Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Kingdom Mages Approaching the Dungeon
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"Haa... haa..."
Frederike lay sprawled across the bed, panting heavily. Her entire body was etched with red welts from my palm and the whip, scattered here and there.
In stark contrast to those angry red marks, her once-crimson horns had turned pitch black, and her thick, lizard-like tail had darkened to match.
It was a physical transformation brought on by her shift from dragonkin to dragon demon.
She looks much more fitting for the Demon King's castle now.
I traced a finger over one of the red welts on her back.
"Hngh!!"
Frederike shuddered violently, squirting fluids everywhere. Each time she did, globs of the thick white semen I'd pumped into her dripped out.
Whether she couldn't even lift a finger anymore or had simply given up resisting, Frederike lay motionless on the floor.
"My womb... it's full of cum... Now I can go to Valhalla..."
She'd been muttering strange things like that for a while now—Valhalla this, Valhalla that.
It was hard to see the fierce warrior in her as she giggled to herself, lost in her own delusions.
'Has she broken?'
There was no change in her status window, so probably not.
"Hmm."
Maybe she was still floating in the afterglow of her orgasms.
"You're probably not used to it yet."
I'd cum inside her five times.
I'd climaxed five times—how many had she had?
By my second release, she'd already peaked over ten times. I stopped counting after that.
"Still, it was pretty fun."
I wiped the welts on her ass, back, and belly clean with cold water.
"Haaah..."
Frederike let out relieved moans each time the cold water touched her wounds.
She wriggled like an earthworm.
"Time to get up now, don't you think?"
Frederike snapped out of her daze and slowly rose.
"Ah..."
"Still refusing to admit your defeat?"
"...Yes. I haven't lost yet."
Her speech had grown polite, but she still insisted she hadn't been beaten.
The reason was simple.
Every time she denied her defeat, I'd lashed her back with the whip.
I pressed the whip's tip against her cheek.
Her soft flesh yielded, distorting her face, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation of the pain to come.
She hasn't fully broken, but she's in rough shape.
'At least she can still handle dragon tongue magic.'
I grinned and pulled the whip away from her cheek.
"Wha—hey?"
"We've played enough for today. That's it."
"Aaaah..."
"Maybe next time, after you admit defeat, I'll torment you some more."
"I-I lost! I lost, so..."
"You've sold off every scrap of your pride?"
"..."
To think she'd flip like a coin so easily.
"No more today, no matter how much you beg."
"Tease and denial... I like that too..."
Lizardfolk sure are stubborn.
I'll have to remember that.
I wanted to train Frederike a bit more, but spoiling her too much would ruin her discipline. Moderation was key.
Besides, those nosy cats peeking from outside the door took priority.
"Ah?"
"Haa, haa... My Lord Demon King..."
I opened the door. Amy, Rebecca, and Ariana—caught mid-masturbation—jumped in shock at the sight of me.
"That desperate to watch? I could've sworn I told Yulia no peeking."
"B-But the sounds from inside were so intense, we couldn't help ourselves..."
All three were fully clothed, yet their thighs glistened with arousal.
Ariana was even rubbing herself furiously right in front of me, making wet squelching noises.
"Haha... hngh..."
"I tried to stop them."
Yulia bowed her head calmly.
At her words, the three shot her betrayed glares, like Caesar facing Brutus.
"Y-You said it was okay!"
"Yulia, you definitely..."
"What did I say? I only tried to stop you three."
"N-No, that's not..."
"Liar! Yulia's the liar..."
They tried to argue against Yulia's tyranny, but none dared challenge the woman with the most influence after me.
"Is that so? You all wanted me that badly, huh."
"Yes..."
I watched the three for a moment, then nodded.
If they wanted it that much.
"Then I suppose I should oblige."
"Pardon?"
"Come in. If you crave my body, I'll give it gladly. I'm merciful, after all."
"Aaah, my Lord Demon King..."
"Yulia, come in and take Frederike back to her room to rest. Then guard the door—no one enters."
I didn't wait for Yulia's reply. I grabbed the three flushed-faced women and led them inside.
It was a bit calculated.
Stirring up jealousy.
But contrary to my intent, Yulia's voice from behind was calmer than ever.
"Yes, my Lord."
The Demon King turned away without a second thought, missing the faint envy in Yulia's gaze.
And soon after, the trio's ecstatic cries echoed through the dungeon.
Mark, the guard of Mir City, was going through another ordinary day.
Letting people in, taking the occasional bribe as needed.
The city had been briefly chaotic after the bishop's ghoulification and his house burning down, but the culprit was caught, and order returned.
It all wrapped up with rumors that the greedy bishop had received divine punishment.
Then Mark spotted a pair of figures approaching from afar.
Riding horses, hoods pulled low, they raced toward the city gates at impressive speed.
"Halt!"
He raised a hand to stop them urgently.
No family crest, no prior notice.
The church sending a new bishop? But alone, without escorts?
'Two women.'
Even with fewer monsters lately, the kingdom's roads were no place for women to travel alone.
Fugitives? Nah, their outfits were too fine.
Not nobles without attendants.
Daughters of wealthy merchants, maybe.
Mark cleared his throat, thinking he'd find some excuse to extract a toll.
"Papers, please."
"Here."
Both women presented glowing platinum badges simultaneously.
"P-Platinum badges?"
"Kingdom mages dispatched from the capital regarding the bishop incident. Any issues?"
"N-No, ma'am. All good."
"Great. Check them quickly."
"Y-Yes, ma'am!"
His voice boomed with automatic respect.
Kingdom mages.
Platinum badges for 6th-rank mages—the elite of Aslan Kingdom's mage corps, starting from 4th rank.
4th rank: silver badge. 5th: gold. 6th: platinum. The chief court mage carried a gem-encrusted one.
No lowly guard like Mark could question them.
-Rayleigh of Frost.
-Minerva Kina.
'The real deal...'
No need to look closer. In the light, the kingdom's iridescent seal gleamed authentically.
6th-rank mages with platinum badges merited central noble treatment.
Mark broke into a cold sweat, regretting his earlier thoughts. He straightened up and shouted.
"W-Welcome to Mir City!"
"Enough. Where's the mayor?"
"P-Probably at the government hall."
"Escort us. Or report up the chain."
"R-Right away! Please wait just a moment!"
Less than five minutes after Mark dashed off to report.
Clop clop clop!
A squad of soldiers rode up and halted before them.
The heavily armored troops dismounted and bowed deeply.
"We greet the royal mages. The mayor requests your presence."
"Perfect. We were planning to see him anyway."
Rayleigh replied in her signature icy tone.
"Lead on. We wouldn't want to keep you waiting."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Escorted by the soldiers, they headed into the city's inner district.
En route, they spotted the burned ruins of the bishop's house. Workers bustled about, erecting a new church symbol on the site.
"We're building a divine symbol to preserve the evidence of the gods' judgment on the faithless bishop."
"I see..."
Rayleigh's eyes narrowed as she listened.
'Demonic energy...'
It was cleverly masked by the faint holy power permeating the city, but she definitely sensed it.
"You felt it too, Rayleigh?"
Kina whispered softly.
"Yeah. The bishop's death is definitely tied to that dungeon."
The anxiety gnawing at her grew stronger.
The fear that Floa might truly be dead.
The likelihood of a new Demon King rising in that dungeon to challenge the hero.
"Think the Demon King did it personally?"
"Unlikely. Word would have spread if so."
"Could be a stealth assassin type."
"We'll find out."
Soon, they met the mayor.
Stern eyes, thick white mustache under his nose, pursed lips, hooked nose.
He sized them up instantly, his expression darkening.
"Kingdom mages coming all the way to this remote city can't mean good news. The divine punishment?"
The elderly mayor facing them wasn't incompetent, at least.
"We have words on that matter."
Rayleigh placed her platinum badge on the table.
"Provide troops. Destination: Dibel Forest."
"I'd need a reason. Even kingdom mages can't requisition lord's or city forces without cause."
They'd planned to avoid stirring unrest by not requesting troops. But scouting an unknown dungeon's expanse alone would take too long.
Especially with unknown dangers inside.
Manpower from locals.
That was Rayleigh's thinking.
For swift completion, the mayor's aid was essential.
And if—just if—a Demon King was there.
These people could deliver the news to the capital in their stead, sacrificing for the greater good.
Harsh words, but necessary.
Rayleigh scanned the room instead of answering.
The mayor caught on from her look alone and gestured.
"Everyone out."
"Yes, sir."
Once all were out of earshot, Rayleigh spoke.
"The hero has descended. By royal decree: search the site suspected to house the Demon King."
"Hmm... Hero and Demon King. An irrefutable pretext."
The mayor nodded.
"We'll provide support. How many?"