Blood rose to Ethan’s mouth, and he shuddered as excruciating pain tore through his body.
Sacrificing his armor like that was difficult, but it was worth it. Roderik could repair it later.
Mireya’s face was filled with pure satisfaction as the aura of her sword spread through his body, destroying every part of him from within.
Clenching his teeth, Ethan shook his head and activated the Blood Emperor’s ring.
"Let’s see if your destructive abilities can beat an SS-Rank artifact." He smiled, his hands already moving silently.
The Death Knight, who had been smiling with absolute certainty, suddenly froze.
Ethan shouldn’t be able to speak. No, he shouldn’t even be breathing!
She hadn’t even used her terrifying advanced techniques, rely pouring her death aura directly into his organs, but that should have been more than enough!
"How? You aghnn~~"
Her words were cut off as Ethan’s hands found their targets.
His left hand fell upon her ass, fingers sinking deep into the succulent purple flesh. The plump cheek compressed under his possessive grip, soft and heavy, the fat spilling around his fingers as he squeezed harder.
His right hand rose to the exposed tops of her enormous purple tits, grabbing the creamy flesh and squeezing hard. The massive mounds overflowed his grip, warm and impossibly soft, bulging between his fingers with every squeeze.
"mhngnnn~~ you damn pervert! How dare you profane royalty with your filthy hands?" she roared, unleashing all her power at once. "I’ll kill you a thousand tis and then wipe the Darkwall family off the face of the Earth!"
Her back arched violently, smashing those enormous breasts against his chest. The heavy purple flesh flattened under the pressure, trembling in thick, obscene waves of softness that rippled across every inch of exposed cleavage.
Unfortunately for her, it was already too late.
Ethan gave her voluminous breasts one final squeeze, his fingers digging deep into the fat purple flesh, feeling it reshape around his grip before releasing with a soft bounce.
He moved his hand, reaching for the pendant resting on her chest.
It hurt like hell, even with the Blood Emperor’s ring active, but that was the most efficient way to take the artifact.
With a big smile, Ethan removed his helt, while yanking the pendant from her slender neck.
"N-no, nghnn~~ don’t you dare! I wouldn’t be your servant—"
Mireya pulled away abruptly. Her boobs bounced wildly with the sudden movent, the heavy purple flesh colliding against each other before slowly settling, still jiggling with residual tremors.
She looked down and saw her own body vanish into tiny fragnts of light, which flew toward the blood-red pendant in Ethan’s hand.
"Ah..." He let out a long sigh, feeling the Blood Emperor’s ring begin to heal his wounds.
His eyes rested on the pendant. An irritated voice echoed from within, audible only to him, cursing him nonstop.
"Ah... four hundred years and you still haven’t learned to show respect." Ethan shook his head, already imagining how he could ta Mireya.
Maybe he should buy a mansion with a BDSM dungeon? Yes... that would be great.
He could already picture that purple beauty tied up, her enormous tits hanging heavy and swaying as she squird against her restraints, moaning obscenely as he made her to acknowledge him as her one and only supre master.
[What are you planning to do to ? I can sense your obscene thoughts! I am royalty—]
Ethan simply ignored her, deciding not to speak to her again until it was ti to turn her into a well-behaved servant.
His eyes fell upon the pendant’s information screen.
[Item: Pendant with a Sacred Soul
Description: This pendant contains a sacred-level soul, one of the highest types of soul, possessed only by those blessed by the gods.
Effects: It is possible to summon the death knight ’Mireya’. She can be strengthened by consuming the souls of enemies fallen in battle.
Warning: If used on outsiders (Players), soul protection will be bypassed and the permanent death effect will be applied.
Linked to: Ethan Goldenveil.
Rank: SS]
He was satisfied with the pendant, but his expression changed the mont he saw the warning.
What did the system an by "players"?
He had many questions, but in the end just shook his head, focusing on Mireya’s status screen. She was his subordinate now.
[Na: Mireya Vorhn
Age: 536
Level: 60/60 (Ready to advance, needs souls.)
Class: Death Knight
Talent: SS
Loyalty: 20%
Opinion: 7]
Seeing that, Ethan smiled with satisfaction.
All he had to do was complete the system’s mission, take a few souls, and he’d have a powerful third-stage warrior.
Honestly, he was lucky she’d underestimated him and hadn’t fought at full strength from the start. Mireya must possess many skills capable of killing him hundreds of tis over with ease.
Looking at the Blood Emperor’s ring, he sighed wearily.
Withstanding that final attack had drained over eighty percent of his reserves. He never wanted to let them drop below fifty percent, so he’d soon have to hunt more goblins.
’If I upgrade the ring with weapon enhancent stones, the maximum blood reserve should increase, right?’
He scratched his chin, but had no ti to dwell on the matter.
[Congratulations, you have defeated the Fallen Warrior Princess’s lair!]
When that notification arrived, Ethan’s eyes lit up. His XP exploded, quickly raising him to level fifty-six.
But that wasn’t all.
He received five superior pure mana cores, which would be wonderful for Alice’s advancent to the third stage, five premium gacha tickets, and twenty common gacha tickets.
There was also the jade coffin itself, a powerful artifact in its own right. Behind it, a door led to a vault containing all the treasures from the princess’s failed expedition.
Ethan wanted to check it imdiately, but he didn’t have ti.
The mist covering the passage finally dissipated, revealing a panting Evelyn and a teary-eyed Alice.
"Husband! You’re okay!"
"You perverted bastard, don’t scare us like that!"
The two won shouted in unison, running toward him, who was sitting on the floor, breathing heavily.
Their arms wrapped around him, pulling his face straight into the deep valley between their breasts. His cheeks sank into a sea of incomparable softness, warm plush flesh pressing tight from both sides, smothering him.
Ethan had to force himself to resist the urge to grab those perfect asses, but in front of his guard, he held back.
"I’m fine," he said, standing up with so difficulty, his aura reserves nearly depleted.
He took each of their lips in a quick kiss and smiled.
"Your husband would never fall for sothing as small as that..."
Turning to Doran, he pointed to the steel door. "Open that door and organize the loot. I’m going to rest a bit."
"Yes, my lord." Doran nodded without hesitation, taking heavy steps forward.
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