Carl's POV
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I was lounging in one of the lavish guest rooms of the Milham Kingdom's castle, and calling it luxurious was an understatent. The room practically scread wealth, from the gold-accented furniture to the velvet drapes that shimred under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. This kingdom was a beacon of modernization, its progress outpacing even my wildest expectations.
They'd revolutionized transportation, rolling out sleek vehicles and well-paved roads, but that wasn't all. Smartphones had taken the place of cumberso communication thods, and life here felt like a glimpse into the future.
"Milham is heading sowhere no other nation dares to dream," ca a voice from the shadows. The figure was half-hidden in the dim light, but the generous curve of her breasts was unmistakable, straining against the dark fabric of her outfit. "It's insane how, in less than a year, this kingdom has transford into sothing straight out of a fantasy."
"It's damn impressive," I said, my gaze drifting lazily to the intricate carvings on the ceiling. "Leonamon, that company… they're behind it all, right? It's insane they haven't expanded beyond this kingdom. If they did, they wouldn't just be revolutionizing this place—they'd be reshaping the entire fucking world."
Leonamon. The na alone was enough to make kingdoms tremble. The company's creations were revolutionary, the kind of stuff that made people throw money at them without hesitation. Their wealth wasn't just imnse—it was obscene. Probably enough to buy and sell a smaller kingdom several tis over.
Their revolutionary products had amassed them wealth so imnse it likely dwarfed the entire GDP of a small country. To achieve that in less than a year? It was beyond impressive—it was terrifying.
"I'll admit," I began, my lips curling into a smirk. "I didn't expect the King of Bethlan to cave so easily. Handing over his daughter without so much as a negotiation? Pathetic. He didn't even hesitate. Just accepted my proposal like it was nothing."
The woman chuckled, her voice dripping with amusent. "Are you really surprised? You hold the strongest military power in the entire world, Imperial Majesty. He'd have been a fool to refuse. Honestly, I'd have been more shocked if he put up a fight. No one turns down an alliance with you—not unless they're desperate to taste ruin."
She shrugged casually, and my eyes followed the subtle bounce of her breasts. Even the smallest movent sent those soft, perfect mounds jiggling just enough to make my cock twitch.
I leaned forward, letting my grin widen. This woman was sothing else. She'd been by my side since the day I slit the old emperor's throat and claid the throne. Despite her tantalizing beauty and sultry deanor, she still hadn't let fuck her.
"Hey," I drawled, my voice dipping low with a mix of frustration and hunger. "How long are you going to keep waiting? You know you want it as much as I do. Isn't it ti you let fuck you already?"
A soft sigh escaped her lips, her figure shifting slightly in the shadows. "Didn't we agree? After Bethlan is fully under your control," she replied, her voice calm but teasing, like she enjoyed watching squirm.
"Why wait? We can do it now," I countered, the hunger in my tone unmistakable. "If you're not ready to give all of it, I'll settle for just the tip. Or better yet, let's take it to your back hole. I don't care where, as long as I'm inside you."
She didn't answer imdiately, letting the silence stretch long enough to make my cock throb with impatience. She was driving insane, her constant teasing pushing closer to the edge every ti.
Finally, she spoke, her tone smooth and unbothered. "I said after Bethlan, Carl. Do you think I'm stalling for no reason? I'm preparing myself. Besides…" She paused, and even in the dim light, I could see her lips curl into a sly smile. "I'm a virgin. You might not believe it, but it's true."
"Wait, really?"
I blinked, caught off guard. Considering how insanely hot her body was and the way she carried herself—always teasing and lewd—I never would've guessed she was still a virgin.
"It's true," she replied smoothly. "I haven't been with a man before. Nor a woman."
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion creeping in. "And how the fuck am I supposed to know you're telling the truth about that?"
She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "You'll know when we do it."
I couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across my face. She had a point—there'd only be one way to confirm it.
"Fine," I said, licking my lips as I let my eyes roam over her shadowed figure. "I'll look forward to it."
But now, more than ever, I was itching to conquer the Kingdom of Bethlan. The faster I crushed it under my heel, the sooner I could claim this woman as wholly mine.
"For now," she said, her tone turning serious, "you need to stay focused. Securing an alliance with Milham will strengthen your position for invading Bethlan. Plus, it gives you leverage to take the Princess of Bethlan currently staying here. I hear the King adores his only daughter. If she's in your hands, he'll bend over backward to avoid conflict. Milham won't intervene—they'll probably cooperate just to maintain the alliance."
I leaned back, a sly grin tugging at my lips. "And after that, we move to conquering Milham from the inside, right?"
Her laughter was low and dark, matching the eerie smile that split her shadowed face. "Exactly. By that point, Milham will be surrounded on all sides. When that happens, they won't have a single move left to play."
She wasn't wrong. The Empire of Rodonia wouldn't stop—not until every kingdom, every territory, every fucking stone on this planet was under my rule. And not just the lands—every woman would be mine, too.
I stretched lazily, letting the anticipation simr in my veins. "Well then, I suppose it's ti for to enjoy the night." I stood and adjusted my coat. "I'm heading to a brothel. They say the won here are unmatched when it cos to fucking. Milham's finest, huh? I wouldn't mind testing that out for myself."
"Be careful out there," she said, her voice laced with amusent.
With that, I left the room, stepping into the cool night air. My destination was clear—one of the kingdom's most renowned brothels. If the rumors were true, Milham's won would make this a night to rember.
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Leon's POV
The third day of the Sword Festival had finally arrived, and it was my turn to step into the arena. The atmosphere was electric, with cheers and jeers blending into an unrelenting roar. In the stands, I spotted Trill, Titania, and even Yr watching . Well, sort of. Yr was currently napping on Titania's lap, her soft breaths not even audible over the crowd's noise. Johanne was also present, though oddly enough, Tris wasn't with him. Even though they were newly married, it wasn't like they needed to be glued to each other all the ti.
My opponent stood across from , looking every bit the rugged adventurer. He gripped a massive broadsword in his hands—a weapon so large it could easily pulverize with a single hit if I let my guard down. His stance was firm, his gaze sharp, but I didn't feel the slightest bit intimidated.
In contrast, I unsheathed my weapon. This was the Cursed Sword, the very sa dagger I'd wielded in the battle against the Eclipse and the Great Darkness Dragon that had nearly destroyed this world. The black tal glead faintly, pulsating with a malevolent energy that seed to hunger for battle. It had been a long ti since I'd used it, and while I couldn't unleash its full power against a weaker opponent, it was more than enough to end this quickly.
The referee raised his hand, signaling the start of the match. As his arm dropped, the crowd erupted into cheers.
I didn't waste any ti. My body moved on instinct, a blur of speed and precision. Before my opponent could even lift his massive sword, I was already at his side. My blade whispered through the air, catching the light for a brief mont before striking true. The adventurer staggered, his weapon clattering to the ground as he fell to his knees.
The crowd booed loudly, their dissatisfaction echoing through the arena. They wanted a spectacle, a drawn-out clash of steel and sweat. But I wasn't here to entertain. I didn't give a fuck about their desires.
As the referee declared my victory, I sheathed my dagger and walked off the platform, ignoring the scornful jeers.
Back in the stands, Titania greeted with a bright smile. "Great job, Leon!" she said, her voice full of pride.
I gave her a nod, but I couldn't relax just yet. This was only the first match of the day. If everything went smoothly, I'd have to fight two more tis to secure my spot in the Quarter Finals.
The thought didn't bother , but sothing else lingered in the back of my mind. Her.
My eyes drifted back to the arena, just as the person occupying my thoughts stepped into the ring. Zeruel.
She moved with a grace. Her opponent barely had ti to react before she was upon him. Her sword flashed, and the fight was over in an instant. The blade hovered at her opponent's throat, a deadly warning that left no room for debate.
The referee quickly intervened, raising his hand to declare her the winner. The crowd booed again, disappointed at another fast match, but Zeruel didn't give a damn. She sheathed her weapon and walked off the platform without so much as a glance at the audience.
If both of us kept winning, there was no avoiding it—we'd have to face each other before the Quarter Finals.
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