The Legend of Dragon Warriors, Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon, by Half a Frog

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[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon - Episode 16: The Twisted Political Situation] Foreword: An Unconquerable Heart

The residents of Newins slowly emerged from the sandbag-strewn streets and fortresses. They filed out in long lines, throwing their weapons one by one to the ground before regrouping at designated locations. Their eyes were still filled with discontent and resentment, but the city's fate of surrendering to me was irreversible.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were now fixed on two people. One was their devil—me—the Heavenly Fiend—the Angel of Death—the Demon King among Demon Kings, whom they all feared; the other was their hero, but a hero of the past. Now, this person was a cowardly coward in their eyes, for it was he who led them to surrender to me.

Hector, the Purple Lightning Dragon, stood less than a hundred paces away from me, coldly glancing at me. He hadn't disarmed himself; Thunderclap was still on his right arm.

Although his compatriots considered him a traitor, my heart knew that this man had never surrendered to me—not in the past, not now, and as for the future?

He would never have a future, because no matter what, I would not let him leave my sight alive.

Receiving the surrender of hundreds of thousands of people took a long time, from midnight until the early hours of the next morning. The man before me was incredibly patient; he stood before me like a statue for an entire night, without even blinking.

Ironically, I stood there motionless with him for the entire night. In recent years, my personality has changed drastically; I've become extremely patient, exceptionally tolerant, and exceptionally patient.

I know I've gone mad; I've strayed further and further down the dark path, sinking deeper and deeper, destroying others, destroying everything in this world, and destroying myself in the process.

But what about him? Has he gone mad too?

The surrender ceremony was essentially over; my troops had taken over all the demon's defenses, and now this city was completely under my control.

"What are you thinking? Do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables? Your gods have been defeated by me, your armies have been destroyed by me, what do you have left to fight me with?" Looking into countless defiant eyes, I was somewhat bewildered. Dawn was breaking, the sun gradually rising in the east, its blazing light slowly dispelling the dampness that had gathered on the earth the previous night. The man moved. He took a step towards me, then a second, a third… He took twenty-one steps forward, finally stopping. My soldiers blocked his path, bows nocked, swords drawn, all spears aimed at him.

"Let him come," I ordered, and my soldiers immediately parted to make way.

He raised his head, his gaze meeting mine without fear, and continued forward. Seven steps away from me, he stopped again.

"I know what you want to do. You went so far as to use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, forcibly completing seven transformations ahead of schedule, just to fight me! Fine, bring it on!" I said to him.

He raised his right arm, his gaze shifting to the Thunder Claw, a weapon reflecting a purple light in the rising sun. Then he smiled—the smile of someone resigned to certain death.

"I now possess less than thirty percent of my peak strength. My invincible scales are severed, and I've suffered severe internal injuries. You are not without a chance to defeat me." I had already anticipated his challenge. Since that day three years ago, life and death, victory and defeat, have held no meaning for me.

He stared silently at the weapon in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"Kill me, and you can reclaim your people's dignity, independence, and freedom. Come here!" I raised my right hand, beckoning him with my index finger.

"What's so great about being invincible?" he said, staring at the Thunder Claw in his hand, his tone less like speaking to me and more like talking to himself.

"Even if you can defeat a demon god, so what? Some things in this world cannot be obtained or conquered by invincible power." He then fixed his gaze on me, his eyes filled with an aura of no return.

As soon as he finished speaking, Hector was instantly enveloped in a surge of electricity, blue arcs of light swirling around his body. Everyone within a twenty-step radius of him was blasted away by the sudden bursts of electricity, flying a great distance.

"You can trample our homes, enslave our bodies, but you cannot conquer our unyielding hearts."

Purple electricity gathered and coiled on Thunder Claw, and a large patch of dark clouds rapidly gathered above his head. Then, summoned by him, a lightning dragon, baring its fangs and claws, hurtled down from the sky and struck Thunder Claw.

The Thunder Claw, having absorbed the electricity, instantly shone brightly, the dazzling light forcing everyone to close their eyes. Those close to him even experienced temporary blindness.

In the blink of an eye, his body had covered dozens of steps between us, leaping into the air. From top to bottom, his electric-charged right fist swung towards my left neck. The electric shock made my hair stand on end.

I didn't dodge, nor did I parry, because I knew that even with only 30% of his power left, Hector was no match for me.

*Crack!*

The Thunder Claw struck my left neck. With one punch, the electric energy absorbed from nature, along with all his own strength, was sent into my body.

My left neck was injured, blood and flesh splattered, my left collarbone shattered, and muscles torn apart. The intense electric energy even made my heart stop beating for a second.

But that was all the damage his full-force attack caused me.

The moment my heart resumed beating, I began to retaliate.

Ruthless!

Unfeeling! Ungracious

!

Unrighteous!

"World-Destroying Heaven-Shattering Fist!"

My right hand gathered its remaining 30% of power and unleashed the World-Destroying Heaven-Shattering Fist, filled with world-destroying power.

The instant my fist struck his abdomen, I noticed no fear in his eyes, only an overwhelming sense of defiant arrogance.

"Damn it, I've been tricked!"

In that instant, I suddenly understood Hector's true purpose in challenging me. I frantically tried to retract my punch, but it was too late.

My right fist landed solidly on Hector's abdomen, the power of the World-Destroying Heaven-Shattering Fist raging through his body, pulverizing every muscle and bone.

A low, explosive sound followed, and the purple lightning dragon, which I had "held" in mid-air by my punch, exploded into countless pieces of blood and flesh, the blood and bone fragments turning into a red rain that flew into the sky.

As Hector's body shattered, I saw him smile—a triumphant smile.

"Hector!"

"Lord Emos!"

"Thud!"

The Thunder Claw, now without its master, fell to the ground, its light completely extinguished. The hundreds of thousands who had already surrendered cried out in alarm. Someone started it, and everyone knelt down, chanting the name of the Purple Lightning Dragon.

"Damn it!"

Hector knew he was no match for me, yet he deliberately challenged me in front of hundreds of thousands of people, already resigned to his fate. At the moment I killed him, a seed of unyielding spirit was deeply planted in the hearts of the hundreds of thousands of demons present, and this seed will spread their words and actions to every corner of Asania. Even if I conquer the entire demon race, conquering the hearts of these people will be an impossible task.

The original god has been defeated, but Hector, through his death, has become a new god in the hearts of every demon, an unyielding god, and his final words will become a guiding light for countless rebels.

"Should I kill all the hundreds of thousands who witnessed this to stop this seed from spreading across the entire continent?"

I glanced at the hundreds of thousands kneeling before me, my face shifting between light and shadow.

[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon - Episode 16: The Turbulent Political Situation] Chapter 1: Rebirth

"Dark, after today, what are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. Go back to my hometown, farm and grow vegetables? Probably impossible. Who knows? I have no control over my own destiny now! What does the emperor intend to do with me?"

I suddenly felt a little tired. Even as a dragon warrior, in this turbulent era, I was just a small boat in a giant wave. Finding a peaceful harbor was too difficult.

Just then, the horses pulling the carriage suddenly neighed, and a gray carriage cut in from the side road. The two carriages almost collided.

"Hey, can't you see?"

came the coachman's angry curse from outside the carriage. Brigitte frowned and habitually lifted the curtain of the carriage window. Almost at the same moment, a face also leaned out of the window of the carriage diagonally opposite. It was a face that was hard to forget once seen: somewhat feminine, with long, arched eyebrows, thin lips, and a delicate nose. Comparing the details of his features, he was a handsome man no less striking than Duke Ruyaqi. His only flaw was his excessively pale skin, almost deathly white, perhaps due to a lack of sunlight.

My mortal enemy, Duke Ruyaqi, always wore a warm, gentle smile. If it weren't for the fact that his relationship with the Emperor was common knowledge throughout the empire, his appearance would easily inspire goodwill—that was people's first impression of him. As for the empire's most successful merchant, Duke Himea, he also always wore a kind smile, making him easy to approach. But this man's expression was extremely aloof; anyone who glanced at him would feel a sense of dread and distance.

Upon seeing that face, Brigitte's body trembled slightly.

"It's you? Lagus, long time no see!"

He glanced at Brigitte casually, then paused in surprise. The autumn frost of September seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye, replaced by the warmth of March, while his feminine phoenix eyes blazed like the July sun, shooting out two fiery rays.

"Gina, you're back! You've finally come back!"

The man's voice trembled slightly. Facing his burning gaze, Brigitte blushed like a young girl, turning her head slightly to avoid his intense gaze.

"One must have the courage to face one's past..."

"Was it also for him?"

"Only half..."

Brigitte nodded slightly, her tone calm and even compared to his trembling voice.

Through the car window, the man's gaze fell on me, the blazing sun turning to frost. He glanced at me with lightning speed, then his gaze returned to Brigitte. Hearing the address "Aunt Brigitte," and scanning my memories of my father, I immediately knew who this person was. He was the man Rosa had mentioned to me, the one who had helped me, named Franco Lagus. He was one of my father's few close friends, and his position in the Empire was peculiar. Nominally, he was the Emperor's Minister of the Interior, but through my father's memories, I knew he controlled the entire Empire's intelligence network, acting as the Emperor's secret agent.

The sparks that flew during our long-awaited reunion lasted only a moment before the two began a very calm conversation across the carriage.

"You've been gone for over ten years, and the city has changed a lot, a lot. Many things are unrecognizable. You must be careful, very careful!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Lagus, I understand what you mean!"

"Duke Ruyagi is only a figurehead; in reality, for example..."

"No need to say more, I understand, I understand everything. Thank you again for your kindness!"

Unwilling to discuss these matters in public, Brigitte interrupted him, nodding slightly and offering a grateful smile. Just then, a slight commotion arose outside the carriage. Two carriages had stopped at the intersection, blocking traffic, and a crowd of passersby had gathered outside.

"Take care, Gina, I'm leaving!"

Lagus gave me a slight nod in greeting, and the curtains closed again, but I could feel the eyes behind them still lingering on Brigitte. Although Brigitte tried to remain calm, I could sense her heart pounding a little fast.

As the two carriages were about to part, Brigitte suddenly leaned out and called out to him, "I'll visit you in a couple of days, Lagus!"

"Great, I'll be waiting for you."

His reply was once again filled with unbridled excitement. Watching Lagus's carriage disappear into the distance, Brigitte stood there for a long while before slowly withdrawing her gaze, her previous calm replaced by a look of melancholy.

"Sigh, feelings, they're such a tiring thing!"

She leaned back wearily in the back seat, closed her eyes, as if talking to herself, yet also as if intentionally speaking to me. I remained silent. Throughout the journey, Brigitte and I, both preoccupied with our own thoughts, didn't exchange a single word.

Upon arriving at the Parliament Building, my first impression was that the atmosphere was unusual. Previously, this place always felt like a half-dead emperor and a group of lifeless ministers staring at each other, all with stern faces, looking as if their parents had just died, each reluctant to even utter a smile.

But today, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the gloom that had hung over the ministers seemed to have dissipated considerably. When I saw Emperor Aura from afar at the entrance of the Parliament Building, I noticed that he was a completely different person, as if reborn. The deathly aura and lethargy that had enveloped him since the crushing defeat a year ago had vanished entirely. Now, his eyes were bright, his forehead gleaming, and he looked at least twenty years younger. His piercing tiger eyes gazed at Brigitte, a mixture of majesty and a fiery tenderness, a stark contrast to the one I had seen before.

"What's going on? Could it be that Rez's soul has possessed him, giving this damn emperor a completely new look?"

Of course, that's not the case. The reason the emperor has become like this is right beside me. From the moment I entered, Emperor Aura's gaze had been fixed on Brigitte, never leaving her for a moment. When I looked around, I noticed that my greatest enemy, Duke Ruyagi, was nowhere to be seen, nor were Josie and Dicanio, who had fought me fiercely yesterday—they were severely injured in yesterday's battle, losing limbs, and were probably still in bed. Among the younger generation of dragon warriors present, besides myself, there were only Kisaragi and Little Kristin.

News of Brigitte's return to Wind City had already spread yesterday. Having been away for over a decade, and with only a third of the city recognizing her, her noble beauty still astonished everyone. The obnoxious Prince Graeme stared blankly, his mouth agape, his eyes practically bulging out; Judge Hammurabi maintained a serious expression, his gaze fixed straight ahead, yet his eyes still darted out at Brigitte. The shrewd Duke Himea, though an old acquaintance of Brigitte's, nodded politely to her, but not too often.

After leading me into the council chamber, Brigitte became the center of attention. Everyone's eyes followed her every move, their hearts pounding with each step. Brigitte was like a diamond; the passage of time had not diminished her brilliance, but rather polished her to a dazzling, radiant shine. Every gesture, every smile, captivated everyone's heart.

I saw Aura make several gestures to stand up from her seat, but considering her status, she ultimately restrained herself. However, her eyes, as fiery as Lagus's, and the twitching muscles in her face, combined to form an expression of intense excitement, had already revealed the emperor's current feelings without reservation. The only ones unmoved by Brigitte's charm were Jiu Ning and Ru Yue. The priestess was blind, and perhaps due to her advanced age, she had "seen" too much, appearing unmoved by anything. Ru Yue, on the other hand, was simply haughty due to her imperial arrogance. Standing next to Jiu Ning, Lan Si stared with curious eyes at this "legendary" dragon warrior, after all, her aunt hadn't returned to Fengdu City for twelve whole years.

Opposite Jiu Ning's seat was an empty chair, specially prepared by the emperor for Aunt Brigitte. In the past, only blind priestesses and old red-armored dragons in the empire could enjoy this privilege.

Gone was her former melancholy and weathered appearance; Brigitte, head slightly raised, responded to the gazes of the crowd with a polite smile, and strode into the council hall with steady steps, the rhythmic clatter of her footsteps echoing through the hall.

"This was supposed to be your seat, it's been empty for many years..."

The Emperor pointed to the empty seat, his voice soft, as if afraid to wake a sleeping infant. His gaze was fixed on Brigitte, completely oblivious to my presence.

"..."

Without speaking, she nodded slightly in response, and silently sat down in the chair. As she sat down, Jiu Ning opposite her frowned slightly, then resumed her usual wooden expression, while I seized the opportunity to stand next to Duke Himea.

The hall suddenly fell silent, completely still; everyone except Jiu Ning focused their attention on these two.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Seemingly sensing the awkwardness, the Emperor broke the silence with a dry cough, adjusting his somewhat awkward expression and regaining his regal bearing.

"Today I have two announcements to make!"

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over the assembled officials, forcing everyone to lower their heads, except for me.

"The first is the return of Duke Clavis, who has been away from Wind City for many years. This is a momentous occasion, and I have decided to hold a grand court ball at the palace tomorrow to celebrate..."

The Emperor's words were somewhat incoherent. Brigitte's return to Wind City was certainly a joyous occasion, but calling it a momentous occasion was an exaggeration. As soon as the words left his mouth, the Emperor immediately realized his mistake and quickly stopped himself.

"Of course, this ball is also to celebrate the great victory at the front! Seven days ago, Duke Cordis-Baya sent news that the allied forces of orcs and demons had completely withdrawn from Solomon Fortress. To celebrate this great victory, it is only right to hold a ball."

The reason for making amends was a bit far-fetched and a bit late, but everyone could see that the emperor was out of control and still excited about seeing Brigitte again.

"Auntie's charm is still really great!"

I had a strange feeling in my heart. I glanced around. Duke Himea's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, strange smile, while Prince Graham across from me snorted lightly with dissatisfaction.

"As for the second matter, concerning Earl Schneider..."

The emperor finally turned his gaze to me, and I quickly stepped forward and knelt down.

"Count Xiunaida, your act of withholding the messenger was indeed inappropriate! I am punishing you with a year's salary suspension and removing you from your position as commander of the Black Dragon Knights!"

"That's all the punishment? It's lighter than I expected!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Although Brigitte had told me there would be no problem today, I only felt at ease after the Emperor said it himself. Being the commander of the Black Dragon Knights was a tough, tiring, and humiliating job, and I had long wanted to quit. But losing a year's salary was really painful, and my plan to buy more clothes for Sheila and the others seemed to be ruined.

"This is just a punishment. This time, you commanded well, defeating a monster alliance several times your size with a smaller force. I can't help but reward you! So I have decided..."

As he spoke, the Emperor stood up from his seat.

"I hereby bestow upon Earl Xiunaida the title of Marquis, and appoint you as the Vice-Governor of the three provinces of Yunlai, Tianye, and Gegao. I hope you will work hard and dedicate yourself to the Empire!"

"A beating followed by a sweet treat, quite the scheme! But it's a bit too shady; the sweet treat is expired."

Nodding in thanks, I felt a strange mix of amusement and exasperation. Becoming a Marquis from Earl—the only difference was a more prestigious title and a slightly higher salary to support my family. Removing me from my position as Commander of the Black Dragon Knights, stripping me of my military power, and promoting me to Joint Governor of the Three Provinces—the title was intimidating, but it was a deputy position with absolutely no power—because the actual Governor was Muse's father, the old Crimson Dragon Cordis.

A promotion in name only, but I didn't harbor any resentment. These things weren't really my concern anyway; this treatment wasn't bad. I secretly glanced at Aunt Brigitte, only to find her smiling gently at me.

After a perfunctory expression of gratitude to the Emperor, I returned to my seat. Next, the emperor discussed post-war reconstruction with his ministers. I had been fortunate enough to attend several of the emperor's meetings in the past, where he would sit listlessly on his throne, waiting for the ministers to submit their proposals for approval; the meetings were slow and drawn-out. But today's court session was a complete performance by the emperor himself. He sat on the highest dragon throne, his lips moving incessantly: tax cuts, refugee relief, prisoner exchange, post-war reconstruction, reforming the conscription and labor service systems—one economic, political, and military clause after another poured from his mouth for discussion with the ministers. After one proposal was discussed, the next one immediately followed. The entire morning court session was tense, compact, and efficient. Judging by this morning's standards, the emperor certainly met the criteria of a wise ruler.

The court session didn't end until after lunchtime. I, who had barely uttered a sound, was starting to feel dizzy from standing. Only after a long day did the emperor show some signs of fatigue and adjourn the meeting. Before leaving, he invited Brigitte to lunch, and she accepted. The two of them disappeared behind the court. Ruyue stared blankly at the emperor's retreating figure for a long while, then sighed softly, shook her head gently, and left silently as well. She didn't say goodbye to me at all.

I wanted to find an opportunity to say something to my aunt, but before I could even move, I was surrounded by a group of ministers, all congratulating me on my promotion. I had committed such a serious offense, yet I only received a symbolic punishment from the emperor and was even promoted (at least on the surface). The emperor seemed to value me highly, so those ministers who used to avoid me were now starting to befriend me again.

After exchanging forced pleasantries with these opportunistic ministers, I dismissed them and went to Duke Himea's side, quietly asking why that ass-selling bastard hadn't shown up today.

Duke Himea raised an eyebrow at me, revealing a smug, cold smile.

"You mean Jürgen? Him? I heard he went to His Majesty's place last night, and somehow angered him, getting kicked out of the palace. He probably caught a cold on his way back; this morning there were rumors he was ill..."

"Oh, I see!"

We exchanged a glance and let out a wicked laugh. The Emperor's unusual behavior today must be Aunt Brigitte's fault.

"May His Majesty remain as wise as he is now!"

I was very happy that Duke Ruyaqi had fallen out of favor, but a hint of disappointment lingered within my joy: if his loss of favor was because my aunt had replaced him in the Emperor's heart, then I disliked that outcome very much, very much...
[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon, Episode 16: The Turbulent Political Situation] Chapter 2: Unthinkable Reincarnation

After leaving the palace, I didn't want to take a carriage and walked home. Little Kristin caught up from behind and walked alongside me. Half a year had passed, and the dragon power within him had awakened, his strength undergoing a tremendous change. Little Kristin was still young, and he didn't understand or care much about the affairs of the empire, so naturally, our conversation turned to martial arts.

"You've learned a lot from G?del these past six months, haven't you? That old man is a bit calculating, but there are some things you can't deny about him."

"These past six months, I've accompanied my teacher on his excavations of ancient ruins in Serbato in the north. During this time, he taught me a lot, and I've now understood half of the great work left by the Sage."

"Oh?"

I glanced at him; the young magician was nodding thoughtfully.

"When I was little, when my father taught me magic, I was always puzzled. With the physique of us Sea Dragons, it wouldn't be difficult to cultivate magic and martial arts simultaneously. Why did the Sea Dragons throughout history refuse to cultivate any martial arts, thus creating a weakness in melee combat? Now I understand. As long as magic is cultivated to the highest level, it can completely replace martial arts. Trying to do two things at once is not as good as focusing on one thing."

I laughed, "You're a magician, of course you always boast about how important magic is! If that muscleman Dicanio were here, he would definitely say that strength is more important than magic. As long as the body can be cultivated to the point of being able to withstand immense force and be impervious to blades and spears, magic is completely useless!" "

What you said is not wrong. It varies from person to person. Our physiques are different, and we walk different paths. No matter how much I cultivate, my strength can't compare to his."

Little Kirsten winked at me and suddenly asked, "Want to try out the results of my six months of work?"

I couldn't help but feel a little itchy: "Of course!"

"Well then, prepare to take this!"

With a slight smile, Little Kirsten raised his right hand, his palm transforming into a blade, and slashed at my waist.

"Shin-chan! That's too fast!"

Although I was mentally prepared, the speed of Little Kirsten's Vacuum Slash was still beyond my imagination. Without using a wand, he casually swept his hand through the air, tearing it apart as easily as cutting paper.

It was too late to parry, so I could only do a somersault backward to dodge this lightning-fast attack. It was purely a sparring match; neither Little Kirsten nor I transformed, we were fighting in our normal human forms, and the force of our attacks wasn't very strong. Besides, the place where Little Kirsten and I were sparring was Dragon Square, and excessive power after transformation could easily injure innocent bystanders.

"Sizzle!"

I landed about ten steps away from Little Kirsten. As soon as my feet touched the ground, a slight stinging pain came from my left abdomen. Although I had dodged his attack by a hair's breadth, the sharp Vacuum Slash had still torn the hem of my clothes.

"Impressive! In just a few months, his spellcasting speed has nearly doubled."

"Watch out, big brother!"

Seeing that I dodged the attack, Little Kirsten quickly withdrew his right palm, extended his left hand, and swung his palms together in a clockwise circular motion, condensing the surrounding air into a solid sphere between his palms. Then, Little Kirsten pushed with both hands, and the air blast that instantly formed shot towards me with a sharp whistling sound.

Little Kirsten's spellcasting speed was incredibly fast, and his timing was extremely precise. Just as my feet touched the ground, the air blast hit me.

Dodging was impossible. Casting a magical barrier to block it? Trying to outcast magic against the speed of the Azure Sea Dragon, who possessed the power of the Musou Reincarnation technique? That was a ridiculous joke. My only option was to take it head-on with both hands.

"Shatter!"

I clapped my hands together, like swatting a fly, and caught the incoming air blast, smashing it to pieces.

"Oh, this is really troublesome!"

Although I managed to neutralize the explosive bomb, my hands were still numb and sore from the shock.

"That terrifying Musou Tensei!"

I knew I couldn't continue fighting like this. It would be foolish to fight the Azure Sea Dragon, who was purely focused on magic, by keeping my distance. Only close-quarters combat could win. After neutralizing that attack, I immediately lunged forward, trying to close the distance between myself and Little Kirsten.

"Big brother, watch out!"

Little Kirsten knew my tactics perfectly well. He raised his hands, his palms transforming into blades as he made several imaginary slashes in the air. The wind hissed and cracked, instantly unleashing more than a dozen vacuum cuts, weaving a blade-like net of air that rushed towards me.

No one could match the Azure Sea Dragon's speed in casting magic. Even the Heavenly Annihilation's ability to simulate everything was still inferior to the genuine Musou Tensei. After only a few exchanges, I, a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts, was forced to fight him using only pure physical strength, my magic long since forgotten.

Little Kerstin's "net" was woven from the swings of his arms, one after another, not truly overwhelming or impenetrable. Taking advantage of the gaps in his attacks, I dodged left and right, sometimes taking the blows head-on, sometimes deftly deflecting them, gradually closing in on him. But the price was the painful cuts on my hands and several tears in my clothes.

"I'm close now, let's see how you handle this!"

I concentrated all my strength in my left fist and punched Little Kerstin in the face. I didn't even expect this punch to hit Little Kerstin; the Azure Sea Dragon's fighting style was unconventional and couldn't be predicted by common sense. I knew Little Kerstin only had two ways to deal with this punch: either erect an air shield in front of him to block it, or use teleportation to dodge it—both methods he could do.

Just before the fist struck Little Kerstin, his body vanished without a trace, the fist only brushing against the afterimage left behind. He reappeared standing beside a large fountain in Dragon Plaza.

"Magic and martial arts, it's best to focus on mastering one, big brother. You haven't used a single spell since the start of the fight!" Little Kerstin said to me with a grin, scratching his head, a hint of youthful smugness on his face.

With their Musou Reincarnation and Instantaneous Movement, the Dragon Warriors of the Azure Sea Dragon are virtually invincible against any opponent—if they can't win, they run; even if someone is much stronger, there's nothing they can do. The only technique that can counter their Musou Reincarnation is the Three-Headed Golden Dragon, which possesses the unique technique of the Six Elemental Space.

"Teleportation is extremely energy-consuming. How many times can you use it without transforming?"

"I'm not just good at running away, big brother! That was just a warm-up. Now we're starting."

Little Kirsten grinned at me, but his eyes held a solemn expression. He clasped his hands together, forming a triangular hand seal. Under the influence of magic, the fountain around him was drawn in, transforming into a water dragon that spiraled up and coiled around his body, shimmering in the sunlight. At the same time, droplets the size of a thumb rose in formation from the pool, hovering behind him.

"I am the Azure Sea Dragon. Water magic is my forte. Big brother, let me show you the results of my training over the past few months!"

"What kind of move is that?"

Before I could even react, the water droplets behind Little Kirsten had transformed into sharp arrows, raining down on me like a shower of flowers. From condensing the water droplets to launching the attack, it took less than half a second. Facing the water arrows, I still didn't have time to set up a magical barrier to defend, and I could only choose to dodge again.

The Azure Sea Dragon was fast at casting magic, but the Dark Dragon was fast at moving. With a sidestep, the water arrows all flew past my body and missed.

"What good is fast magic if you can't hit your opponent!"

After dodging this attack, I immediately rushed forward again, determined to fight Little Kirsten in close combat. Little Kirsten's hand-to-hand combat skills were really terrible. If we fought hand-to-hand, I could knock him to the ground in one move.

"I've already made up for this weakness!"

Facing my right leg kicking out, a mischievous smile appeared on Little Kirsten's face. At the same time, the "water dragon" coiled around his body seemed to come alive, suddenly poking out its head like a venomous snake to meet my fierce right kick.

My toe struck the water dragon, but it felt like kicking a wad of cotton; I had no strength to exert, and my all-out attack was blocked, unable to advance even an inch. The distance between us had now closed to less than three steps.

"Let's see if my movements are faster, or your spellcasting speed!"

I unleashed a barrage of punches and kicks, employing the ancient martial arts of Zurt, hoping to outpace his magic with the speed of my movements against the storm of attacks. Zurt's martial arts were exquisite, but Little Kirsten's defense surprised me greatly. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, his hands formed hand seals, his body completely still, relying solely on magic to manipulate the water dragon coiled around him. Under the control of magic, it became a living whip, flexible and adaptable, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, clinging to his body, attacking from all sides, relentlessly blocking all my attacks.

Every weapon, no matter how perfectly crafted, will have blind spots in attack and defense during combat—something even the most brilliant martial arts genius cannot avoid. However, Little Kirsten, wielding water as his weapon and manipulating it purely with magic, created the most wondrous weapon. He pushed the variability, flexibility, and fluidity of water to their limits. His "water whip" coiled around his body, moving and transforming at will—sometimes into a blade, sometimes a spear, sometimes condensing into a water shield. It could transform into any weapon, utilizing the advantages of any weapon, defending against attacks from any angle, and launching counterattacks from any part of his body.

I attacked dozens of times but gained no advantage whatsoever; instead, I was forced back three times by his all-pervasive, shape-shifting "water."

"Amazing! Me, Muse, DiCanio, or Josie—when we completed our first Dragon Warrior transformation, we were definitely not as strong as him!"

Unable to break through his defenses and instead forced back several times, I was about to try using my signature move, Mind Storm, to attack Little Kirsten's nerves and see if I could break his Musou Rebirth, preventing him from quickly meditating, when the water dragon coiled around Little Kirsten suddenly collapsed, turning into droplets that spilled all over the ground. The young mage plopped down on the ground, waving his hands and frantically shouting, "I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore! I'm exhausted! I surrender! Please let me go!"

Facing Little Kirsten sitting on the ground, raising his flag in surrender, I was speechless with anger, but I could only reluctantly stop my attacks. Sitting on the ground, Little Kirsten's face was flushed, covered in sweat, and panting heavily; he was clearly at his limit. Although the Reincarnation of the Vast Sea Dragon grants it the strength to challenge opponents of higher levels, pure magic combat consumes several times more energy than physical combat, resulting in insufficient stamina – a persistent weakness that has always plagued the Vast Sea Dragon lineage.

"Trying to run away after gaining an advantage? You've gone too far!"

In the previous battle, despite being far stronger than him, I hadn't gained any advantage; instead, I ended up in a rather disheveled state – my clothes were torn in several places.

"You know me well; there's no other way. Using magic instead of martial arts in combat consumes too much energy. I can only last a minute…"

Little Kristin kept panting, his previous imposing manner completely gone. Mages embody both terror and vulnerability, a trait particularly evident in the Vast Sea Dragon. All the Dark Dragons of the past knew that when fighting a Vast Sea Dragon, if they could withstand the first three waves of attacks, they would have no choice but to flee. But withstanding those first three waves was easier said than done. Among the seven Dragon Warriors of the eighth generation… Little Kirsten is the youngest. If everyone's transformation level and power are equal, then apart from Kisaragi, no one will be a match for Little Kirsten. Even I, unless my special technique Mind Storm can counter his Musou Tensei, will only be able to run away.

For hundreds of years, the dragon warriors of the Azure Sea Dragon lineage have been recognized as the strongest dragon warriors, second only to the Golden Dragon, in almost every generation. Even in the time of the ancestor Karuz, if he hadn't comprehended that ultimate defensive move after Reiz's death, his martial arts would still be inferior to the first generation Azure Sea Dragon.

"That old guy G?del is indeed quite capable! In just a few months, he has trained Little Kirsten to be so outstanding!"

I now regret that I also had the opportunity to be taught in the past, but I missed it because of my playfulness.

"If I had tried harder before, I wouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat when I met Slo, and Anda wouldn't have died. Sigh..."

At this moment, I thought of the Heavenly Annihilation technique, which I could no longer use. This time, with all my inner demons gone, everything was back to normal. To be honest, I felt a little reluctant.

[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon, Episode 16: The Twisted Political Situation] Chapter 3: The Black Hawk Knights

The battle with Little Kristin ended inconclusively. Little Kristin and I walked home arm in arm, chatting and laughing. Strolling along the main street of Wind Capital, Little Kristin told me about his experiences in Selbato over the past six months.

"For the past six months, my teacher and I have been excavating prehistoric civilizations at the birthplace of the New Humans in Serbato, and we've made a tremendous discovery."

"What treasures did you find?"

"A whole bunch of strange machines, and some documents. I'm not entirely sure what they're for. But Professor G?del seemed really excited. He said that if we could completely unravel these secrets, the entire history of the continent would be rewritten." "

Is it really that amazing? I feel like I've heard him say that so many times."

"It's true. Professor Portman said the same thing. You weren't there in person, you know—" Little Kirsten looked up, his eyes filled with reminiscence. The Professor Portman that Little Kirsten mentioned was also one of G?del's cronies; the two of them were the leaders of this group.

"That day, when those things were unearthed, the expressions on their faces, the way they screamed with excitement—I still can't forget them."

Little Kirsten looked up at the sky and muttered, "The birth of the New Humans changed an era; and our discovery will create a new era!"

"That's what he said back then! I originally wanted to stay there and investigate with them, but then I heard about the invasion of the Monster Alliance, so I left early."

From Kristin's expression, I could tell that the excitement of those Amas when they unearthed the artifact must have left a deep impression on him.

"It seems quite amazing. I'll have to ask Rusbel what treasure they dug up when I have time. But I'm so curious, out of so many of them, why did only G?del come back this time? Where's Rusbel? Where are the others?" "

I asked him about that yesterday too. Professor G?del came back early. I heard he received an order from His Majesty to participate in the forging of a weapon."

"A weapon? What kind of weapon?"

"He said it seems to be a bow..."

Just then, a carriage sped past us, splashing dust all over Kristin and me. Two men sat in the carriage, wearing black felt hats, their collars turned up so high they almost touched their ears, dressed entirely in black—black clothes, black pants, black leather boots, even their gloves were black.

"Damn it!" I roared, furious at being covered in soot, about to yell a few curses, when a familiar face caught my eye out of the corner of my eye.

"Sheep! That big sheep, he's still here, he hasn't left!"

The man in black sitting to the right of the driver was none other than the big sheep who escaped from the Ten Tigers of Wind City back then; his name seemed to be Serasi. Back then, to save Sheila, I killed nine of his brothers, and only he escaped, abandoning his friends. I never imagined this guy was still in Wind City.

"What's wrong, brother?" Little Kristin asked with concern, noticing my changed expression.

"Little Kirsten, do you recognize the attire of the people in that carriage?"

"That one? Those clothes...it looks like the Black Hawk Knights!"

"The Black Hawk Knights? The Emperor's spies?"

Unlike the Black Dragon Knights, the Black Hawk Knights weren't an army, but a secret service organization under the Emperor, responsible for intelligence and espionage throughout the empire. The head of this organization was none other than Mr. Franco Lagus, whom we'd met earlier.

"Come on, let's follow them."

My intuition told me something was about to happen, so I quickly grabbed Little Kirsten's hand and followed.

We followed the carriage for a few blocks, and it headed towards the western part of Dragon Square. When it stopped, I was astonished to find it parked in front of Jagri's house.

Three men in black jumped out of the carriage; one of them had a small mustache and carried a cane, seemingly their leader. These three, along with the sheep, knocked on Jagri's door, and Jagri opened it.

"Madam Jacqueline Lane?"

"It's me, and you are..." Jacqueline looked bewildered at the sudden arrival of these uninvited guests.

The man with the mustache pulled a piece of paper from his trousers and flashed it in front of Jacqueline.

"You're under arrest, Madam Lane! The charges are malicious defamation of a nobleman and endangering national security."

Before Jacqueline could react, the three men beside her pounced on her like wolves, grabbing her arms and trying to drag her to the carriage. Seeing his sister being arrested, Alai, who ran over to pull her away, was shoved to the ground.

"Stop it, you bastards!"

Seeing Alai being pushed to the ground, I, who had been hiding and watching, could no longer hold back and quickly intervened. I rushed over and quickly pushed away the men harassing Jacqueline, while little Kristin helped Alai up from the ground.

"Long time no see, Selassie, how have you been?"

I held the trembling Yagri, shielding her body, while my gaze was fixed fiercely on the sheep's face. The sheep recognized me immediately, his face turning pale instantly. He instinctively moved behind the mustachioed man. Years ago, I slaughtered all nine of his brothers like chopping vegetables, with only him escaping. I never imagined this guy would now be a follower of the Black Hawk Knights.

"Count Schneider!" The mustachioed man also recognized me. He was initially flustered, but quickly calmed down.

"My name is Klat-Hoover. It's a pleasure to meet Your Excellency. We are on official business!" Hoover bowed politely to me and immediately pulled out the arrest warrant, handing it to me.

"Jagri-Laine has maliciously slandered and attacked nobles, her behavior is extremely heinous and seriously endangers the safety of the Empire. She has been arrested with the approval of Lord Lagus..." The last signature on the arrest warrant was Franco Lagus.

"Malicious slander, endangering national security? How is that possible? What exactly happened?"

"We don't know. It's an order from above. We're only responsible for arresting people, not asking why! I'm sorry, Earl!"

Huffer spoke to me, but his eyes were fixed on little Kristin beside me. He was stubborn, but his hands didn't move. He was observing my reaction.

Little Kristin interjected, "You're wrong. My elder brother is already a marquis! His Majesty just promoted him to marquis!"

"And this is..."

"My name is Hales-Kristin, people call me Canghailong!"

Compared to my relatively polite attitude, little Kristin had a look of disdain. The Black Hawk Knights usually used their privileges to arrest people indiscriminately, oppress civilians, and act as accomplices to evil. They were already notorious in the Empire and were secretly called Black Dogs by the people.

"Ah!"

"Could you spare her for my sake?"

"This..." Hoover's face showed a troubled expression. Two dragon warriors standing up for Yagri was a headache for anyone, but letting Yagri go was also a difficult situation for him. He was caught in the middle and couldn't please either side.

"I won't make things difficult for you. I know your predicament. Later, I will go to see your superior, Mr. Franco-Lagus, and explain this matter to him personally. I will take full responsibility."

I had already made it clear that I would not let him take her away. He looked at me, then at little Kristin standing next to Alai, knowing that it was impossible to appease him today, and nodded with great effort.

After driving away the Black Hawk Knights, Yagri invited us into the house. I first thanked her for speaking up for me in the newspaper, and Yagri was also grateful that I had stood up for her. After some polite small talk, we got down to business. I asked her what had happened, and she retrieved several newspapers from under the coffee table in the living room.

"Probably some recent reports!"

I took a look; the articles were full of accusations about the Fabil family abusing their power in their own territory, bullying men and women, and forcibly seizing women's homes. Besides these, the criticisms of high-ranking imperial officials were equally scathing. Every time a war broke out, the sons of noble officials in the army always managed to desert due to various illnesses or misfortunes. When the Warcraft Alliance invaded the west, officials in four provinces, including Yunlai and Tianye, only cared about taking their personal wealth and fleeing, abandoning the people. Now that the imperial army had reclaimed the lost territory, these people were not qualified to be reinstated. The articles were sharp and incisive, hurling insults at the imperial nobles and officials. One of the important figures she attacked was my mortal enemy, Prince Graeme.

"Hey, why did you have to bring up these things? Talking about the romantic escapades of some prince or minister would be better than this. You know, most newspaper buyers enjoy reading about these kinds of romantic tales."

With a loud "thud," Jacqueline, who was brewing tea for us, slammed the teapot down on the coffee table, making a sharp, jarring sound that startled my heart. She looked up at me, her gaze as cold as if she were looking at a stranger.

"I forgot, you're a marquis now, the Marquis of Schneider!"

Her words, though seemingly casual, sounded incredibly harsh to me. I suddenly felt hurt and misunderstood. I could tolerate the insults from the Emperor and the Duke of Ruyaqui, but I couldn't bear Jacqueline looking at me with such eyes and speaking to me in that tone.

"I know what you're trying to say—about the suffering of the people, the misery of the masses, the responsibility of every citizen for the rise and fall of the nation. You're probably thinking, no matter what, Dark-Shuneda is a nobleman, a dragon warrior. Even if he lies in bed all day, he'll still have plenty to eat and wear. How could someone like him care about the suffering of the common people?"

"I'm sorry..." Yagri quickly apologized to me. From her expression, I could tell she realized she had gone too far.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You're right. Since becoming this count, I've never cared about the lives of the poor. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I've sometimes abused my noble status to do evil."

Yagri stared at me without speaking, while little Kristin picked up his teacup and slowly sipped his black tea.

“Everyone has their own ideals and life goals, Yagri. Your goal is probably to use your pen to convey the voices of the lower classes to the upper classes, hoping to help them with your own strength. Your wish is good, but you are too naive.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Don’t you think the Emperor knows what you’re talking about? Even if he’s been misled by his subordinates, Princess Ruyue shouldn’t be so unaware, right? Why don’t they do anything? Are they really that confused, just watching these people act arrogantly? No, that’s not it. They just don’t want to do it, they’re unwilling to do it! From top to bottom, nobles and the Emperor, their interests are aligned. The intricate relationships between them are all self-evident.”

In response to my questioning, Yagri countered, “Since you know so many drawbacks, why don’t you try to change them? You are a Dragon Warrior, your status is extraordinary. If you were willing to do it, it would be much easier for you than for me.”

As she spoke, she picked up the teapot and filled my cup with tea.

"Change? That's too exhausting. I don't have that much energy. We all live in two worlds: the larger world outside, and our own smaller world. For me, the larger world outside—whatever the thunder and lightning, the torrential rain and hail—as long as it doesn't affect my smaller world, I won't waste too much energy on it."

"If the larger world collapses, your smaller world will fall too."

"What ability do insignificant people like us have to change this larger world? I won't waste too much energy and enthusiasm on such things."

"If everyone were like you, wouldn't this country be finished?"

"So what if it's finished? It's still Ruyue's country! All that hard work, only to end up benefiting others? I won't do that, no matter how noble or lofty it may be! Besides, I've often thought about this: millions strive for a goal, countless people die, countless people sacrifice, but in the end, when that goal is achieved, how many people truly taste the fruits of success?"

"At least, our current status as humans is the result of the hard work and struggle of millions."

"But most of the fruits are taken by a small number of people. I'm one of those who have taken a relatively large share..." "

That's why we need to work hard again to redistribute the fruits. Even if our efforts can only make the distribution of fruits slightly more fair, that's still a victory!"

"I'm afraid that when the fruits are distributed, not only will I not get any, but I'll also lose everything I already have."

Yagri and I were face to face, eye to eye, and the conversation became increasingly tense, our voices growing louder and louder. Little Kristin and Alai, sitting to the side, were dumbfounded and had no chance to interrupt.

"I understand. My father often said that even young people of the same age, with an age difference of three or four years, have completely different views on the world and different ways of living. We should look at things from the perspective of two generations. Sigh, I finally understand why neither of us can convince the other. Our life backgrounds are different, and our life goals are different. I was wrong." Yagri lowered her head, looking a little sad. The conversation wasn't going well. She had held onto hope for me, but now she realized how vast the gap was between our thinking.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's have some tea, Mr. Lane. This black tea tastes good. Where are the tea leaves from?"

The atmosphere was extremely awkward. Little Kirsten, who hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, sensed something was wrong and quickly picked up her teacup and gulped down some, temporarily easing the increasingly tense atmosphere. Continuing the conversation would only lead to conflict, so I seized the opportunity to say goodbye. Alai ran up and stopped me, the child's face still showing fear.

"Brother, are you leaving? I'm so scared..."

"Don't worry, brother is just going to handle this. With brother here, no one can hurt your sister."

Seeing Alai's frightened expression, I understood that children's hearts are the most vulnerable; even a small thing can have a significant impact on their lives. After

kindly comforting Alai, Little Kirsten and I said goodbye. On the way, Little Kristin said to me, "Mrs. Lane, how should I put it? To use a somewhat old-fashioned, inaccurate term, she's a good person, very patriotic, very passionate, and takes the suffering of the people as her own responsibility."

I shook my head and sighed, "What good is passion! If she were Ruyue, with Ruyue's current status and power, doing this might have some use! Unfortunately, she isn't. Her current actions not only waste her energy but will also bring endless disaster upon herself."

Little Kristin indignantly said, "How can you say that? Brother, to be honest, I respect her very much. People like her are the backbone of this country! I'm so curious, Imperial Law..." "Doesn't the law allow freedom of speech? Besides, Mrs. Lane's writing wasn't wrong, so why arrest her?"

I sneered, "You're too bookish, little Kirsten! What is freedom? Our freedom is given by the emperor, by powerful people. They can give us as much as they want! Normally, when your so-called freedom doesn't infringe on their interests, they can turn a blind eye and pretend they didn't see or hear anything in order to show that they are enlightened and wise. But when you infringe on their essential interests, these guys will not hesitate to take off their last piece of clothing, even if it means running naked in the street!"

"Big brother, you seem to be holding a grudge?" Little Kirsten shook his head, grinning in front of me, his eyes looking as if he was seeing me for the first time.

"It's not resentment, it's seeing through it all! Little Kristin, you're my good brother, that's why I'm saying this to you! No matter what happens to the empire, whether it prospers or declines, it's none of my business!"

"None of your business? Brother, you've been swearing a lot today!"

"That's just how it is. In my eyes, the empire is just Ruyue's empire, the emperor's empire. What does it have to do with me? Fight for the interests of millions? Hmph, you should know that the greatest use of grand slogans is to trick others into risking their lives for you! If you also lose your head and take it seriously, and foolishly charge into battle, I guarantee you won't even know how you died. What's wrong, looking at me like that? I told you long ago that your brother isn't a good person, he's a bastard."

Little Kristin glanced around warily, and finding no one nearby, whispered, "Big brother, what you're saying is dangerous. Don't let it get out. But I'm curious, if that's what you think, why are you risking your life for the empire?"

I sighed, "Can I escape? They won't let me go! Besides, some things I'm protecting will be harmed if the empire falls."

"What are you protecting, big brother?"

"My beloved, of course."

There was something I didn't say to Little Kristin: if I had to choose between my lover and the empire, I would send the entire empire to hell without hesitation.

"Some things, Yagri is right. Although some things are very hateful, we still can't live without this country. We still can't control our own destiny..."

Little Kristin shook her head, looking like she didn't quite understand what I was saying.

"Perhaps I'm still young, and I don't quite understand some of what you're saying, brother. Maybe I will in the future. By the way, are you going to see Franco-Lagus now?"

I nodded.

"The sooner this is resolved, the better, to avoid any unforeseen complications. I'll be home later, so don't come with me. Please explain to Sheila that I won't be going back at noon..."

Even if it weren't for Yagri, I would have to pay a visit to this most mysterious figure in the empire sooner or later. I'm no longer swimming in the pond at home, but fighting for survival in a vast ocean full of turbulent waves. Without a sturdy boat, I can't swim very far on my own.

"Brother, you can be a bit hypocritical sometimes. For example, you say you're not a good person. If that were really the case, you wouldn't have taken the blame for Lady Ryan's matter. You're all talk and no action. You're not as bad as you think!"

I remained silent for a long time before finally gritting my teeth and saying this to Little Kirsten.

"That's because my heart isn't black enough, ruthless enough!"

"Hmph! Tough on the outside, soft on the inside, big brother..." Little Kirsten pouted, feigning absolute disbelief.

[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon - Episode 16: The Twisted Political Situation] Chapter 4: The Mist

Franco-Lagus's residence was located in the northern part of Wind Capital, at number 75 Phil Road. The three-story building, from the outside, was adorned with high walls, fences, and heavy guards—its most extravagant decorations. Next door, number 76, was the Empire's most infamous prison, known as "the devil's amusement park"—Ogri's Prison. Ogri's was a city within a city, its walls as high and thick as Wind Capital's outer walls, heavily guarded, and housing many special prisoners. It was also the headquarters of the Black Hawk Knights. When I was a child, I was always getting into trouble. My mother would often threaten me with words like, "If you don't behave, I'll lock you up in Ograi." At 76 Phil Road, those locked up there, even if they were lucky enough to be released, were either crippled or insane, living a life worse than death.

It was as infamous as the Black Hawk Knights. If it weren't for me and Little Kirsten stopping them, Jacqueline would have been sent to this hellish den tonight. Ironically, in stark contrast to the seemingly gloomy and dark Ograi, Franco-Lagus's residence was like a paradise. Passing through the heavily guarded gate, instead of iron bars, stretched an endless expanse of tulips. Although it wasn't the blooming season, the vibrant green and the ancient dawn redwoods interspersed among them completely shielded the garden from all the gloom and suffering outside the walls. At the heart of the garden stood a colossal group of white marble statues. Amidst the lush greenery, a clear spring flowed gently from a water jug atop the shoulder of a bathing woman statue, the splashing water shimmering and dancing in the sunlight.

Before my visit, the guards had been notified. Before I could even identify myself, two young maids, already waiting at the door, opened it to welcome me. A path paved with colorful pebbles led directly from the gate to the master's residence. Led by them, I entered the depths of the dwelling of this most mysterious figure in the empire.

Upon entering, the two maids discreetly withdrew, and the gilded oak door closed silently. Although it was only past noon, all the windows were covered by thick velvet curtains, preventing any sunlight from penetrating the room. Four magic crystal lamps hung in the corners of the walls, but their amber glass lamps filtered out most of the light, giving the entire living room a somber atmosphere. A large, snow-white antler hung on the wall opposite the door, becoming the only bright spot in the entire house. In the center of the living room stood a gray marble table, surrounded by a row of black walnut armchairs. On the table lay a black file folder and a thin envelope.

The owner of the house, dressed in all black, stood in the center of the room, hands clasped behind his back, his azure eyes fixed on a black-armored knight statue beside him. A man with a mask on, dressed in black, stood there, his expression indifferent.

Hearing my entrance, he slowly turned around.

"My lord, you've had enough trouble already. You really shouldn't have interfered today. Please sit down!" His cold tone and indifferent expression made it hard for me to believe that such a person was my father's good friend.

Franco Lagus and I sat down across the table.

"I promised Uncle Villa I would take care of his daughter, and no matter what, I won't abandon this matter." Having stated my purpose directly, I fell silent, while the spy chief maintained his usual indifference, looking at me coldly.

Unsure of his background, I tentatively extended an olive branch.

"How should I address you? Mr. Lagus? Or Uncle Lagus?"

"Just call me Mr. Lagus. If the regional governor and the spy chief get too close, people will gossip!"

His blunt and ruthless remark abruptly ended the olive branch. Franco's coldness made me very embarrassed, but for Agrily's safety, having been rebuffed, I had no choice but to swallow my pride again.

"How should this matter be resolved! No matter what, Yagri is a fallen soldier's widow, it's not good for word to get out. You signed the arrest warrant, whether to arrest or release her is entirely up to you, isn't it?"

"I'm only responsible for arresting people. Who gets arrested is the order of the higher-ups. I just need to sign a document and then instruct my subordinates to do it."

"The higher-ups? His Majesty the Emperor? Would he care about such a trivial matter? Perhaps it's Prince Graham, but can he control you?" "

Your words are ridiculous, Marquis of Schneider! Prince Graham? He's His Majesty's younger brother, a prince! If he wants to deal with someone, a glance is enough. I have no reason to turn against him for a commoner."

In one sentence, I understood. The person who wanted to harm Yagri was indeed that annoying prince. Seemingly realizing he'd gone too far, after a brief silence, he smiled faintly at me and said, "Of course, if Your Excellency dislikes any commoner, a mere glance will be enough for me to make them vanish in the blink of an eye! After all, you are Your Excellency, the Marquis!"

Franco-Lagus's meaning was clear: he only obeyed power, and this path was blocked. The conversation had reached a stalemate. Just then, the two maids brought in two cups of coffee, placing them respectfully on the marble table. I could only pick up my cup and use the coffee to mask the awkwardness. Franco-Lagus stared at a spot behind me, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. His azure pupils flickered with uncertainty, like a cat's eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"Your Excellency, your formal attire is torn, and your outer robe has several rips. You must have just finished fighting with the Azure Dragon in Dragon Square and haven't had time to change yet?"

"You received the report so quickly?"

Franco-Lagus shifted slightly, straightening his back.

"While it's said that important matters don't concern themselves with trifles, these trifles don't refer to carelessness that could lead to serious consequences. You should still pay more attention to your personal matters."

His tone remained aloof, but now carried a lecturing tone, making his words even more intriguing.

"What do you mean? Is it in your capacity as an elder, or something else?"

"You're smart enough to understand what I'm saying. I advise you to stay out of this matter today."

I was speechless; his eyes were fixed on me like a hawk's, making it difficult for me to speak.

Time ticked by, and after what seemed like an eternity, Franco sighed, lowered his eyelids, and closed those chilling eyes of his. He then tapped the armrest as usual and said slowly,

"Fine, let it be. Since two dragon warriors are willing to stand up for her, and she has such powerful backing, I have no choice but to let her go for now! But this is the only time; let her know she's on her own!" His

sudden 180-degree change in attitude, when I had given up hope, filled me with elation, yet also a sense of bewilderment.

"Her matter is settled; you should worry more about your own affairs!" His

tone, which had just softened, suddenly rose again, leaving me bewildered once more. I had initially thought he was alluding to my disheveled appearance during my visit.

"My business? I'll pay attention to these details next time..."

"That's not what I mean!"

Franco straightened up, grabbed the file folder from the table, and handed it to me. His expression turned harsh and serious, and his tone was chilling.

"I mean, you should pay more attention to the women around you!"

"My women? You helped me with the hotel while I was away, and I'm very grateful."

"Grateful? Hmph, I'm not referring to that! I mean, Marquis Schneider, how much do you really know about your little mistress, Sheila?"

The sudden mention of Sheila was like a sharp needle piercing my skin. I, who had been trying to remain calm, finally couldn't help but jump up.

"What does this have to do with him? What do you want to do, Mr. Lagus!"

My first instinct was to rush out and go home to see if Sheila was in any danger.

"I just want to ask, how much do you know about the background of this woman who is very likely to bear your child?"

"What do you mean? Mr. Lagus, please be clear."

Franco Lagus picked up his coffee cup, took an elegant sip, and then gave me a very gentlemanly smile:

"Nothing else, Marquis Schneider. I just wanted to ask if you'd like some more sugar in your coffee."

I opened the file folder, casually flipped through the documents, and found it was a personal file, entirely about Sheila. Her date of birth, who her parents were, her family background, her upbringing, where she had lived—everything was recorded clearly.

"What... what does this mean?"

"Nothing, I've already said what I wanted to say. I just wanted to remind Your Excellency to pay more attention to your wife..."

"Speak clearly!"

I slammed the file folder on the table. Sheila was my Achilles' heel, and Lagus's sudden dragging her into this matter infuriated me.

"Your Excellency, how can someone as intelligent as you not understand what I mean? Yes, we've been monitoring you, or rather, protecting you!"

I scoffed. I already knew I'd been monitored.

"Protecting me? I'm so grateful!"

My words were barbed, but he just smiled slightly.

"It's not just you; we've been protecting every dragon warrior in the empire! Everyone who gets close to you, we've been secretly investigating their identity and background. We won't let them go until we get to the bottom of it."

"Are you afraid someone will assassinate me?"

"Yes! Since your ancestor's death over a hundred years ago, this has always been our mission. Your ancestor's wife, Polia, was a woman of unknown origin. If we had investigated her background thoroughly back then, perhaps the tragedy wouldn't have happened." "

Then what do you mean by that?"

My body began to chill. Franco was clearly implying to me: there were many suspicious points about Sheila's background. But I didn't want to hear him continue, so I interrupted Franco:

"I know Sheila's background perfectly well. She comes from Bara, the capital of the province of Strand. Her father was a low-ranking knight, and her mother was an ordinary teacher. I heard she was a distant relative of Claire, the former headmaster of Suzaku Academy. Several years ago, her parents died one after another, and she, having no one to rely on, came to live with her at Suzaku Academy until she met me. She told me all this, and it's exactly the same as what's written in your file. What's suspicious about that?"

"There's nothing suspicious about that..." "

Then why are you saying all this?"

I was furious, but I suppressed my anger. First it was about Agri, and now it's Sheila's turn. These despicable nobles!

"Her parents died one after another. Do you know how many days passed between them? Do you know how her father died?"

"..."

I didn't speak, but just stared at Franco sideways, as if I could see right through him. Facing my increasingly fierce gaze, Franco Lagus sat there nonchalantly, his two index fingers tapping lightly together, as if everything was under control.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"You might have misunderstood me. It seems you value her highly, otherwise, given your personality, you wouldn't be so flustered."

"Speak plainly. I don't like beating around the bush, and my patience is almost gone!"

"Her father died drunk, fell from his horse, and broke his neck. A few days later, her mother also committed suicide by poisoning herself."

My heart skipped a beat. Sheila hadn't told me this.

"Such a heartbreaking thing, it's normal for Sheila not to tell me. What's so strange about that?"

"There's nothing strange about it, but take a look at this."

Franco picked up the envelope with two fingers and tossed it to me. I opened it and found it was an autopsy report.

"The cervical spine was struck by external force; the second and third vertebrae are completely shattered. The skull is undamaged, suggesting a powerful blow!"

"The second and third vertebrae are completely shattered? You should know what that means! Human bones are very hard. If someone falls from a horse and breaks their neck, it wouldn't be shattered! Your woman's father didn't die in an accident; he was murdered!"

When Franco-Lagus uttered the word "murder," my heart skipped a beat. What also caught my attention was the coroner's signature date: May of the 302nd year of the Empire. That meant the autopsy report was done months ago! A report about someone who had been dead for almost ten years suddenly appearing—there was only one possibility…

I was instantly enraged.

"What?! You actually… you actually dug up Sheila's father's grave!"

Franco-Lagus shook his eyebrows dismissively, his tone hardening further: "I'll say it again, I don't want to repeat myself! You are a Dragon Warrior. Everyone who comes near you, her background, her past—we must investigate them thoroughly! If we had investigated your great-great-grandmother's past beforehand, this tragedy wouldn't have happened!"

"So what did you find this time?"

"Nothing much, except that the cause of her parents' deaths is rather suspicious!"

He replied casually, but I felt he was lying. I stared intently at Lagus's face, hoping to glean something, but he simply picked up his cup and slowly sipped his coffee.

"Today's coffee seems a bit bitter, but bitter coffee is the most invigorating, I like it."

Watching the spy chief calmly sipping his coffee, I suddenly felt an oppressive atmosphere in the room; the light was too dim.

I suddenly remembered something: I'd known Sheila for almost ten years, but she had never left Wind City to visit her hometown, nor had she ever paid respects to her parents. I said I knew Sheila's past well, but did I really?

"That's impossible! Don't listen to his nonsense!" I shook my head inwardly, defending Sheila. "Even if she really died from murder, what does that prove? Murders happen every day in the Empire. Besides, disguising murders as accidental suicides is something your Black Hawk Knights have done plenty of times. It was just an accident. Does my woman have to have a clean slate for three generations?"

"Yes, that's normal, very normal, humph..."

Franco-Lagus echoed my tone, gently setting down his coffee cup. A strange smile slowly appeared on his lips, making my heart flutter.

"If it's normal, then don't make trouble out of nothing!" I said stubbornly, but my confidence was waning.

"Oh? Making trouble out of nothing? Heh heh..." Franco-Lagus put down his cup and laughed loudly. In the dim room, his laughter sounded somewhat sinister.

"Since that's the case, then I won't say any more, but I must remind you! Marquis of Shueda, you are a Dragon Warrior, a Dragon Warrior whose lineage is passed down from father to son. There are only seven Dragon Warriors in the Empire, so you are a rare commodity!"

Franco-Lagus's lips curled up in a half-smile, his gaze meeting mine, both of us trying to read each other's minds.

"A rare commodity? What do you mean by that!"

I wanted to press for clarification, but he stood up, gesturing to see me out.

"You should go, Your Excellency. Although I'm in this line of work, I'm not the kind of person who makes baseless accusations. Think carefully about my words, and be careful!"

His meaningful farewell left me pondering. The issue had shifted to Sheila, which not only gave me a headache but also made me regret coming to this godforsaken place.

My heart pounded with fear. After Anda's death, Sheila was the most important person in my life, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing her again.

"Hera's background is spotless, there couldn't be any problems. Besides, she has the old headmaster of Suzaku Academy as a witness! Lagus, that spy chief, has been in this business for too long; he sees everyone as a thief."

I desperately tried to reassure myself, but as Franco Lagus saw me out the door, an unintentional remark plunged me back into a fog of confusion.

"There's something I need to explain to the Marquis! Digging up graves is a very shameful thing. Those of us in this line of work wouldn't do such a thing unless there was an absolutely necessary reason. Moreover, the old headmaster of Suzaku Academy, Claire, does indeed have a distant niece named Heera, but I had never seen her before joining her ranks."

"What do you mean? You must have something else you haven't told me. Explain it clearly!"

"Figure it out yourself!"

"Bang!" The heavy iron door slammed shut, separating me and the spy chief into two different worlds. Behind the iron gate, Franco-Lagus raised his right hand, drew several circles on his head with his index finger, and gestured to me as if he were thinking.

Franco-Lagus's words left me with a belly full of doubts as I returned home.

"Was Sheila instructed to approach me and find an opportunity to harm me?"

Even with a hundred pieces of evidence, I wouldn't believe Sheila would do such a thing. But what did Lagus's hints mean?

"How could I have such thoughts? No matter what, one thing I'm certain of is that Sheila wouldn't harm me, absolutely not!"

I slapped myself, forcefully suppressing the terrible thought that had just arisen.

[Main Story Part 4: The Fallen Dragon Demon - Episode 16: The Twisted Political Situation] Chapter 5: Delicious Food

Responding to the sound, my stomach rumbled in response, and I realized that it was well past lunchtime.

I tiptoed into the kitchen and saw Sheila's smooth back. Sheila wore a floor-length gown with a slit in the back today. Rosa had made it for her, and Sheila only seemed to have worn it once. Rosa, that slut, always cut clothes haphazardly, using as little fabric as possible, but this one for Sheila was an exception. The skirt above the waist was like a vest, a white, sleeveless, collarless cotton tulle skirt, with an intentionally small outer lining clinging tightly to her upper body, perfectly highlighting Sheila's prominent breasts and slender waist.

As for the back, a large heart-shaped opening was cut out. If you stared intently at the chest area, you could even see the outlines of her nipples protruding through the tulle—Sheila would only dare wear such clothes at home; there was no way she would go out in public.

The lower part, however, was extremely conservative: a long, floor-length skirt with a wide, loose hem, layered with ruffles, so wide and large that it concealed no one. Walking in a skirt like this, you have to hold the hem with both hands, otherwise the low hem will drag on the ground.

"Daxiu, you're back!"

"Where's everyone else? Why are you the only one here?"

"Shh!" Sheila put her index finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.

"What's wrong?"

"Nobody slept well last night, and we got up too early today. They're all asleep now. Keep your voice down, don't wake them."

I then remembered that recently, because of my situation, my family had been overwhelmed and exhausted. Everyone hadn't been eating or sleeping well. Now that things were resolved, the tension could finally be relieved.

I quickly lowered my voice as well: "Are you the only one who didn't sleep? You've worked so hard. What delicious food did you cook for me?"

There was something simmering in the clay pot on the stove, steaming, and the whole kitchen was filled with a tempting aroma.

"Your favorite cod soup! I made it a while ago, but you came back late today, so I just reheated it."

"Want some fish? You must be tired."

Sheila hadn't slept well all night, and it was nap time, yet she was still waiting for me with her eyes open. Touched, I hugged her tightly, passionately kissing her soft lips. We pressed close together, my chest against her firm breasts, my hands exploring her bare back, letting the warmth of my palms flow into her body.

"Happiness is a bird that can only fly; once you catch it, hold on tight! Godfather, I understand what you mean. No matter what Sheila's purpose was in coming to me, I know she loves me, and I love her too. No matter what, I won't let her fly away!"

"Daxiu, you're hurting me."

After kissing for a long time, until I was a little breathless, I pulled away. Seeing Sheila's slightly furrowed brows, I realized I had been hugging her too tightly.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."

"It doesn't hurt that much, look how upset you are!" Sheila lowered her head shyly, speaking softly. I loved seeing Sheila's expression like that, and I couldn't help but say, "Sheila, I love you, don't leave me!" "Silly girl, haven't I always been by your side?"

Sheila's body trembled slightly, and she hummed softly. Just then, my stomach growled at the most inopportune moment.

"Ah, I almost forgot!"

Only then did Sheila remember the casserole pot still simmering on the stove. She quickly turned around and reached for the pot. "Ouch!" In her haste, the distracted Sheila forgot that the outer shell of the casserole pot was already extremely hot to the touch, and her fingers were immediately burned, causing her to recoil as if electrocuted.

"Ouch!" Hearing Sheila's groan, my heart also sank. I rushed over, grabbed her slightly injured hand, and desperately cast the recovery spell without regard for the cost.

"It's just a little burn, it's not that serious!"

"How can it not be serious? Your hands are so beautiful, it would be terrible if they left a scar! It's all my fault, if I hadn't been so clumsy, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Is little Kristin still home? Call him over later, he's much better than me at using water-based healing magic..."

Sheila suddenly fell silent. I looked up and saw her staring blankly at me, her eyes sparkling and brimming with tears.

"What's wrong? You're moved to tears by this?"

I reached out my right hand and touched Sheila's delicate eyelids, but my mind drifted back to her somewhat erratic behavior a while ago.

"No, I'm just happy..."

"Happy?"

"No!"

Sheila closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her beautiful face frozen like jade for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, her face was full of smiles. Like the rising sun breaking through the clouds, at that moment, Sheila's body seemed to be draped in a layer of rosy light, and she suddenly became radiant.

"Thank you, Da Xiu!"

"Thank me?"

"Mmm!"

"Of course I should thank you. Now I know what I should do."

Suddenly, she kissed me on the cheek, preventing me from interfering. She grabbed a damp cloth from the side, held the edge of the casserole dish, and rushed into the living room.

The lingering scent of the kiss still lingered on my face. Although I was a little confused, I realized that the quiet and lovely Sheila from before was back.

"Is it good?" Sheila rested her chin on her hand, smiling at me. Her youthful beauty was tinged with a hint of maturity, and her smile contained concern and ambiguity. Having just received my affection last night, Sheila was now radiant and even more beautiful.

Although I didn't know what had happened, I was still very happy to see Sheila return to normal. Now, watching a beauty eat delicious food was a great pleasure.

"How could Sheila do anything to harm me? That bastard Lagus is just talking nonsense."

Sheila was still the Sheila from before, intelligent, virtuous, pure, and pitiful.

"Mmm, this is truly a delicacy!"

With all the worries weighing on my mind resolved, my mood improved, my appetite increased, and with a beautiful woman by my side, I was truly happy. I devoured the entire pot of fish soup in no time, leaving only fish bones on the table.

"Is there any more?"

I asked, rubbing my half-full stomach, gazing longingly at the empty pot.

"No..."

"No more? That's a pity, I'm only half full!"

Sheila winked playfully, her small nose tilting slightly upwards, a hint of smugness in her smile. "Delicious things are best cooked in small portions, so that when you're still craving more, there's nothing left!"

"It's okay, if there's nothing else, I have something else to eat!" As I spoke, my penis began to harden.

"What is it?"

"Hehe..."

The wicked glint in her eyes and the mischievous grin on her face clearly revealed my wicked thoughts.

"A beautiful woman is a feast for the eyes, but if I have no food, I'll have to eat people!" "Ugh, you're so mean, I'm ignoring you!"

She gently tapped my outstretched hand, then gave me a teasing look before clearing the table and swaying her slender body into the kitchen.

"Life is really good now, I hope nothing else goes wrong."

Franco. I had long forgotten about Lagus's words. Even if Lagus produced a hundred pieces of evidence, I wouldn't believe that Sheila was instructed to ambush me.

I took a grape from the fruit bowl on the table, peeled it, and put it in my mouth, slowly savoring it. After weathering the storms, this year's grapes were especially sweet.

The sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen. Sitting in the dining room, through the kitchen door, I saw Sheila bending over, her slender waist swaying slightly towards me. As she bent over, Rosa's tailored, form-fitting long dress perfectly accentuated Sheila's beautiful waistline.

Looking at her beautiful curves, a surge of heat rose within me. I picked another grape and swallowed it, clapped my hands, and tiptoed into the kitchen.

"Let me help you wash the dishes!"

I hugged Sheila from behind, pressing my upper body tightly against her back. My erect penis, through my pants, occasionally brushed against her full buttocks. My hands, meanwhile, were restless, grasping Sheila's breasts and gently kneading them through her clothes, savoring the sensation of her erect nipples in my palms. Her plump breasts, after years of care, were much fuller than in her youth, perfectly fitting in my large hands, their elasticity and firmness quite remarkable.

"What do you mean, 'help me wash the dishes'? You clearly just want to do 'that' again! You tormented me all night last night, wasn't that enough?"

Sheila pulled her right hand from the sink and slapped it hard against mine. I feigned a cry of pain, but secretly increased the pressure with my fingertips, gently twisting Sheila's sensitive testicles to the sides.

"Ah!" A jolt of pain shot through her breasts, and Sheila screamed, her body going limp. Luckily, I held her so she didn't collapse to the ground.

"You ate yesterday, aren't you hungry today? Don't forget, I only ate half a meal!"

I kissed Sheila's earlobe from behind, my tongue tracing down her earlobe and finally settling on her smooth back. My hands slipped under her arms and inside her clothes, directly kneading her firm breasts.

"Sheila, how dare you wear such revealing clothes?"

"Rosa made them. She specifically told me to wear them for you. Don't worry, I just changed into them. I'm only wearing them for you, okay?"

As I spoke, I increased the pressure of my kneading of her breasts, the renewed stimulation causing Sheila to spasm again.

"Silly girl, how could I be so petty? You're dressed so sexily, are you trying to…"

"No, you naughty guy, you always think about that… um… stop touching me, I can't take it." I kept teasing Sheila, but I was the one who couldn't hold back any longer. My hands roamed all over Sheila's body, my penis already painfully throbbing, pounding against Sheila's buttocks through my pants.

"Wait until I finish washing the dishes, don't be in such a hurry, um..."

"It's okay, you do yours, I'll do mine, we can do the dishes at the same time."

I couldn't resist any longer, so I lifted Sheila's long skirt from behind and pulled down her tight panties. Sheila's long skirt was really in the way, so as soon as I let go to undo my belt, the skirt fell down again. Sheila didn't resist the upcoming battle, but her face turned red, and she quickened her washing speed, hoping to finish before I started. When I took out my penis from my pants, lifted Sheila's skirt again, revealing her snow-white buttocks, and was preparing for a kitchen battle, Rosa's voice came from outside, ruining my good time.

"Sheila, has Daxiu come back? I think I heard his voice!"

"Rosa, hurry up and put your things away!"

Rosa's appearance embarrassed Sheila, but it also gave Sheila a chance to escape. She straightened up, gently pushed me away, glared at me, and her skirt, which had been raised, immediately fell down, completely covering her exposed lower body. Stopping at the last minute has never been my style, especially not with that slut Rosa. If I recklessly lifted her skirt again and thrust my penis inside her, Rosa would almost certainly come to my aid, helping me control Sheila for a threesome.

However, the moment I heard Rosa's voice, a better idea popped into my head. "Don't tell her I'm back, just play a joke on her!"

I whispered quickly in Sheila's ear, and before she could react, I moved in front of her, swiftly lifted her skirt, and crouched down, hiding beneath it.

Sheila's panties had just been pulled down to below her knees, and my body, hidden under the skirt, was right next to a tuft of hairy flesh—I knew without looking that it was Sheila's most beautiful spot.

"It smells so good!"

Hiding under Sheila's skirt, my nostrils filled with her alluring scent, and with my nose so close to her most beautiful spot, I immediately stretched out my tongue, parting her delicate labia and inserting it into her secret place. My teeth gently bit her exposed clitoris, and with a squeeze of my lips, I sucked hard. The

shameful teasing of her sensitive area made Sheila's body tremble, and she couldn't help but let out a long moan. Just at this crucial moment, Rosa appeared at the kitchen door.

"Sheila, what's wrong? I think I heard a strange noise."

"No, I was washing the dishes. What's wrong, Rosa?"

Hiding in such a shameful place and doing such a filthy thing immediately embarrassed Sheila. To avoid being discovered by Rosa, Sheila gritted her teeth and endured the tingling sensation in her lower body.

"It's nothing. This time, Da-soo stood up for Mrs. Ryan. You need to be careful. Mrs. Ryan is very beautiful, and Da-soo is so lecherous. This time, he's playing the hero and saving the beauty. Who knows what will happen next? You understand what I mean?"

"No, Da-soo is different from before. Although he's still as bad as before, he's much more responsible."

As she spoke, Sheila kicked me below in dissatisfaction. Hiding under Sheila's skirt, I not only didn't repent, but I also felt Rosa gradually approaching Sheila, which made me feel more and more excited. I quickly intensified my teasing of Sheila. Not only did I increase the force of my sucking, but my left index finger also moved mischievously to Sheila's anus. I gently rotated my fingertip several times, pried open her anus, and with a little force, inserted a knuckle.

"Ugh!"

The sudden and stronger stimulation made Sheila's body tremble again. Her tender vaginal flesh opened and closed, sucking on my invading tongue and secreting a lot of juice. Her legs, which were clamped around my head, weakly parted and closed again. The muscles in her anus also generated a powerful suction, and I took the opportunity to insert another knuckle of my index finger.

The intense stimulation almost made Sheila faint. Her breathing became very rapid, and her body leaned back weakly against the sink. Due to the intrusion of my fingers and tongue, she was completely paralyzed. Her body was only supported by my arm below to keep her from collapsing to the ground.

"Sheila, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Rosa noticed Sheila's abnormality and quickly came over to ask.

"No, um, I'm just a little tired..."

Sheila's voice was so low that it was like a mosquito's buzz. I couldn't see her from below, but I guessed that her face must be red to the roots of her neck.

"You still say you're not sick? Your face is so red. Are you sick?"

"It's nothing, Rosa. I'm just a little dizzy. Can you get me a glass of water?"

Rosa's untimely concern made her even more embarrassed, and her secret cave was overflowing with desire. Sheila still wanted to hold on, hoping to distract Rosa and escape this predicament. Unlike Rosa, who could immediately get into the mood after taking off her clothes, Sheila was a slow-burning girl in bed, but this perverse way of playing with her was a quick way to arouse her desire.

How could I let Sheila's plan succeed? My lips, tongue, and teeth sucked, stirred, and bit, attacking from all sides, swallowing the juices secreted from Sheila's body, while my fingers inserted into her anus stirred and massaged her carefully. Waves of pleasure surged, stimulating Sheila's snowy buttocks to sway and shake involuntarily.

"Sheila, why are you moving your waist so much? Huh!"

"No... Rosa, no, don't lift it!"

The unusual movement of her body finally caught Rosa's attention, and amidst Sheila's tearful pleas, the skirt covering my head was lifted. The scene of me giving Sheila oral sex with my head between her legs was thus clearly exposed to the light of day.

"Ah, Da-soo, what are you doing here... Oh! I see, so that's how it is!"

Rosa's eyes widened as she looked at me, then at Sheila, her face filled with intense jealousy. Meanwhile, I, crouching under Sheila's skirt, deliberately made sucking noises after my misdeeds were exposed.

Although we're family, being caught in the act in the kitchen, her shameful behavior revealed, Sheila was so ashamed that she threw down the dishcloth, covered her face with her hands, and dared not look at Rosa. If there were a hole in the ground, she would have crawled into it immediately.

"Ugh, so embarrassing!"

Her voice was almost crying. In this situation, how could I bear to let my darling be hurt? I quickly tried to find a way for Sheila to save face.

"The weather is nice today, the spring sunshine is bright! Rosa, come and play, okay?"

"What? Okay, okay, Da-soo, I love playing games the most, what are we playing today?"

Having worked with me for years and with perfect teamwork, Rosa immediately understood my meaning and clapped her hands in approval. At my signal, she opened her arms and tightly embraced Sheila's upper body.

"You two adulterers, you're going to bully me again!"

Realizing what was happening, Sheila struggled to escape, but there was no way she could get away! With Rosa's help, I turned Sheila's body sideways, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and Rosa, holding her body, dragged her into the living room.

"Daxiu, where are we going to play games?"

"The nearest one, of course, the living room."

Rosa and I placed Sheila on the dining table that we had just cleared, ready to start our battle there. After laying her flat on the table, Rosa and I worked together to disarm Sheila. Sheila resisted half-heartedly, but she was no match for Rosa and me; in no time, we stripped her bare.

"No...no, please! Zhizhi's sister is here too, please..."

Making love in a place like this is just too public. Seeing Sheila's embarrassed and anxious expression, her eyes brimming with tears, I couldn't bear it. So I wrapped the naked Sheila in the skirt I had taken off, and was about to move the battlefield again when Rosa pouted unhappily.

"Honestly, Daxiu is so biased. When you're with me, you're always so eager, doing it anytime, anywhere, barging in and forcing yourself on me, so biased!"

Looking at the eye roll Rosa gave me, I chuckled.

"Don't be jealous, different people should be treated differently! You can't be jealous about this? Okay, if you're willing, from now on I'll treat you like I treat Sheila, saying sweet nothings for half an hour before making love, touching you for half an hour, teasing you for half an hour, and then doing it, how about that?"

"You pervert!"

Rosa glared at me angrily, but her brows were full of tenderness and affection. Rosa wasn't a petty girl to begin with; her jealousy earlier was just a joke.

At my signal, Rosa opened the door to a guest room downstairs, which had a single bed. She used to stay here when I forced Ms. Rentil to stay overnight. This time, she left with Dora and Mei'er, and they haven't been heard from for over two months.

"Rosa, bring in that plate of grapes outside. We're going to play a 'beauty fruit feast' game today!"

"What are you two up to now?"

Sheila, pinned to the bed, grumbled in dissatisfaction, but I immediately silenced her with a kiss. I usually indulged her in everything, but there was one thing I wouldn't allow: playing a threesome with Rosa.

I lifted Sheila's delicate, jade-like legs high towards her chest, pressing them back. This action caused her vulva to protrude, her labia pulled apart, widening the opening. In this way, not only could Rosa and I clearly see the entire entrance to the Peach Blossom Cave and the chrysanthemum bud in the back garden, but even Sheila herself could see it clearly.

Arranged in such a shameful position by the two of us, Sheila blushed deeply, but our burning gazes and wicked stares only made her feel more ashamed. What embarrassed Sheila the most was that my earlier actions under her skirt had already caused her lower body to secrete a large amount of nectar due to pleasure, so much that it overflowed, making her pubic hair look like morning dewdrops.

"Sheila, do you know what a 'beauty fruit feast' is all about?"

Rosa, that slut, took three grapes and fed them to both of us. The last grape, however, was gently rolled on Sheila's wet pubic hair, and soon the entire grape was covered in her nectar.

"Da Xiu, is it good?"

"Yes!"

"Sheila, what about you?"

Sheila turned her head away, grabbed the pillowcase from the headboard, and covered her face.

"Sheila, actually, grapes taste even better after special processing."

Rosa winked at me, and we both let out a silent, wicked laugh. I pretended to be stupid and said, "Oh, how?"

"No! You're going to play another perverted game!"

Sheila, who had already suffered enough at Rosa's hands in bed, struggled desperately when she saw Rosa trying something new again. I grabbed Sheila's ankles, forcefully spread them apart, and pressed them against my shoulders, firmly holding her two jade-like legs in place. To prevent Sheila's screams from alerting others, I sealed Sheila's lips with my own again.

Rosa, with an evil grin on her face and a fierce glint in her eyes, parted Sheila's nectar-covered lips with one hand and stuffed the grape into her flower lips with the other.

"Don't worry, Sheila, I'm just adding a little seasoning to the grapes!"

"Mmm..." With her lips sealed, Sheila could only stammer out a protest.

One, two, three... Truly, the most wicked heart is a woman's. That slut Rosa stuffed five grapes in before stopping, causing Sheila's vulva to not only flow with lustful fluid but also ooze emerald green juice.

"Truly a delicacy!"

"Take them out quickly, you're going too far!"

I stood up, grabbed Sheila's ankles, and spread her legs as wide as possible. I brought my mouth to Sheila's fleshy lips and sucked hard, sucking out a grape mixed with lustful juice. After chewing a few times and spitting out the seed, I casually gave Rosa, who knew my heart well, a hot kiss as a reward.

"I want some too!" Watching me chew and swallow exaggeratedly, Rosa swallowed and came over, imitating me by sucking a grape into her mouth.

"It's really great!"

"Of course! Now you understand what 'vibrant and sensual' means, right?"

Rosa and I exchanged a knowing smile. In many ways, this slut and I were indeed a match made in heaven.

We took turns sucking out the five grapes that had been shoved into Sheila's lower body. While sucking her labia, we deliberately made smacking sounds, making Sheila even more ashamed. Rosa, that greedy slut, even sucked one more, mischievously holding it in Sheila's mouth, half-forcing her to eat the grape smeared with her own juices.

"You two, really..."

Unable to resist, Sheila could only cover her face with her hands, her ears burning red with shame. This wasn't the first time Rosa and I had played with her like this. Knowing her true nature, I knew Sheila actually had a slight masochistic tendency; deep down, she didn't resist it, but rather found a kind of masochistic pleasure in it.

"So juicy!"

Rosa gently teased Sheila's secret spot with her fingertips, and mischievously blew hot air onto Sheila's open thighs, further stimulating her body to tremble. I held Sheila in my arms and gave her a long kiss, my hands moving over her upper body.

"Rosa, there are still two grapes here!"

I squeezed Sheila's breasts tightly, her two pink nipples already swollen and erect from extreme excitement, looking just like two ripe grapes. Rosa and I, one on each breast, sucked hard on the bright red nipples.

"It tastes even better with some juice on it!"

While kneading and playing with Sheila's breasts, we would occasionally smear crushed grapes on them and then lick them clean with our tongues. Our other hand wasn't idle either. One after the other, Rosa and I inserted our index fingers into Sheila's petals and buds, rotating them like stirring rods.

"No...don't do this."

Sheila struggled weakly, moaning softly. The sounds of our thrusting and digging, the wet, squelching sounds, rhythmically matched my movements. Her body writhed and arched unconsciously, like a woman long deprived of love.

"Come on, take it in your mouth!"

Seeing Sheila's lust reaching such a state, I was also incredibly excited. I quickly stripped off my clothes, stood by the bed, and pulled out my already erect penis, presenting it to Sheila. Sheila,

already dazed from the stimulation, opened her mouth and took my penis in, her lips gently gripping the glans, making soft sucking sounds. Her oral skills weren't as refined as Miranda's, but Sheila loved me. Even in her delirium, she carefully sucked on my penis, her teeth gently biting, afraid of hurting me.

As she sucked, she moved her head forward to allow my penis to penetrate deeper. My glans was constantly being teased by her warm, smooth tongue, making my legs tremble with excitement. My hands kneaded Sheila's breasts, while Rosa, that slut, inserted her index and middle fingers into Sheila's vagina and anus, respectively, to thrust in and out, keeping Sheila in a state of blissful pleasure. I didn't let this slut off easy either, my right toes probing and digging into Rosa's labia, making her gasp and moan. The honey-like fluid flowing from her vagina soaked my toes.

I held Sheila's head down, using her luscious mouth as my wet mouth. I had long planned to ejaculate into Sheila's mouth for the first time today, thrusting my swollen lower body against Sheila's smooth tongue, lips, and throat. Overwhelmed by a surge of intense pleasure, I roared, my penis pressing deep into Sheila's throat, ejaculating a torrent of semen.

The first spurt was thick and rapid, choking Sheila and causing her to cough uncontrollably. A considerable amount of the dragon warrior's signature golden semen spilled from the corners of her mouth with each cough. Seeing the golden fluid flowing from Sheila's lips, Rosa immediately leaned in and kissed her delicate, petal-like lips, sucking and swallowing mouthfuls of the semen mixed with Sheila's saliva. "Ah...no...I can't take it..."

Sheila tried to push Rosa away, but she was completely powerless, forced to let this lewd woman steal her kisses.

"This slut!"

Rosa's actions only fueled my excitement. I shoved Rosa onto Sheila, burying them face-to-face in an embrace. The two women's limbs were intertwined, their two pairs of honey-drenched vulvas overlapping like squid, their open lips oozing sweet, lustful juices, just waiting for me to pluck them.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"

I slapped Rosa's high, snowy buttocks twice hard, and just as she cried out in pain, I thrust my penis in forcefully.

"Ah! You've put it in the wrong hole!" I thought I would hit her hole, but who knew that my first person to fuck was Sheila, which immediately made Rosa groan in dissatisfaction.

"Wrong hole? No way!" I panted as I frantically shook my hips, making Sheila, like a fish out of oxygen, open her mouth, furrow her brows, and moan uncontrollably.

"You should be fucking me!"

"Don't rush, let me feed Sheila first, then I'll feed you!"

"You're biased!"

"Who told you to be so playful! Don't rush, I'll fuck you until you die!"

Rosa, aroused beyond measure, could only rub her body against Sheila, hoping to quell the burning desire within her. Her proud breasts pressed against Sheila's perfectly shaped chest, and the electric pleasure from the friction between her four breasts sent Sheila, who was already in a trance, even deeper.

After thrusting dozens of times, I suddenly pulled out my wet penis, an action that once again elicited moans from both women.

"Daxiu, hurry, hurry, don't stop, I'm going to die!"

At this moment, Sheila had already become as wanton as Rosa. My sudden withdrawal caused her to moan in dissatisfaction, while Rosa, the slut, also cried out in hunger.

"Husband, come quick, I'm so itchy!"

"Ah!"

A long scream escaped as the penis, which had been inserted, was once again thrust into Sheila's anus.

"Daxiu, you're so naughty, going to that place again, um..."

"Sheila, your backside is even better than your front, woo!"

Sheila didn't like anal sex; she said it was perverted. Having lived together for so long, I'd only done it a few times, and each time I had to coax and trick her, putting in a lot of effort and even half-forcing her. Actually, Sheila's anus was even better than her tight, juicy front. After the penis was inserted, the tender flesh on the surface spontaneously and powerfully contracted and rotated, gripping me with immense pleasure.

Sheila's body, after such a blissful experience, was in a state of extreme ecstasy, her mind already clouded. The area of the bedsheet below her body was soaked with the constantly flowing vaginal fluid. The penetration of the thick penis into her anus didn't cause her much pain; she instinctively spread her thighs high, trying her best to accommodate my invasion of her anus. Rosa, who was on top of her, also moved her body, rubbing her pubic hair against Sheila's pubic hair to masturbate and reduce the rising, unreleased lust within her.

"Daxiu, I want it too, hurry, hurry!"

Seeing Rosa's burning desire and impatient appearance, I deliberately ignored her for a while, until this slut was almost crying and begging me, before reluctantly pulling my penis out of Sheila's body.

"Let you taste one of the ten cruelest tortures of the Xiunaida family—whipping!"

"Ah!"

When my penis entered Rosa's anus, this slut exaggeratedly let out a cat-like moan while trying to arch her back, her body curving like a cat, her snowy buttocks raised high, welcoming my whip to lash her viciously.

"Human whipping is intense, isn't it!"

"Ugh, my bones are melting, go deeper!"

"Don't rush, I'll feed all six mouths on your body today!"

"Honey, I have a question. What are the other nine tortures you mentioned?"

"Ah, this... I... I can't remember right now. I only remember one of them, something like Invincible Wind and Fire Wheels."

Actually, there are no ten tortures; I just made them up.

"Husband, you're so useless! You can't even remember this!"

"Damn it, you slut, you dare say I'm useless? Useless? Take this, invincible whirlwind!"

I stood by the bed, wielding my human whip, riding the two women at will, breast sex, anal sex, oral sex, throat sex, hand sex, using every trick in the book. I don't know how many battles we had. In the end, even Xuezhi, who had just woken up from her afternoon nap and got up to go to the bathroom, couldn't escape this ordeal. I dragged her into the room and half-forced her into another four-way battle.

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