From the cozy confines of the carriage, the passengers gazed upon the towering walls of Ice Demon City, a sight that had been eagerly anticipated for the past five hours of their journey.Within the opulent carriage, two figures occupied the space - a distinguished middle-aged man and the enigmatic Anastasia.Viscount Milan, usually a man of words, found himself rendered speechless throughout the entire trip. Each time he attempted to engage Anastasia in conversation, he was met with a piercing glare and the sting of her whip.Confused by his own submissive behavior, the viscount couldn't help but be consumed by thoughts of this captivating woman, his mind fixated on her every moment of the day.It was as if a wicked enchantress had cast her spell upon him, twisting his
"Is there truly anything more crucial than the inaugural encounter with his intended?" Lisa added, her tone laced with a mixture of sarcasm and disdain.Ah, yes, there it was, the haughty, holier-than-thou demeanour that Jacob and the others had already anticipated.If Lisa had even the slightest inkling of what was truly transpiring with Anastasia, she would vehemently oppose the union.However, in order to spare her from distress, I took great care to shield my mother from any tidings concerning Anastasia.Viscount Milan loomed silently behind Anastasia, leaving Jacob and Lisa perplexed as to his identity, for his attire did not resemble that of a mere servant."I regret to inform you that I am unaware of my son's whereabouts," Lisa began to explain, her voice tinged with concern. "He is constantly occupied these days and seldom returns home—"But before she could complete her sentence, Anastasia raised her hand, a commanding gesture for Lisa to cease speaking.Anastasia was resolut
Anastasia's seductive glances didn't escape the attention of those gathered around the dining table.Milan's face flushed with anger, while Lisa's expression darkened with disapproval.But enough was enough. Lisa couldn't tolerate the inappropriate flirtation between her son and his future bride any longer."Riel, have a seat," Lisa commanded, her voice dripping with icy disdain.My scalp prickled, and I promptly took my place at the table.It was a well-known fact that beautiful women were a force to be reckoned with. One lingering gaze and you were sucked into an abyss from which there was no escape.No matter how strong my resolve, it crumbled in the presence of such breathtaki
Something was dreadfully amiss!And then, in a sudden moment of clarity, Anastasia realized the truth."You..." she stammered, her voice filled with both accusation and realization.Anastasia had unwittingly consumed the wine meant for Riel, and now she was left to face the consequences.She seethed with anger, her fury radiating from every pore. Despite her weakened state, she mustered the strength to rise swiftly, her hand poised to strike me. But alas, Anastasia's feeble attempt only resulted in her collapsing into my waiting embrace."Ah...""A delicate beauty, indeed," I chuckled, my voice dripping with amusement.With a mere touch and the warm breath that escaped my lips, Anastasia was overcome with desire, her body responding again and again.Her flawless skin blushed a delicate shade of pink, glistening with a sheen of perspiration."Huu..." Anastasia gasped, her breath heavy, her gaze locked with Riel's captivating purple eyes, longing etched upon her face.Meanwhile, I too h
Strolling down the seemingly endless corridor of the grand estate was an absolute drag for Anastasia. The added pressure of maintaining a hushed demeanor only intensified her misery.The weight of her humiliation and disgrace was etched across her visage, evident in her flushed cheeks and the love bites adorning her neck like a badge of dishonour."What a devil," she grumbled, her lips forming a petulant pout. Riel, it turned out, was anything but the gallant gentleman he initially portrayed himself to be.In the blink of an eye, Anastasia's once unassailable throne of power crumbled to dust, snatched away by the merciless hands of fate. From the very beginning to the bitter end, she could vividly recall the moments when she meekly surrendered to that despic
I wasn't some clueless protagonist from the books I used to devour. When a woman sends clear signals, I have a knack for deciphering them. Eliza had already spilled the beans on this matter. But at the time, I brushed it off because I had a laundry list of things to attend to. Plus, I didn't even have my stomping ground, a place I could proudly claim as mine. And let's not forget that I was much more feeble back then, which played a part too. Eliza Kraus, on the other hand, hailed from a lineage of nobility; her father was a duke who had surpassed level 200. A true titan capable of reshaping the very fabric of our world.What was I, just a lowly student or even a nobleman, supposed to do if someone like him decided to seek revenge for seducing his daughter?There's no
Anastasia sauntered through the room, completely unfazed by the lingering gazes fixated on her captivating silhouette. Milan, on the other hand, trailed behind cautiously, a sense of unease creeping up his spine.Little did anyone suspect that beneath the guise of a mere butler, Milan was in fact Viscount Milan himself. Anastasia, however, paid him no mind, not even granting him the chance to introduce himself.Unbeknownst to Milan, Anastasia had deviated from her original plan. While he believed her mission to assassinate Baron Riel had failed, little did he know that she had cunningly altered her strategy.Crafting a flawless plan, devoid of any loopholes, would undoubtedly take weeks of meticulous planning. After all, the act of eliminating a noble through such means was strictly forbidden and carried severe consequences.And so he obediently trailed after Anastasia, venturing into the depths of her sanctuary.Milan was well aware that today would be a day of playful torment, yet h
"Do you happen to know Count David Whitepalace?"Anastasia's eyes widened, her countenance turning grave."Husband, that man is a perilous force to be reckoned with.""Oh, I am well aware of his true identity; he is none other than my dear uncle," I remarked with a sly grin.Count David Whitepalace, a man whose bloodline intertwined with my mother's, held a prominent position in our family tree.In this treacherous game of power, I found myself constantly dodging the lethal arrows of assassins, each one dispatched by conniving nobles seeking to eliminate me. While David himself hadn't directly orchestrated these attempts on my life, a man as astute as Wise surely couldn't remain oblivious to the unfolding chaos.Curiously enough, all the nobles who had conspired against me had some connection to Count David. It became increasingly apparent that he was the puppeteer pulling the strings, orchestrating this deadly symphony.But why? What could drive my uncle to such extreme measures?In
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse
As the first light of dawn broke through the windows of the guest house, Miron found himself indulging in a breakfast that was nothing short of exquisite. The flavours were so delightful that he couldn't help but admit to himself that it had been a long time since he had enjoyed a meal as delicious as this one.Before long, Miron was summoned by the lord of the Ice Demon City. With a gracious wave of his hand, the lord invited Miron to take a seat on the soft and ornate sofa in the grand hall. Miron, still feeling a bit tense and on edge, quickly obliged and sat down.Despite the gravity of the situation and the impending battle that lay ahead, the lord of the Ice Demon City seemed completely at ease. He sat on his throne, casually eating his food and even humming a tune that was both strange and captivating. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Miron finally mustered up the courage to ask, "My lord, how can you remain so calm and untroubled? Surely you must feel some fear or
"You won't find Baron Ethan in the mansion," Zikk stated, his hand resting lightly on Miron's shoulder. "He should be in the Endless Forest, training his soldiers."The gesture, though seemingly warm and reassuring, sent a chill down Miron's spine. He sensed a veiled warning in Zikk's words, a subtle reminder of the stakes involved. This was no ordinary mission; it was a delicate dance, a test of Miron's competence and discretion."I am busy," Zikk continued, his tone shifting to one of finality. "I'll get going."Miron, still reeling from the weight of Zikk's revelation, blurted out, "Sir, you're working in this city?" The thought that the Grand Knight, a legendary warrior, would be toiling away in the mundane tasks of everyday life seemed utterly incongruous.Zikk chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Of course, I need to feed myself, right?" He winked, a playful glint in his gaze. "See you around."With that, Zikk turned and strode away, disappearing into the labyrinthine all
The whispers and hearsay suggesting that Ethan Slayer was the individual responsible for instigating a full-scale conflict between the formidable Beast Kingdom and the vast Empire were, in the opinion of Miron, nothing more than baseless conjecture. He was firmly convinced that these rumors were merely the result of devious political machinations being orchestrated by a select group of nobles within the Empire, who were cunningly manipulating the situation to their own advantage.Such tales of intrigue and deception were likely to be believed only by the most gullible of commoners and the lowest-ranking of nobles, who were easily swayed by sensationalist stories and exaggerated claims.Furthermore, there was another outlandish rumor circulating, which held that Ethan Slayer had single-handedly defeated an entire legion of the Beast Kingdom's most formidable warriors, and had compelled a daunting elite force of ten thousand beastmen to retreat in disgrace, with their tails tucked meek
Miron approached the city with a sense of trepidation, expecting the usual lax security measures that were common in many of the smaller territories. However, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the checkpoint at the gate was both rigid and strict, a testament to the city's strong defenses.As he entered the city, he was immediately struck by the vibrant atmosphere that pervaded the streets. The residents of Ice Demon City went about their daily lives with genuine smiles on their faces, as though the war that was raging in the north was of little concern to them. Children played and laughed on the streets, while adults busied themselves with their work.Miron's eyes widened in astonishment as he realized that the roads within the city were all paved, a luxury that was rarely found in such remote territories. He shook his head in disbelief, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him."I must be seeing things," he muttered to himself, unable to comprehend the level of develop