Capítulo 736: A Troubled Night In Hansberg
“What do you an, Alfred!?”
A shrill woman’s cry echoed through the deep chambers of the Bronze Blade rchant guild in Hansberg. The petite dwarven heiress scowled, her face twisted like the crumpled docunt in her hand.
The atmosphere darkened as the candles flickered.
Two female guards blocked the entrance, their faces void of emotion or thoughts other than stopping anyone from harming Lun Bronzeblade.
“”Stop right there.””
Both won spoke with deep, low-pitched voices as they lifted their swords at the man nad Alfred, who turned to leave.
“”The lady has yet to allow you to leave.””
Ard with armour crafted with monster leather and hide, their blades thick, curved and heavy. Each one stood at a height of six feet two inches, around 189cm, bordering six feet three inches. Their builds lean, yet covered in sculpted muscles of dark bronze, shiny yet filled with hidden power.
“M-M’lady, what more can I say!?” The man protested, his hands clutching his chest, his old, wrinkled face twisting as if he suffered a heart attack. Yet, Lun couldn’t accept his apology or resignation.
After all, this man supported her as one of her “Uncles” after her father passed. But sohow, he suddenly switched sides and joined her only blood relative, and the only suspect of her mother and father’s deaths!
The bronze blades weren’t gangsters or scum.
Her father taught her to respect, enhance and innovate!
However, Grundig, her Uncle, the brother of her father, whom he used to praise as soone with an iron will, unbreakable and vigilant even when facing the empire!
“What sha do you hold, what leverage does that beast have over you!? If you take my hand, even now, I can still protect you. Uncle!”
One last offer, her heart torn between the rciless leader and the young girl who held his hand, asking for extra sweets after lessons.
“I…”
But he didn’t answer her earnest heart, nor offer any honest words.
The wretched lowered his head, as crocodile’s tears leaked down his cheeks.
‘Ah, you too?’
Her heart pounded harder and harder, the dull ache growing like ants devouring her slowly from the inside.
‘How many have left my side this way, this weak, pathetic gaze as if they had no choice?’
She watched the man who taught her etiquette and how to close a deal suddenly shiver and pull away from her with a shaful expression on his face.
How infuriating.
‘This filthy worm!?’
“Do not treat as a foolish girl, Alfred Blackstone.”
BANG!
Her fist slamd into his jaw like an iron hamr forging the densest tal, followed by a barrage of rapid jabs that deford his face.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pah!
His head slamd back, bouncing, muscles weak, legs like jelly, the grown man dropped to the floor at the hands of a small, dwarven mistress.
However, there was no look of victory on her face.
Her big watery eyes oozed tears down each cheek, a subtle quiver of her lips almost breaking her current front. Yet she held on! Her nails sank into her wrist, crimson blood pouring down her hand, staining the floor as she desperately held back.
‘Uncle Alfred…’
What person would wish death upon soone they loved?
Even scorned, her heart still bled hot, passionate blood for this old man.
Despite his betrayal, she could not bla him.
“It’s my fault for being too weak, I understand. My Uncle is stalwart, fierce and unyielding, but I am not. Foolishly, I just enjoyed this ti together with you all.”
Suddenly, she seed to realise sothing.
The reason why that old, stupid dwarf caught her fancy was his nervous responses, the way he would serve her warm tea after drinking.
He might have baggage, but that man didn’t show her an act; he was honest, vulgar and despite that, a gentleman.
‘What a bizarre mont to realise, I’m having my first crush…’
Lun glanced down at the bruised, swollen face of soone who’d brought her up from being a young lass.
However, she wasn’t a young girl anymore; Lun would soon be thirty. An age where most dwarves would finally complete their apprenticeship in their chosen blacksmith or trade, and finally would spread their wings and develop their own.
“P-Please, I was wrong… forgive .”
She stepped over Alfred’s body, only for him to grab her ankle and beg like a dog.
‘Disgusting.’
Now, he no longer resembled the charming old butler who brought her up; his colours faded, and his face twisted, transforming him into a monster.
This was Lun’s trauma, her hidden weakness.
Once it ca this far, she would never see the Alfred she knew again, and could only close her tearful eyes tightly and step towards the door.
With a weary heart, she mumbled his fate to her trusted protectors.
“Make it painless.”
Of course, the daughter of the fabled Bronzeblade clan, how could she be squeaky clean? If not for her father’s soft stance and gentle thod of raising her. Lun might have taken the sa path as her Uncle, crushing, stealing and destroying all in her path.
‘I want to see Logan… drink all night, and forget everything.’
Small drops of Lun’s blood ford a trail as she stepped into the darkness, the hidden basent that even Asmodeus didn’t know about.
She recalled the funny dwarf at least ten years her senior, but that didn’t matter to dwarves, as long as soone reached thirty.
Then they could marry soone in their eighties.
Humans wouldn’t understand. What the dwarves chased was not beauty or valour, but skill: technical skill, physical skill. Thus, as long as soone was an adult, others wouldn’t get involved. In return, most dwarves didn’t even think of romance or love until reaching their late twenties.
A culture far too different and complex for humans to comprehend.
Elves might be worse, but those who would swear themselves to a single person for eternity were always a little twisted in the head.
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“Haa~ haaaan… haa….ha….Hnnngh!”
The wooden desk rocked heavily in the room, as Nerim’s face and supple breasts pressed against the cold window. Her struggling gasps mixed with moans of pleasure muffled as Asmodeus’s hands gripped her tightly, his muscles wrapped around her chest and abdon, almost crushing her as he grunted.
A warmth suddenly spread inside Nerim’s abdon, as his hips slamd against her buttocks, the sweaty slap of flesh echoing through the darkness as their movents ca to a gradual stop.
“That was amazing, Nerim.” He kissed her neck, the slight bruising and marks fading as he lay her on the bed.
“Mm.”
Breathless and dazed, she let out a soft response, a cooling liquid wrapping her body as it cleansed and soothed her cramping muscles. Spread like an eagle, she glanced up at Asmodeus, who stood in the window, his naked body under the moonlight, a perfect sculpture of a male.
“Tonight, you were so fierce… I can already feel it swelling.”
She pouted, but wasn’t really mad, and with a cheeky smile, she placed the bottom of her feet on his chest, stroking his abs with her little toes.
“Do you mind?” He said. His glowing eyes resembled the golden rising sun.
“Not at all~”
Nerim pulled out her tongue, oblivious to his sharp glare, because she knew Asmodeus wouldn’t scold her or do anything bad. She’d gained a lot of information about this cheap man who stole her body and heart.
If she didn’t exceed a limit or step over a line, he would accept any whims or requests she had.
Like tonight.
“Whatever.” He huffed, looking outside in silence.
Her feet lowered slowly, stroking the smooth muscles until she reached his waist, her cheeks still faintly flushed from earlier as the snake drooped across her foot.
It was hot, heavy and still throbbing.
Tonight, because Mu La wanted to thank them for helping her daughter, she treated them to a private al in their living quarters. Although Nerim knew nothing would happen between them, she still couldn’t help but grow jealous when the mature woman leaned against Asmodeus, her breasts almost spilling out from her top like a cheap slut.
Thus, after they returned, she pestered him to be rough, leave marks and make it loud enough that everyone could hear her.
‘This sinful man…’
Asmodeus clearly misunderstood her to have so kind of exhibitionism fetish, and pressed her against the wall, but what made her angry wasn’t this; instead, she actually enjoyed the strange excitent that grew when he railed her against the cold glass and the thought soone might discover their tryst.
‘I basically shot myself in the foot!’
However, as her feet slowly caressed the growing snake, or rather, this beastly dragon. She couldn’t help but want to try it again. Her heart grew faster the mont she glanced at the condensation shaped like her breasts. As she watched it, a little fla flickered inside.
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anwhile, Asmodeus wasn’t thinking about those kinds of things anymore. He’d received a report from Erika, telling him about Serena and Lumina dealing with another delegation from the empire, and the fact that they were insulted.
His eyes focused outside the window, using his divine aura to the limit, he watched the distant capital, a place that might take a month to reach, travelling by cart. He kept his breathing stable, ignoring the sexual harassnt of a rmaid and thought only of one thing.
The clash between him and the human empire was no longer avoidable.
‘I hoped losing your Grand Duke was enough to quash your pathetic desires for the continent, but you dare to order people to insult my wives. To make plays, posters and propaganda sullying their nas!?’
A well of anger grew inside him; the more he observed and saw, the larger and more unstable his aura beca.
He wanted to slaughter, to wipe their entire race from the world.
But then he felt the soft touch of Nerim’s feet
His mind shook, and those dark thoughts no longer overwhelming him, allowed Asmodeus to calm his mind and focus on the mont.
The golden glow faded, and he observed the beautiful brown beauty lying beneath him.
“Beauty, you’re going to regret stirring emotions right now.”
“Eh!?
Her delighted face suddenly twisted as he lifted her legs; suddenly, the mont of delight beca a battle for survival.
“Baby~ please, rcy…. wait… haaa Not there… don’t lick there!”
What chance did a re rmaid have against a demon god?
“”Hey! This ans two people are speaking in perfect synchronisation!””
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