[The arrogant and conceited Queen Esdeath is transformed into a defeated hen by a mercenary using foot massage as a pretext.] [Author: Michael Joe Egg]

Author: Michael Joe Egg
Word Count: 20078

In the mountains of Bal Harbor, a troop of elite cavalry galloped forward along the rugged mountain roads, their
strong warhorses, clad in heavy chainmail, kicking up clouds of dust. With each leap, the ground thudded beneath
their hooves. As they crossed a high slope,
the shields nailed to crosses held aloft by the lead cavalry. The sunlight shone brightly on them.
The light shone down the hillside, falling directly into the eyes of several cavalrymen in the distant valley.
Seeing figures moving below, they immediately turned their horses and hid in the shadows. "Obey me,
Lister! The Gros mercenaries are far superior to you, and far more manly!"
The speaker was a short cavalryman whose head was covered by a snow-white lion helmet. He wore a magnificent battle robe embroidered with towering
lions and white jade, over which was a set of greyish-white, fitted chainmail. A short sword hung at his waist,
its broad scabbard striking the end of the chainmail with the breath of the silver-armored war deer beneath him.
Lister, clad in leather armor, held a newly made marine telescope level over his shoulder. Tilting his head,
he squinted , wiping the mud-covered surface of the telescope with his fingers, meticulously watching the port beyond the mountains.
"I'll twist off your lion's head, splattered with old maid excrement, and use it as a bowl."
His face still bore the bloodstains of his recent battle wounds. Lister carefully calculated that
the fighting had reduced the combined mercenary group from seventy-two to sixteen. It was impossible not to feel repressed;
the snow lion named Gro beside him, in his moment of foul language, was already in its final frenzy.
Most of the mercenaries were covered in wounds. And their tattered armor had lost its former dazzling
luster .
All of this stemmed from the mission given to him by the Byzantine military minister, Kussovi?—to capture Rodin VII, the lord of Venice, who had
secretly .
Since General Joan of Arc defeated the barbarian army composed of Bulgarians and Serbs at the end of last year, the Byzantines
' influence had extended to the Italian peninsula.
First, the increased port tariffs directly led to the bankruptcy of the Commercial Republic of Bonosas. Then, restrictions were placed on
the repatriation of Venetian merchants' funds from Constantinople. Next, the sudden death of Archduke William of Southern Italy led to the open surrender of the Papacy of Northern Italy to
the Byzantine Mass Bishops. Even the peasant women on the roadside
knew of the Byzantines' ambition to devour all of Italy.
The direct consequence was the formation of a loose anti-aggression alliance among the various small Italian states. The mastermind behind this alliance
was none other than the 82-year-old Lord of Venice, the cunning old fox of the Alpine gods, Rodin VII.
According to information obtained by Constantine's interrogators from the Venetian garrison commander in Byzantium, Rodin VII
would secretly land at the port of Bar on the last day of the Misty Moon. He planned to negotiate with the exiled
Serbian slave owners for troops, allowing the Venetians to secretly capture this excellent landing port.
"Intercept them." This was a secret mission issued by an officer for 60,000 dinars.
The joint mercenary force consisted of three closely allied Byzantine mercenary groups: Snow Lion, Black Spear, and the female knights led by
Lister .
They had covered the distance from the decadent city of Constantinople to
the port of Bar, a thousand miles away, in just four days. Breaking through ambushes set up by Serbian slave owners, from fierce fighting to
later victories utilizing terrain and surprise attacks, these soldiers underwent repeated trials.
This morning, they encountered Rodin VII's advance party, and after a fierce battle, they annihilated
the team composed of Venetian sword masters. After the battle, a female thief from the Black Spear mercenary group, disguised as
a female swordsman, boarded a small boat of the advance party to report to Rodin VII's fleet. After
several trips, Lister confirmed that Rodin VII's fleet had fewer than ten guards.
[It's settled.]
"For Rome,"
whispered the Snow Lion knight named Gro.
He turned to look at the remaining mercenaries. He raised his left hand to the platform, made a gesture of rising to the sky, and shouted
,
"For Rome!"
Their armor was tattered. Almost no one was clean; broken plates of armor dangled from their
bodies . Their warhorses also looked exhausted; some had
lost their mane due to days of continuous running and lack of rest, and some even had limping hooves. But despite this, when they mounted their horses, their heads
were held high.
"For Rome!"
The dejected soldiers, infected by Gro, rallied together again.
"For Rome!!"
"Well, I admit that this silly lion does have some leadership qualities," Lister replied,
speaking to a blonde girl behind him.
"Esdeath?"
The blonde girl, Hiluca, murmured.
"The thieves said the ship's leader is named Esdeath."
"Is there a problem?"
"I think..." The girl's pupils gradually dilated, "I heard General Joan of Arc mention her!"
Two hours later, Lister had spotted a huge merchant ship through the broken glass of his binoculars.
There were no other escort ships. A female general in a pristine white trench coat straddled the top of the deck. Waves lapped against
her well-trained yet supple waist beneath her white, fitted naval uniform.
At the ship's sails, a shapely girl was suspended from the mast, her lower body exposed,
her smooth thighs billowing in the wind. Her head drooped, her limbs hanging limply like a corpse; she
was clearly unconscious.
"The Black Spear mercenary group's thief lady has been exposed. Rodin and the others were prepared." Lister slowly
retracted his binoculars, his heels brushing against Shiluka behind him. "That woman, is she really
as ? She sounds like Karina."
"Even stronger than General Joan of Arc." Hiluka tugged at Lister's sleeve, pushing him back, and whispered,
"Rodin VII might have already noticed the flaw; he's not on this ship. Let's go."
"How do you know…"
Lister trailed off, then obediently followed Hiluka's instructions. Looking into those golden eyes,
Lister stuck to his usual approach—trusting her.
"There's no need for unnecessary conflict with that woman. Let's go confirm Rodin's location first."
Lister gently tucked his binoculars back into their leather sheath at his waist, clapped his hands, and brushed away imaginary
dust .
"The Venetian ships seem to be coming. Let's go to higher ground to scout the situation. You guys go with Gro
and prepare ."
Looking at the mercenaries' disdainful faces, a slow smile crept onto Lister's lips. He leaned forward,
almost face to face, and sighed to Shiluka, "We've practically deserted the battle."
He scooped up the girl's petite body, his footsteps lightly treading along the rocks, disappearing into the jungle in a few quick steps.
"Running away already?"
The Snow Lion Knight Gro coughed, his short sword poised, which aggravated
the pain in his face and the wound on his neck. "Let Lister guard the summit, don't let anyone else cause trouble."
Gro offered a convenient excuse for Lister; after all, at this crucial moment, any action that threatened morale was
unacceptable.
“Speaking of which,”
a knight in a large black and blue helmet at the rear of the group hesitated slightly, then said softly, “Perhaps
we can rest until nightfall. We’ve been fighting the attackers non-stop all the way, and now only
these . The Venetian fleet is also running low on troops, and perhaps the next reinforcements
will arrive soon with their troops, perhaps…”
“What are you saying, Reggie?” Gro stared coldly at the black knight before him. “Are you telling us
we can escape? Is that it?”
“Of course not.” The knight, questioned, immediately showed a humiliated rage.
"I'm just saying, we don't need to keep forcing our way through. We can wait here and
launch a night attack when they pass through the forest. Maybe then fewer of us will die here."
"Oh, is that all you're telling us?" Gro asked casually, then bent down and tightened
the girth of the war deer. "In that case, you can stay. Those who want to stay with him can also forgo the fatigue of this long
voyage . Then, in the dark, go and hack and slash."
As he spoke, he mounted the war deer and whispered in its ear, which was clearly exhausted. Then he turned
to look at the silent mercenaries: "This is the final obstacle. Once we get past it, 60,000 dinars will be before us.
Byzantine victory will be within reach. I don't know how important Rodin's life or death is, but His Majesty
must have his reasons for ordering us to do
this." At this point, the robust snow lion knight stopped. He slowly raised his nicked
and chipped short sword, his voice heavy, and said, "If we charge now, we can catch them
off guard . We've come this far, so tell me, who among you isn't willing to take that final
step?"
Gro's words resonated with everyone; they exchanged glances. After a moment, the mercenaries silently
mounted their horses.
Meanwhile
, "Why didn't we call for reinforcements? Even if we found Rodin, we might not be able to handle
those guards. Besides, there's Esdeath too,"
Hiluka was cleaning a simple wooden hut, a makeshift
camp built by the Venetian advance team. After the advance team was wiped out, it was left alone in the mountains.
"If we try to persuade that silly lion, he'll definitely yell at you according to his own ideas, and even make
others think you're cowardly and weak, utterly inferior to the snow lion. It's better to let us go alone; at least
he'll help us with Yuanyuan."
"As for Esdeath..."
Grand Master Lister was currently fiddling with something inside his skin, "Actually, combat isn't just about
savage punches and kicks, nor is it just about the clash of steel. Especially when facing some young, strong women,
wisdom ..."
Shiluka, doubting her childhood friend's pitiful integrity, looked at him with a disdainful gaze that seemed to say, "Grand Master is such a terrible
pervert ." Lister simply waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. Curses,
hypnosis, pink potions, and the like aren't uncommon in Constantinople."
"Of course, if you have any strange ideas, you can try some of these items."
Shiluka gave a bewildered "Huh?"
"Alright, it's my fault." The captain promptly changed the subject. "I applied my preconceived
notions to you, treating you like any other vulgar person."
"I was clearly terribly wrong. You're someone I should take seriously, Shiluka,"
Lister said. "Actually, I'd much rather you were sitting in a dry, warm private library, never
seeing those things again."
The blonde girl paused, her cheeks briefly flushing. Then,
a clear .
"So you have a thing for young schoolgirls, spouting those cheesy, wandering poet's jargon. You're the worst
captain ever."
Shiluka patted her shoulder as if it were dirty, then took
several steps back from Lister.
"Heh..." Lister responded with a faint smile.
Just like in his experience, Shiluka was sometimes a very innocent girl; Lister could tell she was
just shy.
While the two were flirting, the attack on the beach had already begun. As the Venetian
ships
abruptly came to a stop in the shallow waters, a figure in a deep blue hue darted out of one of them.
"That's Esdeath?"
Gro squinted, his thick helmet not hindering his ability to perceive his surroundings. Since even
a had heard of Esdeath's name, Gro, as the young master of the Snow Lion Mercenary Group,
naturally knew much about this new Venetian admiral.
Esdeath wore a naval uniform clearly influenced by the Iberian Peninsula. A greyish-white long-sleeved
bodysuit with a blue tasseled vest accentuated her already ample bosom. Wide
, tight-fitting white boots draped over her hips created a flowing,
undulating more decorative than practical, draped over her shoulder,
adding a touch of oriental style.
"Quite stunning… Let's go!"
As a veteran of the battlefield, the Snow Lion quickly regained his composure. After all, even the Goddess of Light...
They'd show mercy on the battlefield, let alone this siren that looked so terrifyingly sharp. If you want to enjoy
the siren 's service, win first.
Without Grodo's prompting, several mercenaries behind him, who had been preparing for a long time, unleashed their deadly crossbow bolts.
"Siu siu siu siu siu siu siu siu!"
Almost as the other Venetian soldiers swayed to their feet, they pulled the heavy
triggers , producing a series of popping sounds and dazzling, deadly flashes!
A thick sandstorm filled the air, and the mercenaries' insufficiently fueled fighting spirit brought with it the acrid smell of blood and sweat.
In the gray smoke, mercenaries in black spear uniforms slowly lowered their weapons and retreated. But behind these eight black spear mercenaries in the front row
, a new row of Snow Lion mercenaries squeezed in, marching forward in unison, their meter-long short swords still
pressed against their waists, and their dark javelins pointed forward.
" Charge ! "
" Aa
... "Once I've accomplished this great feat, I'll go back and propose to Lily." "Re...Reggie," Gro's trembling voice startled Reggie. He clearly saw a figure in dark blue standing silently behind the Black Knight. "What?" Reggie hadn't yet recovered from his beautiful vision and slowly turned around. The only response he received was the ever-growing mass of ice in his retina. "Holy crap!" The thumb-sized ice blade, amplified by Esdeath's accelerated expansion, had been imbued with unparalleled power. While ice is relatively soft, it's not something that linen clothing and skin can withstand. Especially after expanding without Esdeath's personal restraint, its penetrating power shattered even the most fragile human bones , sending them all sprawling to the ground. "Pfft p ... But the other ordinary mercenaries weren't so lucky. Esdeath's casual strike nearly wiped out half the mercenary group. "The Queen of the Sea, truly terrifying!" However, the mercenaries who had just held the advantage widened their eyes in horror at the sudden appearance of the snow light before them. It was like a sudden flash of light in the dark night, fiercely and abruptly piercing their vision, accompanied by a thunderous roar . "Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—" Her clenched fingers created ten ice balls, like mountain-sized cannons, all solid ice ball projectiles, which roared out instantly amidst the explosive force of Esdeath's attack! The terrifying icy flames even formed a long, frosty dragon, the pervasive freezing air so thick that it couldn't dissipate even under the sea breeze . But all of this was secondary, destined to provide color and background for the true protagonist—a recurring and unchanging combination. The true protagonist was Esdeath, constantly unleashing all of this, unleashing a torrent of cold rain. She didn't need to calculate distance or target; she simply unleashed the power of the Queen of the Sea. The volley of ice and snow brought a call to life and death, a harvest originating from the Grim Reaper of Hell. It was the most terrifying magical volley, a blanket of ice and snow capable of destroying a full-strength army! Dense waterfalls of ice and snow, ignited instantly by a single explosion in a confined space, completed the three-part cycle of burning, expanding, and exploding in a mere microsecond. Terrifying power began to radiate in all directions, but thanks to Esdeath's control, it only rushed towards the opening left for Reggie. Effortless and effortless—that was the power of Esdeath! Hundreds of solid ice shells tore through space at high altitude, their friction against the air producing a shriek like that of a demon from the abyss. The mercenaries, brandishing their weapons, instinctively looked up at the sudden burst of cold light and billowing gray smoke, a sight that somehow resembled the beauty of fireworks. But they had no time to marvel, for the shrieks of , and their nearly dumbfounded faces saw a white phantom appear before them. Yes, a white phantom; their eyes could see the barrage of hundreds of solid ice balls in the air , growing ever closer with that terrifying shriek, finally crashing down upon them. And then, with a deafening roar! The iron armor was clearly no match for the frigid energy. After being amplified and expanded , almost instantly upon contact with the mercenary's body, the contained power easily pierced through the flesh, shattering the armor and scattering fragments of the mercenary's bloodied limbs. One enormous ice ball, like a giant's punch, easily smashed through Reggie's sturdy raven armor, like cracking open a nut, completely destroying only a chaotic mess! "No!!!" Ten seconds, just ten seconds. Countless victories against overwhelming odds against the Serbian remnants, the arduous annihilation of the Venetian advance team, weeks of meticulous ambush preparation, months of waiting, and over a decade of honed brute force—all were utterly vulnerable before this ten-second icy world . "Pfft!"

Before Gro could recover, a powerful, heavy blow shattered the ribs on his right side. Gro's
vision blurred, his ears rang, and the world spun. Then, a pair of long, powerful legs brazenly
stomped the snow lion's noble head into the frost-covered sand.
But Gro dared not lift his head. It couldn't be so absurd; he'd lost just like that?
If this were real, it must be God, God, but above him… how could there be someone above him?
He tried to make a sound, slightly dispelling his fear. But for some reason, his neck seemed blocked
, and he couldn't utter a sound.
"Hey."
The voice was cold and lingering, filled with disdain for a lower species.
This was the first time Gro had heard the other's voice since the start of the battle.
Such power!
Then, Gro felt an overwhelming urge to urinate. He tried to move to his feet, but the thighs pressed down on him,
making it impossible to move, while the urge only intensified.
If that thing above my head really is that woman's thigh, what should I do? Gro
felt increasingly horrified, his heart pounding faster and faster.
He couldn't understand it; this woman was too realistic, too terrifying. He himself was now...
Overwhelmed, Gro simply urinated. He mumbled incoherently, only subconsciously responding to
Esdeath's question.
...
"At the top of the mountain,"
a playful glint flashed across Esdeath's perfect face. She lightly lifted her foot, kicking away the man who had gone mad with fear
. Her slender waist swayed, her high heels clicking loudly on the ice.
The Queen of the Sea, Esdeath, walked step by step towards the mountaintop that Lister had previously reached .
"Tower" "Tower" "Tower" "Tower"
The snow-white boots made of white sharkskin made a repetitive and piercing "zi
—zi" sound on the gradually hardening ice. Her boots, having picked up clumps of earth from the mud when their owner stepped onto it,
simply froze the mud and path for hundreds of meters around, finally regaining
the weighty feel of walking on Venetian cobblestones.
"Like a seaweed,"
Esdeath scoffed. Clearly, the queen, accustomed to the vast Mediterranean, had no experience climbing such
primitive mud hills.
While climbing these small hills would be
routine used to sweeping across ice, couldn't find shortcuts. Her strong calves
were powerless in the wet mud by the sea, and the intense itching from being bitten by strange insects on a small slope
only exacerbated her sensitive and irritable nature. This was why Esdeath had chosen
the extremely exhausting task of freezing half the hill.
After nearly two hours of trekking, Esdeath finally reached the hut in the Snow Lion's mouth.
The cabin was well-built; the arrow-proof planks grew rapidly like leaves spreading out one after another on a climbing plant
—thin planks that insulated against dampness and soil, imposing crenellations and wooden battlements, ramparts,
heavy wooden fences, large, sharp wooden awls, and the Venetian coat of arms at the entrance. A multitude of logs greedily vied for
every inch of space and light. Their heavy shadows overlapped intimately.
"E...Lady Esdeath."
A weak voice appeared beside Esdeath's ear. Looking closer, she saw a rather handsome
young soldier. He was a young soldier because he wore the uniform of a Venetian vanguard. A broken
Venetian longsword was tied around his waist, and he looked weak.
"Hmm?!"
Considering the man was wearing a Venetian uniform, Esdeath questioned him relatively gently.
"It seems the advance team is still alive. Where are the two Byzantine mercenaries?"
"My name is Lister, sir." The captain, his eyes downcast, shook the clothes he had pulled from the dead
advance team members. He trembled slightly, trying his best to appear as a survivor.
Yes, this was all an act, a performance to lower Esdeath's guard.
First, he secretly released a large number of low-level magical beasts, the Itchy Bugs, as a foreshadowing to provoke Esdeath; then, he had Siluca
use magic to renovate the cabin, making people think someone had been working on it all along; then
he pulled the dead clothes from the fallen advance team members; and…
"Those two cunning Byzantine mercenaries have been killed by my comrades. I'm all alone here."
Lister parted a clump of bushes, gesturing for Esdeath to see.
In the dark bushes lay two corpses, both dressed in Byzantine-style mercenary chainmail,
their faces upturned, but their faces were cruelly etched with broken lines, making their original appearance unrecognizable.
"No need to look anymore, disgusting bugs."
Esdeath, having just endured two hours of trekking through the mountains, felt a deep loathing upon seeing the dark thicket.
She used her powers to roughly sense that the two corpses had been dead for some time, and as for this guy named
Lister his strength was utterly negligible, far inferior to even the snow lion she had driven mad on the beach.
He posed no threat whatsoever.
"Quickly, go to the room and prepare some food. That old man Rodin won't arrive until tomorrow, so make sure this place is
cleaned up ."
Esdeath rattled off several orders, her previous mood after killing the remaining two bugs
completely ruined by the terrible mountain conditions.
A week-long sea trek, the extreme cold storm unleashed during the battle with the mercenaries, the icy power that froze half a hill
, the strange itching sensation emanating from the bug bites on her waist, and
Lister's utterly worthless strength—all of this had lowered Esdeath's guard to its lowest point.
She desperately wanted to rest.
"Yes, Lady Esdeath,"
Lister's lips curled into a smile hidden beneath his Venetian robe. Since the proud naval queen hadn't noticed anything amiss,
once she'd fallen into his trap, any struggle would be futile.
And so, slowly, she would succumb to the fragrance he'd created.
Esdeath stepped onto the path to bliss, and into the abyss.
This seemed to be another world. Compared to the sticky heat of early autumn outside, every inch of air here
exuded chill, even the makeshift wallpaper and maps were in cool tones. It was like falling into an ice cave.
Esdeath shivered comfortably, relaxing back in a small wicker chair.
A thin layer of cold mist clung to the glass window beside her.
"That's how the weather is in Byzantium. It's freezing in places where the sun doesn't shine,"
Lister chuckled, taking a thin silk robe from the coat rack and handing it to Esdeath.
"Nice silk,"
Esdeath said, touching the robe. It was as thin as a cicada's wing yet supple and clinging to her body. She knew that Egyptian
silk was famous in Italy, but compared to this silk, it was worlds apart. This one robe alone was
worth at least several ordinary clothes.
Unfortunately, Esdeath didn't know that this robe would soon become part of her itch.
Just as Esdeath was stroking the rare silk, Lister lifted the white cloth on the square table,
revealing an exquisite hookah, its black porcelain and gold ornaments magnificent. Lister opened a small
box beside him, filling a bowl with dark red tobacco paste. He then tossed two red-hot charcoal pieces into the small stove above, and
soon a faint fragrance wafted out, filling the cool living room.
"Please try some, Lady Esdeath," Lister said, handing
Esdeath "This is a trophy left behind by a mercenary young master, top-grade tobacco paste from Constantinople."
"I don't smoke,"
she said, but out of curiosity about the prosperous East, Esdeath took the pipe, slowly put it in
her mouth, and took a deep drag. A gurgling sound filled the air. Feeling relaxed, Esdeath rested her
long, strong legs on her head, her limbs stretched comfortably, looking as content as any Eastern noblewoman.
[Very comfortable.] But this wasn't some low-class hookah! Just one puff, and
the flavors of tobacco, cardamom, wine, and sour cherry lingered on her lips and teeth. Esdeath watched the smoke exhaled from her mouth and nose, clicking her tongue in
amazement , and took another puff through the pipe.
Esdeath had smoked hookah before, when a blind, foolish viscount had persuaded her to. He had tried to
hypnotize her with a cheap drug used in brothels to train powerful female knights, hoping to enjoy her beautiful body.
The foolish viscount was, in a semi-conscious state, instinctively sliced into pieces by the naval queen.
To cool Esdeath, Lister constantly fanned her with a small palm-leaf fan, and placed a magic crystal
fan beside the wicker chair. This fan was positioned precisely between Esdeath's eyes and the flickering light of the hookah in the smoke
. From Lister's perspective, Esdeath's powerful face was rapidly swept across by the alternating stripes of light and shadow created by the fan , while for Esdeath, the brightness of the light perceived by her eyes was changing
rapidly and regularly , making her eyes feel slightly dry. [Wait, it's a similar feeling.] Esdeath suddenly felt a persistent drowsiness; the aftereffects of freezing half a mountain were kicking in. The soft, comfortable wicker chair provided by Lister only intensified her sleepiness. The long voyage had left her physically exhausted, resulting in an unusually intense performance. Now, calmed by the hookah, her brain felt oxygen-deprived, creating a sense of emptiness, and drowsiness washed over her. The flickering lights made it even harder to concentrate; only the fragrant hookah scent reminded her that she had been tricked in a similar way before. But this brief clarity, amidst the drifting smoke, quickly faded , and Esdeath continued to unconsciously inhale the hookah, unaware that Lister had already stood up and moved behind the chair. At this moment, Lister was no longer timid; his excitement was palpable. Esdeath's arrogant eyes, though fixed on the direction he had sudden appearance. Lister knew his first step had succeeded . Whether he could turn this arrogant and powerful naval queen into his toy depended on his next move. Lister was currently looking down at the beauty from behind Esdeath. She hadn't had time to change and was still wearing her white naval uniform, which looked exceptionally elegant. Lister craned his neck forward, looking down at the edge of her white breasts from directly below the collar of her uniform. Esdeath completely unaware of Lister's unbridled gaze, remained apathetic, watching the spectacle unfold. Lister clearly felt her body begin to lose strength, sinking back into the wicker chair. Esdeath felt her consciousness fading. Time seemed to slow down for her; the interplay of light and shadow created by the fan seemed more pronounced, its frequency gradually decreasing, making it hard for her to tell if it was the eyelashes on her drooping eyelids obscuring her vision. Even her voice sounded like drawn-out syllables to Lister. "Gu...n," Esdeath uttered slowly, as if even a simple reply required a long period of thought. Lister moved the hand that had been waving the fan from his shoulder to Esdeath's neck and opened a pink sachet. The mysterious fragrance completely enveloped the dazed Esdeath, and she offered no resistance, instead becoming even more immersed in it. "Lady Esdeath, your feet must be tired after walking in the sand for so long," Lister said with a smile, lifting Esdeath's straight, rounded legs, like those of a birch tree. "Come try our Byzantine foot massage." "N...nishi..." Esdeath vaguely realized something, but her head slumped again, sinking into a deeper sleep. "I'm really not a pervert, Siluca, you have to believe me!" Lister turned around, first assuring the blonde girl with a dark face outside the room. "Pang!" The door slammed shut. "Perverted foot fetish!!!" Shaking his shoulders, Lister's lips slowly approached the snow-white silk, kissing the snow-white, delicate soles that countless Venetian men dreamed of day and night. The white and pinkish soles were immediately licked by Lister. Just like suckling breast milk , he licked them without any skill. While licking and kissing, his hands were not idle either. One hand was placed on the instep of the bare white silk, gently rubbing and stroking it. Instantly, waves of itchiness from the soles of her feet reached between Esdeath's knees, and her sighs became longer. Her face inexplicably turned slightly red. The soles of her feet showed a third color besides red and white. Liszt's drool

A glimmer of white fluid seeped from the sole of her foot, slowly trickling down to her heel, each drop
intensifying the sweltering heat that made Esdeath's mind reel. The bright white liquid slid down her right stocking, landing on the floor with a
soft thud and leaving a trail of dampness.
"Ah..."
Esdeath murmured softly. In her hazy, intoxicating haze, she could only vaguely make out a man's head bobbing
up and down in front of her bare, rosy feet. From sole to heel, a rough tongue repeatedly licked over
the muscles taut with instinctive defense. With each lick, a hazy, misty pleasure
seeped into Esdeath's dazed consciousness, melting away her defensiveness like ice cream being slowly melted
away by the warmth of the tongue. When the hazy itching accumulated to a certain point, the Queen had to
exhale a breath of stale air, releasing it with a suppressed sigh. This allowed her dazed consciousness to
temporarily escape the pink mist, maintaining a fragile balance between drowsiness, wakefulness, and desire. This balance was
then broken by the hazy, misty itching from the soles of her feet, entering the next cycle.
Esdeath was unaware that the intervals between these cycles of drowsiness and sighs were shrinking under the increasingly skilled
and smooth . Initially, Esdeath's sighs were spaced out for a dignified two minutes,
but as the man's saliva dripped onto the ground, her powerful foot muscles surrendered, yielding
to the constant stimulation of the saliva, trembling as the active red tongue wreaked havoc. From then on,
Esdeath's sighs never lasted more than ten seconds.
"Ah...ah ah..."
The man used his rough tongue as a weapon to destroy the beauty's spirit. His tongue probed into the pink
veins , immediately enveloped and sucked by layers of tender flesh. But this man was quite skilled at torturing captives; his
tongue could extend and retract at will, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes curled into a small ball, sometimes swaying left and right, and could even be
stretched out like a feather.
For Esdeath, this was a completely new experience and a provocation. Never before had a man dared to use
his body to tease this powerful and arrogant naval queen.
"Ah...! Ugh...! Stop...! Ah...woo...! Ha...!"
Esdeath completely lost control, as the waves of tingling, numb, and
soft gradually shattered her emotional balance. How she wished that tongue would lick harder, just a little more,
so that she could completely wake up from this drowsy state.
The Queen breathed heavily, her two full, swollen, pinkish-white breasts
trembling and shimmering in the dim light, exuding a sweet, fleshy aroma. Her two pinkish-white forearms were outstretched, her
slender, delicate fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the wicker chair. Her flawless, slender legs, without an ounce of excess fat, repeatedly
straightened and bent in small movements, her long, white,
jade in a daze, slightly raised her rounded buttocks, as if to cooperate with Lister's gentle tongue, or perhaps
to urge her opponent to speed up his movements. Although her consciousness was still hazy, her mature body honestly and greedily craved
more intense, forceful, and frenzied licking, stabbing, hooking, probing, circling, sucking, stimulating, plucking, and the glistening,
hot saliva.
"Ah...! To fly... up... ah...! Faster... don't... move...! Ah ah... um!
Ugh... ah... tease... that...! Ah...!... Ah ah!"
Esdeath's body went further limp, her bare feet already sticky with saliva like mutton fat.
The man's large hands were vigorously kneading and pinching her soft, tender sole, her high, firm ankle, and her well-defined
Achilles tendon . His other hand was covered in Esdeath's saliva, wiping it back and forth on her straight, strong Achilles tendon.
Between her legs, he forcefully licked and manipulated the sensitive jade foot that was flowing with sweet juice in Esdeath's sight
.
"Ah...! Ah... no...! Ah... ugh...!"
The intervals between Esdeath's low sighs had shrunk to just a few seconds. If it weren't for the invisible restraint of her proud soul, lurking in her sleep but still trying to
regain control of her consciousness, these ambiguous sounds would probably soon turn into a
continuous moaning.
Esdeath's chilling sigh echoed throughout the room. Then, her strong waist gradually
arched into a bridge-like shape, and her jade feet began to actively collide, squeeze, and tremble with the provocative red tongue. A stream of pale white,
transparent foot sweat seeped from her soles, sticking to Lister's head and face. The
once dangerous soles of Esdeath's feet now smelled of shameful sweat, mixed with the saltiness from her long voyages, spreading around
. The man seemed bewitched, busy drinking and sucking this jade dew, not only
licking every drop of the foot sweat from Esdeath's soles but also taking in every drop that splashed on his face. Lister felt this was an opportunity not to be missed.
Using this as an excuse, he even began to violate Esdeath's sole. He gently lifted Esdeath's right foot,
still , her foot already soaked. His pale red tongue, numb from overuse and still steaming,
lightly scraped and teased Esdeath's plump, fleshy sole and the pale
red ridge. After only twenty seconds, her entire sole was soaked with Lister's glistening saliva. His tongue
repeatedly parted her sweaty, red sole, and Esdeath felt
a suction force in her brain, attempting to destroy her already crumbling consciousness, as if welcoming a distinguished visitor.
Her Majesty the Queen was breathing rapidly, her cold face flushed, her alluring eyes half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, fragrant breath
escaping from her sensual mouth. Her snow-white, full, swollen, and towering breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her
rapid breathing, her devilishly delicate white nipples trembling with the afterglow of pleasure…
Just a little more force, and she would wake up.
Still in the hell of unconsciousness, Esdeath only hoped the man would be bolder. As for
whether the purpose was to keep her awake or some other instinctive reaction…
well,
Lister, as the perverted foot fetishist the blonde girl spoke of, understood Esdeath's current needs all too well. He
didn't want to confront the beauty beneath his tongue. So he softened his grip, pulling the soft, steaming tongue
back to the center of her sole, teasing and rubbing Esdeath's sweaty sole and the hardened,
pink engorged nipple. His rough hands rhythmically stroked, kneaded, and played with Esdeath's high, swollen...
Smooth, pinkish feet, beautiful white stockings glistening with a thin layer of sweat, and those long, delicate, flawless
Achilles tendons—layers upon layers of tender pink flesh enveloped, sucked, and trampled upon the treacherous tongue. He
kissed her with wet lips, licking every inch of her skin with his tongue, sometimes even sucking each of Esdeath's translucent
toes in turn to satisfy his craving…
“Mmm…ha…ah! Ah…stop…! Don’t lick…there…! Oh…I’m coming
…ah…!”
Esdeath, who had already become accustomed to the fixed heat of her soles, was thrown into disarray by this sudden, overwhelming wave of tingling
pleasure She couldn’t help but sigh softly, her alluring, exquisitely sculpted head swaying involuntarily.
The gushing sweat from her soles had soaked her entire tongue, and Esdeath’s unique queenly fleshy scent filled the air, further arousing
Lister ’s perverse desires.
‘Kill him, kill him!’
As Lister's tongue intensified, Esdeath, though still sighing, gradually
lost her drowsiness. The remaining strength she possessed, though small, was more than enough to kill this weak, perverted man. For
a moment, Esdeath felt victory was assured, but for some reason, she
hesitated , wanting to at least let that annoying tongue complete its predictable but chilling routine
one more time. After all, a man's complete tongue technique only lasted twenty seconds before the cycle began anew.
Thinking this, Esdeath temporarily withdrew her gathered strength, intending to maintain this dreadful position
for a while longer .
But this slight hesitation cost her a chance to escape this hellish paradise.
Lister saw Esdeath's starry eyes half-open, her red lips slightly parted, her muscular back straightening again,
and instead of the fragrant breath, a terrifying curse emanating from her mouth.
He was slightly stunned.
"Her strength has increased?"
Realizing his earlier reckless actions, Lister felt a wave of fear.
Follow the procedure, follow the procedure.
The man added another gleaming ember to the hookah, his fingers deftly twisting at the knuckles to adjust the concentration.
He ensured that the hypnotic hookah, imbued with a weakening curse, could suppress Esdeath's impending awakening.
"Reaching between the toes,"
the man suddenly said, tightly embracing the alluring Esdeath, his lips arrogantly and thirstily pursuing her large feet, which
had already succumbed to instinct. Esdeath had been preparing to enjoy the best of service, but now, with a pause in the rhythm,
that hazy, smoky pleasure would soon cease. Her large feet instinctively lifted, dodging the attack of his tongue. But
unexpectedly Lister took the opportunity to push her up, lifting her smooth ankle, causing Esdeath's just-erect
back to slump back into the depths of the wicker chair. Lister's nose lightly brushed against her smooth, rounded, rosy
soles , inhaling the damp, salty sea air. His breath hit her toes heavily, and his cunning tongue unexpectedly took her
erect, taut big toe into his mouth, roughly tracing a path between her delicate toes.
Lister knew all too well that the big toe was the most nerve-connected part of the sole. He recalled the first
time panicked and taken advantage of Shiluka's furious flying kick, instinctively, perversely, taking her round, jade -like
big toe into his mouth, and the girl's suddenly softened tone.
What did she call me then?
Oh right, "Li...Commander Lister." While sucking Esdeath's sexy big toe, Lister secretly took a little , spreading it evenly on her saliva-soaked soles, patiently smoothing it out, and forcefully allowing it to penetrate every acupoint. " Aa ... Even through her clothes, Lister could see her erect, purple breasts swaying up and down with the electric current. The strength she had gathered evaporated once more in the current flowing from her thumb . Her limbs spread weakly, her free left leg slumped lazily outside the wicker chair, her jade-like legs wide open . Her head was nestled in a hastily woven vortex of long blue hair. With a moan that had already surpassed a single sigh, the Sea Queen now appeared weak and helpless . Esdeath felt as if a venomous snake was flickering beneath her feet, teasing the dense nerve bundles in her thumb, causing her toes to clench and unclench , her instep arching high, her calf tensing to reveal a beautiful curve. Her full thighs would sometimes desperately clench, trying to resist the surging stimulation throughout her body. But soon, with a small climax, they would open again. "Haha ... A subtle itch traveled through the meridians that normally channeled her fighting spirit to her spinal cord and then surged into her brain, forcing her will to yield. "Uh... umm..." Esdeath couldn't bear it and let out an ambiguous moan. Unlike the previous pleasure, this time a feeling of powerless itching enveloped her entire body, as if her body was melting... "Tsk tsk, actually I really wanted to give Lady Jeanne a try with this service." The man knew that the situation was settled. Esdeath felt her mind go blank, and her body convulsed violently. Was it coming again? This time there was no haze or dizziness, only a chaotic pleasure and a mechanical itch. "Uh... ah! Ahhh!" Esdeath cried out in a daze, the violent shaking disorienting her and bringing endless dizziness. For a moment, Esdeath forgot where she was. The thumb? No, Esdeath could no longer discern the source of this pleasure. The endless licking left Esdeath's mind blank. The surge of pleasure just now...

The thought of resistance was almost erased, and what was even more terrifying was the incredible pleasure this feeling brought to her mind… almost addictive
…
“Stop…stop…I…oh ah…” Esdeath felt as if she were in a
tattered little boat, tossed about by the sea of desire. One moment she was forced to dive several meters into the murky depths
, the next she felt as if a bird's talons had seized a vital point, lifting her swiftly to the clouds. But no matter how she tried
to explain, Esdeath sadly discovered that she couldn't intervene at all; even
the beastly instincts that had previously driven her to this abyss had lost control of her body. Esdeath could only be like an ascended spirit,
manipulated at will by the unsolvable master of the red tongue. She could only watch as her beautiful body soared or was cast aside in the sea of lust.
After an unknown amount of time, Esdeath felt a sudden release, a sense of liberation washing over her. Her lower body was immersed in warm, moist fluid
, and she was... "How embarrassing
, Lady Esdeath." "
Haha ... " Aa ... The fabric that had once been the last line of defense for Esdeath's chastity was torn apart by its frenzied owner. Esdeath, now impatient, longed to continue enjoying the services of the red tongue. Sighs and nasal moans blended into beautiful cries of pleasure. Esdeath helplessly shook her wet, fleshy feet, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Clearly, her spirit was on the verge of collapse. "Come on!" Esdeath cried out, "My…feet!!" With each shaking, a throbbing pain spread deep within her lower body. Esdeath felt a large amount of fluid flowing within her surrendered flesh. "Give…me…" "Feet…itch." At this point, Esdeath felt no shame, only a childlike, foolish smile. From sunrise to sunset, from dawn to sleep. Esdeath didn't know how long she had endured this torment. One night? One day? Five days? No, for the queen at this moment, all units of measurement for time had lost their original meaning. When that proud and powerful consciousness returned to her body, it was already a dark night. Esdeath slowly opened her eyes, her gaze blankly fixed for a moment before regaining focus, and her consciousness gradually returned. Her gaze drifted appropriately, recalling the scene before she lost consciousness. "I dealt with a few Byzantine mercenaries, and then walked through the muddy mountains for a while, where I encountered a weak mercenary. And then..." Thinking back on the humiliating scenes that followed, especially when that man looked down at her with a mocking tone, making her loudly beg his red tongue to stay on the soles of her feet, the Queen's face was extremely ugly . "Lister? Kill, no, make him wish he were dead!!!" Cursing the humiliating mercenary viciously, Esdeath began to examine her body . From the time she lost consciousness until now, Esdeath didn't know how much time had passed, but her muscles still ached heavily. Esdeath tried to move her legs, only to realize that her body was completely immobile. She tried to summon the power of ice and snow, but her empty meridians offered no response. Instead, the unpleasant itch from her memories returned. "Ah!" Esdeath sighed again, even though it was just a very slight itch. Damn, this body is ridiculously weak! Esdeath tried looking down again, and her naked body was laid bare before her. Her head, torso , and limbs were firmly secured by iron arms and metal rings. She looked around and realized she was trapped in a cross made of refined iron. A sealed magical barrier surrounded her, airtight. "Finally noticed, Lady Esdeath . " "…Lister!" The figure of the evil mercenary suddenly appeared from the shadows. Esdeath couldn't suppress her hatred; her almost bulging murderous eyes stared intently at Lister. But a slight blush rose in response to the man's unbridled gaze. Esdeath, who had always projected an image of strength, realized that this was the first time a man had seen her naked like this. "What are you going to do with me now?" "Tsk tsk tsk… Europe's golden age will soon arrive. You, Esdeath, will naturally become the vanguard of Byzantium 's expansion. " Esdeath clenched her lips, a contemptuous smile on her face. "You think you can keep me locked up forever? You'd better kill me, Lister, or you'll know what true hell is." The terrifying threat crashed against the inner wall of the magic shield, echoing in the narrow space.

Lister sneered mockingly, "Hmph... The Queen of the Sea is quite resilient, isn't she? The slut
who cried can still say such things?"
Suddenly, countless magical hands emerged from the top of the magic shield, crawling all over Esdeath's body, their
suction cups clinging to her soft skin.
"W-what is this?"
"Relax a little. Just stay still like this, you perverted slut."
"..."
As soon as Lister finished speaking, the magic suction cups began to vibrate slowly. The vibrations flowed through her skin into her bloodstream,
forcibly relaxing Esdeath's muscles.
"Ah, oh...!" A soft, swamp-like sensation overwhelmed Esdeath. A comfortable veil enveloped her chaotic
mind , as if she were soaking in a warm bath. Strange, swaying ripples
spread throughout her body. The suction cups attached to her arms and legs carried a weak electric current, stimulating her muscles along with the vibrations.
The tingling, slow, gentle touch gradually eased for Esdeath. Her mood also
began to lighten.
This strange change puzzled Esdeath. Her hatred and tyrannical desires for Lister weakened with the rhythmic improvement
in her mood . She tried to stay alert, but this awareness
grew calmer with time.
A thicker tentacle extended from above the magic shield, stopping in front of Esdeath.
A needle at the tip of the tentacle reached towards Esdeath's red lips, its tiny tip gently dissolving her feeble resistance. Taking advantage of
Esdeath's dazed and careless state, the mechanical rod smoothly entered her mouth.
Two more fleshy arms extended from the tentacle, wrapping around Esdeath's buttocks and
snapping shut with a "snap. "
The temperature of the tentacle immediately became the same as her mouth, and a honey-sweet taste seeped from its surface. With
the secretion of saliva, Esdeath reluctantly drank the secretion. Once absorbed into her stomach, the honey transformed into
a warm , decadent sensation that spread throughout her body, blurring her thoughts. The tentacles continued to vibrate, teasing Esdeath
's tongue. In the blink of an eye, the discomfort of having a foreign object in her
mouth dissipated. Behind the magic shield, a transparent mask resembling a breathing mask was prepared. The mechanical rod
held Esdeath's head in place in her mouth, and the mask used this opportunity to cover her mouth and nose, adjusting the pressure internally
to fit snugly against her face.
"Mmm..." Esdeath made a weak sound, revealing her desire to resist. However, her body,
already at Lister's mercy, was ultimately unable to resist the power of magic.
Unexpectedly, a dark, oily liquid overflowed from beneath her feet. The liquid soaked her bare feet, the moderate
temperature calming her heart slightly. However, when Esdeath caught a glimpse of an approaching
syringe out of the corner of her eye, the alarm bells in her heart rang again.
"Alright, accept this, Esdeath. This essential oil will make you feel like you're in heaven!"
This was the Byzantine secret essential oil that Lister had casually applied while licking Esdeath's thumb
, the real culprit that caused Esdeath's powerful body to quickly succumb.
And this time, Lister had prepared ten times the amount of the previous one!
Soon, the tip of the tentacle pierced Esdeath's neck. The essential oil in the syringe
flowed into Esdeath's body in an instant through the ultra-fine needle that wouldn't harm her skin. Finally, the injection site was temporarily filled with
the high-performance magic potion and healed without any damage.
A floating sensation, as if the world had turned upside down, swept over her from head to toe. The intense dizziness caused Esdeath to unconsciously
succumb to the surrounding tentacles. The oily liquid had risen to her knees. Her trembling knees
rippled on the surface of the solution.
The dripping sound echoed within the magic shield. What was that sound? Esdeath quickly
realized . It was the tenderness overflowing from between her thighs. A surge of intense passion coursed through her body, and shameful thoughts gnawed at
Esdeath 's mind. Her feverish face began to flush crimson , trembling and shaking with disordered breathing . "Haha ...
Two more tentacles emerged from her feet, unfolding into two protruding tips. The demonic hand gripping her thighs pulled apart, the tentacles firmly seizing her ankles. Esdeath was once again in the same position as when she had been hypnotized by Lister and slumped in the wicker chair during the day. Understanding what this meant , Esdeath let out a mournful cry from deep within her throat. The tentacles, shimmering with a black luster from the essential oil, approached her crotch. The tips of the protrusions pressed against corresponding acupoints on the soles of her feet, and a nameless fear made Esdeath shrink back as far as she could. "Ughhhhhhh—ugh ... Her body, already soaked in love fluids and essential oils, defied Esdeath's will, her feet quickly succumbing to the tentacles. Although she still felt disgust towards the intruding foreign object, Esdeath's body was enveloped by an exhaustion . Esdeath bit down hard on the tentacle in her mouth. A gurgling sound , like her heart bursting, echoed incessantly, her blood rushing faster. The tentacles explored deeper, and Esdeath struggled to twist her body, futilely suppressing her sensations. Although her thighs continued to move desperately, the tentacles persisted. And the deeper they went, the greater the pleasure within her increased proportionally. " Ugh... ugh ...

A jolt, like being struck by a hammer, assaulted Esdeath's body. Tentacles
stretched and contracted irregularly, circling and manipulating her sensitive feet. Her body, burning with desire under the influence of the drug,
reacted like a female warrior captivated by a nobleman's skillful touch, joyfully receiving the stimulation. Her mind
flickered like a broken fluorescent light in a room.
A sense of unease, as if her heart was about to break, relentlessly assaulted Esdeath. Suddenly, a chaotic reflection appeared before her wide
-open eyes. Images shimmering with seven colors spun slowly like a carousel.
In the distance, something dark and misty appeared inexplicably. The next instant, it rapidly closed
the distance, unfolding before her eyes, expanding outwards from the center.
Upon seeing the reflection, Esdeath could no longer close her eyes. The image seemed to
suck in her soul; rainbows pierced her pupils and projected into her brain. Her gaze remained fixed,
unwavering . Having lost the freedom of her body, she was now unable to resist external stimuli.
Her mind was like melted jam, incapable of thought. But the very act of not thinking
was enough to make her feel good. Her body, soaked in the flowing mucus, touched something she hadn't noticed before
, and her previously clouded vision suddenly brightened. Refocusing her scattered gaze, she
realized it was a recurring image and voice.
A young woman appeared before her. She had long, flowing hair, swaying her muscular body seductively, and
offering a shy smile to a handsome man. It was Liszt's sweet, almost honey-sweet voice
whispering in her ear. The man cast an inviting glance, clutching his ankle, revealing a barely audible, cold laugh.
With each movement, her glossy, lustrous hair cascaded down her sides. Esdeath's eyes widened as
she observed her face; the more she looked, the more she felt the image was identical to her own.
A burning heat surged within her.
Esdeath began to suspect that the woman was herself. The woman reacted with arousal as Lister touched every
pressure point , experiencing a simultaneous sense of pleasure. The blonde girl beside Lister
smiled silently, her expression suggestive. Her ardent gaze held a hint of contempt, humiliating Esdeath yet simultaneously
providing a perverse thrill. Looking down, she saw her feet involuntarily reaching for the man's tongue,
teasingly stepping on his face. She could hear warm sounds emanating from the bottom of her own abdomen.
Then, in the next instant, the scene shifted to her being licked and violated by Lister. But she offered
no resistance, instead actively responding, offering her body. This surprised even herself. The movements
grew more intense, and Esdeath's heart pounded violently. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body
interrupted , infusing her mind with a sense of indulgence.
Ominous reflections and indulgent thoughts were absorbed by Esdeath's heart. Her former values
gradually faded, and new ideas took their place.
—Everything for Byzantium
—this thought began to surface in Esdeath's mind.
—Everything for Commander Liszt—
thinking of these words, Esdeath was enveloped in happiness.
The desire to serve that evil man summoned her, causing an indescribable pulsation throughout her body.
Completely exposing her inner self, surrendering her body to her opponent. This thought lingered, relentlessly, bringing peace to her
unstable emotions.
Esdeath's heart opened to its limit.
The ruthless heart to kill enemies.
The warmth of being cared for by Liszt—
new values permeated her body and soul, and loyalty to serve him filled the once-frozen ground.
These messages were engraved word for word into the depths of Esdeath's soul, and her arrogant soul gradually became tinged with the color of
desire . Her body, which should have fought for herself and Venice, was transformed into a servant of the East. Despite
experiencing the feeling of submitting to others, Esdeath's heart was filled with joy.
After a long while, a blue light soared high into the sky, and the magical barrier suddenly vanished. The gentle, jade-like little
mercenary looked down at her.
Esdeath returned the gaze with loving eyes.
"Hey, Esdeath-chan, can you tell me the whereabouts of Rodin VII?"
"Mmm." His once perpetually icy face warmed like spring, his gentle tone like whispering sweet nothings to his
closest lover.
"The Queen of the Venice Navy is dead." His handsome and kind lover suddenly interjected.
"Huh?" Esdeath tilted her head, revealing a girlish charm.
"It's nothing, after all, it's the Girl Knights."

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