【The Tale of the Holy Knight】(Chapter Twelve)

Sersia suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if his head was about to explode. The table and chairs before him blurred,
the world began to shake, and he could still hear the mercenaries shouting.
The sounds of shattering glasses and objects colliding seemed endless, as if someone was yelling, "Don't run!" Then…
blood flowed from his eyes, like a stream thawing at the end of winter. The scene before him was stained
with a thick layer of blood, and as the blood flowed, the people around him became increasingly blurry until finally everything
disappeared into darkness. As the scenery vanished, the sounds seemed to be amplified by magic; the rapid heartbeat and
the clanging of metal suddenly became clear.
The mercenary's roar became unbearable, like thunder striking the earth, the sound waves crashing
against his ears like a tidal wave. 　　 "
Ugh...it's so noisy, quiet down, all of you, quiet down...ah...Goddess Serhani, please 　　 have 　　 mercy on
your believer, let these sounds and pain disappear. Please have mercy..." 　　 He 　　 clutched his head, intense pain shooting from his brain throughout his body 　　. 　　He curled up, trembling uncontrollably, blood flowing even more violently from his eyes. 　　 The surroundings remained as 　　noisy as ever; no one noticed Sersia lying 　　on the ground . "Brother!" "Sersia?" ********** ... 　　 Turning to the left, he met Asyalan's slightly open eyes. Seeing that she seemed about to say something, he quickly 　　extended a finger and gently pressed it against her lips, preventing her sister on the right from resting. 　　Asyalan bit Sersia's hand hard, and seeing her pained but silent expression, she 　　pointed to her chest with satisfaction. 　　 Her nipples, the color of black pearls, were slowly secreting fragrant white milk. A few drops 　　had already slid down her shapely abdomen due to gravity. Sersia gently pinched them, and the thick 　　milk instantly gushed out, sliding down her lower abdomen. 　　 With his movements, Asyalan closed her eyes comfortably, and sweet, delicate moans 　　escaped from her alluring lips. Her soft hands had already reached for his erect penis, which was already hard from seeing the milk. With 　　his gentle kneading and massage, she heard the increasingly heavy breathing coming from her chest. 　　 Forcibly suppressing the waves of pleasure surging from his lower body, Sersia pulled the hand that was kneading his genitals away. 　　Facing Asairan's disapproving gaze, he pointed to the sleeping Ilvia beside him, his lust 　　replaced by deep affection. Looking at his sister's angelic face, he couldn't help but smile gently. Suddenly, he felt 　　his head being forcefully pressed down, sinking into two soft objects, and he immediately felt short of breath. She 　　 held Sersia tightly against her chest until he stopped struggling, then released him, panting heavily. 　　He reached out to wipe the milk from his face, but was stopped. 　　 "Close your eyes," 　　 a soft, wet tongue licked his face after Sersia closed her eyes, carefully cleaning them before moving 　　to Sersia's lips. Pushing open her tightly closed lips, she began to penetrate his clenched teeth. In a daze, Sersia 　　also extended his tongue, intertwining it with hers. 　　 Cersia quickly and gently pushed Asaialan away, feeling a part of her body 　　being grasped again. 　　 Getting out of bed and picking up her clothes, she felt the world swaying before her eyes. Supporting herself against the wall, she began massaging 　　her head. 　　 "Still not recovered? But unfortunately, there's no time," she murmured to herself. Leaning against 　　the wall, she slowly put on her undershirt, reaching for her leather armor, only to find she 　　couldn't lift it. 　　 "Becoming...weak?" She tried again to pick up the supposedly thin leather armor, but 　　to no avail. 　　 "No way..." Looking at her hands, she slumped against the wall in frustration. 　　A paladin without any fighting ability? It seemed ridiculous. 　　 "But now I can't even laugh..." 　　 "Cersia, what's wrong? You seem a little unhappy." Asaialan jumped off the bed and hugged 　　Cersia from behind, his full breasts rubbing against her. 　　 “It seems… I can’t pick up that leather armor… I’ve tried twice…” 　　 “Huh? Can’t pick it up? Does that mean I can’t use weapons anymore?” 　　 “Hmm… I guess so…” He looked up and saw that Asyaran was already dressed, though he wasn’t 　　sure if it could even be called clothing. She picked up the greatsword leaning against the wall and turned to look at the bewildered 　　Sersia. 　　 “Well, it’s a pity, but that’s all we can do. Sersia, goodbye~” After saying that, she 　　turned and left the room, leaving only a faint milky scent and the echo of her words. 　　 “Bang!” 　　 A punch slammed hard against the wall, and then… 　　 “Ouch… that hurts so much… I shouldn’t have learned from those 　　heroes who can just punch through walls with a single blow… ouch… I hate bards!” 　　 Rubbing his right hand, Sersia glanced at Ilvia, who was still fast asleep in bed, and sighed deeply. 　　He then hugged his head with both hands. 　　 “Power… Goddess Serhani… Please grant me power… Why… Why is this happening… 　　…” 　　 “I’ll go for a walk first…” 　　 He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and walked towards the door. He grasped the door and tried to pull it open, but found 　　himself crashing into it.

"Ugh...it hurts..." He pressed his head, looking helplessly at the door. With another burst of strength, he finally managed to pull the door open just 　　 enough
for him to walk out. 　　 The warm sunlight continued to shine on this small town, and the main street was still bustling with people. No 　　one noticed Sersia standing in the middle. 　　 "Ah, sorry." 　　 "Hey, if you're going to stand here, go somewhere else. You'll bump into people if you stand in the middle." 　　 "I'm...I'm sorry, I'll leave now." 　　 Sersia slowly walked forward with the crowd, finally stopping in front of a small table covered with 　　bracelets and necklaces of all sizes. 　　 "Buy a bracelet or a necklace for someone you like to take home. Everything here is very cheap 　　. Bracelets here are three silver coins, and these are five silver coins, and necklaces are..." 　　 "Um... I didn't bring my purse..." 　　 "If you don't have any coins, go somewhere else. Don't stand here. Lots of people want to buy my things. 　　What will they do if you stand here? Get out of here!" 　　 "I'm... I'm sorry... I'll leave now." 　　 With a slight sigh, Sersia continued walking forward helplessly. Although her strength had been weakened for some reason, 　　her stamina seemed unaffected. 　　 “I’m a little tired…maybe I should find a place to rest…there shouldn’t be anyone selling anything here 　　…and there’s a sheet to block the sun, hmm, this is it…” 　　 “Grab him! Someone help me! Grab him! He took my purse!” 　　 Sersia had just turned her head when she saw someone running towards her. She reached out her hand but then remembered that her 　　strength had been weakened, so she slowly withdrew her hand. 　　 “This is the time to stand aside…this isn’t the first time that person has robbed here 　　. People have tried to stop him before, but…” A young man standing next to her suddenly spoke up 　　. 　　 “Why…” 　　 “Get out of the way!” The running man saw someone blocking his way and immediately reached out to push them aside. 　　 "Uh..." His hand, flailing wildly in the air, bumped into what appeared to be a wooden pillar. 　　Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Sersia realized the pillar was tilting towards him... 　　 "No way... Goddess Serhani... have mercy..." 　　 "Bang!" 　　 "Ouch..." Lying on the ground, Sersia tried to prop himself up with his hands when he suddenly saw a 　　black cloth approaching his face, getting closer and closer... 　　 "Darling, she just said we'd be together forever." 　　 "Yes, of course, we'll definitely be together forever, because we promised each other since we were little." 　　 "Ah..." A boot landed squarely on Sersia's face, then on his stomach. 　　 "Hey, darling, you seem to have stepped on something." 　　 "Oh, isn't this the cloth Elona uses to shield herself from the sun? Who knocked it down? 　　And didn't even hang it back up? Never mind, I heard there's a really good food place over there, 　　shall I take you?" 　　 "Okay, okay!" 　　 "Uh... I think I should stay in the tavern today..." After pulling the cloth off her face, Sersia pushed hard 　　against the wooden pillar that had fallen on her, but the pillar didn't budge. She pushed a few more times before 　　giving up, lying on the ground, panting heavily. 　　 "According to the crystal ball, you shouldn't leave the tavern today." 　　 Looking up, Sersia first saw two long, slender legs, with 　　what seemed to be a thin, unknown material woven into them, and then a rather strange-looking skirt. Although it was a skirt, it 　　didn't seem like a skirt with slits on the sides. 　　 "Um... could you please help me push this aside? 　　 "

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