Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 3, Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: A City in Turmoil

The Duke's Mansion was quite lively today, with uninvited guests arriving one after another. Although I didn't want to admit they were all there for me, after much thought, it couldn't possibly be creditors chasing after Uncle Fu for gambling debts, or lecherous men lusting after Ah Xue's beauty.

There were too many grudges, and being bullied like this was unavoidable, but if anyone thought I would swallow my anger and remain silent, they would be sorely mistaken. Ah Xue didn't understand this, which is why she ran outside without a second thought to support the battle on the front lines.

I didn't care what those old fogies would do; they knew I was in danger, yet they pretended to be dead. Even if they were skinned alive by the enemy, it would be their just deserts. The reason I sent Ah Xue was simply because I didn't want any irrelevant people getting in the way, especially that silly girl who still had sympathy for the enemy.

Ah Xue took Violet away, which made things much easier for me. I took a deep breath, swallowed two homemade pills with tea to regain my energy, took a magic pouch from the cabinet, hung it on my waist, and walked out of the room to Bianca, who was still struggling to get up. Seeing her clutching her abdomen, I deduced she had broken a rib.

That must have been from the series of bee stings earlier; the intense and dense impacts, even with armor, were enough to break bones. As for Ah Xue's sealing sword attack, it wasn't a physical entity, but a highly concentrated energy body. Although it pierced through Bianca's body and disappeared, it didn't cause any real damage; even her armor wasn't broken. It simply sealed her energy channels, like acupoint striking in martial arts, depriving her of mobility.

Dark magic, the stronger it is, the more destructive it is. If you try to suppress it, you have to use your own body to bear part of the power. That silly girl Ah Xue always does this kind of foolish thing, which is why she always ends up killing a thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of her own.

Bianca's energy was restricted, leaving her barely able to stand. Despite this, her spirit remained high. Her fierce, shouting rebukes reminded me of Yu Hong, especially the moment I removed her helmet, letting her flowing brown hair reveal her beautiful, flower-like face. Her fiery eyes, blazing with anger and hatred, made my heart leap.

"Traitor, kill me if you want, but the sins you bear will one day bring retribution. Elven knights will surely seek revenge, making your death a gruesome one."

The girl's soul, fueled by her unwavering will, shone with an intensely beautiful light. Such radiant life was almost painfully dazzling to my eyes. I'm not a ruthless killer who enjoys destroying women, but she came to me willingly; I had no reason to let her go. Besides, since she came with some kind of premonition, wouldn't it be unfair to let her return unharmed?

“Miss Bianca, I regret that you harbor such deep prejudice against me. In truth, when two nations wage war, each serves its own master, and casualties are inevitable. You seek revenge against me for General Job's death, so shouldn't the soldiers of my country who died at your hands also seek revenge against you?”

I smiled maliciously, reaching out to stroke the girl's smooth facial skin. To my surprise, this fiery little firecracker even tried to bite me, but thankfully she withdrew her hand quickly.

“If it were a fair fight, my brother's defeat at your hands would be due to our lack of skill. But you used such despicable means to frame my brother and bring disgrace upon my clan. I... I absolutely will not... What are you doing?”

The elven girl's angry accusation abruptly turned into a scream, but the sound quickly stopped. I took two medicinal needles from my pouch at my waist and inserted them into Bianca's acupoints. Combined with the meridian-locking effect of the sealing sword, she was unable to move any part of her body except her eyes.

“Miss Bianca’s courage is truly admirable. However, women who enter the Farrell family are never to leave. If we let you go so easily, what will become of the Farrell family’s reputation? Perhaps we’ll have to leave something on Miss Bianca’s beautiful face.”

Beauty is a second life for most beautiful women, and for a young woman like Bianca in the prime of her life, it is naturally even more precious. But after a brief moment of stunned silence, she immediately closed her eyes, raised her head, and adopted a resolute expression of acceptance.

Even without seeing her eyes, Bianca’s demeanor remained proud and self-respecting, showing not a trace of fear to her enemy, like a national hero standing proudly on the gallows, facing the cruel fate that was about to befall her.

To the elves of Solancia, Bianca was indeed a national hero now. If those elven officers saw her, they might even salute her. However, seeing this scene, I only felt desire, an extreme desire to humiliate her mercilessly. If my thoughts shared anything with the Solancia people, it was that my lower body also had a need to bow down in salute.

"Fearless in the face of death, what remarkable chivalry! Are your companions rushing in from outside? They will be proud of you."

Enough with the nonsense, my eager desire had reached the point where I couldn't hold back.

If I could, I really wanted to take this little firecracker right there and then, to fuck her hard all night, to let her know what it meant to be arrogant. If I were to do that, then what I should do now is, regardless of foreplay or afterplay, just tear off her pants and take her virginity immediately. Because throughout history, too many heroes have spent too much time creating the mood when it's time to rape her, only to be ambushed and killed by someone who gets in their way when they're finally about to get down to business. They died before they even got started, leaving us with endless tears.

Unfortunately, even if I could disregard the success or failure of the peace talks, I couldn't ignore the existence of Renfell.

This elven prince, skilled in both literature and martial arts, was a formidable and ruthless character whom no one dared to underestimate. I could humiliate him, but I couldn't allow him to become my mortal enemy. Today, Bianca broke into my house to assassinate me; they were in the wrong first. A minor punishment was acceptable, provided she didn't lose her virginity.

And the greatest humiliation I could inflict on her without destroying her virginity was this…

"Sheen betrayed his country and committed treason. Because he personally gave the order, the 300,000-strong elven army was poisoned first, then almost wiped out. As a result, your entire family has been discriminated against. You hate me so much, treating me like your father's killer, just to wash away the shame of your brother being a traitor, right?"

With her brother's killer's genitals in her mouth, Bianca glared at me angrily, as if to say, "My brother isn't a traitor." "That's right, but the problem is, who else knows? Besides your other brother, Lunfiel, who else believes you? Will your own people believe you? It's useless. I'll tell you the truth, your brother Job really is a traitor. He first took 30,000 gold coins from me, agreeing that as long as Martin Fortress fell, my father would pass on the Xuanwu to him." His true skill transformed him into a peerless master. However, he was a foolish thief; he never expected someone to take the goods and not pay, and thus lost his head in a muddle-headed way. But I was loyal enough to treat him as an enemy and display his head publicly, at least his family could receive a pension. Did you get it? You haven't spent it all, have you? Damn it, I should have gotten my share.”

After telling a string of lies, I sighed, “Alas, this world is just, the cycle of karma is inescapable, retribution is swift. This story tells us… those who betray their country will never have a good end; not only will they be beheaded, but even in death, their sisters will be forced to perform oral sex on their allies.”

As I spoke the last sentence, the elven girl's eyes, filled with grief and indignation, finally shed their first tear since her capture.

That tear was so crystal clear, precisely representing the girl's purity.

Witnessing that tear fall, I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. It wasn't out of pity, but because the feeling of the smooth tongue rubbing against the penis was simply too wonderful. Most of the penis was enveloped in the warm mouth, and the pleasure was like ascending to heaven.

"Want to cry? I'm the one who feels helpless. There are always fools who think that a fair duel on the battlefield is the only glorious thing. But the enemy's martial arts are so high, and mine are so poor. Forcing me into a duel, is that fair? You came to assassinate me wearing that high-protection thing, what kind of fair duel is that? The bastard who sent me to die on the battlefield, why aren't you being fair to me? If word gets out that I'm messing with you like this, I'll be hailed as a national hero. Is that fair to you?"

He continued with a series of questions, and towards the end, he unconsciously became somewhat arrogant. His voice sounded like a wild laugh, or a howl, which, against the backdrop of the increasingly intense fighting in the distance, sounded extremely arrogant.

I had Bianca's tender lips hold my penis, making piston-like movements, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. After a while, saliva naturally secreted from her mouth, making a "sizzling" sound with each thrust.

"Hey slut, think about this when you get back. While justice prevails in this world, it's not as simple as you think."

I pressed the tip of my penis against her throat, then abruptly withdrew it to her soft lips. The hot, tingling, and numb sensations gathered like a thick cloud, intensifying my excitement. I felt like I was floating on clouds, waves of exhilarating passion surging between my legs.

The girl's expression was one of shame and indignation. She tried desperately to hold back her tears, clinging to the last shred of her knightly dignity. But her refusal to blink, her attempt to avoid tears, forced Bianca to open her starry eyes wide, the entire process of her humiliation etched into her eyes and heart without reservation. Her eyes, filled with shame and hatred, held a cold pride that refused to yield even in the face of humiliation—somewhat like Yu Hong, yet even more like Leng Linglan. This association gave me immense excitement.

"Mmm, fucking amazing, that was so good, Chili Pepper, get ready to open your mouth wide!"

With a roar, I gripped Bianca's chin, pulling her brown hair with my other hand, forcing my penis deep inside, rubbing against her tender tongue, and violently ejaculating my white semen deep into her throat.

In that instant, Bianca, struggling to breathe, almost rolled her eyes back, letting out a helpless moan and scream, but it was immediately choked down into a soft whimper.

The feeling of ejaculation was so pleasurable that my legs were trembling. Finally remembering my main target, I quickly pulled out my penis and sprayed my semen all over the elven girl's face. To further express the conqueror's pleasure, I deliberately shook my penis, letting the thick white semen spray everywhere, splashing onto her small mouth, delicate nose, long eyelashes, and brown hair, all stained with male filth.

When I finished ejaculating, I wiped my penis on Bianca's face, using her soft cheek as a cloth, wiping her twice before putting it back in my pants. At this moment, Bianca's eyes showed no sadness or humiliation, but were empty, as if staring straight ahead, yet seeing nothing at all. She simply kept her mouth open, letting the semen slowly flow down her face, ignorantly and helplessly enduring the shame.

I felt very satisfied. Bianca's expression was very satisfying, as if what I had violated was not just her cherry lips, but also her beliefs, pride, and self-esteem, all of which had been trampled away.

"You little slut, you're really lucky. In the past, no woman who entered the Farrell family ever left without losing something. Now you not only haven't lost anything, but you've also taken home a gift. You should be thanking me every night in your dreams."

As I spoke, I pulled out the silver needles, closed Bianca's mouth, picked up the helmet from the ground, and helped her put it back on. Throughout the entire process, she offered no resistance, made no movement, and was manipulated by me like a puppet.

If it weren't for my reservations, I would have liked to keep her and have my way with her, but now I could only pick her up and hand her back to her own people.

When I arrived at the front yard, I was truly shocked. There, swords flashed and a fierce battle raged. Lunfiel was indeed a formidable character, fighting four against one, battling alongside Uncle Fu and three other old thieves.

I had suspected before that these old thieves in the house had another face I didn't know, besides the one I usually saw, and now it was confirmed.

These damned old bastards, who usually groaned and sighed even after taking a few steps, were now not only sharp-eyed and quick-handed, but also incredibly powerful and vigorous. Their offense, defense, and retreat were all perfectly executed, their palms carrying the sound of wind and thunder. Some of them would even suddenly have their hands grow to twice their size, blood red and foul-smelling, using the forbidden martial art of Ishtar, the Red-feathered Bird Hand.

Renfell was quite formidable. Although he lacked sacred armor, his mastery of both martial arts and magic was perfectly embodied in him. Wherever his longsword went, none could withstand it, and someone was sure to be wounded. He casually wielded elemental magic, and his speed and power far surpassed Bianca's. He was a perfect blend of offense and defense, practically the epitome of a magic knight.

If it were a one-on-one fight, or even a one-on-two fight, Renfell would likely have already won. However, facing four opponents simultaneously, the elven prince was struggling, barely managing a draw and unable to break through their blockade. Not far away, besides Ah Xue who was hiding and watching, there were three old thieves slowly sweeping the floor, providing cover. If a full-scale conflict were to break out, I believed the elven prince wouldn't be able to leave this mansion.

To quell the situation, I stepped in to stop it and returned Bianca to her brother, allowing the already wounded Renfell to carry her.

Seeing that Bianca's armor was intact and her clothes were neat, and hearing my repeated assurances that Bianca was unharmed, not even a hair missing, Renfell became more polite, offering a few words of apology and admiration for the hidden talents in this place before leaving.

This prince probably wasn't a lecherous man, otherwise he would have questioned the strange, fishy smell emanating from under Bianca's helmet.

After seeing off the uninvited guests, I first embraced Ah Xue, who rushed over, and then began questioning those slow-moving old thieves about why they hadn't made a move when that little bitch came to assassinate them, like turtles hiding in their shells.

Uncle Fu's answer was quite venomous; he said that his grandfather had established a family rule that the Farrell family's defenses only protected men, not women, so if there were female intruders, they would simply pretend they hadn't seen them.

“However, we old servants also know how to atone for our sins and do something for the young master. If we hadn’t stopped that man for so long, how could that elf lady have smelled so strongly of chestnuts?”

Uncle Fu finished speaking and raised his head…

In that instant, I saw another face of Uncle Fu… an extremely lewd smile.

The night was turbulent, but thankfully, it ended without serious incident. The next morning, when I left the manor and found Mao Yan’an, preparing to go out for breakfast, I suddenly saw a large crowd on the road, making a great commotion, as if something big had happened.

“What’s wrong? Have the two mysterious beauties of Sara been found? Or…”

The soldiers driving my carriage whispered among themselves. I told them to go and ask around, and to clear a path for us. A short while later, they came running back in a panic, holding a piece of paper in their hands, their faces pale, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"What the hell? Why are you so panicked? Have the Ishtar people invaded your home?"

I took the piece of paper, and instantly felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. The hairs on my body stood on end, and cold sweat immediately dripped from my brow.

This piece of paper, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, was now circulating throughout Sara City. It was full of pictures and text, telling the same story, with a prominent headline at the top:

"The First Lady's True Colors Revealed: The Queen's Monthly Orgy Party!"

In Alibuda, the so-called media were merely the mouthpiece of the government, a facade for the Golden Flower Federation, showing that we listened to public opinion and didn't monopolize information, thus proving we were good friends of the Golden Flower Federation.

However, everyone knew that these so-called "private" small and medium-sized newspapers were funded by royalty, the extremely wealthy and powerful. Anyone who dared to speak out against the current political situation or slander the royal family would likely face a fate that would make him green with envy.

But it's different in the Golden Flower Federation. Having grown up in a totalitarian regime, I probably will never understand what benefit the ruling class would receive from guaranteeing some kind of freedom of speech. But the people in that country are all idiots; they enacted a bunch of laws guaranteeing freedom of speech for everyone, and the price they paid was this scene.

I don't know who did it, but according to the Royal Guard's investigation, around dawn this morning, thousands upon thousands of sheets of paper suddenly rained down from the sky, scattering like snowflakes across several corners of Sara City.

If they had fallen in front of the palace or newspaper offices, it wouldn't have been so bad, but a large portion was scattered in brothels, working-class areas, and slums—places with chaotic crowds and dense populations. With over ten thousand sheets scattered like this, rumors spread ten times faster than a flood.

The leaflet, using subtle yet vicious language, described the First Lady of a certain major power as outwardly virtuous and noble, but inwardly promiscuous and filthy. It alleged that every full moon night, she would host lewd orgys in the basement of her official residence, allowing the wealthy, powerful, and clergy to indulge in unrestrained revelry, making political deals in a decadent atmosphere.

Even worse, it described the First Lady as a subterranean queen, ruling over the crowds, with countless arrogant politicians and businessmen groveling before her like dogs, taking pride in licking her feet, kissing her fingers, and having her whip them hard on the back.

Compared to this, the descriptions subtly implying that the head of state was impotent and had lost all dignity as a man seemed insignificant.

The leaflets didn't name names, but the vivid descriptions made it clear to anyone with a modicum of intelligence. The term "First Lady" was particularly peculiar; aside from the Golden Flower Federation, most countries used terms like "Empress," "Consort," "Lady," or even "Dog Slave."

I... it's hard to describe how I feel right now, but it's definitely not a pleasant emotion. Phoenix's words, like a venomous snake, are gnawing at my heart again.

Phoenix had said the same things on those leaflets, and I'd heard confirmation from Yueying. However, during my time with Yueying, I deliberately avoided bringing it up, repeatedly telling myself it was all a misunderstanding, that I'd been manipulated by the devil and fooled. Yueying's reactions in bed, while sensitive, passionate, and uninhibited, were certainly not signs of experience.

But... despite my efforts to convince myself, a voice inside me mocked my self-deception, because that night, Yueying herself had admitted to the truth.

"...Rumors travel faster than arrows shot by elves..."

"I'm a promiscuous woman who throws orgies every month!"

Especially when she spoke, the gloomy expression on her face, as if shrouded in dark clouds, made me, based on experience, able to confirm the truth of these words, leaving me with no way to refute them. And when I looked at the explicit descriptions on these flyers, an overwhelming anger and grief burned from my chest to my head.

Only at this moment did I realize that I, like any normal man, couldn't stand this kind of thing. No matter why it happened, no matter what the reason, as long as it really happened, I...couldn't bear it!

Anger rose from within, and I tore the flyers in my hand to shreds, but I couldn't suppress the rage that was about to explode in my chest. But looking up, there were hundreds or thousands of flyers in the hands of the people on the street. How could I possibly tear up so many? Even though I tore up all the flyers, the expressions on people's faces when the Royal Guard soldiers demanded they hand them over told me that although the flyers were destroyed, the words on them were firmly imprinted in their minds.

(Who did this? Could it be...?

The first person that came to mind was Phoenix, that female demon. Because what she said last night, especially emphasizing the trial that would show results today, perfectly matched the current situation.

(Damn it, I didn't ask you to actually do this... No, even if I said it was a demon's trick, no one would believe me. I have to change the focus immediately. The most likely scapegoat is...)

With a sudden thought, I threw the shredded paper in my hand and started cursing.

"Disgusting! The Ishtar people are truly despicable and shameless, resorting to such methods after the assassination!"

The Ishtar people would certainly deny it outright, but thousands upon thousands of leaflets suddenly appearing over Sara like snowflakes couldn't have been done without a large number of powerful mages casting spells. If the "female demon's influence" explanation couldn't be convincing, the best strategy was to pin the blame on the Ishtar people, especially since they were already heavily involved.

My outburst sparked a flurry of discussion among the nearby people, all saying that if this scandal harmed the Golden Flower Federation, Ishtar would be the direct beneficiary. None of the many countries gathered in Sara believed that Ishtar was unrelated to this matter, and even the Ishtar people themselves probably didn't believe it...

"Damn it... Come on, uncle, let's go find the Ishtar people and demand justice, let's rape and kill Narcissas first, and vent our anger."

I put on a great show, and besides, I had wanted to do something to vent my frustration anyway. With a shout, I pulled Mao Yan'an back onto the carriage.

"Oh, I have no objection, but when did you become so bold, my dear nephew? Are you really going to rape and then kill the Witch Ishtar?"

"Even if I can't, I at least have to say something, make an appearance, otherwise how will you know I'm furious?"

"Hmm, that's true."

Mao Yan'an said, "But after you saw this news, my dear nephew, did you realize you missed something fun while you were drinking soup? Shouldn't you make up for it as soon as possible?"

I was burning with anger. If I weren't worried about attracting attention, I would have really wanted to strangle this depraved middle-aged man. But right now, there's only one thing I can do: minimize the impact of this matter as much as possible.

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