Dragon Envoy Side Story

Dragon Knights 2 Episode

1 Chapter 1 From the Past Origin
: Our protagonist is incredibly nervous today because it's Moria's due date; twelve years have passed, and this is the day.
Although Sylvia once said that Moria would give birth to a "dragon-man" with a human appearance, who knows? Moria might just lay another egg for her.
Just then, a flurry of activity came from the bedroom, followed by the loud, powerful cry of a baby.
"Has it been born? Has it been born?"
Our protagonist anxiously awaited news, itching to rush into the bedroom.
"Master! Master!"
At that moment, Leonie rushed out of the bedroom. "Sister Moria gave birth to a boy!"
"A boy? Really?"
Our protagonist has finally become a father, poor thing.
The protagonist hurried into the bedroom and saw Sylvia holding and comforting a baby; Moria lay on the bed, looking tired but still in good spirits.
"Are you alright, wife?"
The protagonist went to the bedside first and kissed the woman who had carried his child for twelve years.
"I'm fine, Master."
Moria smiled and kissed the protagonist back.
"Look, Fritz, where's your son?"
Sylvia handed the baby boy she was holding to the protagonist. "He's quite a handsome little guy."
"Really?"
Our protagonist had lived for so long (seventy or eighty years, perhaps?), and this was the first time he had ever held a child, especially his own precious son. His nervousness was unimaginable.
The protagonist carefully took the baby from Sylvia and held him close to his chest, examining him closely.
"Hmm, he looks a lot like me," the protagonist murmured
to himself, looking at the baby boy who had just stopped crying after Sylvia had soothed him. The protagonist reached out and teased his son with his finger. "Giggle...giggle..." The baby laughed ,
amused by the protagonist. Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning struck. "Wa ... "I didn't expect this child to have such strong lightning elemental power from birth." "Thank goodness." Our protagonist panted. Although our protagonist already had 99% defense against lightning, the high-voltage electricity released by his son was lightning energy with an intensity comparable to dragon energy, still making the protagonist scream. " What should we name this child?" Sylvia looked at the child in her arms, finding him more and more adorable, and couldn't help but reach out to tease him . "Since he's so good at generating electricity, let's call him Blitz ..." Just then, another burst of high-voltage lightning flashed. " Eee ... After the ancient holy dragon awakened, there was no longer any need to select the next generation of Silver Dragon Saintesses. However, when the legendary Dragon God appeared before the Silver Dragons and instructed them to "personally" select the next Silver Dragon Saintesse, all the Silver Dragons on the continent immediately gathered at the holy land, awaiting the Dragon God's personal selection of the twenty-fourth generation Silver Dragon Saintesse. For the chosen Silver Dragon maiden, being "personally selected by the Dragon God" was the highest honor; after all, apart from the first generation Saintesse, who was personally selected by the Dragon God, all other Silver Dragon Saintesses were chosen by the elders. The Silver Dragons surrounded the Holy Dragon Altar, while seven Silver Dragon maidens, aged between seventy and one hundred and fifty, transformed into human form and stood in a line before the Holy Dragon Altar, awaiting the Dragon God's descent. The moment of the Dragon God's descent was approaching. As the Holy Dragon Altar began to glow faintly, all the Silver Dragons lowered their heads, and the seven Silver Dragon maidens knelt on one knee, their hands clasped in front of their chests, awaiting the Dragon God's appearance. Suddenly, the Holy Dragon Altar emitted a brilliant flash, which then transformed into countless fireflies that scattered in all directions. At the center of the swarm of lights, the Dragon God, now in human form with wings gleaming with diamond-like luster, appeared on the altar, accompanied by the ancient Holy Dragon, also in human form, and the previous generation's Silver Dragon Saintess. "No need for formalities," the Dragon God's clear voice rang out. "Everyone, rise." The silver dragons, who had been bowing their heads, dared to raise them now, gazing with reverence at the Dragon God and the ancient Holy Dragon as they descended from the altar and walked towards the seven silver dragon maidens in human form. Although the seven candidate saintesses had stood up when the Dragon God spoke, when he reached them, they once again clasped their hands in front of their chests, knelt on one knee, and held their breath, awaiting the Dragon God's selection of the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess. The Dragon God smiled and slowly walked past the seven silver dragon maidens, choosing his preferred candidate. Fang Siqini was only seventy-three years old this year, and originally she was not qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess—dragons usually only gain the ability to transform into human form after the age of eighty, so dragons under eighty years old who could not transform into human form were naturally not qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess. However, Fang Siqini's ambition since childhood was to become the next Silver Dragon Saintess, so while other young silver dragons were still carefree playing and enjoying their childhood, Fang Siqini was undergoing rigorous self-cultivation. As a result, Fang Siqini gained the ability to transform into human form earlier than other dragons and qualified to participate in the selection of the Silver Dragon Saintess. When the Dragon God walked in front of the seven kneeling candidates for Saintess, Fang Siqini felt her heart beating very fast—the previous Saintess had only recently come of age, and according to past practice, the next Saintess was usually selected only after the previous Saintess had turned three hundred years old. If things proceeded as usual, Francine was confident she could prepare herself and defeat the other candidates to stand out as the Holy Maiden. However, choosing a Holy Maiden so early meant that Francine had only recently gained the ability to transform into human form, and her preparation in other areas was severely lacking—such as magical abilities, which require time to accumulate and cultivate. Although, for a seventy-year-old silver dragon, Francine's magical abilities were arguably top-notch, among the seven candidates, she was likely the weakest in magical ability. Even more unexpectedly for Francine was that this time, the Dragon God himself would be choosing the twenty-fourth Holy Maiden, instead of the elders as in the past; this meant the chosen Holy Maiden would not only be from the 'Silver Dragon Clan'. The Holy Maiden chosen by the Dragon God would essentially be the Holy Maiden of all dragons! After all, there are so many dragons on the continent, and each dragon race has its own elders. So, the saintess chosen by the elders is basically only meaningful to the dragons of that race. But there is only one Dragon God, and the glory of being chosen by the Dragon God is absolutely incomparable to the glory of being chosen by the elders of the Silver Dragon race! The glory is so lofty, but her preparations are so inadequate, so she is afraid that the chances of being chosen are not very high. This makes it hard for Fang Siqini, who is determined to become a saintess, not to be nervous.

A pair of slender, white feet in glass high heels stopped in front of Fang Siqini. Fang Siqini knew that the Dragon God was looking at her, and her heart was filled with excitement. Although she tried her best to control her excitement, her thin shoulders still trembled slightly.
"Fang Siqini, stand up."
The Dragon God's voice came down from above Fang Siqini's head like an angel's. "Let me take a good look at you."
"Y-yes!"
Unexpectedly, the Dragon God only 'casually looked' at the six saintesses in front of her, but instead showed her special favor and asked her to stand up so that he could 'take a closer look'. Fang Siqini was extremely excited and almost sprang up from the ground, standing up straight in an instant, her eyes meeting the Dragon God's kind (?) eyes.
"Hmm, this child is very spirited."
Seeing the undisguised excitement on Fang Siqini's face, the Dragon God smiled slightly. "What do you think?"
"Generally not bad."
Following behind the Dragon God to the left, the ancient holy dragon, Kettri, glanced at Fang Siqin a few times. "It's just that her breasts are a bit too small; I'm afraid they won't be attractive enough."
Huh? Too small breasts?
Hearing the ancient holy dragon's comment about her human form, Fang Siqin almost had the urge to cover her chest with her hands.
Although Fang Siqin knew that appearance in human form was a crucial criterion in the selection of past Silver Dragon Saintesses, and she had indeed put in a lot of effort in this regard—spending over a decade traveling to all the elven settlements on the northern continent, specifically seeking out elven girls generally considered 'beautiful' and 'observing' their naked bodies to find the most 'ideal' 'figure'; she never expected that all her efforts would still be deemed 'too small breasts' by the ancient holy dragon? " Well…
Anyway, 'he' is still young, he probably won't pay too much attention to this, right?"
Leoni, the former Saintess who was following behind the Dragon God on the right, still wearing the silver feather of the Silver Dragon Saintess's mark on her right ear, smiled wryly. "Besides, Fang Siqin will grow up, and she'll have a chance to improve her appearance later."
Hearing the previous Saintess speak up for her, Fang Siqin really wanted to hug the former Saintess and give her a thank-you kiss; however, Fang Siqin couldn't help but secretly glance at the former Saintess's chest, uh… her own chest seemed really 'too small'…
"In that case, I have no objection."
The ancient Holy Dragon shrugged.
"Alright, it's decided on this girl."
The Dragon God said.
It… it's decided on this girl? Could it be that she was chosen and became the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess? Fang Siqin couldn't believe her ears, her heart pounding wildly.
However, when Leoni removed the silver feather from her right ear, the one that symbolized her identity as the Silver Dragon Saintess, and personally placed the silver feather earring on Francine, Francine finally confirmed her new identity.
"Thank you! Thank you, Dragon God!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Francine knelt and bowed to the Dragon God.
"No need for formalities, rise; from today onwards, your name in human form will be 'Little Silver Bell,' understand?"
The Dragon God smiled and personally helped Francine up. "Furthermore, I have a task for you to carry out."
"Yes, yes!"
To have the Dragon God personally help her up, Francine... oh, now she is 'Little Silver Bell'; Little Silver Bell was incredibly excited, feeling that the time she could have spent playing as a child, spent on diligent training, had now been rewarded a thousandfold.
"Whatever the Dragon God's task may be, I will do my utmost to accomplish it!"
Hearing Little Silver Bell's spirited reply, the Dragon God seemed quite pleased and smiled, nodding. However, Little Silver Bell noticed that the ancient holy dragon, Caetris, seemed to purse her lips, displaying a rather dismissive expression, while the former saintess, Lyonna, looked at her with pity—yes, pity.
Strange, why did the ancient holy dragon and the former saintess have such strange expressions? Was there something particularly "difficult" about the task the Dragon God had given her? Little Silver Bell was curious, but at this moment, she didn't want to dwell on such things. After all, she was the saintess personally chosen by the only god of the entire dragon race—the Dragon God—the most outstanding saintess of the entire dragon race. No matter how difficult the task, Little Silver Bell was confident she could overcome it.
After all, she was the most outstanding saintess of the "entire dragon race," the Silver Dragon Saintess personally chosen by the Dragon God, wasn't she?
In the desolate southwestern desert lies a barren, rocky canyon called "Dragon Valley." Those living "near" Dragon Valley know that one should never approach it unnecessarily, and even if there's a reason, it's best to stay away. Firstly, reaching Dragon Valley requires traversing a vast desert surrounding it, where a single misstep could lead to getting lost and never finding one again. Even if one manages to reach Dragon Valley, entry is impossible. This is because Dragon Valley is inhabited by numerous golden dragons, who dislike being disturbed. Therefore, the golden dragons guarding the entrance politely "ask" those wishing to enter to leave.
While the golden dragons don't physically harm the visitors, they simply politely ask them to leave. Consider this: after spending so much time and effort to finally reach the entrance, only to be turned away by the guarding golden dragons and unable to enter, who would willingly invest so much time and risk so much just to be rebuffed?
Even those who are genuinely curious and simply want to see what the Golden Dragon looks like almost always leave disappointed. This is because the Golden Dragon, responsible for guarding the valley entrance, avoids trouble by not revealing itself from its hiding place to speak with visitors. Instead, it uses telepathy to send a message 'requesting' visitors to leave into their minds. Therefore, even if a visitor simply wants to see what the Golden Dragon looks like, they won't even see a single golden lizard in Dragon Valley, let alone a Golden Dragon.
As for those crazy people who want to capture the Golden Dragon to make a fortune—they do exist, and such pitiful individuals do exist; even those who have tried to forcibly enter Dragon Valley, where the Golden Dragon resides, have never succeeded.
No one knows exactly how many golden dragons inhabit Dragon Valley, but it's certain that just the dragon guarding the entrance would require at least tens of thousands of people to have any "hope" of defeating it. The sheer volume of food and water needed for such a large force to cross the desert would be a major headache, not to mention that the rest of the golden dragons in Dragon Valley would also come to the gatekeeper's aid. Being overwhelmed by a horde of golden dragons would be a foregone conclusion; even without considering the consequences, everyone knows that humanity's chances of defeating them are extremely slim.
But I digress.
Even though Dragon Valley is such a secluded place, news of the Dragon God's personal descent to the Silver Dragon Clan's sacred land and the selection of the twenty-fourth Silver Dragon Saintess still reached Dragon Valley, sparking much discussion among the golden dragons.
Besides the topic of the Dragon God descending upon the sacred land of the Silver Dragon Clan, there is another rather "interesting" piece of news: a group of ruthless thieves has appeared on the Northern Continent. These thieves rob, rape, and kidnap, committing countless atrocities. However, due to their large numbers and strength, the countries on the Northern Continent are powerless to deal with them and can only allow them to harm the people.
Of course, compared to the attention garnered by the Dragon God's descent to the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, the minor issue of thieves in the Northern Continent held no interest for the Golden Dragons. They merely treated the news as a topic of amusement, letting it pass without taking it seriously. After all, no matter how lawless these thieves were, as long as they weren't trying to sneak into Dragon Valley to steal eggs, the Golden Dragons couldn't be bothered with the infighting among humans—the history of human infighting was so long it was impossible to trace, and after thousands of years of slaughter, humanity showed no signs of extinction, so there was no need to worry.
However, when the news reached the ears of a young Golden Dragon named Besserdon, this dragon, privately described by the other Golden Dragons as having an "excessive sense of justice," became angry.
Besserdon believed that even for humans, with their long history of mutual slaughter, the existence of thieves who harmed their fellow humans was intolerable. If these scoundrels were allowed to run rampant, their misdeeds would eventually corrupt other races on the continent. And the world already had enough evil; less was always better.
Therefore, Besserdon inquired everywhere, hoping someone knew the whereabouts of these northern continental bandits. While most of the golden dragons didn't know, one golden dragon, who had been traveling for a long time and had recently returned to "visit relatives," happened to know information about them.
Having obtained this information, Besserdon immediately set off on his journey to "eliminate evil and purify the world."
In a snow-covered mountain in the north of the continent, the heavy gate of the bandits' stronghold, built of thick timber and iron bars, suddenly burst open. Broken pieces of wood flew everywhere in the billowing dust, startling the nearby bandit sentries who were on guard, who were completely bewildered.
However, when the bandits saw a handsome young man emerge slowly from the dust—a man in a white robe, with shoulder-length, shimmering golden hair and equally piercing golden eyes, carrying a golden staff—they immediately knew what had happened. This young man must be a mage, and the stronghold's gate must have been blasted open by his magic.
Although the bandits knew this young man was "just a mage," they dared not act rashly. The stronghold's heavy gate was so thick that even the mages accompanying the armies of various governments couldn't break it down, yet this young man had breached it; he must be a mage of considerable skill.
It was best to avoid provoke a skilled mage if possible.
However, the bandits couldn't simply let the sorcerer walk into their stronghold so brazenly, especially since he had entered in such a hostile manner by "breaking down the gate." Therefore, under the command of several underlings, the bandits quickly gathered around, almost everyone grabbing bows and arrows or long-range weapons like javelins and throwing knives, cautiously on guard.
Completely oblivious to the tense actions of the large group of bandits around him, the blond young man merely glanced at them indifferently and continued walking slowly.
"Hey!"
One of the underlings blocked the young sorcerer's path with his sword, looking at him with considerable wariness. "What brings you here?"
"Take me to see your leader,"
the young sorcerer said calmly.
"Your name?"
The bandit leader was slightly relieved to hear that the other man was there to see the leader; at least the sorcerer wouldn't be casting spells on him "for the time being." "I'll go and inform the leader."
"I am Besser Dalton."
As Besser Dalton, led by several bandit leaders, entered the main hall of the bandit stronghold, the bandit leaders couldn't help but glance at him. This mage looked so young, but judging from the magical power he possessed—enough to blast open the stronghold's gate—he must be at least a level seven mage, a grand mage. Moreover, he was so handsome. Why had they never heard of such a person on the continent?
Calmly following the leaders to the front, Besser Dalton simply raised his left hand as a 'greeting.
' "Your name is Besser Dalton?"
Despite Besser Dalton's 'rude' behavior, the bandit leaders tolerated it. "What do you want with us?"
"I've heard you bandits have committed countless atrocities on the northern continent. I want you to disband immediately..."
Besser Dalton said slowly, completely unconcerned about the bandits' faces changing instantly. "...And you must immediately surrender to the law enforcement agencies of various countries and accept the legal punishment you deserve."
"Heh heh, you want us to disband immediately and then surrender to the government? Hahaha!"
The bandit leader first sneered, then burst into laughter. "You might as well tell us to slit our own throats! Hahahaha! Disband and then surrender? Are you an idiot? Hehehehe!"
As the bandit leader laughed, the surrounding bandits joined in, their deafening laughter quickly filling the entire hall of the stronghold.
"Slitting your own throat isn't very responsible, but it's an acceptable solution,"
Besser Dalton said slowly, his voice not particularly loud, but the deafening laughter in the stronghold couldn't drown it out. Upon hearing this, the stronghold's hall fell silent for a moment.
"Boy, don't go too far!"
The bandit leader's face twisted with rage. "Even if you're a skilled mage, so what? You think you can make us slit our throats with just a few words? No way! We're all going to die anyway, so we'd rather slit yours first than have us do it!"
With the bandit leader's roar, the bandits gathered in the hall drew their weapons, and the hall was instantly filled with the glint of swords.
"Fine, since you're unwilling to repent and admit your mistakes, then I'll have to do it."
Besser Dalton closed his eyes and slowly raised the golden staff in his right hand, the magic crystal at the tip of the staff already glowing with gathered magic.
"Kill him!"
Seeing Besser Dalton begin to cast his spell, the bandit leader roared. "Don't give him a chance to cast a spell!"
At the bandit leader's command, countless swords and blades rained down on Besser Dalton, accompanied by the incessant twang of bowstrings. Bandits further away aimed their arrows at Dalton, fearing he might cast a spell first; a mage of Dalton's caliber, if he succeeded, would likely kill half the people in the hall instantly.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
With a flick of his left hand, Besser Dalton unleashed a massive torrent of bluish-white lightning, accompanied by chilling crackling sounds, sweeping across the entire hall. Bandits in its path were instantly electrocuted and reduced to charred remains, without even a scream. Simultaneously, the tip of his staff in his right hand released numerous fire elemental eagles that swooped down in all directions. These eagle-shaped fire elements not only incinerated the arrows aimed at Besser Dalton mid-flight but also exploded upon impact with the walls around the hall, engulfing the surrounding bandits in a raging inferno and reducing them to ashes.
One moment, the hall was filled with bandits fiercely attacking Besser Dalton; the next, the ground was littered with charred corpses, and an eerie, deathly silence filled the hall.
Slowly opening his eyes and surveying the now empty hall, Besser Dalton turned and walked slowly towards the exit.
But just as Besser Dalton was about to step out of the hall, a series of crisp claps came from outside. Besser Dalton immediately gripped his staff, on high alert.
"Good, you did very well,"
a clear, melodious female voice rang out, followed by three figures appearing at the hall's entrance.
Besser Dalton was startled at first glance; the two women who appeared later were snow elves, but Besser Dalton could sense a strong dragon aura emanating from them. Those two women must be snow elves transformed from silver dragons, and very likely, they were even legendary ancient holy dragons—otherwise, they wouldn't possess such a powerful dragon aura, something only dragons over a thousand years old could exude.
However, walking ahead of the silver dragons was a woman with translucent, iridescent hair and a pair of diamond-like, shimmering dragon wings on her back—retaining dragon wings while in human form was the legendary holy form of a dragon god appearing in the mortal realm!
Moreover, the dragon aura emanating from the leading woman was no longer just intense; it was a supreme presence, a feeling that made Besser Dalton instinctively want to submit.
The Dragon God—this must be the legendary Dragon God!
"Greetings, Lord Dragon God!"
Without hesitation, Besser Dalton almost instinctively knelt, hands protectively placed in front of him, paying homage to the Dragon God with the etiquette a dragon would show in human form.
"Rise,"
the Dragon God smiled. "You are Besser Dalton, are you?"
"Yes!"
Besser Dalton practically sprang to his feet.
"Very good. I have a favor to ask of you, a very troublesome one!"
The Dragon God maintained his kind (?) smile. "Will you accept?"
"Please give your orders, Lord Dragon God, and I will do my utmost!"
Besser Dalton was overjoyed that the Dragon God had something to entrust to him. This was an unparalleled honor for a dragon, and he agreed without even asking what the Dragon God wanted him to do.
"Very well, I want you to go to a city called 'Kahn'..."

Chapter 3 Who is the most beautiful?
Although Little Silver Bell had tried her best to transform herself into the most beautiful elven woman she knew, the undisputed number one beauty in Kahn was not her, but the theoretically quite detestable 'necromancer' Natalie. The second beauty was the Flame Princess Philia, and the third beauty was the princess's maid, Amethyst, who belonged to the Gem Dragon Clan. Little Silver Bell didn't even rank in the top three. If the 'current king,' the dragon girls of Fritz who wandered around all day, were also included in the ranking, Little Silver Bell's ranking would probably plummet to outside the top twenty.
Of course, Little Silver Bell knew she was still young, and as the former Holy Maiden had said, "there's still a lot of room for improvement." However, the crux of the problem was that Little Silver Bell didn't know how to further improve her appearance. She had traveled throughout the entire Northern Continent, "observing" the appearances of all the elven girls considered beautiful, but while this "knowledge" about beauty helped her win the Holy Maiden selection, it didn't help her obtain the title of "Kahn's Number One Beauty."
If it were simply a matter of competing for beauty rankings, Little Silver Bell wouldn't need to rack her brains at all—she had no interest in squeezing into those "boring humans'" beauty rankings. The problem was that one of the tasks the Dragon God had given Little Silver Bell was to make herself more beautiful. Therefore, whether or not she could squeeze into those boring people's beauty rankings became one of the criteria for judging her beauty.
To make herself more beautiful, of course, she had to learn from those "more beautiful than herself."
Although Princess Filia was ranked second in beauty, her beauty was natural, and Little Silver Bell didn't think she could get any useful tips from her. Amethyst, like most amethyst dragons, thought the silver dragon race were "all idiots," so asking her how to become more beautiful would likely only result in ridicule rather than practical advice.
Therefore, it seemed Little Silver Bell could only seek advice from Natalie, "Kahn's number one beauty."
As usual, Natalie only came to the palace in the afternoon to play two games of chess with Briz, concluding her day's "military instruction." While Natalie was slowly walking back to her residence, Little Silver Bell called out to her halfway.
"Natalie..."
Little Silver Bell hesitated, but then mustered her courage and spoke. "...Can I ask you a question?"
"What question?"
Without even glancing at Little Silver Bell, Natalie continued walking. "Let's talk as we walk."
Not having been rejected by Natalie, Little Silver Bell perked up and quickly caught up with Natalie, walking side-by-side.
"Natalie, do you know how to become more beautiful?"
"Become more beautiful?"
Natalie still didn't look at Little Silver Bell, continuing to walk slowly; but she still answered Little Silver Bell's question. "Is it one of the lessons Sylvia gave you?"
"Yes."
Little Silver Bell nodded.
"I think I might know how to become more beautiful, but before I tell you, I want to ask you a question."
Natalie finally turned her head, her gaze fixed on Little Silver Bell, her black eyes as deep as the night sky.
"Tell me first, what is the true meaning of 'beauty'?"
"The true meaning of 'beauty'?"
Little Silver Bell was stunned.
"Yes, the true meaning of beauty."
Natalie nodded slowly. "If you don't know the true meaning of beauty, how can you make yourself more beautiful?"
"This…"
Little Silver Bell pondered for a moment; she really hadn't thought about this question before. She always just heard that some elven girl was the 'most beautiful woman,' and she would go to 'observe' how beautiful that girl was. Now, after Natalie's question, Little Silver Bell realized that perhaps it was because she hadn't thought about the true meaning of beauty that she couldn't observe the true essence of beauty in those 'girls considered beautiful by others.
' "…I don't know."
Finally, Little Silver Bell shook her head in frustration, admitting her defeat. "Can you tell me?"
"It's actually very simple."
This time, Natalie shifted her gaze away from Little Silver Bell and resumed walking forward on her own. "However, before I tell you, can you answer me why women need to be beautiful?"
"To attract men?"
This time, Little Silver Bell quickly gave her answer.
"Yes, a woman's beauty is meant to attract men."
Natalie smiled back. Although Little Silver Bell was also a girl, she felt that Natalie's smile was the most 'beautiful and moving' smile she had ever seen. "But what do women attract men for?"
What do women attract men for? Little Silver Bell's face immediately turned red at Natalie's question.
"It seems Sylvia's choice of you wasn't entirely without merit."
Seeing Little Silver Bell blush, Natalie gave a meaningful smile.
"As you know, beautiful women attract men, which is very important; because the more beautiful a woman is, the more men are attracted to her, but only one man can have her, which creates competition."
Turning her gaze away from Little Silver Bell, Natalie walked slowly forward, speaking to herself. "To get this beautiful woman, men must compete with each other, and only the most outstanding man can win and become the beautiful woman's only man."
"I know that,"
Little Silver Bell replied. "But what does that have to do with the true meaning of beauty?"
"Want some candy?"
Natalie didn't answer Little Silver Bell's question, but instead extended her left hand, her fair, jade-like palm holding a piece of chocolate.
Although Little Silver Bell wasn't a big fan of sweets, she was afraid of refusing Natalie's "kindness"—Natalie had, in a fit of pique, refused to tell her "how to become more beautiful," which would be a serious loss; therefore, Little Silver Bell took the chocolate from Natalie's hand and tasted it.
“Of course it’s related; beautiful women arouse competition among men, allowing the best men to stand out; this is how excellent offspring are passed down,”
Natalie continued. “So, simply put, the true meaning of beauty is a quality that can arouse male desire; a quality that can make men want to possess you, willing to fight to the death for you.”
“This…this seems a bit too abstract…”
Little Silver Bell blushed, somewhat unable to accept Natalie’s ‘explicit’ explanation—and more importantly, Natalie’s explanation did not give Little Silver Bell any concrete hints on how to ‘become more beautiful’. “Can…can you give some examples?”
“Okay, let me give you an example; for example, long, flowing hair, which gives men the impression that a woman is weak and needs a man’s protection.”
Natalie reached out and ran her hand through her long, flowing hair that reached her slender waist. "Fair and elastic skin is proof of health; high breasts and a pert bottom are signs of a woman's excellent fertility—did the Dragon God ever say your breasts weren't big enough?"
Natalie unexpectedly reopened Little Silver Bell's old wound with a sudden change of topic, and Little Silver Bell almost instinctively covered her chest with her hands.
Natalie simply smiled indifferently at Little Silver Bell's reaction, as if she hadn't seen anything.
"So…you mean, big breasts and a big bottom are beauty?"
Little Silver Bell asked, almost defiantly.
"You idiot, where did you get your understanding?"
Natalie glared at Little Silver Bell. "I just told you the true meaning of beauty, and you've already forgotten? The true meaning of beauty is to attract men, and who is the man you want to attract?" "
…Prince Briz."
Having been called an idiot by Natalie, Little Silver Bell, who always considered herself incredibly clever, felt quite aggrieved.
"So, do you think big breasts and a big bottom will attract him?"
Natalie asked again. "If big breasts and a big butt can't attract the men you want to attract, can big breasts and a big butt still be considered beautiful?"
"...It seems not."
Little Silver Bell's answer was almost defiant. "Then what exactly constitutes beauty?"
"Didn't I just say that a woman's beauty is for attracting men?"
Natalie countered.
"Yes."
Little Silver Bell nodded.
"Okay, then has Briz been attracted to you?"
Natalie continued to press. "Has he spied on you while you showered or peeked at you while you changed clothes? Has he ever blushed in front of you?"
"How could such a thing possibly happen!"
Little Silver Bell felt a bit amused and exasperated. "His Highness isn't that kind of person..."
"Unfortunately, Briz has blushed in front of me, and he often peeks at my chest when we play chess. When I leave, he always stares at my butt. So, the fact that Briz hasn't spied on you while you shower or change clothes only means you're not beautiful enough, not beautiful enough to attract him enough to make him break his self-imposed limitations to get you."
Natalie gave Little Silver Bell a victorious smile. "So, becoming beautiful is simple. As long as Briz starts spying on you while you shower or change clothes, you've become beautiful; if Briz forcibly kisses you, you've probably barely passed; if Briz takes you to bed, you're qualified; when you can make Briz push you to the floor without hesitation, tear your clothes off like a rutting dog, and rape you, you'll be truly beautiful."
Natalie's undisguised explanation made Little Silver Bell blush and lower her head.
"...So, many people want to tear your clothes off and rape you, Natalie?"
With great difficulty, Little Silver Bell finally managed a weak counterattack.
"Yes, but unfortunately they can't; however, unlike other creatures, when humans lack the strength for direct confrontation, they resort to underhanded tactics; for example, giving me drugs or aphrodisiacs, hoping to make it easier to obtain me."
Natalie smiled. "While I can't condone these opportunistic human methods... well, perhaps using cunning is one of the reasons why humans have achieved their leading position on the continent?"
"How do you know they gave you aphrodisiacs or drugs? Have you ever taken them?"
Little Silver Bell was somewhat skeptical.
"Of course."
Natalie answered without hesitation. "The chocolate I just gave you was a gift from some man who was obsessed with possessing me, and it was laced with a large amount of aphrodisiac."
With a 'pfft,' Little Silver Bell spat out the chocolate she had just chewed.

Chapter Four: A Silver Romance
"Brother! Brother!"
A sweet, delicate voice called out quickly, growing louder as it approached. Although he couldn't hear the sound of running footsteps, Blitz knew his sister definitely had something to tell him again.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Blitz put away the book he was reading and stood up. Just then, the door slammed open with a loud bang as Felia kicked it open. After kicking the door open, Felia deliberately held up her skirt, keeping her long, slender legs, clad in stockings, in the same position as when she kicked the door.
"What is it now?"
Blitz greeted Felia's excited expression with a wry smile. Usually, when Felia showed this kind of smile, it meant she had discovered something new and couldn't wait to show it off to Blitz—and of course, she could use Blitz as a guinea pig.
"Brother! You know what?"
Felia said excitedly. "I just discovered a new spell! I'll show you now!"
With that, Philia quickly chanted the incantation, while Blitz could only smile wryly, awaiting the unknown spell that was about to rain down on him.
However, this time, Philia surprisingly didn't cast the spell on Blitz; after Philia finished chanting, a flash of black light surrounded her delicate body, and with a ripping sound, the upper half of her princess dress exploded open, revealing two large, white, and full breasts, their pink nipples still slightly erect.
"Philia, you…"
Unexpectedly, Philia used magic simply to tear her clothes? Blitz's eyes widened, utterly unable to believe what he was seeing… Of course, there was another reason: Philia's voluptuous and sexy figure, comparable to that of an adult woman, made it almost impossible for Blitz to look away, even though he knew that staring intently at his sister's naked body like this wasn't exactly… well… good? … behavior.
"So? Brother, isn't my figure nice? Compared to your little silver bell, whose figure is better?"
Philia didn't seem to care about Blitz's gaze fixed on her chest; instead, she smiled and puffed out her breasts, her two large breasts bouncing up and down with each movement, making Blitz's heart pound faster.
"B-Of course, your figure is better! Little silver bell is a snow elf, so of course her figure is slimmer, not as spectacular as yours."
Blitz felt his mouth go dry, even speaking was difficult.
"You have good taste, you lecherous brother."
Philia giggled. "Alright, enough with the eye candy! I wanted you to see her back, not her chest! You lecherous brother!"
Back? What's on her back…? Blitz composed himself, shifting his gaze from Philia's chest, intending to examine her back for any unusual feature, when he froze. He
saw a pair of wings, a vibrant, ruby-red color, extending from Philia's back; from their shape and the fine scales covering them, Blitz recognized them as dragon wings, and red dragon wings at that!
"How…"
Blitz didn't know how to ask. What kind of magic was this? Why would it cause dragon wings to grow on Philia's back?
"Interesting, isn't it?"
Philia giggled again. "I discovered it today while practicing Bloodlust and Berserk. I just wanted to try combining these two spells to amplify them and see what would happen, but I didn't expect these wings to grow on my back."
Bloodlust and Berserk? Blitz felt something was off. He knew both were evil-type mental magic, capable of enhancing a warrior's combat abilities; but how could dragon wings be created on Philia?
"And these wings are usable!"
Before Blitz could ask, Philia added. Then, the dragon wings on Philia's back unfurled, flapped a few times, creating a gust of air that slowly lifted her body into the air. Blitz
was dumbfounded. A spell combining Bloodlust and Berserk could actually create usable wings on a person? What kind of new magic was this?
"However, this spell won't create wings on other people; it will only cause their blood vessels to burst and them to faint. I think those people are probably too weak to withstand the spell's power, so I came to you, brother, to try it out!" Philia
said with a grin, but Blitz inwardly cursed: Philia really wanted to use him as a guinea pig for her new spell! And it sounded like this spell could cause blood vessels to burst, so…
Without giving Blitz much time to think, Philia chanted the incantation again. Black light flickered in Philia's fair palm, and then Philia reached out and pressed the ball of black light onto Blitz's forehead.
"Ouch!"
When Philia cast the mixed Bloodlust Berserk spell on Blitz, Blitz felt an extreme pain explode in his mind, as if someone had smashed his head open with a giant iron hammer; the pain made Blitz crouch on the ground, clutching his head.
"Huh? Why isn't it working?"
Just as Blitz was clutching his head and crying out in pain, Philia felt strange because the spell wasn't working; when Philia used this spell on herself, it could make her grow dragon wings, and when she used it on others, it would cause blood vessels to burst, but when she used it on Blitz, it only made Blitz scream?
"Perhaps the spell's power wasn't enough? Let's try again!"
Philia quickly chanted the incantation, and before Blitz could stop her, a second, mixed Bloodlust Berserk spell was cast on him.
"..."
When this spell, greatly amplified by Philia, was cast on Blitz, he immediately felt an unbearable pain explode in his mind. The sensation in the area affected by the pain instantly went numb, and then an indescribable feeling of excitement welled up like a spring in the places where the pain had ravaged.
With a 'whoosh,' Blitz's clothes suddenly ripped into pieces, and a pair of bronze-colored dragon wings rapidly unfolded on his back, swaying slightly in the air currents. Azure sparks of electricity danced all over Blitz's body.
"Wow! Bro! You're so cool! Not only do you have wings, but you also have electric arcs all over your body! It's super dazzling!"
The 'experiment' was a success, and Felia clapped and laughed. She even curiously reached out to touch Blitz, only to be shocked by the electric arcs emanating from him. The pain made Felia quickly pull her hand back.
However, Blitz had no time to notice the changes in his body, as the numerous electric arcs had burned all his clothes to shreds, leaving him completely naked. To make matters worse, his sister was right in front of him, staring with considerable interest at his engorged penis…
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that, having just seen his sister's sexy naked body, Blitz's penis was now ignoring his rational protests, steadily engorging and slowly becoming erect, pointing directly at Felia.
Just then, Little Silver Bell, who had just gone to serve Britz tea, entered the study. Seeing the dragon wings sprouting from Britz's back, Little Silver Bell instantly paled and screamed. Then, in a tone of speech Britz couldn't understand at all, she rapidly chanted a spell. A white flash shot from between Little Silver Bell's hands and landed on Britz.
"Whoa!"
Compared to the pain caused by Philia's spell, the pain caused by Little Silver Bell's spell in Britz's mind was ten times greater. Britz didn't even have time to feel anything before he fainted from the excruciating pain.
When he regained consciousness, Britz found himself lying in bed, with Little Silver Bell sitting anxiously beside him, holding his hand tightly.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Little Silver Bell asked with concern.
"I... what happened?"
Britz felt a little dizzy.
"You just fainted, it almost scared me to death!"
Hearing Little Silver Bell say this, Blitz remembered the nightmarish experiences before he fainted: being used as a magic experiment by Philias, having strange wings grow on his body, and then Little Silver Bell casting a spell on him before he fainted...
"By the way, Little Silver Bell, what spell did you just cast?"
Blitz became curious, not only because he had never heard the incantation of that spell before, but also because Little Silver Bell's way of casting spells was very different from before, at least the way she chanted the incantation was very different.
Upon hearing Blitz's question, Little Silver Bell was immediately dumbfounded. When she came in, she saw that Blitz had somehow broken the elemental seal placed by the Dragon God and transformed into the Dragon God's Saint form (human appearance with dragon wings). She was terrified on the spot because the Dragon God had instructed the dragons responsible for "taking care" of Blitz and Philia to never let Blitz and Philia discover that they were the offspring of humans and dragons. However, Blitz had transformed without her knowledge. In her fright, Little Silver Bell immediately cast an elemental seal combined with a mental seal spell on Blitz. Because she forcibly sealed Blitz's spirit when he was transformed and in an extremely high mental state, Blitz fainted from the pain on the spot.
Worse still, fearing the spell wouldn't be powerful enough, Little Silver Bell, in her haste, used dragon language magic. Humans cannot use dragon language magic, so Briz naturally hadn't heard Little Silver Bell chant the incantation in dragon language. More importantly, the dragons responsible for "taking care" of Briz and Philia had also promised the Dragon God that they wouldn't let Briz and Philia discover their dragon identities. Yet Little Silver Bell used dragon language magic in front of Briz, which was tantamount to breaking her promise to the Dragon God. If Briz discovered she was a silver dragon because of this, Little Silver Bell was terrified of the Dragon God's anger and the punishment he would inflict for breaking his promise.
Her mind raced, but even though Little Silver Bell considered herself exceptionally intelligent among the younger generation of the Silver Dragon clan, she couldn't come up with a suitable explanation to answer Blitz's question. Blitz, though honest, wasn't stupid. Once he heard dragon language, he remembered it. The next time he heard it, he would know Little Silver Bell was using dragon magic, and her identity would be exposed. Therefore, trying to deceive Blitz with an excuse was useless.
"What's wrong? Is something amiss?"
Seeing Little Silver Bell's flustered expression and silence, Blitz looked at her curiously.
Little Silver Bell knew that if she didn't give Blitz an answer soon, he would become suspicious. Even if Blitz didn't press her about what magic she had just used, he would still try to find out what spell she had cast. If Blitz went to ask Natalie, and Natalie honestly told Blitz it was dragon language magic—Little Silver Bell was very sure that Natalie would tell Blitz the truth, since it was Little Silver Bell who would be punished by the Dragon God, not Natalie, and Natalie didn't care about anyone else's life or death—then Little Silver Bell would be doomed.
Even so, Little Silver Bell still couldn't think of a proper solution; in desperation, she couldn't help but cry.
"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Unexpectedly, Little Silver Bell shed tears in front of him, and Blitz panicked, forgetting for a moment that he was going to ask about the dragon language magic, and hurriedly comforted Little Silver Bell. "Don't cry, don't cry, is there anything I can help you with? Don't cry!"
Seeing that Blitz's attention had been diverted, Little Silver Bell immediately thought of a good method—to distract Blitz! So, Little Silver Bell simply burst into loud sobs, crying as if the world were ending, a pitiful, heart-wrenching, tear-filled cry; and seeing Little Silver Bell's uncontrollable crying, Blitz also became anxious, because her mother, Moria, had instructed her to treat Little Silver Bell well, and now that Little Silver Bell was crying so sadly, Blitz felt that she had not fulfilled her obligation to "treat her well."
In desperation, Blitz quickly sat down next to Little Silver Bell, gently patting her shoulder and whispering comforting words in her ear; with Blitz sitting next to her and Blitz "blowing" into her ear, Little Silver Bell only felt a slightly numb and comfortable sensation on one side of her body, and for a moment she forgot to cry louder.
Seeing that his "comfort" had worked, Blitz perked up and became even more proactive, putting his arm around Silver Bell's lower back. Blitz had always liked Silver Bell, but he could never find an opportunity to get closer to her. He was afraid that a hasty move would scare her away, so he had always been observing.
Now that the opportunity had arrived, and since his first step hadn't offended Silver Bell, Blitz began the second step to close the distance between them.
Feeling Blitz's hand around her waist, Silver Bell couldn't help but blush. However, Silver Bell's primary goal was to distract Blitz, and using her beauty to divert his attention was a good idea. Besides, Silver Bell didn't "dislike" the handsome Blitz, but she was responsible for taking care of him, and having a romantic relationship with him didn't seem to be her duty. Therefore, Silver Bell didn't actively pursue Blitz.
But this time was different. Little Silver Bell needed to distract Blitz to avoid exposing her identity. If sacrificing her looks could achieve her goal, she wouldn't hesitate.
Noticing that his further actions hadn't provoked Little Silver Bell's resentment, but instead had quieted her sobs, Blitz was greatly encouraged. This time, he simply pulled Little Silver Bell's slender body into his arms, his hands encircling her delicate frame, feeling her soft body and smooth skin. He whispered comforting words in her ear, inhaling her faint, refreshing virgin scent. Unexpectedly, the
usually reserved Blitz had become so bold, and Little Silver Bell blushed again. Being held in Blitz's arms actually felt quite nice; it was warm and gave her a sense of being protected, making her feel safe. For a moment, Little Silver Bell forgot to cry, only lowering her head, her face flushed, looking shy and adorable.
"Um, that, Little Silver Bell..."
Seeing that the beautiful woman he was holding had finally stopped crying, Blitz cautiously continued to probe. "What kind of magic did you just cast? Can you tell me?"
Hearing Blitz's question, Little Silver Bell almost fainted. She hadn't expected Blitz to be so inquisitive. However, Little Silver Bell knew that pretending to cry again was useless this time. Even if Blitz didn't ask while she was pretending to cry, he would immediately start pressing her for details once she finished crying. Unless she could divert Blitz's attention in a better way, such as...
"Your Highness, what's that hard thing pressing against my butt? It hurts so much."
Little Silver Bell asked deliberately, though she knew perfectly well what it was.
Upon being asked this by Little Silver Bell, Blitz immediately felt embarrassed. Holding his beloved beauty, especially one ranked among the most beautiful women on the Northern Continent's beauty list, it was hard for Blitz not to have impure thoughts. His lower body faithfully responded to his desires, erecting itself perfectly between Little Silver Bell's buttocks. Blitz couldn't bear to part with that warm, comfortable feeling, and since Little Silver Bell didn't immediately object, he pretended not to notice, taking advantage of her.
"It's Your Highness's penis, isn't it?"
Seeing Blitz's embarrassment, Little Silver Bell laughed. She suddenly found a way to extricate herself from this predicament.
"Uh…this…that…"
This time it was Blitz's turn to blush, at a loss for words.
"Your Highness, don't blush, hehe, so cute."
Little Silver Bell chuckled, turned her head, and lightly kissed Blitz's cheek. This kiss, though light, made Blitz feel as if he were flying to the heavens.
The girl he liked had kissed him!
"Your Highness? Your Highness!"
By the time Blitz came to his senses again, Little Silver Bell had already called out several times.
"I'm sorry, I was just spacing out."
Blitz apologized sheepishly. "What is it?"
"Your...you were making me feel really uncomfortable!"
Little Silver Bell said with a hint of anger, which startled Blitz so much that he immediately released his arms from Little Silver Bell.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Blitz hurriedly apologized, but Little Silver Bell didn't immediately remove her bottom from 'that hard thing.' Instead, she chuckled softly and wriggled in Blitz's arms, making him feel itchy again.
"Little Silver Bell, I... can I hug you?"
With Little Silver Bell's soft body wriggling in his arms, and reluctant to part with the tender touch of her smooth skin, Blitz finally mustered the courage to ask.
Little Silver Bell chuckled. She had already hugged him for so long, and now she was asking if she could hug him? Was Blitz innocently cute? Or was he just being hypocritical? However, this was a good opportunity to distract Blitz.
"As long as Your Highness doesn't ask what kind of magic I used, of course you can,"
Little Silver Bell stated her condition.
"Why?"
Blitz asked curiously again.
"Because it would be very troublesome for me!"
Little Silver Bell pouted her cherry-like lips and acted coquettishly.
Originally, the "trouble" Little Silver Bell meant was the inability to explain to Blitz why she could use dragon language magic, but Blitz misunderstood it as Little Silver Bell not wanting him to be sad because he couldn't learn her magic.
"I won't ask."
Blitz knew he could never learn Little Silver Bell's magic anyway, so he was happy to agree.
"Then, Your Highness, how would you like to hold me?"
Having successfully defused the awkwardness of Blitz's questioning about dragon language magic, Little Silver Bell was in an exceptionally good mood. She nestled into Blitz's arms, even taking his hands and wrapping them around herself; Little Silver Bell knew Blitz was too shy, and if she didn't take the initiative, even if Blitz got permission, he probably wouldn't dare to reach out and hug her even in a hundred years. ...Well, or perhaps it should be said that Little Silver Bell wasn't pretty enough for Blitz to hug her without hesitation? According to Natalie…
and Briz, who had finally managed to hold the soft, fragrant beauty in her arms, was so happy she almost fainted. The warmth of Little Silver Bell's body seeped through her clothes to Briz, and the faint scent of her hair wafted into her nostrils—both were incredibly pleasant sensations. Adding to this, the smooth feel of her soft skin against Briz's skin as she held her made Briz's hands unable to resist gently caressing her delicate, silky skin.
Quietly nestled in Briz's arms, Little Silver Bell closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being embraced—after all, she was originally the "high and mighty" Silver Dragon Saintess, not born to be a maid. Now that she finally had the chance to be her pampered young lady again, Little Silver Bell didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to relax.
Besides, being held by Briz felt quite comfortable.
Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread from Xiao Yinling's chest throughout her body, causing her to let out a soft moan.
It turned out that Briz's hand had accidentally touched the protrusions on Xiao Yinling's chest. Although Xiao Yinling's breasts weren't large enough, they were still shapely, soft, and elastic. Briz's hand suddenly touched soft flesh with a wonderful feel, which bounced back when pressed slightly. Out of curiosity, he explored further, causing Xiao Yinling to let out several more soft moans from the tingling sensation.
"Your Highness, you…"
Xiao Yinling blushed at her own soft moans and was about to complain to Briz when his fingers reached the tips of her breasts, curiously pressing down on the two firm nipples to test their elasticity.
"Ah!"
Little Silver Bell screamed, clutching Briz's clothes tightly with both hands. The sudden, intense stimulation on her chest made her gasp incessantly.
But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that Little Silver Bell felt her lower body becoming wet.
"What's wrong?"
Startled by Little Silver Bell's scream, Briz quickly stopped.
"N-nothing...it's just that Your Highness's touch feels so good...um..."
Although embarrassed, Little Silver Bell honestly told Briz how she felt.
Since Little Silver Bell's scream was because of 'pleasure,' and Briz also found her voice incredibly pleasant and captivating, he was 'inspired' and immediately continued 'exploring' the movements of Little Silver Bell's heaving chest, causing her to moan and scream alternately.
Observing which type of caress most elicited a response from Xiao Yinling's body, Blitz began to focus his exploration on the areas that would make her scream—purely out of curiosity. But this was disastrous for Xiao Yinling. Blitz's still-developing techniques initially gave her some breathing room, but as the quick-learning Blitz mastered her weaknesses, wherever his fingers touched, they aroused unbearable pleasure, and Xiao Yinling's screams grew louder and louder.
"Ah!...I hate it!"
Finally, Xiao Yinling couldn't take it anymore. She felt that if she continued screaming like this, her ladylike image in Blitz's eyes would be completely destroyed. So, Xiao Yinling wrapped her arms around Blitz's neck, pressed her hot, cherry-like lips against his, and offered a passionate kiss—while simultaneously preventing any more erotic moans from escaping her own mouth.
Upon being kissed by Little Silver Bell, Blitz felt the world spin. A wave of electric-like pleasure surged through his body, causing him to lose his balance and tumble onto the bed with Little Silver Bell in tow. Their bodies intertwined in an extremely intimate position.
"Little Silver Bell, I..."
Blitz was about to say something when Little Silver Bell simply chuckled and shook her head, immediately kissing Blitz's lips again. This time, Blitz was prepared. Although the electric-like pleasure was still dizzying, Blitz was now able to control himself, wrapping his arms around Little Silver Bell's waist and sliding them down to her full, round buttocks.
"Ahhhhh!"
Even while kissing Blitz, the extraordinary pleasure caused a delicate moan to escape Little Silver Bell's lips; at the same time, Little Silver Bell's body trembled, and her lower body suddenly became wet.
"Little Silver Bell, what's wrong with you..."
Briz, whose penis was still hard and pressed between Little Silver Bell's legs, immediately felt the change in moisture between them. "Did you lose control of your bladder?"
"Ugh! No way!"
Little Silver Bell blushed, pushed Briz onto the bed, and rolled over to straddle him. Briz's 'teasing' had already aroused her to the point where she couldn't take it anymore, which was why she had just had an orgasm. Her panties were soaked with overflowing fluid, making Briz think she had lost control of her bladder. To make matters worse, after the orgasm, she felt an unbearable emptiness in her lower body. Unable to endure it any longer, Little Silver Bell finally disregarded her image and pressed Briz down, taking the initiative.
Pulling down Briz's pants, Little Silver Bell's slender hands grasped Briz's erect penis, aiming it at her own extremely empty, need-filled secret passage. Little Silver Bell glanced at Briz; his expression was somewhat bewildered, yet also expectant.
Mutual attraction reigned, and Little Silver Bell, without hesitation, first clamped her two wet, pink petals around the tip of Briz's penis, then with a downward thrust, her empty passage fully embraced Briz's penis, swelling and filling it completely.
"Mmm..."
Although her body was prepared to receive Blitz's penis, it was still her first time. When Blitz's penis broke through the thin membrane in her flower path, she was still in so much pain that she felt weak all over and collapsed onto Blitz.
"Are you alright?"
Although Blitz had never been so "intimate" with a girl before, he knew that this was the process of a girl losing her virginity. Seeing the pain on Xiao Yinling's face, Blitz didn't dare to move, afraid that any movement would make her feel even more pain. He simply held her gently and kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips lightly.
"Mmm... It's much better now."
Xiao Yinling was, after all, a dragon. Although it hurt a lot when her hymen was broken, the pain quickly disappeared. In its place, an incredibly itchy pleasure shot up from where they were joined. Xiao Yinling couldn't help but moan softly again, and her slender waist began to sway involuntarily.
Blitz quickly noticed Little Silver Bell's reaction. The way she swayed her hips gave his penis, inserted inside her, an incredibly pleasurable sensation. It was wet, slippery, and incredibly elastic, constantly contracting. Blitz felt it was far more comfortable than when Little Silver Bell massaged his back with her hands.
Unable to resist, Blitz thrust his hips forward, penetrating even deeper into Little Silver Bell's body. The flesh rubbed against flesh, the tip of his penis touching a fleshy ring, an unbearably addictive and pleasurable sensation.
"Oh..."
Little Silver Bell's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Blitz's thrust had left her completely weak, and the burning pleasure in her lower body, accompanied by a torrent of nectar, gushed out.
Briz, who had been forcibly restraining himself from "violating" Little Silver Bell, finally couldn't hold back any longer. His desire was burning; he wanted to completely possess the girl on top of him. The "bad side of his personality" that he usually suppressed surfaced when Briz's self-control weakened. Briz tightly hugged Little Silver Bell's delicate body, flipped over and pinned her beneath him, and began to thrust his hips again and again, pounding his penis into Little Silver Bell's body like mining, instinctively wanting to extract more pleasure from her.
"Ah! Your Highness... Ahh!"
As Briz thrust into her body, Little Silver Bell couldn't help but let out a seductive cry. At first, she felt this was a bit 'not ladylike enough,' but when the flames of pleasure burned away her reason, she could no longer care. She hooked her legs around Briz's waist, swaying her hips to meet his thrusts, her cherry lips offering a kiss, her tongue intertwining with his, each seeking endless tenderness and sweetness.
The pleasure rapidly intensified, Briz's movements becoming more and more violent, and Little Silver Bell's moans becoming increasingly wanton. Finally, Little Silver Bell let out a long scream, experiencing another peak of pleasure. Briz, too, experienced his first orgasm as Little Silver Bell's powerful contractions brought her climax. With unprecedented force, Briz thrust his penis deep into Little Silver Bell's body, releasing all the essence he had accumulated over eighty years into her.
The moon had risen high in the sky, but the two people entwined in bed showed no signs of stopping.
"Your Highness..."
Little Silver Bell, her face flushed, nestled against Britz's strong chest, her fingers gently tracing alluring circles on his nipples. "...I want more." "
Really? You want more?"
Britz was a little timid. From day to night, they had already experienced dozens of orgasms, and now the sheets were covered with overflowing semen and nectar. Although Britz was exceptionally strong, after dozens of ejaculations, he felt a little powerless—especially since Little Silver Bell's alluring flower path seemed to have a mysterious attraction, making him ejaculate wildly and to his heart's content each time. The energy expenditure was particularly terrifying, even more exhausting than fighting with Felia.
In contrast, Little Silver Bell was not only rosy-cheeked and infinitely beautiful, but with each time Blitz ejaculated on her, Little Silver Bell seemed even more energetic. Her alluring, watery eyes exuded a captivating charm that became increasingly irresistible to Blitz.
"Is this why you call me Little 'Slutty Bell'?"
"What Little 'Slutty Bell'! It sounds awful!" Little Silver Bell retorted
coquettishly, sitting up and instantly taking Blitz's surrendering white flag into her honey pot, her buttocks swaying. " How dare you call me Little 'Slutty Bell'? I must punish Your Highness properly! Ahh
... If it weren't for the fact that little Briz didn't have the pointed ears of an elf, many people would probably think the protagonist was carrying an elf child, right? It was another day like any other, and little Briz went to the royal archmage, Besser Dalton, early in the morning to learn magic; however, after a whole morning of effort, little Briz still couldn't cast any spells… "Besser Dalton, can I really cast magic?" little Briz asked dejectedly. "I've been practicing magic for a whole hundred years, why can't I even cast the most basic spells?" "Your Highness, these things can't be rushed," said Besser Dalton, the blond-haired, golden-eyed man described by many beautiful women as "more dazzling than the sun god descended to earth," and hailed as the most handsome man in Cain. "I've spent nearly two hundred years, and I still haven't fully grasped how to control magic." "You're lying." Little Briz looked at Besser Dalton with disbelief. Although this royal archmage always insisted that he only knew holy magic, everyone in the Northern Continent knew that Besser Dalton was also proficient in fire and lightning magic, and had once single-handedly annihilated hundreds of fierce bandits who were ravaging the Northern Continent. "Priests can't lie. I'm not lying to you." Besser Dalton looked into Little Briz's eyes. "Besser Dalton, how old are you?" Little Briz suddenly asked. "You look like you're only twenty, but you just said you've spent two hundred years learning magic?" "Um... this..." Besser Dalton hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject. "What I mean is, Your Highness can't be in such a hurry to learn magic; besides, Little Silver Bell also knows magic, so why not let Little Silver Bell cast spells for Your Highness?" "You mentioning Little Silver Bell makes me even sadder." Little Briz said dejectedly. "Even a young girl like her is proficient in both water and wind magic, while I can't do anything..." "Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Little Silverbell just happens to be good at magic," Besser Doton comforted Little Briz. "Your Highness's talent for swordsmanship far surpasses mine. Like Your Highness's 'Thunder Dragon Steel Sword Slash,' such a powerful move, I could never learn or use it." "Powerful?" Little Briz stared at Besser Doton. "Even Little Silverbell can easily withstand that move? Or is it that Little Silverbell is not only good at magic, but swordsmanship is also her specialty?"

"Uh, well..."
Besser Dalton was momentarily at a loss for words.
As Little Bliss was dejectedly strolling through the garden, he happened to see Natalie playing with crows.
Natalie was the commander-in-chief of the Cain Army and also a necromancer; Besser Dalton had once told Little Bliss that "because the skeletons summoned by necromancy aren't very powerful, necromancers are usually also excellent tactical experts in order to maximize their combat effectiveness."
However, Little Bliss had reservations about Besser Dalton's statement, because he had personally witnessed Natalie's skeleton 'soldiers' wielding greatswords and cleaving an assassin invading the palace, armor and all, in two mid-air with a single strike—that didn't seem like 'weak skeletons' at all.
Unlike the typical necromancer who is perceived as lifeless and zombie-like, Natalie was a remarkably beautiful woman. Her waist-length black hair seemed to reflect a dark sheen in the sunlight, and her fair skin radiated a youthful vitality—a stark contrast to the pallor of other necromancers who spent their lives among corpses, their skin becoming dry and rough.
However, Natalie's beauty did not negate the fact that she was a necromancer. Many men who considered themselves bold had tried to pursue her, but those suitors who entered her room invariably emerged pale-faced, and the longest they stayed was no more than five minutes. Everyone was curious about what Natalie had done to those men that had terrified them to the point that they would have nightmares whenever they saw her.
"What is it, Your Highness?"
Natalie, who was playing with crows, noticed little Briz and turned around with a smile. The two snow-white peaks and the deep valley revealed from her low-cut neckline made little Briz blush.
"No, it's nothing, nothing at all,"
Little Briz quickly tried to cover it up.
"Nothing at all? I don't believe you."
Natalie shook her head slightly, her long, black hair swaying like a waterfall. "If nothing's wrong, Your Highness, why do you look so downcast? You must have suffered some major setback; hmm, let me guess, did you lose to Philia in the sword fight?"
"No, it's not like I lost to her just a day or two ago."
Briz shook her head. "I'm so used to losing that I don't even feel it anymore."
"Isn't it because you lost to Philia? Oh, then it's probably because Little Silver Bell kicked you out of her bed?"
Natalie gave a suggestive smile. "Or maybe Little Silver Bell drained you dry? I have some really good aphrodisiacs here, guaranteed not to harm your body."
"No, that's not true. I exhausted Little Silver Bell to the point of unconsciousness yesterday, and I even got up earlier than her this morning."
Briz shook her head even more.
"You weren't kicked out of bed by Little Silver Bell, were you? Then..."
Natalie pointed to her cheek with her white, jade-like fingers. "Failed to learn magic?"
Blitz nodded weakly.
"I see."
Natalie smiled silently.
"Natalie, how long did it take you to learn magic?"
Blitz asked.
"Not long, just a few minutes."
Natalie smiled. "It's not that difficult." "
What? A few minutes?"
Blitz was startled. "How is that possible?"
"Why not?"
Natalie maintained her alluring smile. "Besser Dalton is a very outstanding mage himself, but he's
not as good at teaching as I am." "Even if Besser Dalton isn't very good at teaching, but..."
Blitz's face was full of disbelief. "But you can learn magic in just a few minutes? This..."
"Don't you believe me?"
Natalie gracefully moved to Blitz's side. "Want me to teach you now? I guarantee you'll learn in a few minutes."
"Really?"
Blitz looked into Natalie's eyes.
"Really."
Natalie nodded slightly.
“Okay, teach me.”
“Hold out your hand.”
Blitz held out her hand, and Natalie pulled out a hairpin and pricked Blitz’s middle finger; a bead of bright red blood immediately seeped from Blitz’s fingertip. Natalie then dipped the hairpin in the blood and quickly drew a magic pattern on Blitz’s palm.
“Come on, now repeat the spell after me.”
Natalie taught Blitz a spell, and after Blitz finished reciting it, a red mist shot out from his palm, condensing into a ball in front of him; when the red mist dissipated, a winged demon appeared on the spot.
“I am the demon Laggedis, and I swear my loyalty to the master who summoned me.”
The demon knelt on the ground, speaking to Blitz.
“This…”
Blitz panicked for a moment.
“See, you successfully cast the spell, didn’t you?”
Natalie smiled.
“Are you sure I really cast this?”
Blitz still looked incredulous. "Isn't it because of that summoning talisman you drew..."
"Once you learn the summoning talisman, you can cast this spell yourself."
Natalie chuckled. "I believe that with your talent, remembering that talisman shouldn't be difficult."
Just then, a blinding white light flashed, striking the demon summoned by Briz; the white light hit the demon, blasting it into scattered pieces of flesh amidst its scream.
Briz was startled, because he recognized the white light as the high-level holy spell "Holy Slaughter Curse," and only Besser Dalton could cast such a powerful spell.
Sure enough, Besser Dalton, holding a golden wand and with a serious expression, appeared before Briz.
"Your Highness, I have something to discuss with Natalie."
Besser Dalton's voice was icy cold. "Please excuse me, Your Highness."
"Oh, alright."
Briz touched his nose and obediently turned to leave.
After watching Briz walk away, Besser Dalton's murderous golden eyes turned to Natalie.
"Sylvia told us to 'properly' teach Her Highness, didn't she?"
Besser Dalton questioned Natalie. "How could you teach Her Highness that kind of magic?"
"Why not?"
Natalie, as if ignoring Besser Dalton's gaze, continued to toy with the raven in her hand.
"How could you? That necromancy draws its power from the blood of the sacrificed!"
Besser Dalton's tone was full of rage. "Are you going to teach Her Highness to kill?"
"Why not?"
Natalie also raised her head, her obsidian-like pupils meeting Besser Dalton's gaze emotionlessly. "Sylvia did tell us to teach Her Highness properly, but did Sylvia specify 'what standard' constitutes proper teaching? Perhaps you're teaching Her Highness using methods that you golden dragons consider good, but by our black dragon standards, Her Highness has been utterly ravaged by you!"
"Your Highness is a descendant of the Azure Dragon, and should rightfully receive the education of the benevolent dragon clan."
Besser Dalton glared at Natalie. "I will not allow you to corrupt His Highness."
"What? Want to fight?"
Natalie smiled contemptuously. "You can't beat me, you're not even fully grown yet! With your strength, you can probably only bully Little Silver Bell."
"I will not abandon my duty to protect His Highness just because I can't beat you."
Sparks and electricity began to appear on Besser Dalton's hands.
"Hey, sometimes I really don't understand Sylvia."
Natalie muttered to herself, as if she hadn't seen the sparks and electricity on Besser Dalton's hands. "Why would she choose a headless, stupid lizard like you to teach His Highness?"
"What did you say?"
Besser Dalton's eyebrows rose.
"I said you're a headless, stupid lizard."
Natalie pouted. "Why don't you think about why Sylvia asked me to 'join' you in teaching His Highness?"
Besser Dalton was stunned.
To be honest, Besserdon strongly disagreed with the Dragon God Sylvia's decision to have Natalie serve as a mentor to young Blitz. Blitz's mother was the bronze dragon Moria, and Blitz had the blood of a benevolent dragon. How could the Dragon God choose a black dragon—even if that black dragon was the most powerful "Black Dragon Queen" Bredandi—to be Blitz's mentor? Wasn't the Dragon God afraid that the evil black dragon would corrupt Blitz?
However, since the Dragon God had made this decision, Besserdon had no choice but to accept it. Nevertheless, Besserdon spared no effort in teaching Blitz, firstly because it was his promise to the Dragon God—the golden dragon clan always valued their promises highly, and Besserdon was no exception; secondly, it could prevent Blitz from being corrupted by Natalie, the Black Dragon Queen who could be described as the "ultimate embodiment of evil."
Fortunately, in recent days, Blitz hasn't strayed down the path of evil as Besser Dalton feared. Natalie has also barely interfered with Blitz's instruction, only playing one or two games of chess with him each day, euphemistically calling it "guiding Blitz's military thinking," and nothing more.
Therefore, although Besser Dalton had wondered why the Dragon God had chosen Natalie to co-mentee Blitz, after several attempts to find a reasonable explanation, he stopped thinking about it. "The Dragon God must have her reasons for making this decision; I just can't understand her perspective," Besser Dalton thought.
But now, with Natalie's comment, Besserdon couldn't help but wonder if his failure to thoroughly investigate the Dragon God's motives for this decision wasn't because he couldn't understand the Dragon God's reasoning, but rather because he'd used the excuse of "since this decision was made by the high and mighty Dragon God, I should just obey the Dragon God's decision" to shirk his responsibilities.
"I... I have thought about it, but I can't figure it out,"
Besserdon reluctantly admitted. "Why would the Dragon God make such a decision?"
"You just said that Briz is a descendant of the good dragon clan and should receive the education of good dragons, is that right?"
Natalie didn't directly answer Besserdon's question, but instead changed the subject.
"Yes."
Although Natalie didn't answer Besserdon's question, Besserdon had a vague feeling that Natalie, after all, was the 'Black Dragon Queen' of the Black Dragon Clan, holding a position as high as the Grand Elder of the Golden Dragon Clan. The fact that she would 'violate' the evil dragon clan's custom of 'fighting first' when encountering a good dragon and spending so much time debating with him meant that Natalie must have some reason for saying these things.
"Then let me ask you, who made the classification of 'good dragons' and 'evil dragons'?"
Natalie smiled sarcastically. "Was it the Dragon God who made the classification?"
Hearing Natalie's question, Besserdon was stunned again.
"No...no..."
Besserdon answered hesitantly. "It's...it's humans, it's how humans classify us dragons."
"That's more like it, isn't it? 'Good dragons' and 'evil dragons' are classifications humans invented for us dragons. We dragons have always been classified according to scale color: 'metal dragons,' 'jewel dragons,' and 'color dragons.' We haven't been classified according to good or evil, have we?"
Natalie sneered, a laugh that sent shivers down Besserdoton's spine.
"Besserdoton, do you think humans are a superior race to us dragons?"
Natalie asked again.
"This..."
Besserdoton felt a cold sweat pouring down his back. "...No, not superior to us."
"Isn't that it? Since humans aren't superior to us dragons, why are you so fixated on human classifications of us dragons? No wonder your metal dragons are always so much weaker than our color dragons."
Natalie sneered again.
"Humans categorize us dragons based on which dragons are friendly to humans—those are called 'good dragons'; those unfriendly are called 'evil dragons.' We chromatic dragons treat humans the same way we treat other creatures, but humans gain nothing from us and risk death if they anger us, so we're labeled 'evil dragons.' You metal dragons always like to mingle with lower creatures like humans, no wonder humans find you easy to exploit and have categorized you as 'good dragons,' making you weak lizards think you're more powerful than dragon gods!"
"No...of course not..."
Natalie's words struck Besser Dalton's chest like a hammer blow, making it hard for him to breathe. Yes, if dragons are superior to humans, why should they be bound by the selfish classifications humans have made of them?
"So, let's return to your earlier point, that Blitz is a descendant of a bronze dragon; yes, I agree that Blitz is a descendant of a bronze dragon, therefore Blitz should receive a proper dragon education."
As if oblivious to Besser Dalton's embarrassment, Natalie continued. "Blitz is the offspring of a bronze dragon and a human—a low-ranking dragon and an even lower-ranking human, low-ranking on top of low-ranking, utterly low-ranking!"
She paused, making sure Besser Dalton was listening attentively, before continuing.
"Although I don't know what's so good about Briz that makes him worthy of Sylvia's affectionate gaze, since Sylvia likes Briz and wants us to teach him, then of course we should correct Briz's 'innately poor' defects through education. If Briz weren't born with these defects, he wouldn't be unable to control the powerful lightning elemental force inherent in his bronze dragon bloodline, forcing Sylvia to place an elemental seal on him to confine his always out-of-control power within a safe range. Speaking of which, you metal dragons really have terrible aptitude. Look at Briz's sister, Philia, who is the offspring of a red dragon and a human. Philia, who has red dragon blood, doesn't have this problem of uncontrolled power. That's why Sylvia came to me to see if I have any way to improve Briz's innate defects."
"However, on the other hand, although Briz has the blood of a bronze dragon, he still has a human appearance and will likely have to live in human society in the future—unless I can make Briz leave his human form and return to his dragon form, we dragons will probably treat him as an outsider." "
That's why Sylvia brought you here, to have you teach Briz about the behavior patterns of human society; after all, we chromatic dragons have no interest in humans, while you metallic dragons have more contact with humans. Only you metallic dragons would understand how to teach Briz about the behavior patterns of human society."
Besser Dalton was speechless .

Chapter Six: The Path to the Holy Swordsman II
After thinking for a long time, no matter how much he disliked or was unwilling, Besser Dalton still had to admit that Natalie was right.
The fundamental reason the Dragon God sealed Briz's magical abilities was that Briz couldn't properly control her innate, powerful lightning element. This can't be excused by saying "Briz was just a baby at the time." After all, Briz's half-dragon, half-human sister, the "Flame Princess" Philia, possesses even greater fire element power than Briz. Yet, Philia doesn't have this problem of uncontrollable power—although Philia is practically a walking bomb, exploding wherever she goes, it's intentional on her part due to her mischievousness. Briz, on the other hand, is like a leaky high-voltage battery, potentially electrocuting those around her at any moment.
As Natalie said, if Briz isn't given the opportunity to practice controlling her energy and the problem is simply avoided, Briz will never truly learn how to control her power. Breaking the elemental seal on Blitz is not difficult. The problem is that if Blitz still cannot control his elemental power after breaking the seal, then breaking the elemental seal placed by the Dragon God is meaningless. The Dragon God can reseal Blitz's elemental power with another elemental seal at any time. In that case, Blitz will still be unable to cast any spells, and everything will return to square one.
The only way to teach Briz how to control and utilize power seems to be to teach him mental magic. After all, elemental magic relies entirely on the caster's own magical abilities to provide the energy, and Briz, whose elemental power was sealed by the Dragon God, couldn't cast spells no matter how hard he tried. However, mental magic obtains the magical energy needed for casting spells through faith in gods—the more extreme necromancy doesn't even require faith, but obtains powerful magical power from evil gods through an "equivalent exchange." Even those without magical talent can obtain magical power through devout faith and cast powerful mental magic. Naturally, Briz, who cannot use his own elemental power, can also cast spells in this way. However, if the goal is to teach Briz evil magic—like the demon summoning spell Natalie taught him in the garden—Besser Dalton felt it would be better not to let Briz learn magic at all than to lead him down the evil path.
However, Besserdon had a win-win solution: to have Blitz join his newly founded "Knights of Light," becoming a Holy Swordsman and learning the holy magic available to Holy Swordsmen, thus honing Blitz's control over spells.
"Your Highness," Besserdon said, "today we'll try a different approach to learning magic. Let's start with mental magic. After all, learning elemental magic requires talent, but mental magic can be learned simply through hard work. To learn mental magic, I must have Your Highness join my 'Knights of Light.' The advantage of this is that Your Highness will have other learning partners, and you can ask them for help when you encounter difficulties in learning spells. What do you think, Your Highness?"
Having decided to make Blitz a Holy Swordsman, the next day when Blitz came to Besserdon to learn magic, Besserdon didn't immediately teach Blitz how to cast elemental magic. Instead, he carefully presented his idea to Blitz.
"Great!"
Hearing that Besserdon was willing to let him learn mental magic—which "doesn't require talent, only hard work"—Blitz excitedly agreed.
"However, even if Your Highness joins my 'Knights of Light,' you still cannot receive any special treatment. You must start as a 'Bronze Armor' Holy Swordsman, learning and advancing step by step. Is that acceptable?"
Although he knew that Blitz wasn't the kind of child who would be proud of his princely status, Besserdoton still carefully inquired beforehand, lest Blitz dislike this arrangement and joining his 'Knights of Light' would not only be unhelpful but also cause trouble for everyone.
"Don't worry, Besserdoton, I will study diligently and won't cause any trouble,"
Blitz assured Besserdoton.
Since Blitz agreed, Besserdoton led Blitz to the headquarters of the 'Knights of Light,' the largest religious center in Carne City, Christine Cathedral. Then, Besserdoton summoned all the members of the 'Knights of Light' to the worship hall and announced Blitz's upcoming joining of the 'Knights of Light.'
"...Therefore, His Highness will join the Knights of Light and begin as a rank-one 'Bronze Armor' Holy Swordsman; therefore, I hope that you will not treat His Highness differently from other newly recruited 'Bronze Armor' Holy Swordsmen because of his special status,"
Besser Dalton announced.
"Yes!"
The members of the Knights of Light gathered in the chapel responded in unison.
"That's good."
Besser Dalton's face showed a look of relief. "Now, 'Silver Sword' rank Holy Swordsman Catherine, please step forward."
As Besser Dalton uttered the name 'Catherine,' a tall girl with long silver-white hair, wearing silver knight's armor, a silver longsword at her waist, and about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, who looked like a beautiful silver goddess statue, stepped forward.
"Silver Swordswoman Catherine, reporting for duty!"
The girl drew her longsword from her waist, held it upright in front of her, and gave Besser Dalton a swordsman's salute. After Besser Dalton returned the salute, Catherine then pointed her sword diagonally at the ground.
"From now on, Catherine will be Britz's senior tutor, responsible for teaching Britz all the knowledge and skills required to become a Holy Swordsman..."
Just as Besser Dalton announced the appointment of the 'Silver Sword' Holy Swordsman Catherine to teach Britz, suddenly, screams and cries of panic and fear came faintly from outside the church. Then, the heavy doors were kicked open with a loud 'bang'. When everyone in the church focused their attention on the doorway, they saw Natalie, dressed in a semi-transparent black gauze dress, her slender figure faintly visible, walking gracefully into the church. Guarding Natalie were two skeletal warriors wearing rusted armor, wielding two-handed greatswords, their skulls with empty eye sockets emitting an eerie red light!
Upon seeing the two skeleton warriors appear, the members of the Knights of Light gathered in the hall almost instinctively wanted to draw their swords to fight; however, they only drew their swords halfway before realizing that the two skeleton warriors before them were brought by Natalie, the Commander-in-Chief of the Cain Army—their direct superior.
Although the Knights of Light were founded by Besser Dalton, they had not broken away from the Cain Army's military organization to become an independent unit; that is to say, although Natalie never interfered in the affairs of the Knights of Light, in theory, as the Commander-in-Chief, she also had the right to command the Knights of Light—moreover, the Knights of Light's funding came from Natalie's annual military budget.
For various reasons combined, the members of the Knights of Light, who usually instinctively fought against any undead creature, could only draw their swords halfway before their hands froze, unable to move. After all, there were two undead creatures right in front of them, and they had broken into the Knights of Light's headquarters with great fanfare, as if they were there to cause trouble. And these two undead creatures were brought by their own superiors, leaving the holy swordsmen in a dilemma—drawing their swords was one thing, not drawing them was another, and they were all frozen in place.
"Weakling, are you playing with your playboy army again?"
Ignoring the frozen holy swordsmen around her, Natalie sneered, walking gracefully forward under the protection of two skeleton warriors, until she reached the Silver Sword swordsman, Catherine, before stopping.
"Natalie, what brings you here?"
Besser Dalton asked calmly, seemingly unperturbed by Natalie's intrusion with two skeleton warriors.
However, Natalie didn't answer Besser Dalton's question. Instead, she slowly circled around Catherine, sizing her up.
"Hmm... although she looks a little neglected, her skin is still quite smooth, her breasts are a decent size, and her buttocks are fairly perky. She seems to be a virgin, qualified to sleep with Britz..."
Natalie commented on Catherine in an extremely flippant tone, like a customer selecting merchandise. "...I wonder if her moaning is seductive enough? If it's not seductive enough, it'll be a shame she's not perfect as Britz's bed partner..." Catherine
heard Natalie's flippant comments and was both ashamed and angry; but Natalie was, after all, the 'nominal' superior of the Knights of Light, so Catherine could only suppress her shame and remain standing still.
However, Natalie clearly didn't intend to let Catherine off so easily.
"Ah!"
A flash of white light, followed by the crisp sound of metal objects hitting the marble floor; for some reason, Catherine's armor had inexplicably detached from her body and fallen to the floor, leaving her only in her close-fitting cotton underwear; startled, Catherine hurriedly shrank back, desperately trying to cover her exposed body with her slender arms.
As the Holy Swordsmen of the Knights of Light, surprised by Catherine's sudden "exposure," were about to turn their gaze away, they noticed that Natalie's left hand now held a pair of claws that appeared to be made of white human bones, and Catherine's armor on the ground had been chopped into long strips of iron, the width of which perfectly matched the distance between the blades of Natalie's bone claws, indicating that it had been shredded by Natalie's bone claws.
Firstly, no one had ever known that Natalie's weapon was a pair of bone claws, and even fewer could have imagined that she could slice through Catherine's armor in an instant with those claws, leaving the members of the Knights of Light completely stunned.
"Hmm, her moans sound rather sexy, at least they won't make any men lose interest; but… how can someone be Britz's bed partner wearing such unromantic lingerie? At least she should wear stockings, right?"
Ignoring the embarrassment her actions caused Catherine and the shock of the others, Natalie slowly shook her head, commenting on Catherine's 'clothing'.
"Never mind, I'll have someone buy you a new set of sexy lingerie later. Anyway, your size isn't particularly outstanding, buying a new set on the street shouldn't be a problem."
"Natalie!"
Besser Dalton, who had been silent and observing coldly, finally spoke again; but now, there was a clear suppressed anger in Besser Dalton's tone. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing."
Natalie gave a sinister, cold laugh. "I'm just here to take Briz away."
"Take Briz away? Why?"
Besser Dalton asked, puzzled.
"To prevent Briz from being corrupted by you."
Natalie's voice was crisp and cold.
"To prevent Briz from being corrupted by me? What do you mean?"
Besser Dalton's voice rose. "I want Briz to become a Holy Swordsman so that he can learn the mental magic that Holy Swordsmen can use. In addition, through the training of a Holy Swordsman, I can also help Briz..." "
That's what I mean; your Boy Scouts and Orville's Royal Guard are already ranked among the top two least combat-capable military units in the entire Northern Continent, and now you want to let Briz join your Boy Scouts? Isn't that corrupting Briz?"
Natalie interrupted Besser Dalton. "That's why I'm taking Briz away, lest you corrupt her."
Natalie had barely finished speaking, and before Besser Dalton could reply, the other members of the Knights of Light began to murmur, clamoring over Natalie's statement that they were "the two least combat-effective in the entire Northern Continent."
"Commander, what do you mean by that?"
A middle-aged holy swordsman, appearing to be in his forties with a long black beard and holding a golden shield in his left hand, stepped forward. "We respect you as the commander of the entire Cain army, so we have tolerated your transgressions; but that doesn't mean you can insult us at will!"
"Insult you? Calling it an insult when I state the facts?"
Natalie sneered. "Your Knights of Light are not only useless in combat, but you also consume an excessive amount of military budget every year! If it weren't for the fact that you can provide bed partners like Catherine for Britz, I would have already cut this redundant unit. Keeping skeleton soldiers is not only cheaper, but also much more practical than you useless cowards."
Hearing Natalie's words, almost every member of the Knights of Light drew their swords.
"Commander, you've really gone too far!"
The middle-aged 'Golden Shield' holy swordsman was furious, his face flushed red, pointing his longsword at Natalie. "What do you mean by 'useless'? What do you mean by 'providing bed partners'?"
"What can you do besides talk nonsense? Prove it to me! If you can defeat these two skeleton warriors I brought, then I'll admit I'm wrong, I'll apologize immediately, and I'll double your annual budget from now on, how about that?"
Natalie sneered contemptuously. "But if you dare not, then I will immediately disband your Boy Scouts. All the men, go home. The pretty young women can stay and be sent to Briz's bedroom; at least we can recover some remaining value."
"Everyone, calm down..."
Knowing that Natalie was intentionally trying to provoke her members, Besser Dalton hurriedly tried to stop their impulsive behavior. Unfortunately, before Besser Dalton could stop his members, more than a dozen Holy Swordsmen, unable to withstand Natalie's provocation, drew their weapons and charged at Natalie's two skeleton warrior guards.
The flashes of weapons and blood splattered together in the chapel, and the screams of the slain echoed. With an attack speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see, the two skeleton warriors pierced through the chest and back of more than a dozen Holy Knights who rushed towards the skeleton warriors with their greatswords, leaving more than a dozen corpses on the ground. This caused the other Holy Knights who originally wanted to join the attack to be frozen in place, unable to move forward or backward.
"Everyone, step back!"
With Besser Dalton's clear shout, the Knights of Light who had originally wanted to attack the skeleton warriors but were stunned in the spot felt as if they had been granted a pardon and hurriedly put away their weapons and retreated to where they had been standing.
"You're right, Natalie, my Boy Scouts are indeed not very capable in combat, and even their self-control is poor. They're easily provoked and will fall for any trick. If you think my Boy Scouts are really such parasites and want to stop paying our expenses, I can understand..."
Besser Dalton said slowly, waving his golden staff a few times. A dozen beams of white light then enveloped the corpses of the slain; the wounds of the dead were rapidly healed in the white light, and then these people twitched a few times and came back to life.
Seeing Besser Dalton, the founder of the Knights of Light, so casually use a dozen or so Holy Level 9 'Regeneration' spells to bring the dead members back to life, the other Knights of Light felt proud; however, upon hearing Besser Dalton's words, they were all filled with dejection.
"...But even if I let Blitz join my Boy Scouts, I hope to train Blitz's magical abilities and teach him the moral codes of 'human society.' Therefore, I cannot agree to let you take Blitz away."
Besser Dalton continued, untying his cloak and flicking it towards Catherine, who had been stripped half-naked by Natalie, covering all her exposed skin.
"Let Blitz learn the 'moral' codes of 'human society'? You actually want Blitz to learn things that will only weaken him? Isn't that corrupting Blitz?"
Natalie sneered. "Besides, putting aside the fact that learning those codes will corrupt Blitz, do you think Blitz's unrestrained personality can tolerate all the ridiculous rules in your Boy Scouts?"
"That's for Blitz to decide,"
Besser Dalton said calmly, unmoved by Natalie's provocation.
"Bliss, are you really going to join Besser Dalton's Boy Scouts?"
Natalie turned to look at Briz. "I know Besser Dalton must have used the excuse of learning magic to lure you in; but don't forget, Besser Dalton is a terrible magic teacher. Even if you join his Boy Scouts, it doesn't mean you'll learn magic, okay?" "
I..."
Briz, who had just been stunned by the series of illogical events before him, looked at Natalie's mocking expression, then at Besser Dalton's calm and peaceful demeanor. "...I still want to join, even if I don't learn magic."
"Oh, so you've got your eye on Catherine over there and want to sleep with her? I can understand, I completely understand. After all, you're all grown up now, a man!"
Natalie gave a charming smile, making Briz blush. He didn't know whether to deny it or not.
"Natalie, if you're not here to cause trouble, could you please shut up?"
Besser Dalton said coldly, conveniently rescuing Blitz from the awkward situation. "Love between men and women is a natural thing, and the Knights of Light don't forbid their members from dating. Who Blitz likes is his business, but your slander is going too far."
"Fine, I'll shut up."
Natalie sneered. "I'll take Blitz away after he joins your Boy Scouts."
"...Why?"
Besser Dalton couldn't help but wonder. What would be the point of taking Blitz away if he joined his Knights of Light?
"I also want Blitz to join my 'Necromancer Guild' and teach him necromancy."
Natalie sneered. "Let's compare and see if I teach him better, or if your Boy Scouts are more helpful to Blitz!"
"Then isn't that the same as not letting Blitz join my 'Knights of Light'?"
Besser Dalton's face darkened. "How can Blitz continue to be a Holy Swordsman if he's forced to learn evil necromancy?"
"If Blitz can't be a Holy Swordsman because he learned necromancy, it's not my problem, it's your problem for not teaching him properly; shouldn't a Holy Swordsman have a firm resolve to fight evil? How can he become evil just because he learned some magic?"
Natalie said coldly. "Stop rambling, if you want Blitz to join your Boy Scouts, hurry up, or I'll take Blitz away!"
"Fine..."
Besser Dalton took a deep breath, barely suppressing his anger. "Let's clean up the area first, then we'll immediately conduct Blitz's initiation ceremony."

Chapter Seven: The Path to the Divine Swordsman III
After cleaning up the bloodstains left by the previous chaos, and with Catherine changing her clothes, Blitz's initiation ceremony resumed.
Since Catherine was assigned as Blitz's superior instructor, she was responsible for presiding over Blitz's initiation ceremony. However, her original armor had been shredded by Natalie, so Catherine had to change into the robes of a regular priest and stand before the altar to preside over the ceremony.
"The Holy Swordsmen are the representatives of the gods who uphold justice on earth. Therefore, the Holy Swordsmen must swear to the gods to uphold the creed of honor and purity. Among the Holy Swordsmen's creed, the most important are 'courage,' 'discipline,' and 'compassion,'"
Catherine read the Holy Swordsmen's rules to Blitz, who stood below the altar. "The creed of 'Courage' is that the Holy Swordsman will never be afraid, never bow to evil, never compromise, and never retreat..."
As Catherine read this, Natalie, who was watching from the side, suddenly sneered, her icy gaze sweeping over those who had initially intended to attack the skeleton warriors but had hesitated after witnessing the deaths of other Holy Swordsmen; those glared at by Natalie lowered their heads in shame.
As if she hadn't heard Natalie's sneer, Catherine continued reciting the Holy Swordsman's creed, though her own face was slightly flushed.
"...And the 'Discipline' creed is that the Holy Swordsman must abide by the oath he swore as a Holy Swordsman to fight for the gods and for justice, must be honest and not deceive, must never forget his responsibilities, must abide by the discipline of the team, and must obey the orders of his superiors..."
As Catherine read this, Natalie sneered again, her gaze sweeping once more over those who had just drawn their swords to attack the skeleton warriors; this time, those who had been killed by the skeleton warriors and then revived by Besser Dalton pretended not to see Natalie's gaze and simply stood there stiffly.
"...'Compassion' is the most important tenet of the Holy Swordsman; the Holy Swordsman must unconditionally help those suffering in need, and at the same time, the Holy Swordsman must also have compassion for his enemies. Maintaining 'compassion' further empowers the Holy Swordsman to fight against evil..."
As Catherine read this, many eyes turned to Natalie; they had expected Natalie to sneer again, but surprisingly, she didn't. She simply maintained an icy beauty's face, watching the ceremony proceed expressionlessly.
"...So, Briz, are you willing to swear before the gods to abide by the above tenets, to become the gods' representative of justice on earth, to become a Holy Swordsman fighting for justice? If so, please draw your sword, walk onto the altar, kneel here, and swear to the gods." After
Catherine finished speaking, Briz, without hesitation, drew his sword, walked onto the altar, and knelt down on one knee, pressing the sword against it.
"I, Blitz, with this heart and this sword, swear to the gods,"
Blitz solemnly recited the oath. "I vow to uphold the creed of the Holy Swordsman, to help the weak and needy, and to fight for justice."
As Blitz finished reciting the oath, a soft white light shone down from the skylight, casting a faint halo around him.
Seeing the white light fall, Besser Dalton breathed a sigh of relief, while Natalie let out a cold laugh.
"Congratulations, Blitz, you are now a true 'Bronze Armor' Holy Swordsman. I hope you will work hard."
Catherine stepped forward and helped Blitz up from his knees. "Since I am your instructor, you can ask me any questions you have about being a Holy Swordsman."
"Yes."
Blitz nodded.
"Is that all? Shouldn't we get down to business?"
Natalie's impatient voice came through. "Little Blitz, the Boy Scouts' house game is over. Now come with me to the Necromancer's Guild. Let's do something truly meaningful."
"Yes..."
Since Natalie was one of Blitz's teachers, although Blitz felt that going to the Necromancer's Guild with Natalie so soon after becoming a Holy Swordsman might violate his code, Blitz didn't dare refuse Natalie.
"It's alright, Blitz, you can go with Natalie and see for yourself. A true Holy Swordsman isn't afraid of anything, and besides, this is a good trial."
Besser Dalton, on the other hand, was much calmer. "Catherine, you go with Briz to take a look. Be careful not to let Briz go astray."
"Yes...yes."
Although Catherine didn't want to go to Natalie's necromancer guild, such a gloomy place, Besser Dalton had said so, and besides, she was Briz's superior instructor, so she had a 'responsibility' to take care of Briz. Therefore, Catherine could only bite the bullet and agree, hurrying behind Natalie and Briz towards the necromancer guild.
As if intentionally competing with Besser Dalton's 'Knights of Light,' Natalie's 'necromancer guild' was located opposite Christine's Cathedral, in a dark, gloomy, dilapidated old building that occasionally emitted a faint smell of corpses and faint, strangely toned incantations, perfectly matching the ordinary person's impression of necromancers.
Because necromancers are generally discriminated against and cannot appear in public, they usually have to secretly cultivate and constantly guard against being hunted down. Even necromancers dislike the feeling of being excluded from society, since they are also human and need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. Life would be extremely inconvenient without people. Therefore, Natalie's necromancer guild, which allows them to "exist openly," has attracted almost all the necromancers from the Northern Continent to gather here. Many countries even keep their "official" necromancers under Natalie's guild.
The fact that it was openly available had another advantage: it made obtaining materials for necromancy research easier. When Britz and Catherine followed Natalie toward the Necromancer's Guild, they saw several raggedly dressed people, seemingly a poor family, pulling a cart with the body of an old man on it near the side entrance. Two guild members in black robes were taking out money pouches, pulling out five gold coins, paying the poor men five, wrapping the body in a white cloth, and carrying it into the guild. The poor men bowed repeatedly to the guild members in thanks before leaving.
Seeing these people buying and selling corpses, Catherine turned away in disgust, feeling it was a desecration of the dead; but Britz was curious.
"Natalie, what are those people doing?"
Britz asked.
"They're selling the bodies of their deceased family members to the guild for research,"
Natalie replied simply.
"Buying and selling corpses is immoral,"
Catherine muttered under her breath. Natalie was, after all, her 'boss,' and a necromancer far more powerful than herself. Catherine didn't dare to openly confront Natalie, otherwise, if Natalie unleashed her bone claws and tore her clothes to shreds, she'd be running naked in the street.
"Buying and selling corpses is immoral?"
Natalie sneered. "Have you seen the butchers and fishmongers in the market? Aren't they selling animal and fish carcasses? And they even dismember the whole carcasses to sell! Is that immoral?"
Catherine was momentarily speechless, but still managed to argue, "Those butchers and fishmongers are selling food!" "
Those people just now were selling textbooks for studying magic and medicine,"
Natalie retorted calmly. “Necromancers and surgeons both need corpses. Is it immoral to sell corpses as teaching materials, but morally right to sell them as food?”
“But those people were selling the corpses of their own relatives…”
Catherine wanted to say something more, but her voice clearly lacked confidence.
“Perhaps you think people should be buried underground, but did you notice those people just now? They were so poor they couldn’t even afford decent clothes. Do you think they would have the money to buy a burial plot to put their corpses in, and then hire you well-dressed guys to come and chatter on and on about the corpses, making a racket?”
Natalie’s face was full of sarcasm. "Selling the bodies of your deceased relatives to us for teaching materials allows the living to earn some money and live with more dignity. We will also properly collect and cremate the bodies of the dead after our research. Is that more immoral than the living starving and hastily burying the dead? Or is it because you guys can't earn money from them for chanting scriptures, so you say it's immoral not to hold funerals?"
Unexpectedly, Natalie turned around and said that holding funerals was a way for clergy to make money. Just as Catherine was about to retort, she suddenly remembered that clergy did charge money when they officiated at funerals; although the amount wasn't much, the fact that they were charged money left Catherine with no grounds to retaliate against Natalie.
The Necromancer's Guild, like its exterior, was eerily sinister. All the windows were drawn, blocking out the sunlight, and dim oil lamps flickered weakly. Adding to the eeriness, a group of necromancers in black robes walked about like zombies, a stark contrast to the bright, spacious, and refreshing atmosphere of Christine's Cathedral.
"Claire!"
Natalie called out immediately upon entering the guild. Soon, a black-haired girl, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a thin black veil, her slender figure barely visible, rushed towards Natalie.
"Guild Master,"
Claire curtsied to Natalie. "What can I do for you?"
"Blitz, this is my maid, Claire,"
Natalie introduced the black-haired girl to Britz before speaking to Claire.
"Claire, this is Prince Briz. I'm giving you two tasks. First, teach His Highness necromancy. Second, when the Prince is at the guild, you don't need to serve me; you will serve His Highness, including sleeping with him. Understand?"
"B-But!"
Claire was startled by Natalie's orders. "I-My necromancy isn't good enough… Ah!"
Before Claire could finish, Natalie slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground. A bright red handprint appeared on Claire's cheek.
"Necromantic magic not good enough? Can't you learn it yourself from all the books in the study? If your necromancy isn't good enough, then learn it and teach His Highness!"
Natalie coldly looked down at Claire. "Furthermore, you are not allowed to use similar excuses to brush off my order for you to sleep with the prince. If you are not deflowered by His Highness the prince within three days, I will use a spiked club to break your extra hymen!"
"Yes...yes,"
Claire agreed timidly.
"Natalie, this..."
Hearing Natalie ask Claire to "sleep" with her, Blitz blushed. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate?"
Natalie turned and glared fiercely at Blitz, making him panic. "A woman's duty is to sleep with a man. If Claire can't fulfill that duty, she deserves to be beaten to death; or are you trying to deny it again, saying you're not interested in women sexually?"
"No...no..."
Unexpectedly, Natalie's fierce demeanor was completely different from her usual gentle and refined ladylike nature. Blitz was overwhelmed by Natalie's imposing presence and couldn't speak.
"It's good that you're alright. I have things to take care of at the military headquarters. Claire can show you around here first."
Natalie turned to look at Claire, who was getting up from the ground. "Remember, if you don't let Blitz deflower you within three days, I'll use a spiked club to do it for you!"
With that, Natalie strode away like a gust of wind, leaving behind a dumbfounded Blitz and Catherine, and a blushing Claire.
"Your Highness..."
Finally, Claire's timid voice broke the silence. "Since the guild master wants me to show you around, please follow me."
"Oh, okay."
Blitz followed Claire somewhat awkwardly into the guild hall; however, as he followed behind Claire, Blitz noticed that Claire's body, veiled by a semi-transparent black veil, was beginning to develop, her curvaceous hips swaying seductively with each step.
"Huh..."
After taking a few steps, Claire suddenly stopped, seemingly lost in thought. Then, she retreated to Blitz's side, reaching out to link her arms with his. This made Blitz feel embarrassed, as Claire's developing breasts rubbed against his arm, and Claire was only wearing a thin gauze dress. Blitz could vaguely feel Claire's skin rubbing against his arm through the fabric.
However, Claire, the one who started this, was even redder than Blitz. She didn't even dare to look up, only staring at the floor.
"Claire, is this really necessary?"
Blitz tried to ease the awkwardness.
"No, no, that won't do."
Claire quickly shook her head. "The president always keeps her word. If I can't get His Highness to... um... for me within three days, the president really will come with a spiked club."
"Is Natalie always this fierce to you?"
Blitz thought of how Natalie had slapped Claire without saying a word earlier.
"The Guild Master is a bit strict, but he's very good to me,"
Claire quickly defended Natalie.
"How so?"
Blitz asked curiously. Could slapping someone and threatening to stab them in the groin with a spiked club really be considered 'good to someone'? What would 'bad to someone' look like? Blitz couldn't imagine it, couldn't fathom it; the cruel world of necromancers seemed so far removed from him.
"The Guild Master saved my life,"
Claire whispered. "That year, bandits killed my parents and were about to bully me when the Guild Master happened to pass by and saved my life. He even taught me necromancy to protect myself. The Guild Master is truly good to me."
"I see,"
Blitz nodded. So Natalie had saved Claire's life; no wonder Claire was so loyal to Natalie.

Chapter Eight: The Path to the Holy Swordsman IV.
Under Claire's 'guidance,' Blitz first visited the Necromancer's Guild's library. Inside sat many eccentric mages, each head bowed, engrossed in their books. Occasionally, someone would look up and see Claire leading Blitz and Catherine in, but they acted as if they hadn't seen them at all, offering no greeting. "
What a bunch of reclusive and withdrawn people," Catherine, following Blitz, couldn't help but think. The necromancers' demeanor was completely different from the approachable style of the paladins of the Knights of Light.
Besides the shelves full of books, three shrunken human heads hung from thin threads in the center of the library, slowly rotating with the stale air. The expressions on the three shrunken heads were filled with terror, and faint groans seemed to emanate from their shrunken, closed mouths.
"What are those three heads? Are they tools used by necromancers?"
Blitz asked curiously, his question drawing eye-rolls from several necromancers engrossed in their books.
"Those three were those who challenged the Guild Master's authority but failed. The Guild Master turned their heads into shrunken skulls and hung them here."
Claire's answer sent chills down the spines of both Blitz and Catherine.
"All those who failed to challenge the Guild Master were turned into shrunken skulls and hung here?"
Blitz asked in a low voice.
"No, these three were lucky."
Claire shook her head. "The others who weren't turned into shrunken skulls are because they were all reduced to ashes. Some were devoured alive by swarms of corpse worms, some were burned to ashes by hellfire, and some didn't even have their deaths known to anyone."
Hearing Claire recount Natalie's glorious achievements with such familiarity, Blitz became increasingly alarmed. He had always viewed Natalie as an object of admiration for her beauty, but now Blitz recognized a more 'well-known' side of Natalie.
Next to the library were the dining hall and dormitories—relatively "normal" facilities, nothing special. Claire didn't explain much; after all, Britz lived in the palace and wouldn't need these facilities. Then Claire led Britz to the morgue in the basement.
The morgue, which occupied almost the entire basement space, was filled with corpses—men, women, and children. Many corpses had a person standing beside them, dissecting them with a scalpel; however, some corpses had groups of people gathered around them, and among these groups, there was always someone who seemed to be an instructor, dissecting the corpses with a scalpel.
Besides the large number of people, many of them looked more like normal people than the eerie necromancers.
"So many people,"
Britz remarked, looking at those studying the corpses. "Natalie mentioned that surgeons also need to dissect corpses. Are there any surgeons among these people?"
"Yes, and there are people from other countries,"
Claire gave Britz a definite answer. "Many medical schools in other countries can't find enough corpses for teaching materials, so they send their students to study here."
Claire led Britz and Catherine to a blood-red iron door deep in the basement. Sitting before the door was a hunched-over old woman with a face full of wrinkles and strange spots.
"Big Sister Dis,"
Claire whispered to the old woman. "The Guild Master wants me to show His Highness the Prince around the Guild. Could you please open the altar door?"
Hearing Claire address the old woman as "Big Sister," Catherine was somewhat incredulous. The old woman looked to be in her seventies or eighties; why was Claire calling her "Big Sister"?
The "old woman" Claire called "Big Sister Dis" looked up, glanced at Claire, Britz, and Catherine with one rolled-back eye, snorted, then took out a key and opened the blood-red iron door.
As soon as the door opened, a strange, bloody smell wafted out. Inside was a small, empty room, except for a summoning six-pointed star drawn in blackened blood, and a blood-stained, eerie altar in the center of the star.
"This is the summoning altar. Necromancers in the guild who want to form a pact with a demon to gain greater power come here to summon a demon and then form a pact,"
Claire said in a low voice. "Sister Dis is an expert in this area, so the guild master asked her to manage the altar and assist necromancers who want to form a pact with a demon in performing the ritual."
After hearing Claire's explanation, Catherine couldn't help but frown and give the old and decrepit Dis a disgusted look; helping people form pacts with demons? Isn't that aiding and abetting evil?
Noticing Catherine's disgusted look, Dis snorted coldly, and with a flick of her right hand, a beam of black light shot towards Catherine.
"No..."
Claire screamed, trying to stop Dis from attacking Catherine, but it was too late. Catherine hadn't expected Dis to attack her "for no reason," and for a moment, she didn't think to dodge. Only Blitz reacted quickly, grabbing Catherine and pulling her into his arms, while turning his back to Dis to prevent the black light from tracking Catherine's location and attacking. Sure enough, after Catherine was pulled into Blitz's arms, the black light veered and continued towards Catherine, but struck Blitz in the back.
"No!"
This time, Claire and Catherine screamed simultaneously.
A strange sizzling sound rang out, like ice water being poured on red-hot iron. Blitz frowned, and the black light, after striking Blitz's back, turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
"So, a Holy Swordsman. No wonder he's so arrogant,"
Dis said contemptuously in a strange tone that fluctuated between high and low. "Don't think that just because you're alright this time, you'll be fine next time; I still have many powerful spells I haven't used yet, and your divine protection might not be able to keep you safe every time."
Hearing Dis say this, Claire and Catherine were relieved, knowing that Briz wasn't injured; however, Catherine felt a little strange. Briz was just a newcomer to the guild, and he only received the divine blessing upon joining, indicating that Briz didn't have a very firm belief in a deity before; generally speaking, a paladin needs to have a sufficiently firm belief to obtain enough divine power to protect themselves from the deity they worship, so why does Briz have enough divine power to resist black magic spells? Does even the gods have a special fondness for this handsome prince?
"Claire, why did the guild master ask you to bring a holy swordsman here to cause trouble?"
Dis turned to Claire.
"N-nothing!"
Claire hurriedly explained, her fear evident. "The guild master wanted me to teach His Highness necromancy and show him around the guild, so that's why I brought him here... Really! You can ask the guild master if you don't believe me!"
Dis rolled her eyes at Claire, then at Briz, and snorted. "Should I help this 'noble' 'Prince' summon a demon for him to 'appreciate'?"
"If it's possible, thank you, big sister."
Briz spoke before Claire could.
Perhaps because Briz's tone was polite, Dis looked at Briz again, her previously sullen expression softening, and nodded.
"Step back a bit, I'm going to summon a demon."
Dis waved her hand, and Briz, Catherine, and Claire almost immediately stepped back.
"Your Highness, how can you summon a demon so casually?"
Claire whispered anxiously. “Summoning demons can come at a huge price. Take Sister Dis, for example. She’s not even thirty yet, but because she made a pact with a demon, the demon turned her into an eighty or ninety-year-old woman!”
Claire’s words startled Catherine. So Dis was really that young; no wonder Claire called her “elder sister.”
“It’s alright,”
Britz nodded to Claire. “I want to understand more about how necromancers make pacts with demons, so I can know how evil forces operate.”
While Britz and Claire were talking, Dis was standing in front of the altar chanting incantations. The strange, fluctuating tones echoed in the room, and soon black winds rose, coalescing on the altar into a demon with a goat’s head, a human body, horse legs, and bat wings.
“I am the demon of the Eight Lands, Apton,”
the demon’s voice boomed like thunder in the basement. "Summoner, you can now explain your reason for summoning me."
"The Eight-Earth Demon!"
When Upton introduced himself, Dis's face showed shock and fear for the first time, while Claire and Catherine beside her almost fainted; the Eight-Earth Demon was a great demon only one level lower than the three main demons Diablo, Mephisto, and Baal, and any one of them had the power to easily destroy a city. Dis,
who was responsible for summoning the demon, probably did not expect that her casual summoning would result in a great demon with such a huge head, and she involuntarily took several steps back; on the other hand, Blitz, who knew nothing about the great demon, did not know the terror of the great demon, and actually took a few steps forward.
"Mr. Demon, may I ask you a question?"
The Eight-Earth Demon Upton looked sizing up Blitz a few times, a strange expression flashing across his sheep-like face, which quickly returned to its indifferent expression.
"I happen to have some time, ask away! I'll answer."
"I'm curious, why do you grant necromancers such immense power after they pay a price to form a pact with you?"
Blitz asked. "I mean, like this Sister Dis, you took her youth and then gave her power; what exactly does Sister Dis's youth mean to you?"
Upton didn't immediately answer Blitz's question, but instead looked Blitz over a few more times, a hint of approval flashing across his face.
"Your human youth means absolutely nothing to us demons..."
As the demon Upton said this, Dis let out a strange cry, her wrinkled face contorting.
Upton glared at Dis, a faint, cold smile appearing on his goat face.
"What we demons crave are hatred, contempt, and hostility—these negative human emotions. These negative emotions are our delicious sustenance. As for the other costs you humans pay, they're utterly worthless to us demons."
"Since all you demons want are these negative emotions like hatred, contempt, and hostility, why do you demand that the humans you've made contracts with pay costs you don't need?"
Blitz pressed on.
"Hahaha! You fool! While we demons don't need those costs you humans pay, those costs are the very foundation for generating negative emotions!"
Upton laughed, extending his left palm. A strange sphere of energy appeared in his hand, containing the image of a beautiful woman.
"Look, this is what that old woman, Dis, originally looked like. The demon who made a contract with her deliberately stole her beauty, transforming her into this ugly creature; this way, everyone who sees her will feel contempt, and she will constantly generate a large amount of hatred and hostility because of the contempt she receives from those around her!"
Upton smiled smugly, his gaze shifting to Catherine. "Didn't this Holy Swordswoman just look down on old woman Dis? And because of that look, old woman Dis developed hatred, allowing the demons who made contracts with her to continuously absorb these negative emotions and grow stronger, understand?"
When Upton's gaze fell upon her, Catherine remembered that she had indeed slighted Dis, and a wave of regret washed over her.
"So, if it weren't for inducing negative emotions, you demons wouldn't need to make those you contract with look so strange, would you?"
Blitz pressed on.
"That's right."
Upton nodded.
"Then, if we don't look down on Sister Dis, you can't obtain negative emotions from us, and your power can't increase, right?"
Blitz pressed further.
"Absolutely right, that's why your god wants you to maintain a compassionate heart."
Upton nodded, a mocking expression on his face. "Maintaining a compassionate heart is an effective way to steal the power of demons; it's the easiest and most effective way to defeat your enemies. Unfortunately, most of you don't understand its true meaning, thinking that you can please your gods and gain power simply by pretending to be kind. It's laughably foolish!"
When Upton said this, Briz nodded in understanding, but Catherine was stunned. She had never understood that the true meaning of the last rule of the Holy Swordsman's Code, "compassion," was actually like this.
"I can't believe you would do this!"
Catherine wasn't the only one stunned; Besser Dalton, who had been hiding and following Briz to observe the situation, was also incredibly surprised and said to Natalie. Besser Dalton had only just truly understood the meaning of the gods' teachings to the clergy to maintain compassion.
"I originally thought you really intended to teach Briz necromancy, but I never expected you to explain the true meaning of the Cleric's Creed to him in this way."
"That's why I said you're a weakling, a bastard who's only good for corrupting Briz. Do you believe me now?"
Natalie scoffed. "Although I don't agree with the path Briz has chosen, I promised Sylvia I would teach Briz well, and I will teach him to be the strongest Holy Swordsman."
As she spoke, a gust of black wind blew by, and the demon Upton, who had been talking with Briz and the others, appeared before Natalie and Besser Dalton.
"Bredante, I've done what you asked me to do."
Upton snorted. "I've repaid my debt to you. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."
"I know, thank you."
Natalie nodded, and Upton vanished again in a gust of black wind.
"He owes you a favor?"
Besser Dalton asked curiously.
"It's nothing, just some 'friction' we've had before,"
Natalie smiled nonchalantly. But Besser Dalton knew things weren't that simple; the 'friction' between the Black Dragon Queen and the Eight Demons wouldn't be just a casual argument, but a fierce and extraordinary battle. Of course, Natalie would be the victor, and Upton would have only managed to save his life by offering to "do something for Natalie." He just hadn't expected Natalie to use such a valuable bargaining chip in this way.
Besser Dalton suddenly had a feeling that while Natalie didn't seem to be putting much effort into teaching Briz, she had actually invested far more effort than anyone else—far more than Besser Dalton.
Perhaps he really should reflect on himself, Besser Dalton thought with some shame.

Chapter Nine: The Choice
Early in the morning, Audrey had just finished meeting with Kahn's officials and assigning tasks for the day. She was relaxing in the garden, brewing a pot of rose tea and sipping it. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the garden, startling Audrey's maids and causing the nearby guards to grab their weapons and stand guard.
The white light vanished, and Archangel Anne, who had disappeared early that morning, appeared where the light had been, accompanied by a hunched-over, kind-faced old man.
Seeing that the person in the white light was the Queen's harbinger—Archangel Anne—the maids and guards breathed a sigh of relief, even though Anne was accompanied by a 'strange' old man; at least it wasn't an enemy.
"Father, this is the person you are looking for,"
Anne said respectfully to the old man.
The old man nodded, squinting at Audrey for a while before smiling and nodding again.
"Good child, what a clever child."
"Old sir, would you like to sit with me for a while? I just brewed some rose tea, would you like to have some?"
Although Audrey found it strange that Anne addressed the old man as "Father God," Audrey didn't believe that this old man was the Creator God, one of the three main gods—how could a main god be so leisurely as to casually come to the mortal world to chat with a mortal? However, based on her good habit of respecting the elderly, Audrey still stood up and politely invited the old man to have tea with her.
"Hehe, in that case, I'll disturb you."
Accompanied by Anne, the Creator God unceremoniously came to the table and sat down; Audrey picked up the teapot, personally poured a pot of tea for the Creator God, and then sat down.
"Good tea."
The Creator God picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Child, you are a good child; would you mind if this old man asked you a question?"
"Please speak, sir."
Audrey replied politely, showing considerable patience—a quality that won her the unwavering respect of all the subjects of Kahn. She always treated everyone with utmost respect and valued their every action.
"Good child."
The Creator God smiled and nodded again, stroking his beard in thought for a moment before slowly speaking.
"Child, I would like to ask you, what is the thing that humans like most, what is the thing that humans desire most?"
"The thing that humans like most, what is the thing that humans desire most?"
Audrey was taken aback. Why was this old man's question so strange?
"Sir, this is a difficult question to answer."
After thinking for a while, Audrey replied. "Everyone likes different things, and everyone desires different things. It's really hard to summarize what humans desire most, what they like most."
"But aren't the things that humans like most power and longevity?"
The Creator God was somewhat puzzled. "At least from what I've heard and know, many humans pursue power and longevity, don't they?"
"Yes, sir, indeed many people pursue power and longevity."
Audrey nodded. "However, power or longevity may not be what those people like or want most, but rather just a means or method to obtain and retain what they like and want most."
"Oh? How so?"
Hearing Audrey say this, the Creator God became curious, straightened his hunched back, and looked at Audrey.
“Old sir, you know, many people desire a happy life, so they pursue power because power can bring them happiness in many forms, such as the luxury of living or the pleasure of dominating others,”
Audrey explained. “And those who have already attained happiness, in order to enjoy it as much as possible, pursue longevity so they can enjoy happiness for a longer time.”
“Oh, so the thing that humanity desires and loves most is happiness, isn’t it?”
the Creator God pondered.
“You could say that,”
Audrey agreed. “However, what brings happiness to people is not fixed; it varies from person to person. That’s why I said earlier that it’s difficult to summarize exactly what humanity desires and loves most, because everyone’s methods and paths to achieving happiness are different.”
“Is that so?”
the Creator God asked doubtfully. “Can’t power and longevity bring happiness?”
“Perhaps for most people, yes; but not everyone will be happy because of power and longevity,”
Audrey replied.
“Is that so?”
the Creator God pondered for a moment. "Then, child, if it were you, what would you want most?"
"Me?"
Audrey paused, taken aback. "...Perhaps unchanging beauty?"
"Unchanging beauty? Why?"
The Creator God asked curiously.
"Because what I want most is to live happily with my beloved."
Audrey's cheeks flushed slightly as she answered.
"Living happily with your beloved? What does that have to do with unchanging beauty?"
The Creator God pressed on curiously. "And since what you want most is to live happily with your beloved, why don't you just say so directly, instead of saying you want unchanging beauty?"
"Because my beloved loves beautiful women. If I can't maintain my beauty, then even if I can be with my beloved, he won't be happy."
Audrey said absentmindedly. "But, as long as I can maintain my beauty, then I'm almost certain that the time I spend with him will be happy, even if I can't be with him forever."
"Hmm, quite an interesting argument. I've never heard of that before."
The Creator God nodded. "But don't you wish this happiness could last forever? Don't you wish for immortality?"
"Old sir, of course I do."
Audrey sighed softly. "But if I can't retain my beauty, then as I said, even if I'm with my lover, he won't be happy; what's the point of immortality then? It's just eternal torment." "
Is that so, child? In other words, if you had to choose between immortality and eternal beauty, you would choose beauty, wouldn't you?"
the Creator God asked.
"Yes."
Audrey nodded.
"Child, you know, although you don't believe this old man is some kind of Creator God, I can still grant you your wishes."
The Creator God smiled. "But you can only choose between immortality and beauty. Are you sure you really want to choose beauty?"
"Yes."
Audrey nodded without hesitation.
"How interesting, you're the first human I've met who doesn't choose longevity."
The Creator God chuckled. "Fine, since you choose beauty, then... Anne? Angela?"
Angela, called by the Creator God, appeared automatically without Audrey's summons and transformed into a beam of white light, merging into Audrey's body.
"Old sir, please wait!"
Audrey cried out hastily upon seeing Anne and Angela merge into her. "If the price for granting me eternal beauty is the sacrifice of Anne and Angela, then I would rather not have it!"
"Why?"
The Creator God was curious again. Could someone really refuse a gift from the Creator God?
"Because they are my friends!"
Audrey's expression was quite sad. "If I have to sacrifice them to preserve my beauty, I won't accept it!"
"Oh, I see. Hehehe... You really are a good child."
The Creator God stroked his beard and laughed. "Don't worry, as long as angels' consciousness doesn't perish, even if they lose their physical form, they can be reborn in Heaven. However, granting you eternal beauty requires modifying your physique, and taking you to Heaven would be too troublesome. So, I've directly allowed you to inherit their angelic physiques, while their consciousness can return to Heaven, where they can obtain new forms and be reborn. So, don't worry!"
"Is it true?"
Audrey was still uneasy and pressed on.
"Trust me."
The Creator God chuckled, extending his left hand, and another beam of white light shot towards Audrey. The white light formed a halo around Audrey's body, and a sense of peace and tranquility began to seep into her. Many white light particles seemed to evaporate, leaving Audrey's body and drifting into the sky.
"Alright."
After a while, the old man withdrew his hand. "Now you have eternal beauty. I hope you can obtain the happiness you seek."
"Thank you, sir."
Audrey bowed to the Creator God in gratitude, but the expression on her face didn't seem very happy.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
The Creator God wondered, why was this human girl's behavior so different from what he knew about humans?
"Annie and Angela... are they really alright?"
Audrey asked softly.
Without speaking, the Creator God simply flicked his fingers; two beams of white light appeared beside him, and when the light disappeared, Annie and Angela appeared in the same spot; the difference was that Annie and Angela had regained the angelic halo they had lost after being defiled by 'someone'.
"It seems you're really worried about them, good child."
The Creator God smiled. "Well then, let them continue to keep you company."
"Thank you, Father God!"
Seeing that Annie and Angela were unharmed, Audrey was overjoyed, even changing her way of addressing the Creator God.
"You're welcome. You've also taught me a lot about humans, which has greatly increased my chances of winning this bet with that guy."
The Creator God chuckled, but his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only his words echoing in the garden. "The rose tea was delicious. Would you mind if I came back to chat and make tea with you again next time?"
"Great! Congratulations, Audrey!"
As soon as the Creator God left, Annie and Angela excitedly hugged Audrey.
"Is...is this real?"
Audrey looked at her hands, somewhat incredulous. "It feels like a dream."
"Of course it's true, anyway you didn't lose anything, did you?"
Anne smiled, holding Audrey's hand.
"Yeah... oh! That's right!"
Audrey suddenly remembered something. "I need to tell the teacher this good news right away!"
"Tell him? No way! That big pervert! If he finds out that the Creator God made you inherit the angel's constitution, he'll definitely 'torture' you again!"
"But it feels so good, hehe... Actually, I'm more worried about you two. You two have to be careful, or the angelic halo you finally got back will disappear again!"
So, Audrey's death wasn't the kind of death that ordinary humans know. It was just that she transformed from a human body into a true angel form, specifically a six-winged archangel form (inherited from Annie), a point that the Creator God didn't explicitly state.

Chapter Ten: Human Form, Dragon's Legacy.
'Flame Princess' Filia's beauty is renowned throughout the entire Northern Continent. In addition, she is the princess of 'Kahn,' the strongest country in the North. Marrying Filia would undoubtedly bring countless benefits. Therefore, since Filia came of age, nobility from all over the continent have come to propose marriage with large dowries.
To those who came to propose marriage, no matter their persuasion, threats, or inducements, Philia had only one simple answer—whatever the means, as long as the suitor could defeat her, she would let him do as he pleased, even if he wanted to toy with her and then discard her—of course, no "normal" person in this world would be willing to abandon Philia—and she didn't care; she was even willing to marry him as a concubine.
Since Philia offered such "generous" conditions, it's easy to imagine that even more suitors came to propose. Even the married kings, those confident in their martial arts or magic, had all tried to propose.
However, just looking at the fact that Philia is still unmarried reveals the fate of those who came to propose—every single one of them lost to Philia in a duel, without exception.
It's true, even the swordsmanship expert, Blitz, couldn't defeat Philia, and Blitz was a dragon-human with blue dragon blood; other ordinary humans had even less hope.
This afternoon, another grand procession carrying various treasure chests, escorted by a troop of gleaming armor and led by a dashing young nobleman, entered the city of Cain. The people of Cain were already used to this sight; they all knew, but not who, this time a nobleman wanted to propose to the Flame Princess. The residents were also gossiping among themselves. This young nobleman seemed quite likable, and they hoped the princess wouldn't be too harsh on him... After much discussion, the consensus was that the young man who came to propose would surely fail again; no one believed he could win the Flame Princess's heart.
When the young nobleman entered the palace, met Briz, and expressed his desire to propose to Felia, Briz hurriedly sent someone to inform Felia. As her brother, Briz was very concerned about his sister's future marriage. Therefore, whenever a suitor came to the door, as long as Felia was not out traveling, Briz would almost invariably send someone to invite Felia to meet the suitor, hoping that his sister, who was almost ninety years old, could get married as soon as possible.
"Brother, what's up now?"
When Felia appeared in the hall yawning, everyone was startled. Before Blitz sent someone to inform her, Felia had been napping. After receiving the message, she hadn't changed or tidied herself; her long, fiery red hair was disheveled, and she wore only a thin, semi-transparent nightgown, completely disregarding how her incredibly alluring figure and ample bosom, partially concealed by the nightgown, were stirring the desires of all the men present.
"Uh, this gentleman wants to propose to you..."
Blitz, not expecting his sister to appear half-naked, was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Oh, a proposal? Then the usual rule applies: whoever can defeat me, I'll marry."
Felia squinted, her expression nonchalant. "Let's begin!"
"...But, Felia, won't you change your clothes first?"
Blitz was taken aback. Felia dressed so provocatively for a duel? "Empty-handed and unarmed?" "Someone! Go and fetch the princess's twin flaming pistols..."
"No need for that!"
Philia stopped Blitz from ordering someone to fetch his weapons. "It's just a duel, it'll only last a moment. It's not like we're fighting to the death, why bring weapons!"
"That's true..."
Blitz thought about it. Perhaps Philia had taken a liking to this handsome young nobleman, and that's why she planned to go empty-handed, giving him some 'favor' in her marriage proposal; by ordering someone to fetch Philia's weapons, he was actually ruining her 'good intentions'.
"Then, I'll be rude."
Hearing that Philia would actually duel him empty-handed, the young nobleman's face flushed with excitement. It was unclear whether he was excited because Philia was willing to 'give him a chance' empty-handed, or because he was excited by Philia's half-naked, alluring figure.
The young nobleman bowed to Philia, who remained half-asleep, seemingly indifferent, as if she hadn't fully woken up. This left the young nobleman unsure whether to draw his sword; however, considering this might be a 'chance' from Philia, he finally decided to draw his sword.
His hand reached for the hilt, but grasped only air; simultaneously, he felt a chill on his neck. Philia, without him noticing, had already snatched the sword and was now holding it to his neck.
"You lost, please leave!"
Philia casually tossed the sword to the ground, uttering this statement that stunned everyone present. Then she yawned, turned, and went back to her room.

Chapter Eleven: Natalie's Surprise
"My most beautiful and charming Miss Natalie."
A man, holding a large bouquet of roses, knelt on one knee before Natalie, presenting her with the bouquet. "Would you accept my advances, Madam?"
Natalie smiled gently, as if she hadn't even noticed the large bouquet of flowers in front of her.
"Is it possible?"
the man asked again, full of hope.
"I only like brave men."
Natalie flashed another alluring smile. "Are you brave enough?"
"Of course!"
the man exclaimed, overjoyed as if he'd heard divine music. "On the battlefield, I'm always the first to charge, and I rose to centurion through my merits!"
*I know that, I even approved your promotion!* Natalie thought unhappily. Really, when will these human idiots stop this pointless behavior?
"How about we have a courage test?"
Natalie smiled gently. "Come to my room."
The man was overjoyed. Although he'd heard that every man who entered Natalie's room couldn't last long before fleeing, he was very confident in his courage; not only in his courage, but also in his stamina in bed. Even if Natalie wanted to test his skills in bed, he was absolutely certain he could win.
As Natalie entered her bedroom, the man saw only a beautifully furnished woman's room, nothing frightening about it.
"Please take off your clothes and sit on the bed."
Natalie smiled faintly.
Good heavens! What incredible luck! Natalie was actually going to test his skills in bed? The man excitedly followed Natalie's instructions, undressed, and sat on the bed.
"Please spread your legs."
Natalie knelt down in front of the man, her white breasts revealed from her low-cut neckline instantly causing his penis to swell rapidly, standing erect.
The man eagerly followed Natalie's instructions and spread his legs.
"Hehe, so big."
Natalie looked down at the man's penis, her fragrant breath brushing against the tip, almost causing him to ejaculate.
However, Natalie's next move startled the man, making him jump up—Natalie took out a sharp knife and sliced it horizontally across the man's erect penis!
"What...what are you doing?"
the man asked, his voice trembling.
"Cut it open to see what's going on?"
Natalie said matter-of-factly. “I’ve seen plenty of men’s things when I’m studying corpses; but corpses don’t get engorged with blood, so I want to dissect one that does. What, are you scared?”
“This…this…Miss Natalie, I suddenly remembered I have something to attend to, I’m sorry to take my leave!”
The man grabbed his clothes and hurriedly dressed, then rushed out of Natalie’s bedroom without looking back.
“One minute and four seconds, including the time it took to get dressed.”
Natalie muttered to herself. “Although this might scare away these idiot humans, they just keep coming back, it’s really annoying!”
Tilting her head and thinking for a moment, a smug smile suddenly appeared on Natalie’s face.
“I’ve got it, that’s it!”
It was late at night, and the palace guards were dozing off, but the next second one of them was startled awake, because Natalie, dressed only in a sexy sheer veil, appeared before him.
“B-Commander, good morning!”
The guard immediately saluted—both his upper and lower body at the same time. "Excuse me... what brings you to the palace in the middle of the night, Commander?"
"His Highness summoned me."
Natalie gave a shy smile.
"His Highness summoned you?"
The guard paused for a moment, then understood. "Ah, yes, yes, please come in!" "Thank you for your trouble.
" Natalie smiled and walked past the guard ,
the strong floral fragrance making him feel lightheaded. "
Oh, and congratulations, Commander. " The guard quickly added. "Thank you. " Natalie walked straight towards Briz's bedroom without looking back. "Ah ... "Huh?" Both Silver Bell and Blitz were startled when Natalie suddenly entered. Blitz was surprised by Natalie's "unusual" attire, while Silver Bell blushed because she had been caught "cheating" with Blitz, even though their affair was already a semi-public secret in the Cain Palace, Silver Bell herself was unaware of it. "Na...Natalie, what are you doing...?" Blitz stammered, pointing at Natalie. "Didn't His Highness send me?" Natalie feigned surprise. "Me?" Blitz was startled. "I didn't!" "Your Highness, it's normal for boys to like girls, there's no need to be shy." Natalie climbed onto the edge of Blitz's bed, her 36E breasts exposed to Blitz's view from beneath her black lingerie. "Since His Majesty summoned me, why deny it?" "I...I didn't deny it!" Blitz panicked. "It's just that I really didn't summon you! What is it..." "How...is this...!" Natalie clutched the hem of her dress, biting it lightly, her face full of sorrow. "When I came here, everyone I met on the road knew His Highness had summoned me here...I'll never be able to get married in the future!" "This...this..." Upon hearing that Natalie's "reputation" was damaged and seeing her pitiful and sorrowful appearance, the "pure" Blitz, who had never experienced anything like this before, immediately panicked. "I'll explain to those people that it's really a misunderstanding!" " And I thought that after all these years, a handsome man had finally taken a liking to me, and I could finally abandon my virginity and truly become a woman, but who knew it was all just wishful thinking?" Tears even began to well up in Natalie's clear black and white eyes. "My feelings have been severely hurt~~ What to do~~? It seems my magic is starting to go out of control~~!" Just then, Blitz heard eerie groans of undead creatures coming from around the palace, mixed with the panicked shouts and running sounds of the palace guards; clearly, Natalie's "magic going out of control" had caused a large number of undead creatures to gather around the palace. "Your Highness, since Natalie is so eager to be 'ridden,' why don't you 'ride' her properly this time!" Although Blitz was already flustered, Little Silver Bell beside him had calmed down; however, Little Silver Bell's suggestion was a bit too blatant. "It would be good to fulfill her wish." A little puzzled as to why Little Silver Bell would speak in such a tone, Blitz looked at Little Silver Bell curiously; he only saw Little Silver Bell's face full of sourness, clearly extremely jealous. "Is it alright, Your Highness~~?" At this moment, Natalie pounced on Blitz like a hungry tiger, knocking him down. At this point, even if Blitz wanted to refuse, he couldn't. Not only did Natalie occupy the absolutely advantageous position above him, meaning Blitz could be raped on the spot at any moment if Natalie wanted to; furthermore, Natalie was twisting her slender, exquisite figure like a water snake before Blitz's eyes with an incredibly alluring posture, while her lower body was pressing against Blitz's large penis, rubbing incessantly. Blitz's penis, of course, honestly stood up. "This…that…" Blitz still couldn't make up his mind. "Your Highness~." Natalie once again wore a mournful expression, lightly biting her finger. "Don't you like me?" "How could that be? Natalie is so beautiful, I like Natalie very much." This time Blitz confessed quickly. "It's just that Natalie is my military instructor, I always feel…" "Don't treat me like a teacher in the dormitory." Natalie's white finger touched Blitz's lips, a soft, charming smile. "Please treat me like a woman, okay?" "Yes, yes..."

Blitz nodded, but then saw Natalie immediately bite her finger again, looking heartbroken. Blitz immediately realized that his words had displeased Natalie. "Okay, okay, Natalie."
"Then, Your Highness, do you like me?"
Seeing Blitz change his words, Natalie smiled brightly. "Do you like me as a woman?"
"Yes, of course I do!"
Blitz nodded like a madman, though perhaps he had already been driven crazy by Natalie's fickle emotions. "But..."
"No buts~~."
Natalie lowered her body, her beautiful face close to Blitz's, her full breasts rubbing against his chest. "Do you want me?"
"Uh..."
Blitz blushed; to be honest, it wasn't that Blitz didn't want to have sex with Natalie, but he was worried about Little Silver Bell being right next to him...
"Hehe, Your Highness is so adorably honest."
Natalie chuckled, shifting her lower body to adjust the angle, and Blitz's already hard and throbbing penis slid down Natalie's already wet and sticky passage into her tight and moist vagina.
"Ahhhhh!"
With the huge penis inside her, Natalie let out a charming moan.
"Oh! Waaah! Natalie, you...no way!"
Blitz, his penis squeezed into Natalie's honey pot, experienced another interpretation of "turbulent undercurrents" for the first time: the soft folds of Natalie's secret passage were like waves constantly brushing against Blitz's penis, creating unparalleled pleasure; and besides the brushing of the soft folds, the contraction force of Natalie's honey pot was also stronger than Blitz had ever imagined. Each contraction solidly squeezed the pleasure generated on the surface of his penis deep into his body. That incredibly satisfying stimulation quickly made Blitz's penis cry out in pain, and it was a continuous wail.
"Help...help me! It's too...comfortable...no! Natalie, you...came...no...oh...no strength...Natalie..."
Finally, after a dozen or so ejaculations, Blitz fell asleep, exhausted.
"Satisfied?"
Little Silver Bell, who had been watching coldly, groaned. "Who would have thought the infamous Black Dragon Queen 'Blackdandy' would also seek out men?"
(Blackdandy means either the ultimate black beauty or the black plague.) Natalie, straddling Blitz, gave a sinister, seductive smile. Ignoring the fact that Blitz's penis was still inside her, she suddenly reached out with her left hand and grabbed Little Silverbell's throat, tightening her grip forcefully.
"What?! Let...let go...let...go!"
Little Silverbell, struggling to breathe, tried to pry Natalie's hand away, but Natalie's strength far surpassed Little Silverbell's. Little Silverbell could do nothing but helplessly pound Natalie's left hand.
"Since Sylvia can find men, why can't I?"
Natalie (or should she be called Bridal?) revealed a cruel smile. "I'm asking you, why didn't you teach Blitz the 'Dragon's Heart Technique'?"
"Wh-Dragon... Heart Technique... I don't know..."
Little Silver Bell continued to struggle. "Let... me go!"
"You don't know? The twenty-fourth generation Holy Maiden of the Silver Dragon Clan doesn't know the 'Dragon's Heart Technique'? Bullshit!"
Natalie tightened her grip on Little Silver Bell's left hand, and Little Silver Bell screamed, bright red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. "Don't try to fool me! I'll kill you!"
"Elder... won't let... you go..."
Little Silver Bell coughed, no longer having the strength to struggle.
"Don't try to scare me with Heclaine and Pottsian. They won't let me go? I'd like to see if Sylvia will let me go, or if it'll be you, you little bastard!"
Natalie sneered, tightening her grip on her left hand. The sound of bones breaking filled the air, and Little Silver Bell's body convulsed, blood gushing from her bloodless lips. "I'll ask one last time, why didn't you teach Blitz the 'Dragon's Heart Technique'?"
Under Natalie's control, Little Silver Bell could only weakly shake her head, her hands helplessly tugging at Natalie's hand.
"Can't speak? Then I'll ask you, and you can either nod or shake your head: You didn't teach Blitz the 'Dragon's Heart Technique' because you like him, want to have him all to yourself, that's why you didn't teach him the 'Dragon's Heart Technique'?"
Little Silver Bell nodded weakly. Natalie then released her grip, letting Little Silver Bell fall onto the bed, gasping in pain.
"You little bastard, if Sylvia knew you didn't teach Blitz the 'Dragon's Heart Technique,' she'd kill you."
Natalie sneered, her left hand pointing at Little Silver Bell's neck, which was already severely deformed from being squeezed. The light of her water-based regeneration spell immediately shone.
"If you don't want to die a horrible death, teach Blitz the 'Dragon's Heart Technique' tomorrow, understand?"
Faced with Natalie's stern questioning, Little Silver Bell could only nod weakly again. Natalie then reached out and poked Little Silver Bell's head, forcing the hypnotic effect into her mind, putting her into a deep sleep.
Then, Natalie turned to look at Blitz, her previously sinister expression replaced by one full of tenderness, followed by a soft sigh.
"I've really dug my own grave this time. I never thought doing something like this could bring such pleasure and comfort. It makes me feel like I've wasted over a thousand years of my life,"
Natalie whispered. "Rest well, my love. Although you don't know I love you, that doesn't matter."
In the tree outside the window, Besser Dorton put away his staff and quietly left; Natalie, however, was completely focused on Blitz and didn't notice anyone peeping at her outside.
[Two days later] Natalie and Little Silver Bell lay naked on the bed, both with tired but satisfied expressions on their faces.
"Natalie, I have to apologize to you,"
Little Silver Bell suddenly whispered in Natalie's ear.
"Hmm...what?"
"I really should have taught His Highness the 'Dragon's Heart Technique' sooner; before, I always felt unsatisfied, and I had to fake an orgasm, then I worried that someone else would steal His Highness from me, and I wouldn't get enough, which was so sad."
Little Silver Bell blushed. "After teaching His Highness the 'Dragon's Heart Technique,' I'm fed so much by His Highness every day, it's so satisfying."
Natalie chuckled softly, then said in a low voice.
"Little Silver Bell, I also have to apologize to you."
"Apologize for what?"
Little Silver Bell looked at her with curiosity.
"I shouldn't have forced you to teach His Highness the Dragon's Heart Technique; I didn't expect that after His Highness learned the Dragon's Heart Technique, he would drag the two of us around all day long to play."
Natalie also blushed. "Now look what's happened, the two of us haven't gotten out of bed for two days! And His Highness always seems to have more than enough fun..."
Little Silver Bell chuckled softly. "Guess who's next to suffer? You or me?"
"Natalie, stick your ass up high."
Blitz's voice came from under the covers.
Natalie couldn't help but roll her eyes, but when Blitz grabbed Natalie's plump buttocks under the covers and thrust his large penis into her tight, wet vagina in a wheelchair-like position, Natalie's eye roll was stuck there, unable to go back.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh my god!"
To be continued...

Dragon Envoy Side Story:

Dark City 1
The path to the underworld that Lilith mentioned actually had its entrance in the desert in the southwest of the continent; fortunately, we could use flight magic to fly in the air and find the entrance, and if necessary, we could have Lucia go out in dragon form to search, so we found the entrance in no time.
As for the monsters we encountered along the way, such as armored behemoths, vampire bats, naturally formed earth golems, or undead creatures, they were either incredibly slow or extremely vulnerable. Lilith managed to get out through these creatures back then, so how could I, with the dragon girl, not get in?
The location of the so-called "Mysterious Guardian" that Lilith mentioned was basically a very large cave, comparable in size to Christine's church. Next to the cave was another large opening, where over a hundred dark elves had already gathered when we arrived.
Upon seeing us, two male dark elves ran towards us.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Mercenaries passing by."
Dark elves are never one for small talk, so the one asking the question didn't say much, and Lilith, who answered, didn't mince words either. Sure enough, the two dark elves gave us a few disdainful looks and then turned and walked away.
I glanced at them; their equipment shimmered with magical light, and several of the mages were level seven or higher. A team fully equipped with magical weapons and high-level mages—no wonder the two dark elves looked down on us.
"They're probably going to challenge the Mysterious Guardian,"
Lilith said with a sneer of anticipation.
"What exactly is that mysterious guardian?"
A team of over a hundred high-ranking warriors equipped with magical weapons, plus many high-level mages—their combat capabilities were not to be underestimated. Yet Lilith still wore an expression of anticipation, clearly believing this team wasn't strong enough to defeat the mysterious guardian.
"That is…"
Before Lilith could finish speaking, a deafening dragon roar echoed through the sealed underground cavern. The powerful sonic shockwaves forced Lilith to cover her ears, her face contorted in pain, and sent the dark elves rolling on the ground in agony.
So the mysterious guardian was a dragon; no wonder Lilith didn't think they could win.
Before the first roar had even subsided, a second roar erupted. Unable to withstand the intense sonic impact, Lilith collapsed to the ground, while the dark elf warriors began rushing into the large cavern, and the mages began chanting spells in preparation.
Although I had already acquired many dragon abilities, these powerful dragon roars didn't affect me much. However, the deafening ringing in my ears was still quite unpleasant, so I cast a soundproof barrier to reduce the noise interference.
Luckily, Audrey didn't follow. Even if she had, she would most likely have been stunned, unable to see anything while unconscious.
At that moment, a blue shadow rushed out of the large cave. Wherever its claws struck, dark elf warriors were torn to shreds. But even more strangely, after the dragon appeared, some dark elves began to help it kill their own kind, and the number of these defectors was increasing.
"Does anyone know what's going on? Why are those who came to kill the dragon turning on their own people?"
I asked the dragon girls through telepathy.
"It's the Sapphire Dragon. That's the Sapphire Dragon's mind control ability. Those dark elves must have been controlled by the Sapphire Dragon,"
Sonia told me through telepathy.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that the dragon, about 19 meters long, was indeed covered in shimmering, translucent blue scales, reflecting a jewel-like blue light in the torchlight. No wonder it was called the Sapphire Dragon; its scales looked just like sapphires.
However, I felt that the Sapphire Dragon seemed rather fat, perhaps due to laziness…
Under the “joint” attack of the Sapphire Dragon and the Dark Elves, the Dark Elves who had come to kill the dragon were quickly slaughtered. Then, the Sapphire Dragon glared, and the Dark Elves controlled by it immediately clutched their heads, rolling and struggling on the ground before collapsing dead.
“It’s the Sapphire Dragon’s mind attack ability,”
Sonia explained through our mental connection before I could ask.
Having defeated the Dark Elves in an instant, the Sapphire Dragon looked at us curiously with its crystal-blue eyes.
“Hmm… what brings you all here?”
the Sapphire Dragon asked. "Are you trying to steal my treasure?"
"No, we have no interest in your treasure."
I quickly shook my head.
"Oh? But I am very interested in your treasure."
The Sapphire Dragon looked at us meaningfully. "Especially that Snow Elf's sword, it's a rare magic sword!"
"I have no interest in giving you that sword, it was a gift from a friend." "
But I really want that sword." "
Are you going to steal it?"
I chuckled coldly. "I'm absolutely not afraid of fighting."
"Hmm..."
The Sapphire Dragon tilted its head and thought for a moment. "Stealing seems like a good idea, but that's too boring; how about we play a riddle game?"
"Huh? A riddle game?"
"Yes! A riddle game! You give me a riddle and I'll guess it. If I can guess it, you leave everything you have on you."
A cunning look appeared in the Sapphire Dragon's eyes.
Of course, I wasn't foolish enough to believe this sapphire dragon would actually play a riddle with me. Adult dragons can read the minds of creatures other than dragons, and this sapphire dragon, at 19 meters long, was highly likely an adult. Besides, with such powerful mental abilities, how could it possibly fail to decipher my riddle?
"And what if you can't guess?"
"If I guess wrong, I'll grant you one wish,"
the sapphire dragon promised nonchalantly.
"Also, how long do you plan to take to guess my answer? Don't try to cheat by saying you're still guessing when you can't figure it out,"
I added, to prevent the sapphire dragon from reneging.
"I've given you the time limit,"
the sapphire dragon said confidently. "Can you tell me your riddle now?"
"Okay, my riddle is..."
I cleared my throat and said slowly. "There's something that doesn't have feet when it's small, has one foot when it grows up, and has two feet when it's fully grown. Guess what it is, and guess it before I finish making love with my woman!"
After saying that, I immediately pulled Lucia over, lifted Lucia's skirt, and inserted myself into Lucia's vagina as she pulled down my pants.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Lucia cried out in pleasure, pressing my head against her ample breasts with her arms.
I knew the sapphire dragon would try to read my mind, but I was focused on making love to Lucia, my mind filled with thoughts of how to penetrate her. The sapphire dragon couldn't read anything except the act of lovemaking, let alone solve the riddle. Just looking at the anxious expression on its face, I knew my operation was a great success.
"Wow! Ahhhh! Lucia, you actually... squeeze, entwine, twist, pull... you're going to make me cum! I can't resist the extreme pleasure erupting inside me! I'm cumming!" "Ah
... I ejaculated a full load inside Lucia, and as my Great Southern Kingdom withdrew from her, white semen mixed with clear vaginal fluid dripped out. "Hey, where's the answer? I've already finished with my woman, and you still haven't given me the answer?" I grinned at the Sapphire Dragon. "This question... this is a question you made up, there's no answer, right?" The Sapphire Dragon's eyes suddenly lit up. "The answer to this question is that there is no answer, right?" " Clang, clang, wrong guess, wrong guess! You lost, hmm, what should I call you?" "Wait, wait!" The Sapphire Dragon hurriedly interrupted. "Tell me the answer, and if the answer isn't made up, I'll admit defeat." "Okay, listen carefully, the answer is..." I deliberately dragged out my words, making the Sapphire Dragon's eyes almost pop out of their sockets in anxiety. "...Half a frog!" As I loudly announced the answer, the Sapphire Dragon collapsed heavily. "Wait! Wait a minute! Half a frog? How can that be an answer?" Sapphire Dragon protested immediately. "How can half a frog grow?" "Wait, wait, what was my question?" "Your question is, what kind of thing has no legs when it's small, one leg when it grows up, and two legs when it's fully grown?" Sapphire Dragon replied. "Right, I asked about things, things! I didn't ask about any kind of creature!" I chuckled. "A frog cut in half is half a frog. Although half a frog can't grow and can't be considered a creature, it's still a thing, right?" "This...this seems to be a writer's..." Sapphire Dragon was still trying to struggle. "Writers are things too! Anyway, frogs don't have legs when they're young, they have two legs when they grow up, and four legs when they're fully grown; a frog cut in half naturally only has half the number of legs!" "But...but, if you cut a frog in half..." "That's called a half-frog, not half a frog! Since it's half a frog, everything has to be in half!" "Ugh..." Seeing the Sapphire Dragon looking like it wanted to argue but couldn't, it was so satisfying! "Hey, you have to admit defeat when you lose a bet! Let me think...what should I ask you to do?" For me, the Underworld in Dark City 2 is a wondrous place; some places are so vast that dragons can fly through them, while others are so narrow that you have to squeeze through sideways. After emerging from the passage connecting the surface world and the Underworld, what stands before me is an underground space so vast that you can't see the end in any direction, and a city of dark elves stands here. "This is the trading city of Os. Malos, ruled by the Doruni family," Lilith introduced, acting as a tour guide. "Dark elves trade with other races on the surface here, and the headquarters of the Dark Guild is also here." "Hmm, is there anything I should be careful about in Dark Elf territory?" As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I should find out about the Dark Elf customs beforehand to avoid unnecessary conflicts. "There's only one thing to be careful about, and that is that everything related to Dark Elves can be resolved with force." Lilith smiled seductively. "As long as you have the strength, Master can occupy this city if he wants, or even control the Dark Guild." "So, this is basically a lawless world, is that right?" Sonia asked. "Isn't the law of the surface world also a kind of force? The only difference is who enforces it." Irelia interjected. "Isn't law and violence just about who has the bigger fist, who has the final say, and only the enforcers are different? Is there a big difference?" Hearing Irelia's words, Sonia didn't retort, but instead lowered her head to think. Following Lilith through the city gate, the four guards—one woman and three men—looked at me with disdain. "Who are you?" the highest-ranking female dark elf asked. "Mercenaries passing by," I replied curtly. "I didn't ask you anything, shut your mouth! Lowly men!" the female dark elf scoffed. "Master, you're being looked down upon!" Lilith whispered in my ear. "According to the customs of the Underworld, if you don't get your revenge, not only will the dark elves look down on you, but other races living underground will look down on you, and even I, this lowly, lewd slave, will look down on you!" Get my revenge? That's easy. I waved my hands, and numerous sharp vacuum wind blades swept past the female dark elf, instantly slicing her armor and clothing to shreds, revealing her naked body. The incredibly sharp vacuum blade spells swept past me repeatedly, carving numerous large cracks in the thick city wall behind me, terrifying the female dark elf into remaining motionless. "I'm sorry, but I'm just a lowly male, aren't I? Then why was you, a high-ranking woman, stripped naked by a lowly male like me? Hmm?" Amidst the astonished gazes of many onlookers, I left the naked female dark elf behind and strode confidently into the city. The other dark elves near the entrance looked at me with increased respect. Indeed, in the underground world, strength is everything; only through power can one earn respect. To facilitate trade between the surface races and the city, magical flames illuminated the streets, their glow reflecting on the shops and passersby. Most of the pedestrians were dark elves carrying weapons, some were handcuffed and shackled slaves in tattered clothes, and there were also some human adventurers like myself, probably from the surface world. Suddenly, a commotion arose in the distance. A female elf with long, light green hair, dressed in only a few ragged clothes, came running frantically towards us, pursued by several armed dark elves. "Help me! Help me!"

The female elf, probably seeing that Lucia was also an "elf woman" and carried a weapon, screamed and threw herself into Lucia's arms. The dark elves chasing after her stopped when they saw the female elf trembling in Lucia's arms and approaching us. The leader of the dark elves glared at Lilith, sizing her up.
"Hey, that slave is mine, give him back!"
the leader said rudely to Lilith.
Lilith glanced at me, and I gave her the middle finger. Lilith immediately smiled seductively.
"What's so funny? Give me back my slave!"
the leader roared.
"Your slave? We don't have any slaves of yours here,"
Lilith said contemptuously. "Those who can't even manage their own slaves have no right to own slaves! The slaves we find naturally belong to us!"
"So you're not planning to return my slave?"
The leading female dark elf's eyes flashed with malice.
"Not me, but my master."
Lilith gave me a flirtatious wink at the leading female dark elf. "My master thinks you're too lowly and disdains to speak to you, so she sent me, her slave, to do it for her. You don't need to bother speaking to my master."
The female dark elf glared at us fiercely, scrutinizing us carefully. She saw that Lucia, Lyonna, Xiaoye, and Irelia were carrying swords, Avery was holding a long whip, and Sonia, Lilith, and I were all dressed as mages. Her own subordinates were few in number and mostly ordinary warriors with swords and knives. Considering that her forces couldn't defeat us, she had no choice but to hold back her anger.
"Hmph, then I challenge you to a duel at the arena, with this slave as the wager!"
said the leading female dark elf.
"A challenge? No problem. Our wager is this slave, what wager do you have?"
Lilith asked with a sly grin.
"We don't need a wager, you're doomed to lose!"
the female dark elf roared.
"You're really confident! In that case, how about you wager yourself? Or are you too cowardly to wager yourself? Hmm?"
Lilith teased.
"What's there to be afraid of!"
the female dark elf sneered. "Come to the arena in half an hour, or you'll be despised by everyone! Hmph!"
"Hey, how did it turn into a fight at the arena?"
I asked Lilith in a low voice as I watched the female dark elf turn and leave.
"It's our custom here."
Lilith shrugged. "Anyway, these kinds of things are almost always resolved by force, so we dark elves simply take these violent solutions to the arena; we can provide fighting entertainment for others to watch, and also earn some gambling winnings—a win-win situation, isn't it?"
"Master~~ what about her~~?"
Lucia asked, pointing to the elven woman still clinging to her arms.
"Well, of course, we'll ask her if she's willing to be my slave. If she is, I'll protect her; if not, of course, we'll just return her to her original master!" "
This...this..."
The elven woman's face immediately drained of color when she heard me ask that.
"Master, how could you take advantage of her in her vulnerable state?"
Leoni pouted unhappily.
"I didn't take advantage of her! Think about it, to protect her, we have to fight with others in the arena. Shouldn't she pay some price? At least sleep with me every day... although her chest is really too flat..."
"Master!"
Leoni stomped her foot.
"If she's not willing to pay the price, we can let her go, but..."
I pointed to the dark elves around us. "...See these people? I'm afraid this lady will be captured and enslaved again soon!"
"Yeah~~ Master is right~~~" Lucia echoed my opinion.
Leoni, exasperated by Lucia and me, could only pull the elf woman aside to comfort her. "I'm sorry, what my master said actually makes some sense. Unless you pretend to be my master's slave temporarily, it will be difficult for my master to protect you. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Th-that..."
the elf woman said timidly. "As long as this gentleman doesn't mistreat me... I, I'm willing to sleep with this gentleman..."
Upon hearing the elf woman say this, Leoni immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Little girl, did you hear that? She's willing to sleep with me! What are you worrying about?"
I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "What's your name?"
"Ms...Mstherly..."
"Then, Mstherly, come give your master a hug!"
I pulled Mstherly into my arms. "Let's go to the arena and fight for your freedom!"
As we headed towards the arena, the entire city suddenly echoed with news broadcast by a wind-elemental resonance field spell: the battle between "earthlings" and dark elves was about to take place in the arena. Hearing the news, the dark elves began to move towards the arena; the closer we got, the more people gathered, indicating that this battle had attracted considerable attention from the dark elves.
Lilith led us past the other dark elves waiting to enter and watch the battle, directly to the participant registration area. When the dark elf in charge of registration saw that Lilith was a level seven fire mage, his face showed a solemn respect, while his gaze towards us was full of contempt and disdain.
"Your betting prize?"
the dark elf in charge of registration said.
"Here,"
Lilith pointed to Maisel. "Master, according to the rules, we must hand over the betting items to the arena for safekeeping first."
"Alright, safekeeping it is fine. However, if they dare to touch a single hair on Maisel's head, I will raze the entire arena to the ground!"
I patted Maisel's half-naked back, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
Maisel nodded aggrievedly and obediently walked in front of the dark elf, letting him put handcuffs, shackles, and an iron collar on her. Then, the dark elf forcefully pulled on the chain attached to Maisel's collar, causing Maisel to stumble and involuntarily follow him.
"Wait!"
I flashed in front of the dark elf and punched him in the face, making him bleed from his nose, crouching on the ground and groaning in pain.
"You fucking dare to abuse my slaves again and see what happens! Believe me or not, I'll raz this lousy arena to the ground! Lilith! You stay with this guy and keep an eye on him. Don't let him touch my slaves!"
Lilith walked over to the dark elf and sneered a few times. The dark elf quickly stood up and led Matherie towards the platform where the "betting items" were placed. Lilith followed behind.
Entering the contestants' preparation room, there's a door leading to the center of the arena, and windows offering views of the competition and the adjacent stands. A dark elf is loudly announcing the rules of the competition in the arena. Actually, there aren't really any rules; the winner gets to take the prizes, and the only rule is that there are no rules—defeat your opponent by any means.
"Any means? Does that include sneak attacks?"
"Of course, but if anyone else tries to take advantage, they'll be looked down upon by the inhabitants of our underground world."
Lilith, having completed her surveillance mission, just entered the preparation room and immediately interjected upon hearing my question. "Master, it's best not to let others interfere in the battle."
Seeing Matherie appear where the prizes were displayed, and the female dark elf who had been chasing her earlier also appearing on the platform without handcuffs or shackles, I was extremely annoyed: blatant discrimination!
"Lucia, this battle is yours."
Lucia wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss before stepping into the arena. When Lucia appeared, the entire arena erupted in boos. Clearly, these dark elves, seeing Lucia's elven appearance, had all assumed she was a standard elf. Dark elves and elves are mortal enemies, so it was understandable that they would boo Lucia.
Seeing Lucia enter with her slender longsword and longbow, the opposing side sent out a male warrior wielding a large shield and a meteor hammer, dressed in full armor. When the male warrior entered the arena, all the dark elf spectators cheered loudly.
"Judging from these cheers, this guy seems to be the famous gladiator from the city of Marlos!"
Lilith whispered in my ear, not forgetting to rub her exposed breasts against my arm a few times.
However, the cheers of the dark elves in the arena didn't last long before they all fell silent. When the male warrior entered, he raised his hands in thanks for the cheers, and then Lucia's figure appeared before him as a green afterimage. With a swift movement of her right hand, she pierced through the warrior's thick armor and ripped out his heart. The warrior, still with his hands raised, didn't even have time to feel the attack before Lucia killed him.
With a "thud," Lucia crushed the dark elf's heart, and his corpse slowly fell to the ground.
"A sneak attack!"
"Shameless!"
"Disgusting!"
The audience roared in anger; what a bunch of sore losers!
"Have you all had enough? If you dare to enter the arena, you should be prepared to die. That idiot let his guard down, so what's wrong with me killing him? Referee! It's time to pronounce the verdict!"
Lucia's voice wasn't loud, but it was still clearly heard by everyone amidst the noisy clamor of the arena; the crowd quickly quieted down.
"I hereby declare the winner to be..."
Just as the referee, who had finally managed to calm down, was about to announce Lucia's victory, a rather voluptuous female dark elf stepped forward from the opposing side.
"Wait a minute."
The female dark elf said in a deep voice. "We lost this match, but we lost to my idiot for lacking the will to fight. I'm not satisfied, I demand a rematch!"
"Heh, really? Master, you've caught a big fish!"
Lilith whispered. "Look at the earring on her left ear, she's the current matriarch of the Donier family! The ruler of Wos Malos!"
"Is that so? Hmm, looks like a good opportunity!"
I nodded. "She wants another match? Fine, but this time they should send someone first. Call Lucia back."
Lilith relayed my message to the host, and the dark elf matriarch nodded in agreement. Lucia "gloriously" left the stage amidst the boos of the dark elves, and the matriarch returned to her own preparation room.
This time, the opponent sent a woman carrying two short swords, completely shrouded in black, her face even covered by a black cloth.
"Two short swords? Hmm, Xiaoye has met her match. Let Xiaoye make her appearance this time."
As Xiaoye slowly entered the arena, the all-black-clad female dark elf suddenly threw a sphere towards the center of the arena. The sphere landed on the ground, immediately emitting an extremely intense flash, comparable to a blinding spell. Taking advantage of this moment, the female dark elf quickly rushed forward, intending to ambush Xiaoye from behind while her eyes were blinded by the dazzling light.
"The same old trick again..."
However, blinding spells have little effect on dragons, even on a fodder dragon like Xiaoye. Before the female dark elf could take two steps, she seemed to hear Xiaoye's disdainful taunt, followed by a sharp pain in her back as two short swords pierced through her chest.
With Xiaoye pulling out the short swords, the female dark elf collapsed to the ground, dead.
This time, all the dark elves were stunned. Xiaoye hadn't launched a surprise attack first; she'd only counterattacked when the opponent was already attacking. To be defeated under such circumstances was utterly unacceptable.
"The winner is the Earthlings..."
the referee announced listlessly without waiting for prompting. Perhaps he felt resentful that the "superior" dark elves had lost to the "inferior" Earthlings?
"Hahaha, we've won two matches in a row! So satisfying! That female chieftain, do you still want to challenge us? We'll fight as many times as you want! Hahaha!"
"Even if you don't want to fight, I'm going to challenge you! Send someone out!"
Hearing my arrogant laughter, the female dark elf chieftain was furious. Without thinking, she immediately roared at us.
"Want to compete? Sure! I'll use Matherie and the slave you just lost to me as stakes. What will you use as stakes? Hmm?"
I retorted loudly, not to be outdone.
"Stakes? Hmph! I have plenty! Two slaves, huh? Then I'll use two slaves as stakes!"
With that, the female chieftain pointed casually, and the two male dark elves beside her immediately ran onto the stakes platform.
"Wait a minute! I don't accept men! I only accept beautiful women as stakes!"
"Want female slaves? That's easy!"
The female chieftain then pointed to the two female dark elves beside her, and the two women immediately went onto the stakes platform.
"Very good, little girl, I'm counting on you for this competition. Don't lose Matherie!"
Hearing me say that, Leoni pouted and stepped into the arena. This time, the enemy sent out a tall warrior, also fully armored, wielding a greatsword, with glowing green eyes.
"Huh? These people actually have vengeful spirit armor?"
Ireya seemed somewhat surprised upon seeing the warrior appear.
"What is vengeful spirit armor?"
I quickly asked.
"Vengeful spirit armor is made by using ordinary armor as a base, then using necromancy to refine and attach the blood and soul of a sacrifice to it, so that the armor will move on its own. This is a method of creating golems using necromancy. Making the armor is simple; the difficulty lies in controlling it. Vengeful spirit armor kills any living thing it sees, just like its master sleeps with any woman it sees."
Ireya curled her lip.
"Huh? When did I go for every woman I see?"
"Then who's riding on Master now?"
Ireya rolled her eyes at me. It turned out that Lucia had been riding on my penis ever since she came back, and Ireya was jealous.
"It's me being ridden by Lucia, okay... Oh! Lucia, you're squeezing me so tight! I'm going to cum!"
A large amount of semen shot into Lucia's tight vagina.
"Ahhhhhh" Lucia moaned, but she deliberately kept her voice down so as not to disturb the battle outside, lest the two spoils I could have gotten my hands on slip away.
"Ireya, since you say I go for every woman I see, then I want to have you now, come here!"
I pointed to my still hard penis, which was covered in Lucia's juices.
Ireya blushed and obediently walked to my side, straddling my waist with her sexy legs and sitting down. Her hot, tight vagina immediately swallowed my penis completely.
"Ah~ Ooh~~" "Don't scream too loudly, or you'll make the little girl lose Matherie... Oh! Ireya, you're too impatient! You went all out right away! Damn it! I won't let you squeeze me dry!"
Although I ejaculated due to the powerful contraction of Ireya's honey hole, I pulled Ireya into my arms, kissing her fragrant lips while playing with her ample breasts, making Ireya feel waves of pleasure all over her body, her body twisting non-stop.
At this time, the battle on Leoni's side had long ended. Although the Wraith Armor was basically impervious to blades and spears, unfortunately, the Sword of Solomon in Leoni's hand was a +5 longsword, and it also had the properties of a holy sword for exorcising evil. With the addition of holy exorcising magic by Leoni, she only swung her sword a few times and cut the tattered armor into a veritable pile of scrap metal, making the entire audience fall silent again.
"Wait! I... I want to challenge again!"
The female chieftain, who had been stunned for a while after Leonie shattered her vengeful spirit armor, immediately shouted that she wanted to challenge again!
"No problem! I'll use the four slaves you lost to me as the stakes! You just need to bring out four female slaves and I'll accept the challenge!"
This time, our opponents had been preparing for quite a while, so long that I had exhausted Irelia and Leonie was panting heavily. When it was Xiaoye's turn to ride on my southern kingdom and start swaying her buttocks up and down, four female slaves walked onto the stakes platform. A total of eight female slaves on both sides crowded the entire platform.
"Master, it seems like they've added reinforcements over there."
Sonia had been keeping an eye on the other side's movements to prevent them from using any tricks; now that she saw several more people in their preparation room, they must have just gone back to get reinforcements.
"It seems to be people from another family... They're betting on who can defeat the master... Whoever does will gain control of the city..." Lucia, who had secretly eavesdropped on their conversation, returned to report.
"Well, we dark elves are very united; so many dark elves have been defeated by the master's subordinates, so of course we have to join forces to save face first."
Lilith shrugged.
"Want to save face, huh... Avery, this time the opponent is yours. Don't kill the opponent; it would be best to make them surrender on their own, and even better, give them a striptease."
With the dragon girls' strength, killing the opponent is easy, but to make the opponent surrender on their own, perhaps only Avery has the method. The sapphire dragon's mind control ability can control the opponent's mind; we've seen Avery use mind control to deal with the dark elves who were causing her trouble before.
This time, the opponent sent a mage dressed entirely in black, with a skull necklace around his neck, who looked exactly like a necromancer. As soon as the mage entered the arena, he picked up a crystal ball emitting a red glow and began casting a summoning spell. A blood-red magic circle appeared in the arena, and then a nightmare with the appearance of a beautiful human woman and demon wings on its back appeared within the magic circle.
Avery looked at me, then at the mage, and gave a mischievous smile before slowly walking into the arena.
The opposing mage was mentally attacked by Avery the moment she entered the arena. Avery controlled his mind, and with a glare, he immediately began tearing at his clothes. Then, he pinned down the night demon he had summoned, thrusting his erect penis into the night demon's vagina. Ignoring Avery's presence, he and the night demon began to have sex right there in the arena. The mage's panting and the night demon's lewd moans stunned the entire audience.
Since night demons feed on men's vital essence, when the mage lay on top of the night demon and made love to it, he was essentially offering his own essence to the demon to drain. At first, the mage's movements were quite fast, but as it went on, he became increasingly breathless. Finally, when the mage lay motionless on the night demon, he had been completely drained, reduced to skin and bones.
Seeing the night demon disappear without a trace after draining the male mage's essence, all the dark elves in the arena collapsed in shock. Avery shrugged and returned to the preparation room, having won without a fight.
Meanwhile, in the opposing team's preparation room, the female patriarch of the necromancer's family looked incredibly ugly, not to mention the others taking the opportunity to mock her.
"What do you think, Master?"
Avery asked me with a grin. "Wasn't that a good way to deal with them?" "
I don't think so." "
Why? What's wrong with it?"
Avery's beautiful sapphire blue eyes widened. "Didn't I make him sleep with his own summoned demon, and then get drained by it, making him lose face?"
"Because you refuse to wear a skirt! It's a bit inconvenient to say I'm raping you." Amidst Avery's half-hearted exclamations
, I pushed Avery down onto the table, pulled down her pants, and inserted my penis into her vagina, starting to move. "However, I like the way you did that pig's head ,
here's a reward for you! " "Ahhhhhh, so goodh ... "I'm very interested in you. Would you like to serve me? I can give you a lot of wealth and power!" "Serve you? You're dreaming!" I sneered, thrusting my hips forward with force, sending Avery into a climax, moaning incessantly. "Who do you think you are?" "Heh, I forgot to introduce myself. No wonder you don't believe I can give you wealth and power." The matriarch sneered. "I am the ruler of the city of Fis. Marlos, the matriarch of the Doruni family, Hilly Doruni." "I know you are the ruler of this city, but you are still not qualified to negotiate with me." I thrust wildly again, causing Avery, who was lying on the table, to leave many scratches on the table due to her unconscious, wild hands from the extreme pleasure. "I don't care about your insignificant wealth and power." " Is that so?" Hilly's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "You'd better think this through. You're in my city now, and if you don't join me, you're as good as dead!"

"If you can kill me, then try!"
I thrust forward with all my might, penetrating deep into Avery's vagina, a large amount of semen spraying onto Avery's wet clitoris, causing Avery, who was already on the verge of orgasm and almost fainting, to shudder again.
"You overestimating yourself! Don't want to join me, do you? Fine, I don't need to worry about losing a potential capable subordinate if I kill you, hmph!"
The female chieftain turned and left our preparation room, returning to their original preparation room; immediately, a dark elf ran out shouting. "Damn humans of the earth, do you have the guts to accept another challenge?"
"Want a challenge? Very well! I'll use eight slaves as the stakes, you bring out your stakes first!"
The dark elf sneered as she returned to the competition preparation room, and then eight female slaves of various races walked onto the stakes platform; the two small platforms could not hold more than sixteen people, so some had to stand on the walkway leading to the platforms.
"Sonia, this battle is yours."
I put my arm around Sonia's slender waist and kissed her on the cheek; Sonia chuckled and kissed me back on the cheek before slowly stepping into the

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"Please wait! Please don't kill me yet, okay?"
The white dragon, covered in wounds, pleaded pitifully; I'm not exaggerating, just a moment ago he was so majestic and arrogant, but now he's become a complete coward, utterly spineless.
"Why not kill him?"
I sneered. "You've eaten many people here, endangering the lives of the villagers in the nearby villages. Plus, you're a male dragon, and the Dragon King is short of funds lately. Even if I wanted to capture you and sell you, he couldn't afford it. What else can I do if I don't kill you?"
"I didn't want to eat people here!"
The white dragon cried, tears streaming down his face. "Humans don't taste very good to begin with, and the humans around here are mostly bones with no nutritional value whatsoever. If I didn't really have no other choice, I wouldn't want to stay here and eat people!" "
If humans taste so bad, then why do you stay here and eat people?"
Leoni drew her Sword of Solomon again. "You're just lying without thinking!"
"W-W-There really is a reason!"
Seeing Leoni draw the Sword of Solomon that had left him covered in wounds, the White Dragon was so frightened that he stammered. "Because I have to take care of my daughter, I really can't leave...!"
"Your...daughter?"
We were all startled almost simultaneously.
"Yes, my daughter."
The White Dragon sighed again. "Please come in with me, and you'll see I'm not lying."
Seeing the White Dragon turn his huge body and limp into the cave, Lucia, Leoni, and I exchanged glances, and they both nodded slightly; so I led the dragon girls in and followed.
Following the white dragon through a waterfall, we came to an elegant cave adorned with flowers and green grass. However, an incongruous fire burned inside to keep the cave warm, a stark contrast to the white dragon's preference for cold.
Following the direction of the white dragon's faltering steps, we saw a hollow beside the mountainside, covered in soft grass. Lying in the hollow was a small white dragon, barely two meters long. Its wings drooped limply at its sides, its body flat against the grass.
"Lynn Sturgeon, are you feeling alright?"
The male white dragon, dragging its wounds, laboriously approached the little white dragon, tenderly extending its tongue to gently lick the motionless creature. "I'm sorry, Daddy couldn't find food for you today, and you've gone hungry again..."
However, no matter how much the male white dragon licked, the little white dragon only twitched its eyelids slightly and then didn't react.
"That...that's your daughter?"
Leoni couldn't help but ask in surprise. "What's going on?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down!"
The white dragon turned its head and glared at Leoni unhappily. "Don't disturb my daughter!"
"I'm sorry...can you tell us what's going on?"
Leoni quickly apologized after being glared at.
"Sigh, alright."
The white dragon sighed again and slowly walked to the fire and sat down. "Please come and sit with us."
Seeing this, even if the white dragon had set some kind of trap to harm us, it couldn't stop our curiosity; we all came to the fire and sat down, waiting to hear the white dragon explain what was going on.
"Lynn Stageki is my daughter,"
the white dragon said softly. "She should have been as lively and energetic as the others, but her mother fell seriously ill during her pregnancy. This illness even infected the unhatched Lyonstage, so after Lyonstage hatched, she was always sickly and unable to move like a normal dragon. She couldn't even eat, and I had to feed her."
"You fed her?"
Leoni couldn't help but ask again. "Then... what about Lyonstage's mother?" "
She died."
The white dragon shook her head, a tear rolling down her rough, scaly cheek. "She died not long after giving birth to Lyonstage."
"Oh my god, so... you just took care of your daughter all by yourself?"
Leoni was shocked and quickly covered her cherry-like mouth to avoid speaking too loudly and disturbing the sickly little white dragon. "Won't you be overwhelmed?"
"No matter how tired I am, Lyon Stage is still my daughter. As long as Lyon Stage is healthy, no amount of tiredness matters!"
White Dragon sighed again. "But Lyon Stage's health is getting worse and worse. Before, I could take Lyon Stage around to find food and herbs, but now Lyon Stage can't move at all. I have no choice but to settle here, temporarily relying on the humans around for food, and forcing them to find medicine for me so that I can treat Lyon Stage's illness..."
"I see... I see..."
Sonia murmured to herself. "Then we really can't blame you."
"Really, we misunderstood you."
Leonie said apologetically. "If we find you a cure for Lyon Starchi, will you spare the surrounding villagers?"
"If you can find me a cure for Lyon Starchi, you will be my benefactors, and I will do anything for you! Don't even mention asking me to move away from this place; even if you ask me to help in a war, or even to die, I won't bat an eye!"
White Dragon said dejectedly. "But..."
"But what?"
Leoni hurriedly asked.
"No... nothing."
White Dragon shook his head in despair. "As you can see, Lyon Starchi's illness is incurable. Not only do I not know what medicine can cure Lyon Starchi's illness, but even if there were, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to prepare the medicine in time to treat Lyon Starchi's illness..."
Hearing White Dragon say this, Leoni and Sonia both lowered their heads sadly.
"How would you know if you didn't try? I understand you're exhausted from caring for your daughter, but giving up like this would be a disgrace to the dragon race,"
Ireya muttered. "Don't even mention your daughter, I've seen others with much weaker constitutions, like Xiaoye..."
Xiaoye? I suddenly remembered that after making a dragon pact with the dragon girls, I could "train" with them to increase my power. However, when I "trained" with Xiaoye, because of her poor constitution, I ended up strengthening her abilities instead, until recently.
But since Xiaoye's weak constitution could be improved this way, perhaps the same method could be applied to save Lien Stage's life?
"Mr. White Dragon, perhaps I have a way to save your daughter's life..."
"Save Lyon Stage's life?"
Before I could finish speaking, the white dragon's eyes widened. "What method? Really?"
"Uh, just 'maybe,' I'm not sure if it will work."
I scratched my head. "But since your daughter is so sick, and you don't know how to treat her, why don't we treat her like a dead dragon? If it works, we'll have won, right?"
"Yes, yes, you're right!"
The white dragon nodded repeatedly in agreement. "What method?"
"But, this method..."
"What price is required?"
The white dragon hurriedly asked. "As long as Lyon Stage's illness can be cured, I'd give my life for it!"
"No, I won't ask you to give your life! I don't need your life!"
I quickly shook my head. "It's just that Lyon Stage must acknowledge me as her master from now on and travel with me. Can you accept this condition?"
The white dragon paused, thinking for a while.
"Does Lyon Stark have to acknowledge you as her master?"
the white dragon asked. "Can I take my daughter's place and follow you? I'll do anything for you!"
Huh? This 'male' white dragon wants to take his daughter's place and follow me? I'm not into gay stuff!
Not only was I startled, but the dragon girls who knew I wanted to save Lyon Stark's life through a dragon contract also collapsed on the spot when the white dragon said this.
"What's wrong?"
the white dragon asked, puzzled, seeing the group of people lying in front of him.
"No, that won't work!"
I quickly explained. "The method to save your daughter involves sharing my... uh... life force with your daughter. I have to form a contract with your daughter, so I can't let you take her place!"
"You want to use a dragon contract to save Lyon Stark's life?"
the white dragon was startled, but then fell silent, and then agreed with a pained expression on his face. "Alright... fine, I agree to your conditions. Please save Lyon Stage!"
Well, since the White Dragon has agreed, I have nothing more to worry about. I stood up and walked to Lyon Stage's side, placing my finger on her forehead to activate the Dragon Contract Rune. Lyon Stage, already half-dead from illness, couldn't possibly resist. The Dragon Contract Rune indeed worked its purpose, binding Lyon Stage's mind.
However, in the past, when I formed Dragon Contract Runes with dragon girls, I could feel an increase in power. Even when I formed a contract with Xiaoye, I didn't feel anything special. But applying the Dragon Contract Rune to Lyon Stage made me feel weaker. This Lyon Stage is truly terribly ill.
After forming the Dragon Contract Rune and seeing the White Dragon's expectant eyes, I realized I had overlooked something very important: Lyon Stage is still in dragon form, and given her condition, she probably doesn't have the strength to transform into a girl's form. Am I really going to have to do this with a dragon?
Moreover, Lyon Stage's father was watching with wide eyes. Was I really going to do something to his daughter right in front of him? Although it was a pretty good idea...
"Master~" Lucia suddenly whispered in my ear. "Try using the power of the Dragon Contract to force Lyon Stage to transform~?"
Huh? The Dragon Contract can be used like that?
I quickly focused my mental energy to activate the power of the Dragon Contract, and sure enough, Lyon Stage immediately transformed from a dragon into a human girl. Although she wasn't very pretty, well, Lyon Stage hadn't seen many pretty human girls, so I couldn't ask too much about her appearance after transforming.
But at least Lyon Stage had transformed from a dragon into a human. Next... hehehehe!
"What... what are you going to do?"
Seeing me climb behind Lyon Stage and spread her thin legs apart, the white dragon couldn't help but ask.
"Treat your daughter's illness?"
I said, pulling down my pants and thrusting my already erect penis into the thin, dry crevice between Lyon Stage's legs.
"What are you doing...!"
"Ouch!"
Seeing me push my large penis into Lyon Stage's vagina, the bright red blood from her deflowering immediately flowed out, and Bai Long was shocked; but hearing his daughter, who had hardly spoken except for eating, actually cry out, Bai Long quickly restrained himself so as not to disturb my "treatment" of Lyon Stage.
"Hmm, although it's very narrow and tight, it's also dry and lacks elasticity. This patient's illness is quite serious!"
I withdrew my penis, still stained with virgin blood, from Lyon Stage's vagina. "Little girl, come and give me an ice pack first, so I can give the patient an injection."
Given that Lyon Stark's vagina is completely unable to exert any force right now, it seems impossible for me to accumulate enough pleasure to ejaculate on her. The only way is to have the other dragon girls help me warm up first, and then insert myself into Lyon Stark's vagina to ejaculate once I've accumulated enough pleasure. This way, I can strengthen Lyon Stark's physique.
However, if I ask Lucia or Irelia to help me "warm up," I'm afraid the end result will be that I'll be drained dry by the two of them. Although Leone is very cooperative, if I get Leone into a state of sexual frenzy, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop and something unexpected will happen. However, Leone's "ice pack" technique is quite good, so it would be best to have Leone use her mouth and tongue to warm me up.

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