"Yes."
Michael answered, resisting the urge to storm out.
He cooled down his excitement by backing off just enough to touch her. Then he pulled Eve's body into his arms.
In the process, he was buried deep again. The violently shaking sensation fueled his greed.
Unfortunately, there was no time to go to bed. Michael went down to the floor with Eve in his arms.
"Ah!"
Eve was positioned sitting on Michael's body.
Michael turned Eve's body towards him so that she was facing him.
And he leaned his back against the wall, almost half-lying down. Holding back his heavy breathing, Michael reached out and caressed Eve's cheek.
“I can’t let you lie down on this shabby floor.”
Instead, it seemed to mean that he would be crushed.
“..Anyway, you have good manners.”
“Knight, then.”
The hem of her dress covered her lower body. At first glance, she looked completely dressed.
It seemed as if Eve had climbed onto Michael.
“If you hurry up... that would be great.”
The throbbing sensation inside her tickled this man. They continued their act, cleverly hiding their lewdness.
Eve, who had taken control, moved. As a result, the hem of her skirt and uniform that were touching each other were crumpled together.
“Michael...!”
“Ugh, Eve..."
A handsome man in a uniform stood on the floor, looking up at Eve, his hair disheveled.
Eve felt as if her head was melting every time a low, murky moan of pleasure reached her ears.
She couldn't contain her excitement.
She felt like swallowing him up from head to toe.
And it was the same with Michael.
He lifted his arm, trembling slightly, with bulging veins, and held it with his palm, hot as if he were burning.
He grabbed Eve's waist.
Michael, who had taken control, immediately poured out his desires ferociously. It was a leap forward that seemed to dig and crush upwards.
“Michael, Michael...!”
"Eve!"
The shaking intensified. Eve's expression became distorted as if she was about to cry, and Michael's face became distorted as if he was enduring pain.
"Ah!"
At some point, the rough thrusting stopped. Michael's eyebrows, which had been narrowed charmingly in the trembling, slowly opened.
"Ha..."
Eve collapsed against Michael's chest, his body tightly hugging hers as he felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck.
Michael answered, resisting the urge to storm out.
He cooled down his excitement by backing off just enough to touch her. Then he pulled Eve's body into his arms.
In the process, he was buried deep again. The violently shaking sensation fueled his greed.
Unfortunately, there was no time to go to bed. Michael went down to the floor with Eve in his arms.
"Ah!"
Eve was positioned sitting on Michael's body.
Michael turned Eve's body towards him so that she was facing him.
And he leaned his back against the wall, almost half-lying down. Holding back his heavy breathing, Michael reached out and caressed Eve's cheek.
“I can’t let you lie down on this shabby floor.”
Instead, it seemed to mean that he would be crushed.
“..Anyway, you have good manners.”
“Knight, then.”
The hem of her dress covered her lower body. At first glance, she looked completely dressed.
It seemed as if Eve had climbed onto Michael.
“If you hurry up... that would be great.”
The throbbing sensation inside her tickled this man. They continued their act, cleverly hiding their lewdness.
Eve, who had taken control, moved. As a result, the hem of her skirt and uniform that were touching each other were crumpled together.
“Michael...!”
“Ugh, Eve..."
A handsome man in a uniform stood on the floor, looking up at Eve, his hair disheveled.
Eve felt as if her head was melting every time a low, murky moan of pleasure reached her ears.
She couldn't contain her excitement.
She felt like swallowing him up from head to toe.
And it was the same with Michael.
He lifted his arm, trembling slightly, with bulging veins, and held it with his palm, hot as if he were burning.
He grabbed Eve's waist.
Michael, who had taken control, immediately poured out his desires ferociously. It was a leap forward that seemed to dig and crush upwards.
“Michael, Michael...!”
"Eve!"
The shaking intensified. Eve's expression became distorted as if she was about to cry, and Michael's face became distorted as if he was enduring pain.
"Ah!"
At some point, the rough thrusting stopped. Michael's eyebrows, which had been narrowed charmingly in the trembling, slowly opened.
"Ha..."
Eve collapsed against Michael's chest, his body tightly hugging hers as he felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck.
Eve barely raised her head and looked at Michael with her hazy eyes. Then Michael spoke with a sallow face and his bangs stuck to his forehead.
“You seem more excited than usual.”
“That, that’s right. I can’t deny it.”
“It was worth the effort. So next up is restraint. And there’s also the silver-clad Arachne.”
Eve blushed as she had a fatal imagination for a moment.
Michael must have felt her body flinch reflexively. He let out a low laugh.
When Eve was overcome with shame, Michael caressed her cheek so tenderly that it seemed as if she was melting.
“Eve.”
"Huh?"
“Are you tired?”
Amber eyes sparkled defiantly at the pointless question.
“No way.”
“As expected, my Eve.”
As if it was the answer he had been waiting for, Michael smiled brightly and kissed her.
Enough with the beastly play of desire, it was time to explore with their whole bodies. While their tongues were intertwined, their clothes were taken off by each other's hands.
There was no way to relieve the excitement. With the wet groans that continued endlessly, the night of overtime work deepened.
***
The new year has dawned in the Hadelamide Empire.
There were about two months left until the expedition to subdue the Dragon. It was time to step up preparations for the subjugation war.
The South, in particular, was busy producing military supplies. The Empire's capital was concentrated in the South to create the Great Dragon Artifact, which was a combination of magic and alchemy.
Thanks to this, the South was on the verge of a promised revival. The massive military supply project would bring prosperity to the South.
But didn't they say that when the light is strong, the shadows become darker? Everything seems to be going smoothly.
The South also had its share of squeaky corners.
Southern Aristocrats' Union Congress.
Representatives of each family gathered together to ensure the smooth production of materials.
Currently, the heads of the families, including Marquis Belteor, have gone up to the imperial capital Hadelun, intending to enter the central political world.
Accordingly, a successor or deputy was appointed to the council of the confederation. Only Count Pablius attended in person.
The Confederacy has recently been paying its debts in pure silver.
He was in a lot of trouble. The reason he came here today was to explore that issue.
The representatives of each family looked at Count Pablius's face.
“How have you been, Count Pablios?”
“Hehe, of course.”
“Is it okay for you to be here instead of in the central region?”
It was a look of regret that suggested the negotiations would have been easier if a representative had been present.
After a brief pause, they got down to business. As the leader, Marquis Belteor, was vacant, his eldest son wanted to conduct the meeting in his stead.
“The reason for making this position is simply the problem of paying for pure silver. The current currency has become scarce, and the price of gold has risen. There is no substitute for pure silver in the tip of the ballista, and pure silver is currently only produced in Pablios. Because of this, the currency is concentrated in one place, and the problem is only getting worse. It is believed that the use of silver is more appropriate for the benefit of the entire Union.”
“That's right.”
“That’s right.”
How good is the common good? Who is responsible for the production of iron?
The Counts of Grevicon and Hillman, who were in charge of black gold production, caught the wind.
Of course, Count Pablios, who was holding the sword, snorted inwardly.
'Huh, you guys are the ones who are better. I knew this would happen, so I came myself, the owner of the house!'
He smiled vainly on the outside. He had prepared for it anyway.
“Oh, it’s a bit sudden, but I think it’s time for us Pablios to take a step back for the sake of the union. Then, let’s consider a plan to collect the money in silver starting in half a year.”
“What? Half a year later? Isn’t that after the Tobaku Battle is already over?”
The eldest son of the Count of Grevicon snorted. Count Pablios pricked his ears.
“Well, honestly, half a year feels like it’s gone by too fast. It’s not like you can overturn a long tradition of trading in gold overnight, is it? Ignoring tradition and history will only lead to great chaos. It’s time to approach it from a conservative perspective, as befitting a noble.”
“Isn’t that what you’re saying, ‘I can’t do it in the end?’"
“Oh! We at Pablo have also taken a big step back. We have already decided on the use of gold coins, but we have taken a loss and made concessions. I hope it doesn’t turn out to be a case of the enemy being defeated.”
Countess Hillman glared at Count Pablios with cold eyes.
“I see you have already budgeted for the right prices, Count Pablios.”
“As expected, the hostess has great taste.”
“Then, what percentage would you like to pay in silver?”
“Hmm, if it’s a 40% increase, then maybe I should consider it?”
“What? 40%?”
It was an outrageous ratio.
They wield the fact that they monopolize resource production as a weapon and use it to their advantage.
At this point, Count Hillman let out his suppressed anger.
“Look here, Count!”
“Oh my, that’s surprising! Why are you making such a big noise?”
“Yes, calm down..."
It was a time when the atmosphere on the Belteor side was dangerous. The Grevicon family surprisingly gave up quickly.
“Yes, I’ll try to pay with gold somehow.”
“No, Count Grevicon!”
Count Hillman's face crumpled as if he had been betrayed. Meanwhile, only Pablios smirked.
“Hehehe. Well then, I guess the meeting is over and I’ll be going now.”
The meeting was called off. Count Pablios went straight to the Belteor mansion.
He traveled to his domain through the warp portal inside. The Countess greeted him at the Count's castle.
The two people who went to the bedroom together had a friendly conversation like a famous lovebird couple in the South.
“How’s everything going, honey?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Everything worked out well when I did as the merchant advised you.”
“Oh my, really? Actually, at first, I didn’t like it because it looked so mean, but the more I looked at it, the more I liked
Yes."
“There is no such thing as a lucky charm. Thanks to securing gold coins in advance since fall, as he said, I have made a huge profit. I wonder what kind of person he is, so please make time for me later, ma’am.”
“Oh ho ho, I understand. Anyway, if this continues, our Pablios might become the best in gold in the South.”
Marquis Belteor is pouring all his energy into advancing into central politics.
If Belteor becomes centralized, the South will have a new leader.
It is necessary. Where else can you find a family as good as the Pablios in that role?
“Hehehehe.”
“Hoo hoo hoo hoo.”
The laughter of a middle-aged couple filled the bedroom with warmth and joy.
Meanwhile, outside the Count's castle, the merchant in question was busily riding his carriage.
'One family is finished. Now I can deal with the remaining two families and return to the imperial capital.'
The man looked out the window towards the north, where the ecliptic Hadelun was.
His eyes naturally became filled with emotion. In his hands, clasped tightly to his chest, he held the 'Palace Warp Portal Ticket'.
The man, Alben Linus, shouted.
“Your Highness! Please wait a moment! I will return to Your Highness’s embrace in no time!”
The imperial palace was also busy preparing for the punitive war.
Military training took place every day at the Colossus Arena, the training ground for homunculus.
The 200 men of the Imperial Guard, reorganized into 10 knightly orders, received tactical and combat training under the command of each knight master.
There was also joint training between knights, but looking at the form, it was a political exercise of the imperial family.
Depending on the situation, it was clear that the Royal Guard was sharply divided into two forces.
The cavalry divisions formed immediately after the summer festival were as follows:
1st Princess Roxandra's Silver Glow, 3rd Princess Brigitte's Wall Blood, 6th Princess Stefania's Thundercloud, 7th Princess Evienrose's Punishment, 8th Princess Rosenit's White Night, 1st Prince Rubio's Brilliance, 3rd Prince Theobald's Black Wing, 5th Prince Ikaris's New Moon, 6th Prince Derek's Illusion.
One of the common knights who was not chosen by the royal family was given the task of destroying the last order of knights.
At that time, only Punishment was Eve's.
Wall Blood, Thunder Cloud, Black Wing, and Illusion supported Bridgette, and the other five were neutral, so Bridgette put in the effort to persuade them.
'The situation is completely different now.'
As Sylvestian became Eve's knight, the White Nights naturally came to belong to Eve.
She alone took over the punishment and the white nights.
Here, three more knights were added as Rosenite resolved Stefania's problem and officially supported Eve.
Rosenite's recruitment of Snorrett as her newest knight has brought her under her influence, as well as her wooing of Ikalis to her side.
Also, Stefania, who went down to her maternal family's estate, met Rosenite.
She revealed her intention to defect to Eve's side and entrusted the Thundercloud Knights to her.
'This much with just one lodge?'
Here, Rubio, who had built a friendship through the investigation of human trafficking cartel cooperation, became clear about his political stance, and Eve was given the role of radiant one.
A total of six knights became Eve's followers.
Comments
Post a Comment