223 – Barnacle (2)
A few days later, the throne room of the imperial palace.
“So, did you make a good slave?”
Victor, sitting on the throne, spoke with a playful face.
He who stands above all must be dignified and respected. In particular, the younger he was, the more he was told to be careful with his words and actions so as not to appear light-hearted, but he couldn’t do that in front of Siron.
The only response she can make is to recall her childhood memories and welcome her close friend.
“no.”
Siron answered calmly and then turned around. Viktor stood up from the throne with an urgent look on his face as he gestured to leave the throne room.
“Why are you leaving already?!”
“I’m done talking. So I’m going to leave.”
Siron looked at the man who was one head shorter than me with indifferent eyes.
When I gave in to his forced plan to enslave the terrorist, there was no boy in the world who looked so pretty, but after I let him go, I just looked like a pervert obsessed with men.
“Don’t be like this. It’s been a while since we last met. Let’s go and have some tea. Please think about my face.”
“…Put this aside. We both know that we’re busy.”
“I’m not busy! When I heard you were coming, I pushed aside all my promises.”
“I said I was busy?”
“Then you get sick. How can people live so busy all the time?”
“Putting a tired person aside and acting proud…”
“My, I was wrong. There is a separate room next to the throne room, so let’s go there.”
Siron pretended not to be able to win and decided to accept Victor’s touch. Being alone with Viktor is something I don’t like, but I don’t have the personality to commit same-s*x rape, so there’s no need to live with it.
Siron trudged on and sat down on a chair decorated with gold and jewels. It was originally a work of art by a craftsman made to order just for the emperor, but Victor took the trouble to brew the tea with his own hands in response to such a theory.
“The content of the reports coming in over the past few weeks has been shocking.”
Victor, who put down his teacup, smiled brightly and did not hide his joy.
“There were decapitated corpses on display in the back alleys, and there were no signs of any strife, so there were even rumors going around that the Grim Reaper had come and gone, and I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time.”
“…Whoop.”
“Also, the report that came up the day before yesterday said that the ground shook in the middle of the night and the whole square turned upside down? They said it would cost a lot of money to restore it, so we had to argue with the ministers in the lecture, but… Ah, “Of course, I don’t mean to blame you. Everyone is satisfied with just getting rid of all the troublesome trash!”
Siron’s head tilted for a moment when he heard the word ‘trash’, which was a pain in the ass, but it wasn’t entirely wrong.
The original plan to capture ‘Barbarian Princess Yoru’ and make her a battle slave was not realized, but except for Siron and the wanted men, there was no one who would be dissatisfied with this incident.
The wanted people that Siron has dealt with over the past few weeks are not people who have turned dark due to the evil intentions of the public, but elites who have been raised professionally. There was no one who could not radiate sword energy, and among them, there were many masters who radiated strong energy, although not as strong as Yoru.
Professionally trained criminals are difficult to deal with. Moreover, if it is a ganja hiding among the people, it cannot be easily eliminated by sending in troops.
In order to kill an elite, this side must also deploy an elite.
It was not easy to deal with the demonic beasts in the north, and since the empire’s elites, which had been carefully cultivated, had to be waged in a war of attrition, the treatment of wanted criminals remained a major headache for the empire.
However, the troublesome reactionaries disappeared without much effort.
Was this how our predecessors felt when they saw Hugo Prien?
Due to his ever-increasing interest, Victor couldn’t help but feel chills just thinking about Siron.
“Are you okay with missing Princess Yaman?”
Perhaps because the hot water filled his stomach, Siron faced Viktor with clearer eyes.
“In fact, the spark of terrorism has not been eliminated.”
“The Empire is not such a shameless and shameless group. Even if you are the person who can single-handedly turn the tables, it has been going well for hundreds of years.”
Victor, who was smiling brightly, changed his complexion and answered.
This was a side she rarely showed to Siron.
“We will pull the border in two days. Let’s see how we get out of it. Do you have the presence of mind to split your troops in this mess?”
“…is it faster than you think?”
“I don’t mean to deny your opinion, but the ministers and I believe that it is not fast enough. Rather, the perception is that it was delayed a little due to cleaning.”
It’s like attracting a barbarian leader. There was no way they wouldn’t notice, so the empire had to prepare for a local war that hadn’t happened in 500 years.
‘I’m glad you seem to be doing well.’
Siron, who was sipping tea, felt something strange towards Victor. I was very worried because I thought he had suddenly become emperor without any preparation, but perhaps thanks to the imperial administrative system emphasized earlier, Victor was showing the qualities of a proper emperor.
‘If we hadn’t had sodomy, we would have been closer…’
“Not only the border, but the expeditionary force will also focus on the defense of the empire…”
While Siron was having regretful thoughts, Victor continued speaking with an ambitious expression.
“Also, as the duration of the expedition will be shortened, the job satisfaction of the knights and soldiers will also increase. Public security will also improve. Except for Lien, areas that were otherwise lawless areas will be within the range of knights’ activities.”
“…Other countries will be dying.”
“You can just send in surplus troops.”
“Without pay?”
“no.”
“You will be hated.”
“The Empire is strong.”
Victor smiled slightly and answered.
“And wise too.”
Siron felt insidious and cruel in that smile.
*
That night, upon returning from the imperial palace, what Siron encountered was a beast that made him think of Victor’s cruelty as a joke.
“brother.”
“Yes…”
“You can’t cheat while I’m gone, okay?”
Siriel, brushing her sweat-soaked hair, asked with a gloomy aura.
“there is no answer.”
“I never learned wind magic.”
“…Ahahahaha! Oppa, you’re so funny!”
Siriel smiled brightly at the meaningless answer and planted a deep kiss on Siron’s face underneath.
“Why is my brother so lacking in anything? He has a handsome face, good brains, and a good sense of humor… It’s so amazing~”
“Hmm, I’m a little proud. So, could you please get out of the way? I’m a little thirsty.”
Siron wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to get away from Siriel. I learned mana and gained strength, and thanks to God’s protection, I gained stamina that never tires, but for some reason, just dealing with Siriel made me feel exhausted.
‘I thought it was sloppy, but has there been a lot accumulated over the years? If this continues, I’ll be sucked to death.’
“Wait… ugh.”
However, Siriel had no intention of coming down from above despite Siron’s request. Didn’t his eyes light up as if he got some kind of inspiration when he heard that he was thirsty?
Siron couldn’t help but feel amazed at the lukewarm texture flowing through his mouth, wondering where on earth he had learned this perverted behavior.
“Uh, what do you think…? You don’t like it because it’s lukewarm?”
Siriel looked very embarrassed, but asked Siron what he thought. I wondered what he was doing if he was going to be so embarrassed, but Siron silently shook his head for the sake of his fiancee who was about to go on an expedition.
“Yes, I’m glad.”
“okay…”
I felt dizzy.
The act of making love to such a beautiful woman is something I couldn’t do even if I were paid a fortune, but it felt like I was being forced to do it over and over again, and at some point my lower body became numb and I got goosebumps.
Number 64… No, was it number 65? It’s really helpful that the bed legs don’t break.
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…I thought it was over, but Siriel, who had quietly gone down, started making a tsk sound. Siron couldn’t even close his mouth as he felt like all the feeling in his lower body was being sucked out.
‘Number 66…’
Only after pulling out three more times was Siron able to escape from Siriel.
*
“Kid? Are you…?”
The next morning, Seira came out of the annex and covered her mouth as she saw Shiron staggering.
Thanks to this, the dented lead bullet and the revolver covered in mud were lifted into the air by the white hand.
“What happened to you, a vampire? How did you lose half of your body in one night?!”
“…What was the result?”
Shiron put strength into his wobbly legs and received support from Seira.
The first thing I did after returning to the mansion. It was not about taking a break right away, but about meeting Seira, who requested an analysis of lead bullets.
“It took a little while… But is it really okay? How come you’re a bit light?”
“Yes, Archmage Saira, the continent’s strongest wizard, Sayra. Let me know the results quickly.”
After getting out of Seira’s arms, Shiron sat down on the sofa feeling a deep dizziness.
The face of Seira, who was pressed for an answer, was pensive.
“Uh… don’t be surprised.”
“What the hell did you come up with?”
“I’ll show.”
Seira carefully placed the lead bullets and revolver floating in the air on the floor, and then began to engrave a complicated magic formula at a certain point.
[Catalyst]
This is a magic used in research facilities to see reaction results early. Siron could easily guess that the results were not good.
That’s because Seira had stopped touching guns or even lead bullets for a while now.
And, just as Seira said she would show, an unpleasant phenomenon occurred with lead bullets.
Fighting-
Grayish-white spots appear on the pieces of metal gathered together. It didn’t end there. When Seira snapped her fingers a few times, didn’t the gray-white spot grow in size as if it could swallow a lead bullet?
“…Is this why it hurts?”
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Shiron trembled at the sight of the horrifying phenomenon.
I had guessed from the time when there were five lead bullets instead of six, but seeing what they were, Seira’s worries were easily understood.
“It’s a curse. A classic yet effective curse that requires direct contact.”
Seira incinerated the barnacle-grown object as if handling an object that should not exist in the world.
“Didn’t you say that a savage shot this?”
“Yes. But why? Could it be that I am cursed to die?”
“I won’t die. Because I have a holy sword.”
There were many types of curses in the world that she did not know about, but having experienced countless types of curses over the past 700 years, Seira could easily tell even if she was not an expert in curses.
“But anyone who holds this for long will die.”
Especially if that was what we experienced 500 years ago, during the era of great chaos.