" erupting was temporarily averted, this ambiguous position now made him feel even more burdened.

Aischiev's face was incredibly close to his, and he could clearly see the slight displeasure in her emerald eyes: "Teasing you? I'm only completely serious when I'm with you, my sweetheart. Saying that hurts my feelings."

Belian hurriedly tried to explain. Compared to his rarely seen brother, Bedier, Aischiev, who was always clinging to him, made him feel closer to her. Although he often couldn't understand what she was thinking, Belian didn't want her to misunderstand. "I know, of course I know, Avril. But my brother just died." As he spoke, his nose tingled, and he seemed to choke up. "He was my only family in this world. Although we didn't spend much time together, he treated me quite well." His already throbbing penis instantly went limp.

The moment tears uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, he heard a soft sigh beside him. Before he could even feel surprised, he was pressed down onto the pillow by the shoulders. While he was still feeling dizzy, Aisiqiwei had already wrapped one arm around his neck and lifted his head with the other. Before he could utter a single syllable, a pair of soft cherry lips sealed his mouth, leaving only a pair of melancholy blue eyes in his vision.

A wet, slippery tongue swiftly breached his teeth, climbing onto the tip of his tongue. At first, it was a gentle touch, making his taste buds seem to detect a hint of sweetness. Then came a seductive stirring and teasing; the wondrous sensation of their tongues rubbing against each other shot straight to the back of his head, making him involuntarily close his eyes, wanting to savor it more closely. In the darkness, his sense of touch became exponentially heightened. He felt Aischivié's tongue traverse his own, lightly scraping against his upper palate, probing deeper along his cheek. A tingling sensation spread from the tip of his tongue, traveling down his spine throughout his body, making his shoulders involuntarily tense with pleasure.

This deep kiss lasted for several seconds. When their lips parted, Belian couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, but the next second, he regretted his loss of composure. He hurriedly opened his eyes, wanting to push Aischivié away again, but unconsciously his gaze was fixed on her luscious lips. He could see her small mouth panting softly, and feel her breath lightly brushing against his face, which made him both ashamed and annoyed. This distracted state even diluted the panic and sorrow that had just filled his heart.

After the kiss, Aischivius changed from a woman-on-top position to lying on her side, letting Belian rest his head on her arm, making it easier to talk to him face to face. "No one in this world understands you better than me, my poor little sweetheart, so listen to me. You've lived in an environment lacking affection for too long, and just when you gained a little, you immediately lost it all, which is why you're confused." Her voice was soothing and deep, and to Belian, it didn't sound like comfort, but rather like the advice she often gave him.

"Bedeye and I served the same lord and our fiefs were close, so we had a lot of contact. I felt sorry to hear of his sacrifice, but that's all. He was a good man, brave and upright, elegant, and a little witty, but being born into an imperial family destined him to be no good older brother. He was used to the infighting among his own brothers from a young age, and for him, the fewer brothers the better. If it weren't for the immense prestige you suddenly gained, I doubt he would have even remembered that he had a half-brother he hadn't seen for ten years."

"Although he is still young, he also has considerable ambition. Your existence and our relationship gave him an opportunity to become the Marquis of Didebor in all his right. He brought you into his court more to increase his bargaining power than out of brotherly affection. If he truly cared for you, he should have recommended you for the position of diocesan bishop and tried to keep you by his side, instead of enfeoffing you in the barren and tiny Tortosa and sending an old, toothless steward to monitor you."

“To you, he is your only family, and you cherish him. But to him, a brother from the same mother is merely a dispensable existence. He has indeed treated you well, but only because you are of great use to him. I think you should be well aware of this yourself.” At this point, Aischiwei paused to observe Belian's expression. He had calmed down from his earlier confusion and was looking at Aischiwei. His eyes did not reveal any rebuttal, because he knew that what Aischiwei said was true.

Confirming Belian's expression, Aischiwei withdrew her right arm from under Belian's neck and knelt down beside him. She continued the conversation, but her tone gradually became more passionate. Belian, now back on the pillow, could see a gleam in her eyes he had never seen before. “You are special, my little sweetheart, and you know it yourself. You learned to speak and walk earlier than most babies. While your peers were still being cared for, you were already helping the abbot manage small ritual objects. You possess both an exceptional memory and excellent logical analysis skills. Before you even received formal education, a wealth of systematic knowledge already existed in your mind.”

“You are decisive yet meticulous, which is why you were able to seize opportunities and build a great reputation in a short time as soon as you stepped out of the monastery. You are also more worldly-wise and perceptive than many adults, knowing how to choose what is most advantageous for yourself while avoiding potential dangers. Your decisive decision to give up the excellent opportunity to marry me and become Viscount Salon and Tortos, choosing instead to become an ordinary courtier in the Bedre court, proves this point, although your choice broke my heart.” At this point, Eschivy even pretended to sob.

“My sweetheart, you have a deep understanding of yourself. You know you are extraordinary and that you are destined to achieve great things. However, you have always felt that being born without a father is a huge obstacle to realizing your ambitions. Therefore, before setting sail, you felt it was necessary to find out who your father was. That is why you abandoned your initial plan to go to Einsbrook and instead chose to become a minor nobleman and stay in Salnofolk. In order to maintain Bedre’s attention to you, you have maintained a distant relationship with me, whom you did not initially trust.”

"So, my sweetheart, it's understandable to grieve for lost loved ones. It shows we haven't completely lost our humanity because of these dark times. But you, always so rational, don't need to be confused and depressed for too long. Think about it, my sweetheart, you already have immense prestige, but no rights to match it. Now that Bedre is dead and Cain is besieged in Safranboir, if you accept me and make me truly your woman, with the support of the Holy Bishop of Didebor and Gallely, you can immediately be crowned Earl of Gallely. If you wish, I can even help you become Marquis of Didebor." At this point, Eschivi's words had moved beyond mere persuasion and become direct temptation. "So, the most important thing you should do right now is to seduce me."

Belian's expression was now full of distress; his confusion and grief had vanished with Eschivi's persuasive words. Having long realized how different he was, he had grown accustomed to wearing a thick mask to conceal his true thoughts. Yet, Aischivié always seemed to see right through him, which initially filled him with great fear and distrust. However, with Aischivié's relentless pursuit and unconditional compliance with his every request, although he still didn't understand her motives, Belian felt he was becoming increasingly dependent on her. She often tempted him with words, just like now, and he always succumbed to her allure because he knew it was exactly what he wanted.

Bedier sat up, only to find his height insufficient to reach Aischivié's eye level, so he changed from sitting to kneeling. He looked directly into Avril's bright, deep eyes and sighed softly. "Avril, you always seem to know what I'm thinking, even things I don't quite understand. Yet you have so many secrets I don't know. Can I really trust you completely?"

"I never intended to deliberately hide my origins, my sweetheart." A faint sadness appeared on Avril's face at the questioning. "It's just that I'm absolutely not allowed to mention certain topics involving core information without higher-level authorization."

“But don’t worry, once you possess true power and strength of your own, I think high-ranking people will naturally come to you and explain everything. And as clever as you are, you should already have some idea based on your own deductions.”

Knowing that Berian had once again succumbed to her temptation, Aischiwei relaxed her body, making her shorter than Berian. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Berian’s neck again. “Although I can’t be completely honest with you, one thing is undeniable: my true feelings for you, my sweetheart. You don’t need to give me your trust; just ravage me, conquer me, and make me your complete possession.” With that, she kissed Berian’s lips again.

This time, Berian didn’t let Aischiwei take the initiative. He extended his tongue and intertwined with Aischiwei’s, trying to guide his saliva into her mouth. While their tongues were locked, he reached out and pressed Aischiwei’s shoulders, pushing her back down onto the bed.

The kiss was short. After it ended, Bedre looked down at Eschivie, his right hand reaching for her firm left breast. He pinched her nipple and kneaded it forcefully, like twisting a flower petal, which caused Eschivie to let out a soft cry. Ignoring her seemingly mournful gaze, Belian's tone turned cold. "So it is indeed as I thought. There are some people, including you—no, it should be said that a powerful and mysterious force has been secretly helping me. Why am I the one and not others favored by you? Is there a reason? Is it because of my biological father, whom I don't even know who he is, or is there some secret I possess?" Although the question was abrupt, Belian believed that Eschivie must understand why he asked it, but he didn't expect an answer, because this was likely also a topic involving "core information."

Avril, her brow furrowed slightly from the rough treatment of her chest, smiled alluringly. Instead of directly answering Belian's question, she adopted a solemn tone, saying, "'You were born without a father, for you were born of me. I delight in you, with you wisdom, with you strength, and with you in trials and tribulations. I teach you the truth, that you were not born a king, but are destined to be one.' My sweetheart, you must feel a surge of emotion whenever you read these lines in the sacred texts."

"These are the words of the goddess to the Holy King, Avril. You are blaspheming," Belian warned in his usual cold tone, but neither his words nor his expression carried any real warning; instead, they were full of amusement.

"Enough, my little sweetheart. Some people call you a saint, but that's because they don't understand the real you. Whether it's Platina or Celucyville, you may revere their power, but you've never taken their goddess titles seriously. Stop obsessing over finding your illusory father. You are a hundred or a thousand times greater than you imagine. Favored by fate, you will become the king of all things, and the goddesses will be trampled under your feet sooner or later." Aischivi's charming smile returned, her tone filled with adoration and fanaticism. She thrust out her chest, just so Belian could more easily play with her nipples.

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted, Belian felt relieved. He looked down at the naked Aischivi, this legendary knight and heroine of the human world offering herself to him like a sacrifice, allowing him to play with her as he pleased. This ignited a dark desire in his heart, and his smile turned sinister. His manhood immediately stood erect. “Perhaps, as you say, one day I will reach an unattainable pinnacle, so I should reserve the position of my wife for a more noble woman. As for you,” Bailey paused, “I won’t even marry you as my concubine. I will only take you as a maid, number you, brand you, and make you my 'object' completely. Even if I treat you like that, would you still be willing to be my woman?”

“As you wish, my little master.” Under Belian’s gaze, Aischiwei reached out and parted her slightly parted labia majora and minora, revealing her already soaking wet vaginal opening. “Numbers or marks, I am willing to offer everything for you. But before that, please use your magnificent member to forcefully pierce my hymen. My supreme king, the master of my body and spirit, I have been waiting for this moment until I am going crazy.”

Aischiwei, with the help of her squire knight Polgu Bernina, put on her armor piece by piece. However, this time the two were not preparing to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but only to please Belian, who was sitting naked on the high chair opposite her, enjoying the scene before him. He had just promised to accept everything that Aischiwei offered herself, and immediately exercised his rights as master. Under his command, Aischiwei had to call Bernina to perform this shameful act for him.

Unlike her usual attire, this time she was forbidden from wearing silk garments to reduce friction between the armor and her skin. She was also required to remove the lining that insulated her from the cold and heat, allowing only the cold armor to be worn directly over her bare skin – a truly naked armored performance.

It was indeed a performance: the segmented skirt armor was insufficient to cover her entire genitals, and her buttocks and thighs were completely unprotected for ease of riding. The half-body design, intended for flexible shield handling, left her left breast completely exposed, her nipples erect from repeated friction with the breastplate. It's said that feigned modesty reveals more of a woman's allure than complete nudity, and this style of dress made this lightweight knight's armor, meticulously designed by goblins and tailored to her by dwarves, far more revealing and provocative than the lowest prostitute's outfit in the slums, eliciting a unique excitement from both the wearer and the onlookers.

The usually forthright and generous female knight now appeared somewhat timid. She slightly arched her back, trying her best to cover her private parts with her arms. Not only was a faint blush on her cheeks, but her legs, which she tried to keep together, even trembled slightly. The blatant gaze seemed to stir up her long-dormant sense of shame. "Please don't stare at me like that anymore," she pleaded. It was hard to imagine that just a few minutes ago, this same person had shamelessly seduced the man before her, completely naked, to violate her.

Belian, who already had the self-awareness of a master, certainly wouldn't obediently look away just because of a plea. The shy, girlish demeanor that Aisiqiwei had never shown in public before made him feel very fresh. His gaze became even more unrestrained, staring intently at Aisiqiwei's exposed skin.

As soon as Aisiqiwei finished dressing, he immediately stood up and stepped down from the platform, making no attempt to hide his erect penis, and slowly walked to the two people below the platform. Aischivi immediately knelt down as a slave, and Bernina, who hadn't had a chance to bow and take her leave, hesitated for a few seconds before kneeling down as well. She, too, was inexperienced in such matters, and her face had been flushed ever since she entered. She instinctively wanted to look away from Belian's crotch, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to flee from that terrifying monster.

"Avril, you are the most magnificent knight I have ever seen. Although the Southern Wolf and Northern Lion are considered the models of knights in the Holy Land, in my opinion, the bearded captain of the Holy War Knights' charisma is far inferior to even a fraction of yours." Belian tilted his head back and murmured in admiration, recalling the first time he saw Aischivius. "That awe-inspiring figure I saw from the arrow tower of Filburg is deeply etched in my mind, unforgettable to this day. Wise, confident, and exceptionally valiant, I suspect every man who has seen you on the battlefield, like me, dreams of one day taking such a brave and skilled female knight as his own. However..."

Belian lowered his head, seeing the two before him in submissive postures, and a mocking smile appeared on his face: "However, the once arrogant Snow..." The wolf now willingly kneels at my feet, hoping to become my docile pet. A dream I once thought impossible has become a reality so quickly. He reached out and stroked Avery's head as if comforting a real pet. "But I'm still a dreamy twelve-year-old, with a little vanity. Even if it's just pretending, I hope to defeat a fully armed opponent on the battlefield or in the arena, to shed my virginity as a conqueror. My Avery, as the object of our first encounter, I'm so glad you're willing to indulge my little whims."

“My dear little master, to me you have long been my undisputed conqueror.” Having adjusted to Belian’s unbridled lewd gaze, Aischivi had gradually calmed down. Her shame seemed to have only returned briefly, and her expression and words once again became provocative: “The moment your resolute and courageous figure appeared at the city gate when the drawbridge of Filburg was lowered, my soul was completely captured by you. From that moment on, my soulless body has longed day and night to become your possession. Although I cannot fulfill your desire to defeat, capture, and possess me on the battlefield, you can still raise your powerful weapon here and forcefully pierce my body, whip my soul, and make my body and mind submit to your attacks.”

Hearing this answer, Belian subconsciously curled his lip. A wolf is a wolf; even as a pet, it cannot escape its wolfish nature. Compared to that, he preferred Aischivi’s brief, coy demeanor. He had already decided in his heart that he would thoroughly train her later, remove this somewhat unpleasant personality, and turn her into a truly obedient pet who submits in body and mind.

However, he also understood that getting dressed had indeed taken up a lot of time, and dawdling any longer would seem too unromantic. "Alright, my Avril, I'll satisfy your long-held desire, thoroughly play with your body, and etch my mark on your soul. Turn around and lie face down, stick your butt up high."

At Belian's command, Aischivi obediently turned around and lay face down, sticking her butt up. Belian, who was already quite thin among his peers, was much smaller than the tall Aischivi. Aischivi's raised buttocks were directly in front of his crotch, allowing him to enter her body standing up. He

first slapped the ripe, peach-shaped buttocks in front of him, feeling the undulating waves, and then Belian thrust his lower body in forcefully, penetrating her hymen without any mercy amidst Aischivi's furrowed brows and soft cries. The moment his massive member was stained with her virgin blood, a strange warmth and pleasure surged through his brain. "It really is an addictive feeling, like fine wine! No wonder old Louis always says, 'Even the most exquisite toy can't compare to a living woman.'"

He licked his slightly dry upper lip and, before Essie could recover from the shock of losing her virginity, immediately began the next round of plowing. He knew very well that with no practical experience and relying on hearsay techniques, he couldn't possibly give her enough pleasure, so he simply disregarded her feelings and began thrusting wildly and wantonly.

"Ugh~ Hmm~ Ahhh—, it's so intense right from the start. My little master, please, please have mercy on your slave, slow down a bit." This brutal beating was completely beyond Aischiwei's expectations. Although she was a strong female knight, she was still a virgin who had just lost her virginity. Pain and pleasure mixed together, like waves crashing down her spine and reaching deep into her mind, each one pushing her nerve defenses to the brink of collapse.

"Oh God, no, I can't take it anymore, ugh~ ugh~. My little master, are you really only twelve years old?" After only twenty or so thrusts, the muscles in Aischiwei's legs and waist, which had been tense from sticking her buttocks up, relaxed weakly, and her lower body, losing its support, slumped onto the floor, completely defenseless. Belian, who was fully enjoying the warm current and the comfortable feeling brought by the pleasure, didn't care and simply pressed down on Aischiwei and continued to violently thrust into the depths of her body. When Aischiwei opened her mouth to beg for mercy again, her voice was trembling with sobs: "Please, don't be so rough, spare me! Ah~ ah~, my little master, please, spare me!" She never expected that she would give in so quickly.

However, Belian was very satisfied with Aischiwei's renewed cowardice. Instead of slowing down, he thrust and pumped even more vigorously. "Proud female knight, since you've become someone else's slave, you should have the awareness of a slave. How you want to do things is your master's freedom. You only have the obligation to comply, not the right to make suggestions!" After saying that, he slapped Aischiwei's buttocks hard, leaving a red handprint on her pink buttocks as punishment.

"Ah~ Ah—, I'm sorry, Master, um—, this slave knows her mistake, please, please use this slave's body as you please, um, my master, you are so powerful, just pierce and tear this slave's cunt apart like this." Under this barrage, Aischiwei gradually lost the ability to even shout, and soon only her helpless moans remained in the air.

The storm could not last long, and after another hundred or so bombardments, Belian's seminal gate loosened, and a large amount of thick semen poured into Aischiwei's uterus. Before this, Aischiwei had already fallen into a dazed state due to two orgasms that were not long apart. This heroine, who was incredibly brave on the battlefield and killed countless enemies, now had unfocused pupils, difficulty breathing, and saliva and tears flowed uncontrollably onto the floor, forming two small puddles. She looked extremely disheveled. The twelve-year-old boy easily accomplished the feat of conquering the legendary female knight, and it was a clean and decisive victory.

Withdrawing from Aisie's body, Belian found himself not tired from the release, but rather more energetic than before the lovemaking. His penis, still erect, remained stubbornly erect. Aisie, still dazed, certainly couldn't accept his favor any longer, so he turned his gaze to the Lynx Knight, Bernina, whom he had been ignoring. She was paralyzed with shock from the brutal act that had just unfolded before her.

Belian, his penis still glistening with semen, strode forward. Before Bernina could recover, the ferocious beast was upon her. Belian didn't speak, only staring domineeringly at Bernina, as if appraising another trophy. Under this silent pressure, the small figure of the twelve-year-old boy seemed magnified many times over in Bernina's eyes.

Still clinging to a sliver of hope, she first pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but Belian remained silent. He thrust his member into Bernina's cheek, giving her his answer through his actions. Finally, the lynx knight's eyes revealed submission. She first licked the still trembling penis with her tongue, then obediently cleaned it with her mouth. Helpless

moans soon echoed in the castle's guest rooms. On the evening of August 18th, 988 of the Holy King's Calendar, the cunning snow wolf and the stubborn lynx completed their transformation from wild to submissive, becoming the boy's two obedient and loyal pets.

Dozens of kilometers away, two other female beasts were also engaged in passionate lovemaking on the grassland not far from the temporary camp.

"Uh~ um~, my lovely Mei, my blood-related sister. Thanks to Limuris's protection, this victory brings me one step closer to the throne. Hmm~ gently, gently. Once I become queen, I will immediately throw you into the water dungeon, so you can never escape my control. I will torture your delicate body with all kinds of punishments, and your screams will surely be more beautiful than the most beautiful music I have ever heard."

"Sister Mina, my sweet lover and my destined nemesis. Ahh~, please stop, don't bite my nipples anymore. Soon my clan will regain Xiling's blessing, and then I will rightfully become the High Priest. Before you become queen, I will cut off your limbs in the name of the goddess and make you into a pillow, ahh, my beautiful sister, so I can hug you to sleep every day."

Casting the most vicious curses at each other, the crimson-haired girl and the petite black-haired girl gently licked and caressed each other's bodies, just to bring each other more pleasure. A pair of tightly intertwined vulvas, locked in a fierce struggle, their breaths rising in intensity as they brought each other to climax, a climax born from both their deepest love and their deepest hatred.

The battle was certain to begin within forty-eight hours, and apart from Shadowmoon, who secretly watched the course of fate, no one knew who would emerge victorious.

The sun climbed over the hills once more, and a new day began. With the retreating soldiers settled and reinforcements arriving, the city of Gallely, bustling for a day and a night, returned to tranquility. Almost everyone in the city was savoring this rare peace, for they all knew that this stillness foreshadowed the raging and merciless storm to come.

However, no matter when or where, those with responsibilities could not or would not enjoy peace, and our Viscount was one of them. At this moment, while eating breakfast, he also had to listen to his steward's report.

"...Lord Barn has broken a leg and has returned to his manor to recuperate. However, he has just sent two knights and seven infantrymen to help with the defense. To the lord's dismay, some say he died during the breakout, while others say he was captured by the Night Elves. Although there is no definitive news yet, either way, the outcome is grim. Lord Humphrey has also been seriously injured and is currently being housed in the church with the other wounded knights."

Old Louis tried to keep his back straight and his eyes fixed straight ahead, pretending not to notice the strange occurrence under the tablecloth of the rectangular high-legged dining table directly in front of him. Although he didn't know who was hiding there, he knew very well why she was hiding there. Some nobles liked to feed their "pets" while dining, which was already quite common.

Belian, who had spent considerable time taming the snow wolf and lynx last night, still showed no sign of letting up on training his new pet. Unfortunately, Eschivie had many official duties to attend to this morning and couldn't keep him company. At this moment, only the lynx knight Bernina was kneeling at the table, faithfully serving his lower body. Not wanting to be disturbed during his meal and conversation, Belian only allowed her to gently tease his penis and testicles with her cat tongue, but even that was already quite arousing.

"Adding to the standard-bearer Thomas and the squire Pierre, this battle alone has resulted in the loss of two legends, five elites, and over seventy ordinary knights," he said, setting down his mead glass and letting out a sigh that was hard to decipher as either sadness or satisfaction. "I knew it was a crushing defeat, but I didn't expect it to be so devastating. The Marquisate has lost all its elite troops in this battle. Even if it survives the current crisis, it will be difficult to recover within ten years without external assistance." But he immediately changed the subject, "However, the current situation reminds me of a goblin proverb: 'Opportunity always lies within crisis.'" "Yes, my lord." Old Louis bowed deeply to Belian. "Among the nobles who still have the power to maintain order in the Marquisate, none has higher prestige than you. Many knights who have lost their allegiance have hinted or directly stated their willingness to switch allegiance to you. This includes Cecilia, the noisy knight who came into the city with us. Last night, she privately approached me, asking if you needed any guard knights, and said she hoped you would accept her allegiance no matter what."

"Oh, Cecilia, who once refused the Holy War Knights' offer, is actually willing to kneel before me?" "It seems they've truly reached a dead end." Belian was intrigued. "If I could really bring this destroyer under my wing, my plan would have another layer of security. However, a mad dog like her is hard to keep at home without a leash."

After a moment's thought, he made a decision: "Here's what we'll do. Tell her I don't accept ordinary loyalty. If she truly wishes to become my vassal, she should go to the church and obtain a master-slave contract. Then, she should wash herself clean and kneel in the master bedroom of the castle, waiting for me. I've been interested in her explosive breasts for quite some time now, and I must make time tonight to properly enjoy them."

He waved for old Louis to leave, but old Louis didn't immediately take his leave, clearly wanting to continue the conversation. "Excuse my bluntness, but regarding your plan to be implemented soon, Viscount, I think your approach is somewhat roundabout and invites trouble." This surprised Bellian somewhat, because old Louis always only supplemented his decisions and never raised any objections.

Louis, the steward of the Viscount de Tortosa, commonly known as old Louis, was originally just an ordinary old stable boy in the stables of Dedbenenburg. When Bedre assigned him to his brother, it was probably not for any particular reason, but simply because they couldn't spare any manpower. However, this old man, who was considered dull and rigid by everyone, soon demonstrated excellent management skills and extraordinary financial management ability after taking office, leaving many people, including the two brothers, speechless for quite some time. Unlike

Eschiev's opinion, firstly, he never thought that his brother would assign such a capable and resourceful person. Belial had no reason to suspect anyone, so he never doubted him from the start. Secondly, as their interactions increased, he often felt a strong resemblance between old Louis and the deceased abbot who had once cared for him, inevitably leading to a sense of closeness. Of course, the lack of trusted confidants was also a significant factor. As a result, he quickly placed his full trust in the old man, entrusting him with many tasks he couldn't handle himself. Fortunately, old Louis lived up to expectations; two years later, Belial now consulted him on even the most private matters.

"A woman under the guardianship of the goddess and the king, whether widow or virgin, should not give herself to someone of lower status without the permission of the church and the king." This was a crucial clause in the Magna Carta. Old Louis, well-versed in the customary laws of various countries, used this legal citation as his opening statement to persuade others. "It is precisely because of the guardianship of his female noblewomen and knights that the king felt comfortable allocating fiefs to his female subordinates." "Duchess Eschivy is a direct vassal of King Cain, and her honor and disgrace are naturally closely related to the King."

"Confiscating her fiefdom and titles, while allowing you to be directly crowned Earl of Gallelli with the support of the Holy Bishop, would offend almost all the nobles of Salnofok. Even if King Cain, besieged in Saffield, cannot intervene, other members of the royal family and higher-ranking nobles will certainly question your legitimacy. Although it is unlikely to trigger a civil war under the current circumstances, your reputation will plummet. Moreover, your actions will ruin the Duchess's reputation. To destroy an excellent commander for the sake of a loyal knight is not only counterproductive but utterly unwise." "

The Duchess is not only a legendary knight but also a hero of the human world. Admired by many male nobles, she is also idolized by numerous female knights. Among the common people, some even compare her to Grand Master Lyon of the Holy War Knights, calling her a model of knighthood." "Marrying her might make your path to becoming a count a bit more circuitous, but the advantages a duchess already possesses are already considerable. Why don't you consider using them to expand your power instead of insisting on burning them all?"

This question slightly stumped Belian, causing a brief look of confusion to appear on his face. Although it was an absurd decision made out of momentary lust, he hadn't considered overturning it afterward. Not only did he immediately assume the role of mistress before Eschiev and Bernina, promptly initiating the training of his concubines, but he also quickly formulated a series of plans with the premise of taking Eschiev as a concubine.

"Isn't it just because of male nature?" After a moment's thought, he murmured to himself.

"Like a squirrel searching and gathering, like a lion plundering and possessing, emulating a powerful dragon to gather all the beautiful things into its lair." "To conquer beauties of all races with charm or force, then train them; to possess and develop their bodies with a strong physique and superb skills; to destroy their will and control their minds with magic and drugs; and finally to bring all kinds of noble, powerful, intelligent, learned, and capable beauties into the harem, to frivolously humiliate and wantonly defile them every day—isn't this the romance and dream of men?" He raised his voice, speaking both to himself and to old Louis.

Then he lowered his voice again, shifting his gaze from old Louis to under the table, "As for those cheap sluts who come to me looking for sex, like Eschiev and that Cecilia, and of course you, my little lynx." These words were not merely an answer to old Louis's question, but also a warning to Bernina. "Since you have willingly relinquished your freedom as creations of a goddess, and have groveled before me, begging for mercy, I am naturally willing to grant your base desires. I will, as you wish, do everything in my power to insult and degrade your inferior personality and dignity, to ravage and destroy your filthy breasts and genitals, to defile and taint your vile souls and thoughts, and to torture and whip your obscene bodies and souls. All you need to do is express your heartfelt gratitude to me, thank me for being willing to raise you, these ownerless female beasts, as livestock, thank me for allowing you to use your filthy bodies to satisfy my desires, and thank me for the severe discipline I have undertaken to unleash your perverse potential." "

Belian glanced contemptuously at his pampered lover beneath him, then issued his next command in a reprimanding tone. 'If you understand, kiss my glans to let me know you truly appreciate everything I've done for you. Then open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. Next, I'm going to use your mouth.'

Bernina first looked up at her master with a mournful expression, a look that pleased Belian greatly. Then, she obediently began to carry out her master's orders: first, she respectfully kissed his glans to express her gratitude, then she opened her mouth as wide as possible, sticking out her tongue to await her master's next move.

'It's sticking out so long, truly a slutty bitch.' Belian was very satisfied with Bernina's performance. He used his left index finger and thumb to pinch her tongue and gently pull it outwards, rewarding her obedience with loud humiliation."

Releasing her tongue, he wiped the saliva from his fingers on her face, then guided her head towards his penis. With a slight pressure, he inserted the entire tip into her mouth.

"Pay attention, keep the rhythm, and be careful not to let your teeth scratch my precious thing. If you hurt me, I'll strip you naked and hang you under the city gate."

Bernina gestured with her eyes that she understood, and then began her work. She tightly held the middle of his penis in her mouth, slowly moving her head towards the base until it was deep inside her mouth, pausing for a moment, then moving her head back to the starting position, repeating the process. Although still very clumsy, she had improved a lot compared to last night.

Ignoring the diligently serving Bernina, Belian turned to old Louis, who was being ignored, preparing to continue the conversation he had just interrupted.

Old Louis could no longer pretend he hadn't noticed anything. To avoid witnessing the lewd scene before him, he had to raise his gaze again, but the way he tilted his head back was rather odd, almost making Belian laugh.

"Of course, I'm not the kind of person who disregards everything else just to satisfy his lust. In my opinion, indulging in lust is a rich reward after fully engaging in rational thought and action." Suppressing his laughter, Belian continued to defend himself: "Even if it means sacrificing my reputation among the people, I have a reason to be crowned a count as soon as possible."

"Tell me, old Louis, the Guderian family has many branches in the Southern Continent, so why is it that it's Andor's Bedier who has inherited the title of Marquis of Didebor?" He didn't state it directly, but instead used a rhetorical question to mysteriously begin the conversation.

"Because King Cain, disregarding everyone's objections, changed the kingdom's succession law from primogeniture to quasi-bloodline succession, just to completely turn the Marquisate of Didebor into the territory of the Kingdom of Salnovok." There was no need to recall, because this was an event that happened a few years ago. Old Louis seemed to immediately understand Belian's intention: "Viscount, you mean..."

"That's right!" Interrupting Old Louis, Belian continued his speech. "The situation is changing rapidly, and perhaps few have considered this carefully. Although we are half-brothers, I actually have equal rights to the title of Marquis of Didebor as my brothers. As long as I can be crowned Earl before a new Marquis is elected, I will immediately become the strongest contender for the title. Cain used dishonorable means to turn Didebor into a vassal state of the Kingdom of Salnofok, and the nobles of the Marquisate still resent this. Whether it's Hughes or Emery, if they rashly express their desire to inherit the Marquisate without the King's support, the nobles will rush to support me, the only one not surnamed Andor, to ascend to the Marquisate.

"Of course, I don't think those two are foolish enough to help me with this." At this point, Belian shook his head with a smile. "But at least it buys me time." "Now it all depends on how long Salahel can besiege Salfield. The longer he holds out, the longer the marquisate will remain vacant, and the more time I'll have to expand my power. It may sound irresponsible, but if Salahel can eliminate Cain, then no one can stop me from becoming the Marquis of Didebor." He

concluded with a "wonderful" wish, then began to observe old Louis's expression after learning the "truth."

"I didn't expect you to have such a long-term plan. This time, it was my oversight, old Louis." He bowed deeply again to express his admiration, now completely free of his doubts. "Thank you for your trust. Please allow me to help plan the details. I am willing to do my utmost to help you be crowned as soon as possible."

"With your assistance, I am even more confident." Belian waved his hand with satisfaction. "As you said, this hasty approach is very risky. Many aspects are still just ideas. If the plan isn't thorough enough, it could lead to all our efforts being wasted." "For example, right now I lack a knight who can defeat Eschivia in a fair duel. Cecilia might be passable, but I doubt she can even act."

"Please don't worry, if you need a powerful warrior, there's a suitable candidate right now." Old Louis immediately got to work, taking over the problem that was troubling his master.

"After hearing your description, I'm becoming more and more interested in her." Belian clicked his tongue, satisfied. "I really want to see her right away, but it seems I need to finish my breakfast first." His plate was actually already empty; what he wanted to deal with first was something else entirely.

Bernina's continuous sucking was gradually arousing him. He reached out and held her head, guiding her to gradually increase the frequency of her piston-like movements.

"You can leave now, but don't forget to convey my message to Cecilia." "Of course, he didn't forget to once again dismiss any potential spectators who might have witnessed the live sex show.

Old Louis practically fled the room. Closing the door from the outside, he immediately rubbed his neck, which was aching from the prolonged arched posture.

'This unusually strong libido has far exceeded my expectations, my child. Things are developing faster and more interestingly than I imagined; it seems I must proceed with the next step of my plan.'" Of course

, separated by a door, Belian, who was gradually reaching his climax, couldn't hear his self-talk.

At this moment, he was no longer satisfied with the speed of Bernina's head movements and the depth of her sucking. To make his near-eruption erupt more intensely, he grabbed Bernina's thick, fluffy hair behind her ears and forcefully pulled her towards his lower abdomen, turning her gentle oral service into a violent, forced oral sex.

The only thing Bernina could do in pain was try to open her throat as wide as possible, letting her master's heavy blows repeatedly pound into the depths of her throat, each time deeper than the last, each time causing her more intense pain. However, in contrast, a familiar pleasure and sense of fulfillment surged into her brain along with the pain, spreading along her spine throughout her body, making her feel incredibly comfortable. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and then her mind gradually drifted into a state of confusion. As her eyes rolled slightly upward, it seemed her consciousness was about to drift away.

Just then, Belian completed his final and most powerful thrust, finally plunging his penis all the way into Bernina's mouth. With a powerful thud, a large amount of semen gushed out, shooting into Bernina's mouth.

Although he tried his best to pull his penis out of Bernina's mouth as quickly as possible, Bernina was still choked by the powerful spray of semen. She coughed a few times, tears, snot, and saliva mixed with semen streaming down her face. Although she looked pitiful and disheveled, it was heartbreaking to see. But Belian had no intention of letting her off so easily. Her tear-filled eyes and slightly trembling shoulders only aroused his sadistic desires.

"Who gave you permission to spit it out? Keep it in your mouth, you slut!" "He reprimanded her sternly.

Bernina was startled by the sudden loud reprimand and quickly obeyed, not daring to slacken in the slightest. Her flustered and uneasy appearance, in Belian's eyes, fully satisfied his pleasure of conquering a woman and his sense of superiority as the master.

"How dare you waste your master's precious semen so casually, you shameless bitch. Ten lashes for now, come to my bedroom tonight to collect them." He pretended to be angry as he set the punishment, but unexpectedly found that Bernina did not become more flustered as he expected, but instead showed a hint of anticipation.

Oh, so that's how it is! Belian pondered his new discovery, but this did not take too long, because he still had to guide Bernina to the next step.

“You must carefully taste it before you swallow it… Yes, like this, gently stir it with your tongue, don’t close your mouth, let me see you’re doing it properly… Alright, now you can swallow it all, but don’t spill a drop.”

“That’s it, that’s my obedient slave.” While tightening the belt, Belian finally uttered his first compliment to Bernina that day.

“In a little while, I need you to come with me to the dungeon to see that slut who, like you, came to me looking for sex. But before that, you have to clean up the floor you’ve dirtied.”

“Of course…” Belian commanded cheerfully, “Not with water and a rag, but with your tongue.” It was like ordering his hound to retrieve a frisbee he had just thrown.

[The End]

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