Elf Governor Serendia
Knight.
One of the biggest reasons I was able to survive for a full thirty years on battlefields where at least dozens died every single day was because I had thoroughly devised and tested strategies for fighting those close-combat specialists.
Some people mockingly call them tin cans, but on the battlefield, a knight was literally the grim reaper.
Every time their blade flashed, soldiers without any real skill had no choice but to offer up their necks.
Sword Masters stood at the pinnacle of such warriors.
They were the worst possible opponents for a mage.
Curses could be resisted, and offensive magic was halved.
Mages were certainly high-value personnel.
Perhaps even more so than knights.
Yet to win a war, even such mages had to be sent to the front lines.
In that sense, a commoner becoming a mage was both a chance to turn their life around and a foolish act of walking straight into the jaws of death.
Commoner mages were always deployed to the very front.
That was why, to survive, I had to learn how to face knights.
It was the second training my master gave me.
And with that, my master passed away.
Killed by a knight. A Sword Master.
I trained like a madman to stay alive.
I researched and verified.
After about twenty years had passed, people—friend and foe alike—began calling me by a certain name.
The Knight Slayer of Haran, Aslan.
I opened my closed eyes.
I stared at the enemy standing roughly a hundred meters away.
Complete darkness had fallen over the surroundings, bringing perfect silence.
Because of that, the garden's beauty was lost to the eye, yet even from the silhouette alone I could tell it had been quite beautifully designed and maintained.
Elves.
A race of beauty that loved nature and sought harmony with other living beings.
That was supposedly written somewhere… though whichever historian wrote it must have been blinded by their appearance and filled it with bias.
Who would have guessed?
That they harbored such sinister ideologies while looking out at the world.
Today, I intended to deliver proper education to these elves.
To make the wicked elves repent and become virtuous.
This was the beginning.
"Lady Serendia, are you ready?"
"Yes."
I turned my gaze to the side.
In the stands, three elves with ankles and wrists tightly bound sat watching us, unable to move an inch.
Behind them, Aria—who was keeping watch over the three—looked at me with slightly anxious eyes, full of worry.
Between Serendia and me stood the referee, Audrey, waiting for my command.
At my single nod, she slowly backed away and raised her hand.
—Are you really okay? You don't need help?
'It's fine. Don't worry. No problem.'
Of course, if I fought her head-on it would be a gamble where I'd truly be risking my life, but I only ever fought battles I was certain to win.
For that purpose, I had made one suggestion.
That we begin with a hundred-meter distance between us.
And since she already knew I was a mage from our previous clash, she had readily accepted.
She understood well that starting right in front of each other when a mage fought a knight would be unfair.
'A hundred meters is still short, though.'
To a Sword Master, that distance could be closed in an instant.
But for me, it was enough.
That instant would also give me time to respond.
I steadied my breathing and opened and closed my eyes.
It had been a while since I fought a knight of this caliber.
The most recent one had been Bella.
Of course, Bella the magic swordsman was certainly strong enough, but her skill was only at the beginner level of Sword Master.
To be precise, just the entry level.
The gap between beginner and intermediate was like heaven and earth, so to face one intermediate, you'd probably need three beginners working together.
In other words, right now I was fighting the equivalent of three magic swordsmen like Bella at once.
However…
'I, Aslan, only fight battles I can win.'
Therefore, this match was my victory.
Audrey's hand came down.
At that moment, with a boom like an exploding bomb, Serendia charged forward at tremendous speed.
Watching her, I also began to move.
Magic spells began manifesting in accordance with my will.
***
The three elves, forced to watch the duel while naked and restrained in the stands, swallowed dryly.
The outcome of this fight would determine their own fates.
Yet unlike Senil and Beki, a smile soon bloomed on Sophia's face.
No matter how she thought about it, this was already as good as their victory.
'I don't know why he made such a stupid suggestion, but that human has made a grave mistake.'
Who was Captain Serendia… no, Governor Serendia?
Wasn't she the very person who had nearly driven the troll horde that had been invading the elf kingdom for nearly 1,500 years to extinction?
Those who had been part of her forces back then had clearly witnessed it.
The governor's martial prowess and ability.
Especially Sophia, who had personally seen the duel against the troll chieftain who had taken the lives of countless kin, was more certain than anyone of her victory.
'Lady Serendia's skill was already at the top even within the elf kingdom! If she'd had the right bloodline and connections, she could easily have become an elder or a guardian. There's no way someone like her would lose to livestock like you.'
Seeing the smile on Sophia's lips, Senil and Beki also began to relax.
In their minds as well, Captain Serendia could not possibly lose.
Aria's fists clenched tightly as she watched.
He had to win.
No matter what, he absolutely had to win.
But if it looked like he was in danger…
'Even if it's a little cowardly, I'll threaten them if I have to and protect Master Kael.'
Their meeting had been fate.
She would never allow anything to go wrong.
Aria's crimson eyes flashed for an instant.
And at that moment, Audrey raised her hand.
The wager duel was finally beginning.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on her fingertips.
Even the sound of insects fell silent under the thick tension, and sweat dampened the spectators' palms.
Then, just as the heavy silence settled and breaths that had momentarily stopped resumed, Audrey stepped back and sharply swung her hand downward.
Boom!!
The ground sank in as the governor shot forward toward the front.
At the same time, the human dodged in the opposite direction.
'Hah. It's useless. You're finished!'
Sophia sneered at the action.
No matter what he tried, the outcome wouldn't change.
It was merely a matter of how quickly or slowly it would end.
And sure enough, Serendia closed even that distance in one breath and drew her sword. The moment she swung horizontally—
'Huh? L-Lady Serendia…?'
Serendia lost her balance and pitched forward.
Like a child who couldn't keep their center of gravity, she tumbled across the ground without even managing a proper breakfall.
That single action caused the elves in the stands and Aria to experience opposite emotions.
'Th-that can't be…! How?'
At that moment, a thought flashed through their minds.
'Don't tell me… this curse magic was that high-grade?'
They had thought it couldn't be ordinary grade since it left them completely powerless, but for it to work on Lady Serendia as well?!
They had believed their captain had only been captured because she fell into a trap or was forced to comply after they were taken hostage.
After all, they had never once seen her lose.
But what was this situation now?
Their mouths hung open in disbelief for a moment, but when the governor quickly rose again, Sophia let out a sigh of relief.
'Of course. There's no way Lady Serendia couldn't break this!'
The expressions of the other two elves, which had been stiff with tension, brightened once more.
However, their faces soon grew even stiffer than before.
'…I can't believe it.'
Every time she tried to stand, she fell again.
Though their captain's skill was outstanding enough to break the curse, the problem was that the opponent cast it faster than she could dispel it.
'H-he's activating magic with just his thoughts, without even chanting?'
And at a high level, too?
D-don't tell me he's a dragon…?
All sorts of thoughts flooded their minds.
Soon, the governor—once their hope and object of faith—had no choice but to lie flat on the ground with her rear end raised high in an unsightly manner.
And the human stood before her, quietly looking down.
***
The strategy for dealing with knights was surprisingly simple.
Since mages were vulnerable in close combat, knights always benefited from closing the distance.
Therefore, remembering that they would charge in like idiots 999 times out of 1,000, the strategy couldn't help but be extremely straightforward.
I leaned my body far back, away from the elf charging toward me.
At the same time, I reinforced my body.
First my dynamic vision, then my two legs, and finally my hands.
But as expected of a Sword Master, by the time the magic activated, she had already closed more than half the distance between us.
'Still, it's enough.'
That said, there was no reason to take it easy…
So I cast it right away.
Without any warning, I hit the approaching elf—who was glaring fiercely at my mouth—with two of my signature spells in succession, without chanting.
Impotence. Despair.
"Kuh?!"
Her steps faltered slightly, but she immediately resisted.
As expected of a Sword Master.
But I had been waiting for that moment of hesitation.
I had already anticipated that she would resist.
So I attempted multiple simultaneous casts.
While retreating, I inscribed character magic with both arms and chanted verbally while using silent magic.
Impotence × 4
Feeling the flow of magic, the woman swung her sword.
I sensed one of the character magics that had been rapidly approaching vanish.
However, the remaining three were still active.
The moment they hit, the elf woman—who had been charging forward—collapsed forward as Impotence took hold.
Then, as a follow-up, Despair was cast on her, leaving her unable to respond for about two seconds.
Thus, the match was decided.
My victory. Her defeat.
Yet the woman, unwilling to accept the result, stood up again.
'She doesn't want to admit it.'
If so, I would simply cast it again.
Impotence. Thud.
"Kuh…!"
Impotence. Thud.
"Ugh…"
Even after falling twice, she kept trying to stand.
From the look in her eyes, it didn't seem like it would end after just one or two tries.
'Well, in a way, this worked out.'
After all, I had planned to thoroughly trample her in front of her subordinates anyway.
So I kept feeding her the magic.
Every time she showed signs of trying to rise, again and again.
Until she could no longer stand.
Until she couldn't even lift her head toward me.
Impotence. Thud.
Impotence. Thud.
Impotence. Thud…
…
"……"
She seemed to have finally calmed down.
After roughly three minutes of struggling, the woman who had been bouncing back up like a roly-poly toy finally went still.
Glancing down, I saw a mature beauty who looked to be in her thirties biting her lip.
She must have been at a loss.
There was no way for her to win.
Of course, since elves could skillfully use both spirits and magic, combining the two might have given her a chance.
But this fight had already been decided.
Her actions were merely a matter of pride.
She couldn't accept that the martial arts she had built up over nearly a thousand years had been shattered by me.
'Well, I can understand that.'
Those who reached the pinnacle in any field tended to have extremely strong pride in that area.
If she had swung her sword even once, it might not have come to this, but unfortunately, as a mage, I couldn't allow that.
The only thing I could do was tease her or face her seriously without holding back.
If her pride was hurt too badly, she might throw away being a slave altogether.
—Hehe~ What would you have done if it was someone else?
'Who?'
—For example, those three over there? Or Audrey?
There was no need to even think about it.
I answered as the thought came to me.
'I would've yawned and stomped on their faces with my feet. And if they kept acting up, I'd make them piss themselves like that masturbation addict over there. No reason to put on a show for them, right?'
—Kekeke. That's Aslan for you!
Once the governor's resistance faded, a heavy silence descended upon the garden.
Standing right in front of her, I asked,
"What will you do? Do you want to continue?"
"…No. Your victory."
"Then swear it."
I undid my pants and took out my member.
The massive, grotesque shaft stood erect above her head.
"Swear it while kissing my cock. That you'll become a slave and serve me as your master."
Serendia staggered forward, grabbed my leg, and pulled herself up.
Kneeling, she hesitated for a moment before my member, but it was only for an instant.
Soon, she pressed her plump lips to the tip and kissed it before swearing.
"From this moment on, I, Serendia, become Kael Cleanberry's slave and will serve him with all my life until death."
"Good. Now suck it nicely. So your subordinates can watch and learn."
"Yes."
The elf governor took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it back and forth with wet sounds.
It was her first time, so her fellatio was still quite awkward.
Yet the satisfaction was immense.
The fact that I had obtained a mid-level Sword Master elf as a slave was something I could feel directly with my body.
"Does my cock taste good?"
"Chup. Chuurp… Puhaa… I don't know. It just feels obscene."
As expected of an elf.
She really couldn't lie.
It made me want to check something.
"Who are you?"
"I am Kael Cleanberry's slave."
"What is your duty?"
"To devote this body entirely to serving and attending to my master."
"You know it well. Then what should you do?"
The woman took my cock into her mouth again and began sucking.
Her mouth movements were slightly more skilled than before.
"Chup. Chup. Chuurp… Master, does my mouth feel good?"
Quick on the uptake and with good sense. Truly the best.
Praising her, I immediately stroked her head.
"Yeah. I like it a lot. The best, Serendia…!"