Dragon Warrior Legend: Youth Chapter 32

The carriage carried us towards the city of Nils, ten miles away. Surrounding the carriage were five hundred human soldiers riding Grubas, disguised as demon warriors. They were all half-humans with demon blood, their eyes purple like demons, and each had a magically attached horn on their heads, making them look exactly like real demons.
Because someone needed to oversee things outside the city, and because their eye colors were different, Ovimas and Hutt didn't come into the city with me. Now there were five people in the carriage: me, Bordeaux, Raz, Nayixiu, and that "dog beauty," the half-elf girl named Jasmine.
Bordeaux and Raz couldn't disguise themselves as demons because of their different eye colors, so I stuffed these two big men into the luggage compartment on the roof of the carriage. In this heat, staying there was really going to be unbearable for them; I hoped they wouldn't be roasted alive.
Jasmine, once Prince Eros's sex slave, remained dressed the same, but the occasional look of sorrow in her eyes was truly pitiful. It's understandable; for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl to become someone's sex slave must have been incredibly painful. Her nightmare had ended because of our arrival, but the scars left by the past would likely take many years to heal.
Naixiu, who was usually gruff towards me, held Jasmine in her arms like an older sister, lovingly stroking her delicate face. Naixiu's eyes were full of tenderness. Jasmine was now almost completely naked. The equipment worn by the other "dog beauty," the demon girl, had now been completely transferred to her. Although petite and not particularly large-breasted, the pearl bra she wore was still incredibly alluring. Due to long-term rigorous training, Nayixiu's body was incredibly strong; her arms and abdomen were visibly muscular, which, combined with her sexy attire, created a different kind of wild beauty. If Jasmine was a cute little white rabbit, then Nayixiu was a powerful female leopard.
Nayixiu was wary of me, this lecherous dragon, but she was very caring towards this "sister" of her "kin." Disheveled, she held Jasmine in another corner of the carriage, whispering words of comfort.
Since becoming the commander-in-chief of the Black Dragon Knights, I had gradually become more domineering, but in places like this, I still knew what to do. I tactfully turned away, turning my back to them. Taking advantage of the time before the carriage arrived at Niels City, I hastily reviewed the memories I had obtained from Prince Eros, searching for information about Niels City and his lover, Lord Ranieri.
We entered the city of Nils amidst a large welcoming crowd. Prince Eros, though a debauched man, was the younger brother of Emperor Slo, making his status extraordinary. Two hours earlier, Overmas had chosen a bold and shrewd young man to impersonate a messenger and reseal the letter from Saint Carmen to Lord Ranieri of Nils, delivering it to him.
"Welcome, Your Highness!" As I opened the carriage door at the city gate and peeked out, the first person to greet me was Lord Ranieri Freud of Nils.
Lord Ranieri had silver-white hair, a fat and balding body, and a receding hairline. Because of his obesity and excessive makeup, his face was wrinkled like a silkworm, with layers of skin drooping and piling up, reminding me of the Shar-Pei dogs—the more wrinkled the skin, the more valuable they were—of the noblewomen in the imperial palace.
Seeing me open the carriage door and lean out, he hurriedly dragged his heavy body forward, his gait resembling that of a fat silkworm about to spin its cocoon. A large group of local officials, large and small, stood around Ranieri, each impeccably dressed and smiling. None dared to show the slightest disrespect to me, a figure from the royal family.
"Hahaha, you lecherous fox, when did you start playing serious with me?" I feigned a nonchalant attitude, laughing as I jumped down from the carriage and affectionately placed my hand on the fat silkworm's shoulder.
The real Prince Eros and the Lord of Ranieri had met once before. Three years ago, Prince Eros passed through this area, and this fat silkworm, eager to curry favor, spared no expense in "entertaining" him, serving him impeccably. Within days, the two became "close friends," and "lecherous fox" was the nickname he gave the fat silkworm. If I hadn't obtained all of Prince Eros's memories, this nickname alone would have been enough to expose my deception.
"Eh!" Ranieri was stunned for a moment when he first saw me, his face showing the expression of someone meeting a stranger. It wasn't until I called him "Perverted Fox" that he snapped out of his daze, his fat face squeezing into a ball.
"Three years have passed, and Your Highness's demeanor is even more impressive than before. I almost didn't recognize you," the fat silkworm said in an apologetic tone, as if he had mistaken me for someone else.
I was startled by his words, knowing exactly what was going on. I could use cloning technology to perfectly replicate Prince Eros's face onto myself, but his demeanor and temperament were impossible to replicate. This fat silkworm still sensed something was amiss based on his intuition.
"Nonsense, I have been diligently practicing the Heavenly Demon Art for the past three years, and my martial arts have greatly improved. Naturally, my demeanor is even more impressive than before," I boasted to Ranieri, trying my best to disguise myself as the former outwardly strong but inwardly weak and arrogant Prince Eros.
"I got my hands on two stunning beauties the other day. Let me show you, but don't be envious." Aura is the hardest thing to fake. I knew I was still no match for the real lecherous Prince Eros, so I quickly pulled the two women out of the carriage.
"Wow!"
When the two women, wearing dog collars and sexy bikinis, climbed out of the carriage, a gasp rippled through the crowd. All the men stared, their eyes glued to them.
"Wow, Your Highness, where did you get these two exquisite female slaves?" Ranieri asked, drooling as he leered at their bodies. These "dog beauties" were symbols of power and status among the demons. Their appearance immediately captivated everyone; no one would suspect me of being an imposter anymore.
Actually, Naixiu, who didn't resemble a woman, wasn't suited for the role of a sex slave. Even with collars, handcuffs, and shackles, she couldn't hide her fierce and wild nature as a powerful woman. But with the timid and innocent Jasmine beside her as a foil, the contrast between timidity and ferocity, innocence and wildness, made the seemingly incompatible pairing seem perfect.
"The older one is the elder sister, the younger one is the younger sister. One is like fire, the other like water. In bed, they're quite different. You won't know the taste until you experience it yourself," I said, walking over to the two women and pulling on their chains as I boasted to Ranieri. I chuckled inwardly, knowing that Naixiu must be seething with hatred for me.
"Like this elder sister, just as you see, riding her is like riding a wild horse, so fierce and bouncy. You really need some skill to handle her," I said, tugging at Naixiu's chain and spewing vulgarities, making Naixiu's eyes blaze with anger.
"Haha, so His Highness is interested in wild horses lately? Alright, I'll send you two over tonight," Fatty said, seizing the opportunity to flatter me. He now completely trusted me.
"Haha, this prince doesn't accept secondhand goods!" I replied with a lewd grin.
"Of course!" Fatty's features scrunched up again.
"Eh, where's Duke Miranda? I heard she's the most beautiful woman among the orcs." Not seeing Miranda, Fatty looked disappointed.
"Miss Sophia was delayed for half a day on the road and won't arrive for a while," I replied with a pre-prepared excuse.
"Ah, what a pity." Fatty looked disappointed.
"It was an envoy sent by King Arthur who kept her here, but she said she'll arrive by tomorrow morning at the latest." Seeing Ranieri's bear-like expression, I chuckled inwardly, deliberately leaving the conversation open to prepare for luring the troops outside the city into the future.
The two men walked along, chatting and gossiping, while I, Ranieri, and I led the way, the two women crawling on the carpet like dogs behind us. Naixiu, new to being a "slave," performed terribly; her unruly behavior was nothing like that of a sex slave. Luckily, I had the nickname "Wild Horse," so others assumed it was her "characteristic."
Along the way, Ranieri casually introduced me to the names and positions of local officials, many of whom were "friends" he'd met with Prince Eros during his "transit" years ago, from the brothels. I carefully observed their faces; they were either ruddy-faced, exuding an air of pampered wealth, or deathly pale—the result of excessive drinking and debauchery. The only one who seemed somewhat shrewd was the young general who had been constantly by Ranieri's side—since Naixiu and the other woman appeared, he hadn't given them a second glance.
Every country is the same, whether it's an empire or a demon realm, they all keep a large group of useless good-for-nothings and parasites. While the soldiers at the front toil and die on the battlefield, they live a life of debauchery and debauchery in the rear. But thankfully, dealing with such a bunch of good-for-nothings is much easier than dealing with a shrewd opponent.
After walking across a red carpet several meters long, I "led" the two women into the cool convertible he had specially prepared for me. Since the two women were my "women," he wouldn't dare to touch them without my permission. Otherwise, given Naixiu's personality, I was worried she would explode and give this city lord a powerful groin punch.
"Isn't that guy a man? My pets are so beautiful, and he didn't even glance at them?" In the car, I tentatively asked Ranieri about the young general, because I sensed that this person would be an obstacle to our surprise attack on Niels City.
The city lord of Feican City was very cooperative, obsequiously telling me everything about this man. His name was Xide, the captain of the guard in charge of security in Nils City. He used to be a notorious womanizer, but since marrying and having children three years ago, and becoming the captain of the guard, his personality had drastically changed. He had curbed all his licentious behavior, and apart from his wife, he no longer had any interest in other women.
Hearing this, I felt even more strongly that this man was not simple. To conquer Nils City, we first had to kill a responsible fellow like Xide!
Ranieri escorted us to the inn in Nils City, with my five hundred personal guards following closely behind our carriage, while the guards brought by City Lord Ranieri cleared the way for us. Prince Eros was a debauched and shameless spoiled brat who, relying on his status as the younger brother of Sloth, stole wives and women, committed countless atrocities, and had countless enemies. This provided the perfect excuse for me to parade around with hundreds of men in such a grand manner.
Like orcs, demons are a race lacking in creativity, yet war has altered their way of life. While war disrupts production, it has also fostered cultural exchange in certain areas. In the three-hundred-year war between the Empire and the demons, the demons, though consistently on the defensive, almost always emerged victorious. Creative human prisoners of war, enslaved, brought advanced technology and innovative human civilization to the demons. The offspring of captured human soldiers and demons also passed on their creativity.
As Asania's largest inland port and economic and cultural center, the buildings of Niels City clearly reflect human culture. Although Niels City's streets are not as wide as those of Wind City, our group of nearly a thousand people walked along them with no sense of crowding, even with onlookers on both sides. Passing through the flower-lined Naraku Square, where a statue of the demon god Lucifer stands, I was momentarily disoriented, almost thinking I had returned to the Dragon Square in Wind City. Although demons and humans are mutually hostile, the demons are also unknowingly influenced by the advanced culture of humans. After all, the love of beauty and the desire for progress are the same for any race.
The statue of the demon god Lucifer is the most eye-catching building in the square. As I stepped down from the carriage, my gaze was immediately drawn to it.
The statue is a towering white marble carving, dozens of feet tall. In the empire's propaganda, Lucifer is portrayed as the ugliest and most terrifying creature in the world: horned, with a human head and a snake's body, a hideous face, a gaping maw, fierce eyes, covered in black hair, and thick lips protruding terrifying fangs, a devilish figure with a booming voice. But the image of Lucifer that I saw in Naraku Square was no different from my own form as a fallen angel—the only difference being that he was a fallen angel with three pairs of wings.
In the statue, Lucifer holds a sword in both hands, pointing it to the sky, his eyes revealing an unparalleled determination, and six wings spread out on his back like stars surrounding the moon. Perhaps it's because the sculpting is so lifelike, but to me, Lucifer's statue resembles a philosopher wielding a sword.
An epic legend surrounds this gesture of Lucifer among the demons.
"What is justice? If the will of the Father is justice, or if the justice of our divine race is justice, then..." Facing the angels who came to punish him, Lucifer coldly smiled and uttered his declaration of "fall,"
"I, Lucifer, do not want such justice!"
Then he leaped up, pointing his sword at the heavens, and with all his might, cleaved the sky, using this action to sever ties with his past.
"Come! Brothers!"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Lucifer's figure. That moment of splendor remains frozen in the demon legends thousands of years later.
This legend still exists today. If we had continued south instead of north three days ago, we would have reached the secluded abode of the fallen angel Lucifer—Naraku in the Moonlit Gorge—in just ten more days.
“Lucifer, the fallen angel, was also partly responsible for the curse God cast back then. I wonder if he had any way to break it?” Gazing at the statue, I suddenly had an utterly absurd thought.
“That’s the greatest legend of our guardian deity!” Fatty Silkworm exclaimed, seeing me staring at the statue in a daze.
“With our guardian deity here, no matter how many humans come, they’ll all die!” I realized I had been a bit out of line and quickly tried to smooth things over
. Ranieri arranged for me to stay in a luxurious villa near Naraku Square, which he also used to entertain Lucifer XIII. After dropping me off at the villa, Ranieri took his leave, handing me an invitation before he left.
“With utmost sincerity, I invite the esteemed Prince Eros to attend tonight’s welcome banquet.” As he left, he kept winking at me with his beady eyes, hinting that there would be a very exciting program that evening.
I knew exactly what was going on: Lord Ranieri and Prince Eros were inseparable bed partners, so tonight's banquet was naturally an "extraordinarily lavish" extravaganza, the main course being beauties gathered from all over. To express my gratitude, I presented Lord Ranieri with the panties I'd stripped from Miranda.
"Is this really Miss Miranda's panties?" Fat Silk excitedly took the panties, sniffing them intensely.
"Of course! I went to great lengths to get them. That slut was absolutely gorgeous, driving me crazy with desire, but I couldn't have her, so I had to steal her panties to satisfy my cravings," I said, winking.
"Truly the most beautiful orc, even her panties smell so special!" Ranieri sniffed again, his beady eyes narrowed, speaking with utter ecstasy that almost made me vomit.
"Thank you, Your Highness! You must come to the banquet tonight. I have prepared many wonderful programs for you!"
Seeing that I was about to see him off, Fatty took the initiative to leave. His two thick, short, fat legs dragged his fat body as he laboriously climbed into the carriage and left like a snail.
"After tonight, you will never have to work so hard again."
Watching the fat silkworm laboriously depart, the heavy weight on my heart finally lifted. Now, Ranieri completely regarded me as Prince Eros, making things much easier from here on out.
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With Prince Eros's memories, plus the descriptions from Morey and the prisoners, we weren't entirely ignorant of the layout of Nils City. The soldiers I sent out disguised as demons easily located the prisoner-of-war camp—a large concentration camp right next to the shipyard, adjacent to the slave market. Since the Imperial army's crushing defeat at Slot Fortress, ships had been transporting large numbers of captured Imperial soldiers here daily down the Tianshui River. In just a few days, the camp held nearly ten thousand prisoners, causing the slave market to boom. Slave traders from other parts of the demon realm and the Bruce Continent could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of Nils City.
Regarding the city's defenses, after my concerned "inquiry" as a prince, the demon official in charge of our reception was immediately flattered and told us everything he knew. Our tactic of moving south to feint an attack had indeed worked. Seven days ago, the city's garrison was transferred to Newnese Port by Emperor Sloe's order. Now, only three thousand troops remained in the city, and a thousand of them were used to guard the prisoners of war.
After driving away the bystanders, Bordeaux and Raz, who had been hiding in the carriage's luggage compartment, finally had a chance to get some fresh air. After being cooped up for most of the day, they were both soaked in sweat when they crawled out.
"Have you noticed that most of the buildings in this city are made of wood and earth? Just a tiny spark can start an uncontrollable fire," I said to Naixiu and Bordeaux as we discussed the key points of tonight's operation. With Ovimas not around, I had to come up with all the ideas myself.
"What do you mean?" With no one around, Naixiu naturally put on an outer garment to cover her previously exposed cleavage.
"Brother, do you want us to set fires everywhere?"
"Yes, tonight you'll set fires all over the city's residential areas, burning the whole city down! Then, take advantage of the chaos to attack the prisoner-of-war camp and rescue our captured soldiers! You know what to do next, right?"
"We'll go kill and set fires, so what about you, brother? What are you doing tonight?" Bordeaux asked me.
"Me? I'm a prince, of course I'll attend their banquet. I'll drag all those officials to the banquet. I'm facing a pack of wolves alone, so I'll have to do this dangerous thing." I chuckled inwardly as I said this. The fewer men attending this banquet, the better. If Bordeaux went too, wouldn't that mean one more person competing with me for the beauties?
"My lord is truly thinking of us!" Raz, unaware of the truth, said with deep emotion.
"And what about me? What about Jasmine and me?" Naixiu asked me calmly.
"You?"
Looking at Naixiu's gentle yet firm face, I couldn't help but recall the scene when I bumped into her outside the woods after finishing with Dora that day.
"You're my slave, so of course you'll come to the banquet with me. As for Jasmine, she can stay here."
I'd been spewing vulgarities at Ranieri today, which must have greatly damaged my already poor image in her eyes. Since that's the case, I might as well play a joke on her and let her see what the world's strongest man is like, haha…
"Big brother, your smile is so wicked, who are you planning to harm now?" Bordeaux, who knows me best, asked tremblingly when he saw my wicked expression.
"I'm thinking about tonight," I said, glancing at Nayixiu's body, which was mostly covered by her outer garment. Holding an absurdly uninhibited party in front of this powerful woman would certainly be quite interesting.
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The banquet was being held at the residence of Lord Ranieri, less than a thousand paces from my dwelling. This fat lord was so obese that even his farts would make his pants ooze oil, and his house was naturally as luxurious as a palace. He was definitely a corrupt official. Having learned from my previous experience hosting the prince, the banquet hall was set up with over a dozen tables for a continuous feast.
As a "distinguished guest," I naturally sat in the seat of honor. Following demon custom, all guests sat on the floor. Nayixiu, in her "pet" status, was curled up in a ball, lying beside me like a lapdog—for her, wearing such revealing attire in front of so many men was a hundred times worse than torture. Curling up helped her conceal some unwanted glimpses.
Beautiful maids, draped in light gauze, their breasts barely concealed, flitted between the tables like butterflies, bringing out carefully prepared delicacies. Even in front of Nayixiu, as usual, was a plate of dog food. Although it was dog food, the plate was made of gold; after all, she was the prince's "pet" and could not be neglected.
"Your Highness, where is your other pet? Why didn't she come with us?" The guests, aside from important local officials, were all former "bedmates" Prince Eros had made during his womanizing trips here. Seeing that I had only brought Naixiu, they all asked.
"These two pets are new acquisitions of mine. They still need some training. I just gave the other one a good workout before I came, and now she can't even walk, so… hahaha…" I laughed wildly, pointing to my lower body. The implication was clear to any man.
"Your Highness is indeed incredibly valiant!"
"Your Highness is truly a valiant man of our time!"
These nobles, who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, seized the opportunity to laugh and jeering, showering me with attention. Only Xide, sitting four tables away from me, was an exception. He remained expressionless, neither laughing nor speaking, silently cutting a small piece of meat with his knife, then chewing it slowly, without even glancing at me. Across from him sat an orc, whom Ranieri had introduced to me upon entering the city that afternoon. This man was Zubin, a fierce general under the orc prince Ahan, the younger brother of Zuko, the orc general I had fought against during the breakout of Slot. He was here to greet Miranda. Like all orcs, Zubin was as strong as an ox. Being a high-ranking orc, aside from his coarser body hair and darker skin, his appearance was at least presentable and pleasing to the eye. Two fox-woman orcs sat flanking him, both incredibly beautiful. Although I sat far away, they frequently cast flirtatious glances my way. Zubin, like the others, was lecherous, his "beast claws" constantly roaming. I noticed his eyes frequently glancing at me; I knew he was observing me.
When the operation began, I would kill these two first!
"And this one, you brought her here, does the Prince want to do her here?" The fat silkworm city lord Ranieri, sitting across from me, pointed at Nayixiu and asked.
"This wild horse is still hard to tame. I brought her here to let her experience the atmosphere, so it'll be more fun to ride her!" I said, slapping Nayixiu's upturned buttocks with my left hand, making a slapping sound. Worried that Nayixiu wouldn't be able to handle this humiliation, I had already sealed off all her strength after entering, leaving her with a belly full of anger but nowhere to vent it.
"Your Highness's wild horse is really fierce!" Seeing the fierce glint in Nayixiu's eyes as she lay on the ground, the fat silkworm leered as he groped the two sluts beside him.
"The fiercer the horse, the more fun to ride, hahaha..." If Nayixiu could move now, the first person she would kill would definitely be me, who had been taking advantage of her both verbally and physically.
As Lord Ranieri and I were chatting and boasting, the banquet began. Lord Ranieri treated me, his honored guest, like a grandfather. The banquet had barely started when two voluptuous demon beauties immediately sat down beside me. Their upper bodies were covered only by a semi-transparent veil, the veil framing their full breasts, making their already rounded peaks appear even more prominent. As for their lower bodies, they wore nothing but a thin veil.
"These are my carefully trained, exquisite virgins, specially prepared for Your Highness. Tonight, please, Your Highness, do me the honor of deflowering them!" Every male guest present was now surrounded by twice as many beauties as themselves. This fat man was even more outrageous, surrounded by four young and beautiful demon beauties.
"Of course, of course! My little brother will have to work hard and be the pioneer!" Such a generous offer was naturally too much for me to refuse.
"A toast to Lord Ranieri's health!" I raised my glass in one hand, while giving the two women's breasts a good squeeze with the other. They were indeed virgins; their shy reactions confirmed their innocence.
"A toast to His Highness's health too!" A flattered Ranieri quickly raised his glass in response.
"Enjoy yourselves, everyone! Revel in the revelry! Good times are yet to come!" I downed my drink in one gulp, loudly proclaiming, taking over the reins.
After tasting the wine, I laughed again; it contained an aphrodisiac—pollen of the deadly flower. This powder was often used at the licentious banquets of nobles to enhance their pleasure. Alcohol
corrupts the senses, and with the added allure of sex, it was truly a stroke of luck.
Under the influence of wine and women, the guests, familiar with Prince Elos's true nature, immediately discarded the moral constraints that had bound them so tightly, and began to indulge in debauchery with the maids beside them.
Such lewd banquets were commonplace among the barbaric and uncivilized demons and orcs. Eating, drinking, and talking simultaneously was the preferred mode of deliberation for the nobles of both races, and many decisions affecting the fate of the continent were made under these circumstances.
I drank the wine in my cup without hesitation; the pollen of the Life and Death Flower had no effect on me. The two women beside me immediately refilled my cup. The witch on the left, petite in stature, held the wine in her cherry-like mouth and brought it to my lips, feeding me sip by sip with her virginal lips. The other girl unbuckled my belt, pulled out my already erect penis, grasped it with one hand, and then brought it to her own mouth.
"Oh!" Enjoying the virgin's passionate service, I groaned with pleasure, just like everyone else.
"Enjoy yourselves to the fullest; this will be your last night!"
Looking at the men and women entwined together, listening to their wanton laughter, I knew that the chances of success in tonight's operation had increased.

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