[The Devil's Law Fanfiction] (XI) Undercurrents (Part 1)

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Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Published on the forum on 2016/6/27
Foreword
(Omitted)
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Main Characters Introduction
Dewey: The Dewey from the original work, but due to a different soul, he was given the homophonic name Dewey to distinguish him.
He is the protagonist of this series, and believes in his destiny as the protagonist, so he does bad things at will. He has studied
the pharmacology of this world. He obtained the Dragon Heart through a deal with the demon's servant Chris, gaining powerful physical strength. After
returning from the Frozen Forest, he returned to the capital and began to get involved in some troublesome matters.
Qianlixue: A mysterious female magician of unknown origin, skilled in illusion magic.
Countess: Count Raymond's wife, Dewey's mother, a kind and gentle woman, who
was unknowingly controlled by a strange drug.
Chen: The youngest son of Emperor Augustine VI, kind and intelligent, good at enduring hardship, wielding
the power of the court magicians, and having a close relationship with magicians. He has one son and one daughter.
Yagodog: President of the Mage's Guild, a Saint-level expert.
Earl Raymond: Dewey's father, patriarch of the Rolin family, a key figure in the Imperial military, and a member of Prince
Arvin's faction.
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"Ah! So you are the youngest magic scholar in the Mage's Guild, the one recently rumored to be Dewey Rolin
. Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen, Chen Augustine is my full name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dewey
Rolin."
This young man named Chen smiled and walked up to Dewey. His sapphire-like eyes radiated
an irresistible friendliness, his posture elegant, and every movement perfectly executed.
"It's an honor to meet you, Prince Chen... Your Highness."
Dewey curtsied slightly, a standard noble greeting. This Prince Chen was
the youngest son of the current Emperor Augustine VI. Although it seemed that he had originally met Prince Chen for the first time in this very place, the timing
had been moved forward considerably. He should have met the ninth-level mad archmage, Old Aili, first, but now
it seemed he had once again entered a strange fork in the road. However, what concerned him more was
the woman beside him—he didn't know whether to call her Joanna or Messiah—he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen in the capital.
"No need for such formalities, Lord Dewey. Don't forget, you are a magic scholar. Magicians don't need to
bow to nobles, even royalty. Speaking of which, Lord Dewey, I've been curious about you for a long time. Originally,
I only heard that Gabriel from the Rolin family was a genius, but recently your name has
been frequently mentioned in my ears. Meeting you today is my honor. I didn't expect you to be an old acquaintance of Miss Joanna;
that's even more surprising."
The strikingly handsome prince smiled kindly, reached out to help Dewey, and turned to look at "Joanna,"
seemingly curious about their relationship.
"You're too kind, Your Highness. I only met this Miss 'Joanna' once before
; we don't have any deep connection,"
Dewey said expressionlessly, shifting his gaze from the silver-haired woman without
showing the same joy of reunion as she did.
"Yes, that's right. I don't have any deep
connection with this magician named 'Dewey,' but we've met by chance."
"Joanna" didn't seem to mind Dewey's cold attitude; her smile widened, her radiant and charming smile
like a gently melting glacier, a clear stream flowing through her. Not only did it leave Dewey feeling a sense of awe, but even
Chen and the mage Clark were momentarily stunned.
"Fate, I really like that word. My meeting with Lord Dewey here today must be a
rare and precious connection. Unfortunately, I have some urgent business to attend to, otherwise I would certainly like to entertain Lord Dewey properly right away. Please forgive my intrusion, but may I have the honor of inviting Lord Dewey 　　to dinner
after the 'Martial Arts Tournament' tomorrow ?" 　　Prince Chen's smile remained gentle. In truth, such a direct invitation between nobles was indeed 　　somewhat presumptuous. In noble circles, even an invitation to afternoon tea, let alone dinner, would 　　require at least a day's advance notice. However, Prince Chen's manners were impeccable; even his apology was refreshing 　　. 　　"It would be my honor, Your Highness Prince Chen. But what is the 'Martial Arts Tournament'?" 　　Dewey smiled as well; he had no intention of refusing Prince Chen's invitation. Family stance? 　　What did that have to do with him? What did that so-called family have that he could care about? However, Dewey 　　was somewhat curious about another matter mentioned by Prince Chen. 　　"Ah, you didn't know? Lord Dewey. To revive the Empire's martial spirit and promote the Roland martial spirit, 　　on the advice of Miss Joanna and President Delon of the Knights Association, and with my introduction, His Majesty the Emperor decreed the holding of 　　the first 'World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament,' hosted by the Knights Association, summoning martial artists from across the continent 　　to participate. The winner will be awarded the title of 'Number One Warrior of the Continent' by His Majesty the Emperor and will serve as 　　the captain of the 'Roland's Sword Knights.' The top fifty contestants will all be selected for the 'Roland's Sword Knights'..." "The tournament, which 　　has been underway for several days, is now in its final day. Tomorrow will be the last day of the finals, and a new 　　'Knights of Roland' will be born, upholding the spirit of chivalry, loyalty to the monarch and patriotism, and punishing evil, just like 　　the 'Knights of Saint Roland' under His Majesty Aragon. They will become a mainstay of the Empire and a standard of chivalry. This is 　　a grand event that the Empire hasn't seen in decades. If Your Excellency Dewey is interested, you are welcome to come and watch the matches tomorrow. I 　　will certainly reserve a good seat for you." 　　"That is indeed a momentous event. I recently went to the Frozen Forest and then hurriedly followed..."

" The mage Clark rushed back to the capital and hadn't heard anyone mention this matter. It seems quite interesting;
I must go and see it if I have the time."
Dewey spoke calmly, but his heart was churning with turmoil. The martial arts tournament and the Knights of Roland's Sword—weren't these
events supposed to happen much later? "Joanna's" suggestion? What exactly does this woman want to do?
"In that case, I'll take my leave. I have an appointment with President Delon of the 'Knights' Association.' I look forward to
your arrival tomorrow, Lord Dewey."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Dewey and Clark, Chen politely took his leave. The silver-haired woman
followed unhurriedly. As she passed Dewey, she first gave him a deep look, then turned her gaze to
a spot in mid-air, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Although he had experienced the unexpected encounter with Prince Chen, Dewey's purpose for this trip was still to meet with the Mage Guild Chairman
, Yagodog. As Clark entered the gate at the foot of the tower, similar to the teleportation array outside, he
turned a few crystal discs on the wall and immediately arrived at the top floor of the tower.
Pushing open a thick, ancient door filled with the scent of oak, he entered Chairman Yagodog's room
. It appeared much larger than it looked from the outside, easily over a hundred square meters, not even including
the laboratory behind the circular door inside.
"Clark, have you brought our new magic scholar?"
"Yes, Chairman, I have brought Lord Dewey."
The circular door slowly opened, and an aged yet authoritative voice rang out. Upon hearing this, Clark quickly composed himself
and stood respectfully with his hands at his sides. Yagodog, Chairman of the Magicians' Guild and the highest leader of magicians on the entire Roland continent,
slowly emerged from behind the door. He smiled kindly, with black hair and black eyes,
looking less like a Rolander and more like someone from Dewey's previous world.
"Sit down, don't be so formal. I just have a few questions for you, Lord Dewey."
After dismissing Clark, Yagodog casually pointed to a few strange stools in the room. He gestured for Dewey to sit
down. Dewey wasn't wearing his expensive golden silk robes as the president of the Mage's Guild; instead, he was casually dressed in a white
robe, stained as if by smoke.
"Please ask whatever you wish, Your Excellency. However, I believe I have already informed Mage Clark of the specifics."
"First of all, I am not Clark. You don't need to repeat what you told him. I only hope that
Lord Dewey will answer truthfully, understand?"
Dewey seemed a little nervous as he sat up straight. Yagodog looked at him, a strange glint in his eyes
—not an imposing gaze, but one that seemed to see right through Dewey.
"My first question is, I need to know... Master Gandalf...is he really gone?"
"Yes."
"If that's true, with his Primal Stone shattered, it seems Master Gandalf is truly no more. I had
been clinging to a sliver of hope. So, can you tell me how Master Gandalf died?"
Yagodog sighed, his face filled with regret. The loss of the greatest master in the magical world
was undoubtedly a huge loss for the Mage's Guild, but he maintained a calm smile and continued
to inquire.
"This..."
"Is there a problem?"
"My teacher warned me that if I revealed it, it might cause a lot of trouble."
"It's alright, just speak. I think even if there's trouble, the Mage's Guild will definitely be on your
side."
Dewey looked troubled, as if he had something difficult to say. Yagodog smiled slightly,
looking calmly into his eyes. His voice wasn't loud or forceful, but
the absolute confidence emanating from the Mage's Guild president was incredibly reassuring and convincing.
"Alright, I believe you, Chairman Yagodog. Actually, I wasn't lying, just not in enough detail
."
Dewey hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have finally made up his mind, speaking somewhat hesitantly. Yagodog didn't
interrupt him, but simply watched him, gesturing for him to continue.
"My teacher did indeed die from severe injuries and exhaustion after fighting an evil paladin, because before that, he
encountered a group of extremely powerful high-level magical beasts and almost exhausted all his magic power."
"High-level magical beasts, so that's the key point? What kind of high-level magical beasts could
force Master Gandoff to such a state?"
Dewey paused, a hint of fear showing on his face. Yagodog astutely grasped
the crux of his words: there was a deeper
reason for Gandoff's demise than the temple traitor.
"It was a dragon, a living dragon, living on the sacred mountain, covering the sky and the earth."
Dewey's voice trembled slightly, his hands clenched tightly together, as if he still
felt lingering fear from the scene, even the memory was terrifying.
"A dragon? You're saying that Master Gandoff led you across the Forgotten Plains
to fight the legendary dragons who guard the sacred mountain? What did he want to do?"
Yagodog's smile vanished, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before. This
powerful magical beast, almost extinct on the continent of Roland, inspired a sense of awe even at the mere mention of its name. Even Yagodog
himself only knew of its existence from some ancient texts.
"Master Gandalf risked everything to cross the Forgotten Plains and ascend Mount Aragon to obtain His Majesty Aragorn's relics.
But he didn't expect hundreds of dragons to guard the mountain. Even with Master's strength, he couldn't contend with
so many dragons simultaneously, and their leader was a golden dragon!"
Dewey gestured wildly, appearing extremely excited. However, it
wasn't surprising that a young man not even twenty years old would react this way to such a breathtaking scene that most people might never witness in their entire lives.
"Why would Master Gandalf go to such a dangerous place at this time to obtain His Majesty Aragorn's relics?
What exactly did His Majesty Aragorn leave behind there?"
Not only were there dragons, but it also involved the former founding emperor of the Roland Empire, the "Strongest Man Under the Stars," Aragorn.
Gon, Yagodov could no longer remain calm. He knew the inside story was
far more terrifying and profound than he had imagined. He truly didn't know what relics His Majesty Aragorn had left on Mount Olympus that would make Gandoff
risk fighting dragons to retrieve them.
"What relics... I don't know either. Because before my master even entered Mount Olympus, he fought a great battle with a group of dragons
. In the end, outnumbered, he had to return the way he came. That's when he encountered that paladin at the edge of the Frozen Forest.
The rest is as I told you before."
Dewey shrugged, looking helpless, as if he had already revealed almost everything he knew
.
"Did Master Gandoff have any last words? Why did he take you as his disciple? And why did he specifically take you with him
to Mount Olympus to search for His Majesty Aragorn's relics?"
Yagodov thought carefully for a while, seemingly finding no contradictions, then posed a few more
questions, and looked at Dewey, carefully observing the subtle changes in his expression and movements.
"My teacher formally accepted me as his disciple at the very end, leaving me his entire inheritance and instructing me to take good care of
Senior Sister Vivian. As for why, even I find the reason somewhat hard to believe myself."
Dewey scratched his head, awkwardly adjusting his posture, seemingly embarrassed and hesitant.
"Are you suggesting that Master Gandoff thinks you're a once-in-a-millennium genius? That's why you find this reason
so far-fetched and difficult to say? It's alright. Master Gandoff's perspective is different from ordinary people. Perhaps you really are a
genius not understood by the world."
Remembering Dewey's former nickname "Idiot" in the capital, Yagodog suddenly had a flash of
inspiration and came up with this seemingly reasonable reason. A comforting smile unconsciously appeared on his face
as he patted Dewey's shoulder affectionately.
"That's not it, Your Excellency. I know my own abilities. But my teacher... he
actually said I am...
" "What?"
"He said I am the reincarnation of King Aragorn, and that I need to obtain the things on Mount Olympus to regain my former
power to deal with the great catastrophe that will soon come."
"The reincarnation of King Aragorn? The great catastrophe? Master Gandalf really said that?"
Yagodog suddenly stood up from the stool he was sitting on, grabbed Dewey's shoulders and shook him violently, his
shock no longer concealed.
"Yes, that's what my teacher said. I know it's unbelievable, even I..."
"Is that really true? Is that really true? How much does Gandalf know?"
Yagodog seemed to have thought of something, becoming extremely agitated. He released Dewey and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back
, muttering to himself incoherently.
"Lord Dewey, I believe you wouldn't deliberately fabricate such a far-fetched lie to deceive me.
Master Gandoff's matter is of great significance and will have many uncontrollable consequences. I hope you won't leak
the contents of our conversation today; it won't benefit you or the guild. Is that alright, Lord Dewey?"
"Oh, I promise you, Chairman."
After a long while, Yagodog calmed down and returned to his usual amiable demeanor. Dewey seemed
frightened by him and stammered in response.
"Very well, it must have been tiring for you to travel so far to meet this old man, Lord Dewey. I
need to consult some texts, and I will see you again in a while. By the way, after the summer festival
, I will personally preside over your magic level assessment with several masters from the guild. You need to understand one
thing now: regardless of whether you are the reincarnation of His Majesty Aragorn or what important mission you bear,
since you have become Master Gandalf's disciple, your life is destined to be connected with magic. You are destined to be
a member of the Mage's Guild, a mage who stands above all beings, detached from worldly affairs. Here, you are not
the young master of the Rolin family, nor are you any nobleman. From now on, your identity is that of a mage of the guild. Do you understand, Lord
Dewey?"
"Yes, yes, Your Excellency, I will follow your arrangements and will certainly not tarnish my teacher's reputation."
Yagodog was satisfied with Dewey's attitude and personally prepared a refreshing
drink made with "Eldin Grass" to help him relax.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing, about my teacher."
After chatting with Yagodog for a while, just before leaving, Dewey suddenly seemed to remember something important
and turned back.
...
Dewey's carriage arrived at the aristocratic district of the capital south of the imperial city, turned onto a slightly quieter
alley, and finally stopped at the Earl's mansion of the Rowling family. As the carriage stopped, Dewey stepped down and silently looked
at the Rowling family crest on the gate. Nearly a year later, he had returned to the place where he was "born
. "
Vivian, Rolin, and Nicole did not accompany him. As Gandoff's disciple, Vivian was generously
gifted a vacant property under the Mage's Guild in the capital, ensuring that
the disciple of the greatest mage in history had a place to stay in the capital. Rolin and Nicole, at Dewey's suggestion, also accompanied
Vivian. Dewey, however, returned to the Earl's mansion alone by carriage.
The Rolin family, a distinguished military family in the empire, had many members holding various
positions in key departments, forming the Rolin family group centered around Count Raymond. The Earl's mansion was not particularly luxurious, like many military families in the empire. Military families often did not emphasize 　　a lavish appearance
like other prominent families , appearing extremely low-key in comparison. 　　Guards and servants were already waiting at the Earl's mansion, and Old Mad had been waiting for some time, directing servants 　　to lead horses and carry things. Dewey entered through the gate and was greeted by a tall man, none other than 　　Alpha, Earl Raymond's trusted confidant and head guard. 　　Alpha was tall, broad-shouldered, and ramrod straight, like a sword yet to be drawn. He was...

A highly skilled warrior, who had served Earl Raymond in his campaigns across the East and West, including expeditions to the South Seas, accumulating numerous merits.
He was also a renowned handsome man in the capital, said to have captivated many noblewomen in his youth. However, even in middle age, he
remained unmarried and childless, still single. When Dewey was young, Earl Raymond had this captain of the guard personally teach
him martial arts, but later, feeling Dewey lacked talent, he abandoned the idea.
"Young Master, you're back. You must be tired from your journey. The Earl is waiting for you in his study. Please
go see him immediately upon arrival."
The captain of the guard quickly approached Dewey, kneeling on one knee in a standard family retainer's salute. Behind him,
a dozen or so elite guards from Alpha also knelt on one knee.
"Uncle Alpha, it's been a year, and you look even more energetic. Your martial arts skills must have improved. I wonder if
you had a chance to show off your skills at the 'Martial Arts Tournament' this time?"
Dewey, with his hands behind his back, rapidly twirled a jade-green flute between his fingers. He didn't immediately
tell Alpha to get up, but instead began to stroll slowly, seemingly casually, asking from his superior position.
"How could Alpha's meager martial arts skills dare to embarrass himself at the 'Martial Arts Tournament,' which gathers the world's best? Young Master
, you should go to your study. The Earl must be missing you dearly after a year."
Alpha smiled faintly, saying nothing more. Without Dewey's prompting, he remained
kneeling on one knee, maintaining his proper bowing posture. The elite family guards behind him seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but seeing Alpha's
unwavering demeanor, they could only suppress their resentment and continue bowing to this "idiot"
young master who had been demoted to his hometown.
"I see. You missed me so much that you even forgot to send someone to greet you at the city gate? How
touching."
Dewey rubbed his eyes, as if to wipe away tears, and casually waved his hand, rousing
the head guard and his elite guards who had been lying on the ground for a while. Then, led by Alpha, he headed towards the inner quarters of the Earl's mansion
.
Passing through a corridor, turning a corner, and walking through the garden, Dewey saw some of the maids
busily picking bouquets. Bundles of fresh flowers, arranged in vibrant colors, were laid out to one side,
prepared for the "Summer Festival," a very important traditional festival in the Roland Empire. As the date approached,
the servants coming and going all wore expressions of festive joy, and upon seeing the young master who had been away from home for a year, following Alpha
, they all quickly bowed in greeting.
Reaching the study door, Alpha stopped, gestured for Dewey to enter alone, then gave
him a deep look, a strange glint in his eyes, before turning and leaving expressionlessly.
Dewey pushed open the door and entered the study, where he saw Earl Raymond, the current patriarch of the Rollins family, sitting behind his desk,
a quill pen in his hand, his imposing face shrouded in coldness, his brow furrowed as he carefully examined a
document whose contents he couldn't decipher.
Dewey quietly walked over and stood before the desk, remaining silent, hands at his sides,
appearing utterly obedient. The Earl's study was much smaller than the one in the Rollins ancestral home. It contained only two bookshelves
holding essential documents, and a large desk piled high with military command documents.
"Hmm, you're back."
It took a long time for Earl Raymond to seem to snap out of his reverie. He scribbled a few lines on the document, put down the quill
pen, and calmly glanced at Dewey. His gaze was calm, neither pleased nor angry, seemingly
unmoved by Dewey's return.
Dewey didn't respond, only looking at his "father" with a faint, harmless smile, as if
speechless with excitement and joy. Count Raymond slowly rose from his chair, wearing a pure white
cotton robe, a habit he had developed in the army—simple and comfortable. This meritorious general of the empire, unlike
other nobles who favored elaborate attire, preferred this clean and simple clothing. He slowly walked around the table to
Dewey, looking down at him.
"You've grown up a bit,"
Count Raymond suddenly sighed softly, his authoritative voice softening, as if he had completely shed
his identities as general and clan chief, becoming a pure father. Dewey still didn't speak, a hint of
innocent bewilderment on his face, like a disfavored son suddenly receiving unexpected attention, appearing somewhat confused
.
"You must still hate me deep down, for sending you alone to the Rolin Plains. You... never mind, sit
down. From today onwards, you're back in the capital. Your every move represents the Rolin family. Everything that's going to happen from now on
is inevitable. Now I just want to have a serious talk with you."
Looking at the seemingly bewildered smile on his son's face, Earl Raymond's eyes flashed with a shadow of gloom. He sighed
, gently patted Dewey's shoulder twice, returned to his desk, sat down, and took out an exquisite crystal wine bottle from the cabinet under the desk
, gently unscrewing the cap.
"Ever since I sent you to the Lorin Plains, I've received reports on everything you've done there.
All those amazing things you've created—that football lottery, that hot air
balloon that flies without magic, and that 'Dawn Goddess's Forgiveness' firework you sent for your mother's birthday
. Very good. You made a fortune without spending a single gold coin at home. Oh, let me see, 140,000 gold coins,
I never imagined my son, whom I called 'Idiot,' would be such a business genius."
"......"
"You still don't want to say anything? My good son, I must say, I really misjudged you. You are very
intelligent, even I think your intelligence is rare in the family history. Even I, at your age,
definitely didn't have this ability. But why? Why did you deliberately let people think you were an 'idiot' before,
and it seemed you were quite happy to see that? I really just want to ask you, why?"
Two crystal wine glasses, as exquisite as the wine bottle, were filled with deep red liquid. Dewey and Earl Raymond each held
a glass. The study was somewhat heavy. After tasting the wine for a while, Earl Raymond finally began to express
the doubts that had been lingering in his heart for a long time. He frowned and stared deeply at Dewey, his tone firm, waiting for his answer.

"Isn't it good to be an 'idiot'?"
"What did you say?!"
After a long while, until he had finished all the wine in his glass, Dewey finally spoke slowly. 　　Count Raymond
's eyes changed, his expression becoming resolute and cold.
"I said, what's wrong with being an 'idiot'? In the end, as long as a person lives happily, isn't that enough
? I'm an easily satisfied person, and I don't care what others think of me. When you sent me to the Plains of Rolin,
I didn't hate you at all. On the contrary, I was very grateful that you sent me to such a
place where I could enjoy life and do whatever I liked. Those were truly happy times."
Dewey yawned lazily, seemingly very tired, and half-reclined in his chair, his face full
of indifference, showing no trace of his honest son.
"You don't mind being an 'idiot'? So that's what you think. You truly are my good son.
Did you never care about the position of family patriarch from the beginning? Pretending to be stupid, did you already plan for me
to send you to the Plains of Rolin?"
Earl Raymond slammed his wine glass on the desk, a smile playing on his lips rather than anger. He was finally beginning to understand
the thoughts of this son who had never been particularly fond of him or whom he favored, but the reason was
vastly different from what he had expected—simple, even somewhat chilling, if considered in the context of Dewey's age at the time.
"Don't you still have Gabriel? My good brother is smart and ambitious. If he follows your guidance step by step, he
will definitely become a qualified heir to the family. I won't compete with him for anything. Isn't that good? A
capable son and a good-for-nothing son living together harmoniously—isn't
that the dream of many families? What exactly are you dissatisfied with, Earl Raymond?"
Dewey said nonchalantly, completely unaffected by Earl Raymond's intimidating presence. His confident and fearless
demeanor, with his legs crossed, was a stark contrast to the quiet, honest, and reclusive young master that everyone in the Earl's mansion remembered him for.
"I initially thought you had some hidden reason for your forbearance, but I never imagined you'd been shirking
your family responsibilities from the very beginning, Dewey, my son. I must say, while you are a genius, I am truly
disappointed in you. Your thoughts chill me to the bone. I would rather have a genuinely mentally challenged son than a coward who only
cares about pleasure, completely unwilling to shoulder family responsibilities or fight for the family's honor."
Count Raymond stood up, his tall frame like an unbreakable iron wall. His face was ashen,
his cold eyes sharp as swords. He tapped his knuckles on the table, speaking each word in a chilling voice, as if facing
a stranger, not his own son.
"My life doesn't need you to arrange it for me. Enough of this nonsense. If there's nothing important, I
'm going to see my dear mother now. Gabriel will certainly inherit your title well. Don't
act like you still care about me, Earl."
Dewey stood up unsteadily as if drunk,
waved at Earl Raymond as if shooing away an annoying fly, and walked towards the door without looking back. The warm atmosphere of the father and son's reunion at the beginning had vanished. "Halt! I know you don't like me. 　　I could see it in your eyes
the first time I held you after my expedition to the South Seas. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't even want to touch me. Although I don't know 　　why you have such thoughts at such a young age, perhaps you are indeed a rare genius. But no matter 　　how much you dislike me, I am still your father, and that cannot be changed." 　　"When you were ambushing those assassins in Giantwood Town, did you ever think that I was your son? Haha, 　　the envoy sent by the Mage's Guild was assassinated by assassins of unknown origin. The Mage's Guild will certainly not let this go, 　　and will probably find out the mastermind soon. Instead of playing some family game with me here, you should 　　worry about this problem first, Earl." 　　Without stopping, Dewey completely scoffed at Earl Raymond's serious and resolute words, mocking him with schadenfreude 　　. Only after walking out the door did he hear a heavy slam on the table behind him. 　　"Mother, I'm back." 　　After a year away, he had returned to the inner quarters where he used to live. From afar, he saw the Countess waiting for him at 　　the 　　door. Dewey quickened his pace and gently took her hands. 　　"This time, I promise I won't let him drive you away again." 　　The Countess looked as beautiful as ever. Although not as stunning as Nicole, Joanna 　　, or Qianlixue, she was still a beautiful woman. Her eyes were full of gentle smiles as she looked at Dewey with a quiet 　　smile, her eyes glistening with tears. Her voice was soft but carried an unwavering resolve. 　　"Yes, this time he can't 'drive' me away. I've become a magic scholar 　　, Mother." 　　Dewey accompanied the Countess into the room, proudly displaying his magic scholar's badge like a child 　　. The Countess's room was the room Dewey had spent the most time in as a child. At that time, 　　he was frail and sickly, and it was only through the Countess's meticulous care that he was able to grow up healthy. The Countess pulled Dewey down to sit 　　, recalling how her son had suffered from illness as a child, been called an "idiot," and endured countless scornful looks. Later, 　　he was cruelly banished to his old home in the Plains of Rolin by Earl Raymond. After all these hardships, seeing him again now filled her with heartache. She 　　carefully inquired about his experiences in the Plains of Rolin. 　　Dewey answered in detail, his eloquence remarkable, and his account vivid and detailed. The Countess listened intently 　　, her bright and beautiful eyes flashing with pity and worry for her son countless times. When she heard about his two 　　abductions by sorcerers, she wept with heartache. Later, when she heard that he had become an apprentice of a great sorcerer and 　　a respected magic scholar, a smile of relief finally appeared on her face. 　　"That's good. As long as you're safe and sound, that's all that matters. Ah, I've been so busy talking, it's already this 　　late. You rushed here so early in the morning, you must be hungry now. I'll have someone bring you some food." 　　The Countess smoothed a strand of hair that had fallen behind her ear, her mind still immersed in Dewey's strange experiences over the past year.

Li Zhong was deeply moved. But for her, the most important thing was Dewey's safe return; everything else
was secondary.
"My stomach isn't very hungry, but other parts of me are, Mother."
"Oh? What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
Dewey's gaze was unfocused. He held the Countess's soft, boneless hand tightly, slowly bringing it closer to her beautiful,
dignified face, his breath hot and rapid. The Countess, somewhat puzzled by Dewey's sudden strange behavior,
asked worriedly.
"Ah, indeed, there is something that's very uncomfortable."
Her luscious red lips, the sweet breath so close, the strong, rich fragrance of a mature woman
, the smooth touch of her skin, and the warmth she could feel—all brought an irresistible allure.
Dewey rested his head on the Countess's shoulder in a coquettish manner, gently touching her slender, white neck with the tip of his nose, and
said weakly.
"Tell your mother where you feel unwell. These past few days,
rushing you back to the capital must have exhausted you." The Countess, thinking of her son's consistently poor health since childhood, and
the hardships he must have endured on the journey back to the capital, and the meeting with Earl Raymond earlier—she wondered if he had
said anything harsh to her son, whom he didn't favor. A wave of anxiety washed over her. She hugged her poor
son tightly, anxiously checking him over.
"It seems like this is the part that's uncomfortable,"
Dewey said, burying his head comfortably in the two high, full breasts before him, pointing to his groin area.
He looked utterly weak, as if all his bones had been removed.
"Here? Is it here that's uncomfortable?"
The Countess followed Dewey's gaze to his crotch, where a large bulge was visible.
She knew exactly what that part of a man's body was, and under what circumstances it would swell. Unbeknownst
to her, her son, who used to play around her knees, had grown so much, and was indeed at
the age where he could feel attraction to women.
But now he was facing his own mother. Could he really feel desire for his own mother?
How could that be? It must be a coincidence that something was wrong or injured in that area. The Countess gently
shook her head, banishing what she considered strange thoughts. Her slender fingers slowly approached
between Dewey's legs, gently touching that protruding area.
"How is it? Does it hurt? Take it off so I can see!"
At the same moment the Countess touched that area, Dewey let out a groan that was hard to tell whether it was pain or
pleasure. The Countess frowned, extremely nervous. If there really was something wrong in that area,
it could have an immeasurable impact on her son's future life.
The rustling sound of trousers being pulled down, and the moment Dewey's manhood was exposed, even
the Countess gasped. She never expected her son, whom she had always thought was frail, to
have such a large, even ridiculously large, member. Could something have gone wrong to
make it so big?
"Does it hurt? Or..."
The Countess lovingly stroked Dewey's head, which was resting against her chest. Although she was surprised and
embarrassed for a moment, she didn't care about shame because he was her son. Suppressing
the inexplicable heat that welled up inside her after seeing Dewey's penis, the Countess grasped the hot rod, carefully examining it
for anything amiss.
The penis, gently held in his mother's palm, brought a strange, stimulating pleasure. Dewey hugged the Countess
's waist, rubbing his head against her soft breasts, letting out soft moans. Clinging tightly to her son,
unable to get a closer look, the Countess could only slowly and delicately stroke Dewey's thick, long penis,
her slender fingers carefully touching its surface.
Dewey turned his head, inhaling the rich fragrance emanating from the Countess—a
scent of precious spices brought back from the South Seas by Count Raymond. The Countess loved to add this fragrance to her baths,
as it was said to be very good for her skin.
As if unconsciously, with Dewey's head nuzzling against her, the Countess's collar
was slowly pulled open by this intimate movement, revealing a deep, white cleavage, full of irresistible allure.
Completely different from Vivian's fresh and lovely demeanor and Qianlixue's cold and holy aura, the Countess possessed a unique and captivating
mature woman's charm, especially since she was a mother of two. The radiance of maternal love amplified her gentleness and
virtue, healing the hearts of everyone around her.
"Here? No? Is it here? Don't hold back, tell me if it hurts anywhere."
The Countess touched and stroked him carefully several times, each movement extremely gentle,
afraid of accidentally hurting Dewey. But no matter where she touched, Dewey only whimpered and couldn't
explain where he was uncomfortable. The Countess had no choice but to search even more carefully for
the source of her son's discomfort.
"Oh? What's wrong, Dewey? Don't move around, you've messed up your mother's clothes."
She stroked him for a while longer, until the Countess felt her palms sweating, but still no result. Instead,
Dewey rubbed his head against her chest more intimately, widening the gap in the collar, his nose and lips seemingly
accidentally brushing against her slightly exposed nipples, then gradually moving downwards.
"No, Mother, it's getting worse,"
Dewey mumbled, burying his head deep in the Countess's full, supple breasts.
He kissed the smooth skin of his mother's bare breasts, his hands wandering behind her back, caressing her back,
one hand deliberately moving slowly down her spine towards her buttocks.
"Is it really that bad? Then you should lie down in bed quickly, and I'll get someone to take a look at you."
For some reason, the Countess felt a strange unease, even blushing slightly. Her son was too strange .
This unusual behavior was far beyond the typical affectionate interaction between mother and son. Although she felt
there shouldn't be any taboos between mother and son,
was it really just a coincidence that her sensitive female parts were being touched so intensely and continuously? Moreover, she was now holding her son's fully mature male
organ flesh to flesh—was this really normal behavior?
"Alright, let's go to bed, but Mother, come along too,"
Dewey suddenly laughed strangely. His hand, which had been slowly sliding down the Countess's back, suddenly
grabbed her full, firm buttocks, pulling her body closer to him. His lips traced
a path up her neck, then landed heavily on her rosy lips.
"Mmm...mmm...achoo...mmm..."
Her body stiffened abruptly. Before the Countess could react, Dewey
's lips were firmly sealed shut. His hot breath assaulted her senses, and his bright red tongue relentlessly forced its way through her teeth, intertwining with hers and greedily
sucking at her saliva.
"Mmm...mmm...mmhoo...slurp...ha...ha...choo...mmm..."
Dewey's mouth was being brutally violated, and the quiet room was filled with the sounds of intense, lewd saliva. After the
initial shock, her mind went blank. The Countess sat frozen in place, eyes wide, her body
taut, as if she hadn't been prepared for this sudden shock at all.
Dewey's tongue swept fiercely across every part of the Countess's mouth, one hand brazenly
kneading her snowy buttocks, while the other reached for her chest and began tearing at her clothes.
"Ugh! Dewey, what are you doing?! Ha...ha..."
The Countess didn't know how long this intoxicating kiss lasted before she suddenly came to her senses. She pushed
Dewey away, separating their lips, covering her chest with her hands, panting and shouting, her face filled with disbelief, shock
, and shame, as if looking at a monster.
"What am I doing? Of course, I'm doing what lovers do, Mother. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Dewey grabbed the Countess's hand as she tried to push him away, then pressed his lips to her smooth neck
, sniffing it. His puzzled expression seemed to suggest that it was the Countess's reaction that was strange.
"Do you really know what you're doing?! This kind of thing... Dewey, what's wrong with you?"
The Countess looked at Dewey's innocent expression and said in disbelief. She didn't understand whether her
eldest son truly didn't know the meaning of his actions or if he really had inappropriate thoughts about her.
But either way, this behavior was unacceptable. Still not fully recovered from the confusion, she
tried to break free in a panic, but Dewey held her hands firmly, making it impossible for her to leave his side.
"You can do this with old Mad, why can't you do it with me? Oh, by the way, Mother,
I've always wanted to know whose penis feels better to insert, old Mad's or Earl Raymond's?"
Dewey forcefully pushed the struggling Countess onto the round table, pressing her soft, boneless,
fragrant body against him. He pinned her hands to her sides and leaned close to her slightly pale face,
laughing maliciously.
"What...what did you say?! You saw it?! You knew everything?!"
The Countess trembled. This secret she had kept for over ten years had been
discovered by her own son. She had always made thorough preparations beforehand to ensure that
no one else would see her intimate relationship with old Mad, yet it had still been found out—and by her own son. Her mind
was a mess, filled with terrifying consequences of the leak. She felt unbearably hot and dared not
look Dewey in the eye again.
"Of course I've known for a long time, or rather, I've known since the very first time. My memory is still very good;
I remember things from when I was very young very clearly. But judging
from the number of times you've made love with Old Mad and Earl Raymond, it must be Old Mad's penis that makes you feel more comfortable, my dear mother, hehehe
."
Dewey interlocked his fingers, pressing down on the Countess's hands to prevent her from getting up and escaping.
He licked her smooth, fair cheeks with his tongue, while his swollen penis rubbed back and forth through the lace of her skirt.
"How could this be... Could it be... Raymond... your father also knows?"
The Countess's face grew paler and paler. She was fully aware of
the uproar that would occur if outsiders knew about her relationship with Old Mad. Earl Raymond's wife had been having an affair with a servant for over a decade?
Earl Raymond, who had been cuckolded for over ten years, would probably immediately draw his sword and kill her and Old Mad together, and then
completely sever ties with her family.
"Ah, of course not yet. Do you think you'd still be alive here
sharing this mother-son bliss with me if your dear husband knew? Don't worry, my dear mother, as long as you obediently do as I say, I
'll also obediently keep your little secret. No one else will know about this."
Dewey chuckled wickedly. He brought the Countess's arms together, pinning them down with one hand, while his
other hand ripped the Countess's clothes to shreds in a few swift movements, exposing her pair of magnificent, trembling breasts
to the air, towering high and quivering slightly with her body. Her smooth, snow-white, and
lustrous body showed no signs of aging, instead projecting an incomparably mature and beautiful feminine charm
. Her graceful and alluring curves were enough to make any man
lose his composure.
"I...I...I'm your mother...This...Are you insane?"
A chill ran down her chest, and the Countess gasped in panic, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing the intense, undisguised desire in Dewey's eyes, she finally understood
what her eldest son wanted to do to her. She had never imagined that one day she would be pinned down by her own son; such
a thing was absolutely forbidden by "God."
"I've seen Mother's body before. Didn't you often bathe with me when we were little?"
"You used to breastfeed me with those big breasts exposed, what's wrong with me looking at them now?"
Dewey said matter-of-factly, reaching out to grab the Countess's left full breast and slowly kneading it, seemingly
enjoying the soft yet elastic feel of the flesh. He then gently licked the alluring protrusion at the tip with his tongue.
"Ah... um... no... ha... ha... no... stop... what are you doing... Dewey... what's wrong with you
..."
the Countess moaned incoherently, her body trembling, her slender waist twisting like a snake
. Suddenly kissed and pushed down by her son, and then discovering that he knew her most private secret, the Countess's
fragile psychological defenses crumbled. She didn't know whether to struggle and resist or submit to Dewey's wishes
.
But he was her own child! If it were someone else threatening her with that kind of thing, perhaps she could accept it,
but how could she accept something so unethical?
"What's wrong with it? You're a woman, I'm a man. Is there anything abnormal about doing this? Don't worry
, Mother, I'll make you feel even better than when old man Mado did it to you."
"Ah...ah...no...no...how can you...if you do this to me...to your own mother...
you'll be punished by the gods..."
Although she had a secret she absolutely didn't want to reveal, once she took that forbidden step, everything
would be truly irreversible. The Countess struggled helplessly under Dewey's control, desperately pleading.
"God? I don't know why, but I hate that word. I remember you, Mother, worship the Goddess of Light,
right? Haha, if your god comes here specifically to punish me for you, I wouldn't mind letting her taste a penis too
."
Dewey grinned menacingly, his fingers digging deep into the full, smooth flesh of her breasts, his teeth gently nibbling at the erect
nipples. He completely disregarded the Goddess of Light, worshipped by countless people in the Roland Empire. If his words were
to get out, he would probably become the temple's most wanted criminal immediately.
"Ah... um... you... how dare you blaspheme the goddess... ah... ah... what happened... have you...
really gone mad?!"
Her sensitive areas were being stimulated, and the Countess, tears welling in her eyes, couldn't help but let out a soft moan
. Although she knew her son didn't believe in the Goddess of Light, she never expected him to utter such
vulgar and rebellious words. Even His Majesty the Emperor wouldn't dare to speak disrespectfully of the goddess so easily; it was
something a devout believer could hardly accept.
"I once wished I were crazy, but I feel I've always been perfectly lucid. Mother,
someone who's always lived in happiness like you probably wouldn't understand this kind of pain. Never mind, it's no use talking to you. Just
spread your legs wide, and I'll make you feel better soon."
Dewey's hands roughly squeezed and kneaded the Countess's proud breasts again, then moved downwards, grabbing
the edge of her skirt and tearing it apart like a rag. The Countess tried her best to close her legs,
but she was far weaker than Dewey, who forcefully pried them open with his hips. Her
secret, lush, grassy area was now fully exposed; the long, alluring crevice was tightly closed, as if making a final
resistance, but all of this was in vain. Dewey's thick, hard penis menacingly approached her valley, the hard
, burning glans instantly and forcefully opening the crevice.
"Stop...stop...no...Dewey...please...I'm your mother...you're my child...
anything else is fine...but this...absolutely not..."
"Want to call someone? Ah, I wouldn't mind letting people see this,
exposing all your scandalous affairs with old Mad, letting everyone know. What, you think I wouldn't dare? Then
you can try, my dearest mother."
The Countess could no longer find any trace of the obedient, well-behaved eldest son she remembered .
Now, before her, he was nothing but a beast, wanting to insert his male organ into her body to vent his filthy lust
, even if the object was his own mother. Tears streamed down her face as she made her final plea. No matter what, she couldn't
call someone; this would surely destroy the home she had maintained for over a decade. But if things continued like this, she was truly going to
be violated by her son.
Betraying her husband and having an affair with a servant, she now has to have sex with her son. This must be the goddess's
punishment for her infidelity. But please, please don't punish Dewey and Master Mad; it's all my fault.
The Countess watched with a broken heart as Dewey's penis pressed against her lower body, beginning to thrust deeper
. Tears streamed down her face as she silently closed her eyes. She couldn't stop it anymore, but even now, she
felt no regret for having sex with old Master Mad. Although she didn't know why, it seemed like the natural thing to do
. But as for Dewey, her own son, she couldn't understand why he had suddenly become like this. At this moment,
as a vulnerable woman facing a strong man who knew her weaknesses and wanted to have sex with her, she
had no means of resistance.
"Hmm, not a bad expression. It makes me want to fuck you even harder, Mother."
"Ugh...ha...hmm...hmm..."
The tight passage was slowly stretched open by the large glans. The Countess frowned, her red lips tightly pressed together, trying her
best not to make a sound. She gripped the edge of the table, her body taut, silently enduring
the pain of being forcibly violated by Dewey.
The penis easily slid in most of the way, rubbing against the already somewhat slippery inner walls as it continued
to thrust deeper. Although she had already given birth to two children, the Countess's vaginal passage was still so tight that it gave Dewey
great pleasure. Thinking that this was the place where his body was born, a strange and
intense excitement surged in his heart.
The Countess whimpered in pain, feeling the thickness of Dewey's penis in her vaginal passage. At
the moment of penetration, she felt as if something inside her had shattered, the place where her son was born...
She was being defiled by her own son.
"No...don't move...ah...pull it out...Dewey...pull it out...stop now...ah...it's not too late
..."
The Countess pleaded tearfully, her hands pressed against Dewey's chest. He thrust deeply to the bottom,
pulled out, and pushed in again, adjusting to the tightness of the passage. Dewey began to thrust forcefully back and forth.
The irresistible pleasure from the friction between her flesh and his penis broke the Countess's heart even more. Each
powerful thrust was a stark reminder of the incestuous act she was committing with her son.
"Don't worry, Mother, you'll soon like this feeling. How about it? Compared to old Mad
and Earl Raymond, isn't my cock more enjoyable?"
Dewey chuckled, kneading the Countess's voluptuous breasts. His hips thrust wildly, each
stroke relentlessly slamming into her clitoris. Perhaps due to her intense resistance, Dewey felt the
Countess's vaginal canal burning hot, the tender inner walls spasming and convulsing under the friction of his cock.
"No...no...ah...ha...don't move anymore...stop...stop it...ah..."
The table creaked under the intense impact, and before she knew it, the Countess's legs were
wrapped around Dewey's waist, emitting sweet and seductive moans. Even though she wanted to deny
the intense pleasure brought by her son's penis, wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her already chaotic
thoughts, making her clearly feel the sensation of being thrust into by her son in the midst of the immoral pain.
"What? Isn't being thrust into like this comfortable enough? Mother's demands are really high, aren't they? Heh heh! Then
I'll try even harder."
As if equipped with a powerful motor, Dewey's thrusts were not only strong but also faster and faster. The Countess
's vagina became incredibly wet under the intense stimulation, contracting and seductively swallowing and releasing Dewey's penis. He thrust
in and out of the Countess's flower path with full force, the muddy sounds of their union causing love juices to splatter everywhere
, wetting both of their genitals.
"Ee...ah...too fast...I can't take it...like this...ah...ah...ah..."
A drop of saliva unconsciously slid from the corner of her mouth. The Countess's face was flushed, her expression somewhat dazed and confused. Under Dewey's
relentless and fierce onslaught, she was utterly defeated
, her seductive charms completely exposed. She had never imagined that one day she would be driven to such a state of arousal and moaning by her own eldest son. Everything had come too suddenly. It had started as a warm
scene of reunion with her son, but suddenly all the masks of pretense were torn off. In this forbidden union, all ethics and
morality were shattered, leaving only the most primal carnal desires of a wild beast.
"Screaming so loudly, you must be really enjoying it now, Mother. But
who knows what might happen if people outside hear this?"
Dewey pressed heavily against the Countess, his chest pressing against her large, firm breasts. He leaned close to her face and licked
away the glistening tears that streamed down her cheeks. Then, he breathed intimately into her ear, his penis thrusting hard into
her clitoris as if trying to break through and return to the place where it was born.
"Ugh... Ha... Ha... Let... let me go... Dewey... We really can't do this... This kind of thing is absolutely
unacceptable..."
The sensation of her son's penis thrusting and pounding inside her was driving her almost mad. The Countess
looked at Dewey's face so close to hers, her eyes flashing with emotions that were hard to tell whether it was pity or humiliation. With her last
bit of strength, she pleaded, her beautiful face showing a delicate and helpless expression, as if trying to bring back Dewey's last
shred of reason.
"Making love with me is not allowed, but
does that mean it's allowed for you and old Mad to have an affair behind your dear husband's back?"
Her delicate, tear-streaked appearance was captivating, and the allure she exuded in that instant
ignited Dewey's desire. He greedily kissed her cheeks and neck, finally lingering on her high, snowy breasts, just
like when he was a child being breastfed by the Countess, rhythmically sucking on her two tempting, full nipples, like peanuts
, with obvious relish.
"Ah...ah...this...this is different...ah...um..."
The Countess gasped, trying to explain, but didn't know where to begin. In her heart, she felt
it was wrong to betray her husband and have an affair with another man, but for some reason, she didn't
feel there was anything wrong with making love with old Mad. This strange contradiction seemed to be obscured by something. The Countess's
already confused mind had no energy left to think about the origin of this contradiction. She was just instinctively resisting
the guilt of her transgression at this moment, and groaned weakly between Dewey's legs.
"What's the difference? To me, it's just a pleasurable thing between a man and a woman. But
no matter what Mother thinks, my penis has already been inside your vagina hundreds of times.
That's a fact, and it's no use trying to deny it now."
Dewey laughed smugly, kneading and shaping the Countess's full breasts into various forms
, gently biting her hardened nipples with his teeth, smearing saliva on her areolas and nipples. Seemingly struck at her
weak spot, the Countess sobbed silently. Just as Dewey said, no matter how much she resisted,
she couldn't change the fact that she had been violated by her son, and this would become another unspeakable secret.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The Countess's eyes were vacant as she tilted her head to one side, her body drenched in sweat, her moist lips half-open,
no longer speaking in despair, only instinctively moaning and panting under Dewey's thrusts.
"Since it's already like this, why not enjoy it? Are you feeling uncomfortable, Mother
?"
Dewey pinched the Countess's chin, turning her head to face him. He moved intimately close to her
flushed face, which was covered in lust, and said with a grin. He mischievously
rotated and stirred his penis inside her already overflowing honey hole, making extremely obscene sounds.
The Countess remained silent, lifeless, her elegant and dignified face streaked with tears, her gaze drifting
elsewhere. Dewey chuckled, sealing her red lips with his own, their fingers
intertwined like intimate lovers, as he relentlessly and passionately violated this exquisitely beautiful woman's body.
"Mmm... hah... ah... mmm... ha..."
While engaging in a fierce French kiss, Dewey vigorously thrust into his mother's wet, sweet orifice, feeling his
energy surge with unprecedented abundance, an urgent desire to release it all onto the woman beneath him.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...slurp...slurp...hiss...mmm...ha...ha...um...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm
..."
Dewey kissed her until the Countess was almost breathless before slightly releasing her lips to let her breathe,
then immediately sealing her mouth again, engaging in a long, deep kiss as if trying to suffocate her. This went on for an unknown
amount of time; several times the Countess felt she truly couldn't breathe, but her
body, pressed tightly against the table by Dewey, couldn't move at all, forced to endure another death-defying relay of kisses under his control
.
"Ha...ha...ha...wait...wait a...um...um...um...ah...ha...um...um...um...um..."
A weak refusal was utterly ineffective. Dozens of forced deep kisses gradually accustomed the Countess to
this rhythm. Each time Dewey slightly loosened his lips, she would immediately gasp for fresh air and then
press herself tightly against him again.
"Um...ha...um...um...ha...slurp...ha..."
The feeling of oxygen deprivation made the Countess feel lightheaded, as if her body no longer belonged to her. Even
the stimulation of the hot, throbbing penis thrusting into her flower path had become numb. She responded naturally and obediently to Dewey's kisses and thrusts
, as if kissing and making love with her son at the same time had become perfectly normal
.
"Here you are, Mother. Why not continue to give birth to more children for the Rolin family?"
Dewey finally released the Countess's lips, licking his lips and chuckling. But this was just a signal
. With his words, the Countess suddenly felt the penis deeply inserted into her honey hole swell even more,
trembling restlessly.
"Ha...ha...Wh...what?! No!! Stop!! Only this is absolutely not right!! Pull it
out!! You absolutely can't ejaculate inside!!"
Before her tired and dazed brain could understand Dewey's words, the Countess, who was very familiar with male reactions,
already knew what was about to happen. She twisted her body violently, trying to back away, but Dewey had already
known she would react this way. He pressed her down on the table even harder, his lower body tightly connected to hers
, the tip of his penis pointing directly at the entrance to her flower.
"Screaming so loudly, the people outside are probably going to hear, Mother. What? Do you really
want everyone to see you being impregnated by me?"
"Please... Dewey... please don't... absolutely not today... please don't..."
Already swollen to its limit, Dewey would have ejaculated long ago if he hadn't been consciously controlling himself. Her chest
heaving, the Countess's voice trembled with fear, her eyes brimming with tears as she made her final
plea.
"Oh, really not? Although it's true that raising a child is quite troublesome."
"Yes...yes...pull it out...listen to your mother...pull it out quickly...it doesn't matter where you ejaculate...just
don't...inside..."
Dewey frowned, seemingly hesitant. Seeing that Dewey seemed to want to pull his penis out,
the Countess breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes blurry with tears, and with the gentlest smile she could muster, she slowly tried to guide
him to pull his penis completely out of her body.
"But I don't mind this little trouble, Mother, just enjoy conceiving my child!"
Suddenly, his tone changed, and Dewey smiled wickedly, thrusting hard into the Countess's clitoris. Immediately afterward,
streams of white semen gushed out uncontrollably, countless seeds being injected
into her clitoris, searching for a suitable partner.
"Ah...ah!!"
The burning sensation inside her uterus filled the Countess with Dewey's semen before she could even react.
Pure humiliation and sin had overwhelmed her; even the last line of ethical defense had completely crumbled. She wanted to scream to release
the unbearable pain in her heart, but to prevent others from hearing, she had to clench her teeth and
suppress her cries of orgasm as low as possible.
"Very good, Mother. You can still stay sober and deliberately lower your voice at a time like this. It seems you're
quite skilled at adultery. Truly remarkable."
Dewey squeezed out the last drop of semen he could release, then breathed a sigh of relief, admiring
the Countess's alluring mature charm—her face flushed and her eyes glazed after her orgasm. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her entire lower
body upwards, allowing as much semen as possible to be poured into her uterus.
"Ha...ha...ha...ah...ah...ha...ha..."
The Countess lay sprawled on the table, her eyes vacant. Her vagina was sticky and hot, filled with Dewey's semen—
the painful proof of being violated by her son, and on that dangerous day, being ejaculated inside by him. In her dizziness and dazed state,
she seemed to feel a new life about to be born within her.
This act of intercourse, violating the most taboo ethics, and the possibility of an even more terrifying future—the Countess
completely collapsed, covering her face and sobbing softly, utterly unable to accept this unbearable reality.
"Ha, Mother, are these tears of joy? Happy times always pass too quickly.
Let's cherish this rare moment of family reunion."
"You...what else do you want to do?! Ah...let go...put me down!"
"What do I want to do? I want to fuck you, Mother. This table is too hard; you must be uncomfortable. I... "
"Let's go to bed and continue. I think we can do it a few more times before dinner. I really look forward to my beloved mother
and me having a child together, maybe two, or even more."
"No...no...let me go...Dewey...please...stop it...why did it become like this...have you
really lost your mind...ah!!!"
Dewey picked up the Countess and carried her towards the bed, ignoring her harmless struggles, and
threw her naked onto the bed. Then he took off all his clothes, climbed onto the bed, and once again
pressed the Countess down and thrust into her ravaged honey hole, beginning
a tireless lashing amidst her painful moans.
That
evening, Dewey returned to his usual residence in the Earl's mansion,
a secluded corner of the estate. Having been unloved since childhood, this place was far from the Earl and Countess's quarters, very quiet, and
sparsely populated with servants.
Earlier that evening, the Countess had claimed to be unwell and hadn't come out for dinner, and Earl Raymond had said he was busy with official business
and was discussing matters with Alpha in his study. The Earl and Countess's second son, Gabriel, was currently
staying with his teacher, the renowned scholar Mr. Blue Ocean from the capital. Dewey, accompanied by old Mad, enjoyed
his first dinner back at the Earl's mansion, then returned to a familiar spot within the estate.
Although he had been away for nearly a year, the courtyard remained remarkably well-maintained, not even a single weed had grown,
likely because the Countess had kept it cleaned daily while he was away. Nothing in the room
had been moved; even the book he'd carelessly tossed aside when he left last year remained in its original
place. The table was spotless, not a speck of dust on it.
Mad had already moved all of Dewey's belongings into the room as instructed. Dewey ordered the servants not
to come in and disturb them, closed the courtyard gates, and casually cast a silencing spell around the room before
closing the door.
"There's no one else here. You can show yourself now. Don't you get bored hiding away all day, like
you're living alone in a dimensional space isolated from reality?"
Dewey straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, loosened the
hair tied up to conceal his demon horns, and spoke softly to the air with a slight smile.
"What are your orders... Your Majesty..."
Through the reflection in the mirror, Dewey clearly saw the space behind him begin to ripple, and a slender, graceful
figure began to emerge. A woman with long, flowing blue curls reaching her waist
bowed slightly to Dewey before raising her head. Her sapphire-blue eyes gazed at him blankly.
"Can't I make you show yourself unless there's something wrong?"
Dewey turned to stand beside Qianlixue, intently admiring her ethereal beauty, his eyes barely
blinking, as if he didn't want to waste a single moment seeing her. This was
the first time he'd seen her since their encounter in Giantwood Town.
"No... but what's the point..."
Qianlixue tilted her head unconsciously, her
expression suddenly shifting to a blank, endearing look that was completely different from her usual cool and elegant demeanor. This made Dewey freeze, then feel a dryness in his mouth, as if something
was burning within him.
"Isn't it strange that only you can see me, and I can't see you? If there's any significance to it, it's probably that we can
do some fun things together."
Dewey reached out to grab the blue-haired, blue-eyed woman beside him, but only touched a hazy, invisible mist.
Each time, the distance between them seemed very close, yet also very far.
"Fun things...you've done many today, haven't you...Your Majesty...you should rest now
..."
Qianlixue's voice rang out again from the other end of the room, as calm and
indifferent as ever. Even when teased by flippant words, her emotions showed no change, as if everything here except
for her "mission" was unimportant to her.
"I'm full of energy, I could do it dozens more times without any problem. Don't you really want to try,
Xue?"
"Your Majesty... I think you don't have time for these boring things... If you want to survive and complete
your mission..."
"Boring? You just said it was interesting. As for the mission, aren't you protecting me? Your
mission is to protect me until I complete my mission, right? Besides, one night is nothing, just consider it
part of the mission."
Dewey shrugged and said nonchalantly, still unwilling to give up, he leaned closer to Qianli Xue again, seemingly
not caring at all how lewd and shameless he looked.
"Lord Messiah... is very strong..."
"Messiah, ha, you really know a lot. You were even by my side when I was at sea, were
n't you? Is that woman stronger than you?"
Qianli Xue said calmly. Hearing her words, Dewey instantly dropped his playful smile and snorted coldly.
"From the moment my teacher sent me to your side... I've been following you... Your Majesty... You're right... Even with
the power my teacher gave me... Lady Messiah is not an opponent I can contend with alone..."
"Do you think she will be an obstacle to your mission?"
"I don't know... but I think it's better to make some preparations first..."
"Your teacher must be very powerful, so why did he have to go through all this trouble by having you help me complete some mission?
Couldn't he just come and help me complete this mission directly?"
Dewey sneered, voicing a huge question that had been lurking in his mind. In his experience, anyone who
forcibly imposed some mission on someone else was often the biggest mastermind behind it all, especially those secretive figures like this . It would be a fool to actually believe they were so great and to comply with their wishes, just like 　　those two clueless guys,
Gandalf and Hussein .

"I don't know... Your Majesty..."
"Don't know? You know nothing and yet you trust your teacher so readily, running to
pledge allegiance to a stranger? Placing your hopes on something so illusory and unreal? Xue, I believe you have a noble
sense of mission, but I don't believe your teacher's so-called mission, your so-called inevitable
fate. Only malicious lies need such things as a cover."
Dewey shouted, gesturing wildly, more agitated than ever before. If it weren't for the soundproofing magic,
everyone in the Earl's mansion would have heard him.
"I don't expect you to believe now... Your Majesty... but I believe in my teacher... wholeheartedly..."
Qianli Xue's calm and resolute tone seemed to pour a bucket of ice snow over Dewey's head, instantly
calming him down. With a strange look in his eyes, Dewey remained silent, slowly turning away, as if weighing
the weight of her words.
"So, you mean I'm too weak right now? Then do you have any way to make me stronger
?"
Dewey sighed, spreading his hands as if somewhat helplessly.
"There's something that should be very suitable for you... Although I don't know to what extent it will increase your power...
but it will still be of some use..."
Qianlixue said, and a crystal ball gleaming with golden light appeared out of thin air in her palm. Countless golden
threads swirled and circled within it, carrying a dazzling halo, impacting the inner
wall of the crystal ball, as if trying to escape.
"This isn't that, is it?"
"Yes... Your Majesty... the soul of the dragon... Your body, which relies on the 'Heart of the Dragon' as its power source, will be
the perfect vessel for this thing... Pure energy... all knowledge... all of it belongs to you..."
Qianlixue held up the crystal ball in her hand and presented it to Dewey. Dewey gazed at the magnificent and dazzling scene within
, revealing a look of fascination.
(To be continued)

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