Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Moonlight is Truly Nice
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Moonlight is truly nice.
Sion slowly opened his eyes to the sunlight filtering through the gap in the curtains.
He had been living quite a bit like 'Sion Klauzen,' but waking up at the feel of sunlight was still just like him.
As he propped himself up in bed and stretched, something poked out beside him.
Black horns, and disheveled silver hair spilling every which way.
He listened closely and heard the soft breathing of a sleeping woman.
Peeking under the blanket, he saw Lily fast asleep.
'...She didn't see anything last night, did she?'
After their outdoor dinner in the garden, he'd carried her back to his room.
He must have gotten swept up in the mood at the time, but thinking back, it had been pretty risky.
Risheeda, Lucia, and Lia were issues, but Trisha worried him the most.
'I brought this on myself, so I have to deal with it, but I still need to be careful.'
Trisha Saik.
She was strong enough to overwhelm most humans even now, but when the heavenly tribe appeared on this land, she'd become a blazing meteor shower, raining lightning bolts endlessly on those pigeons.
To claim her completely, he wouldn't hesitate at the dirtiest tricks.
Some might call it too much, but if he hadn't planned on this, Sion wouldn't have saved Jimmy Faker in the first place.
Since he was doing it, he'd do it thoroughly—and if he was going to have her, he'd have her completely in his grasp.
If he was going to play the villain, who better than himself before any man?
"Mmm."
Lily stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
She must have felt Sion's hand unconsciously stroking her hair.
Her ruby-red eyes were still hazy with sleep.
Yet the moment she spotted Sion, she reflexively smiled at him, making his heart clench once more.
'...Ah, please.
Lily.'
Hitting a man's heart like this again would just make him want more.
Oblivious Ddolddoli followed its master's lead, stretching and popping up energetically.
Sion subtly bent his knees to hide it and opened his mouth.
"You're awake?"
"...Yeah.
You?"
"As you can see?"
"...Do it more."
Her sudden request for more sent lewd thoughts flooding Sion's mind.
More? First thing in the morning?
Hmm.
In that sleepy state, it might be a bit...
"What're you talking about.
Pet my head."
"Huh, yes?"
"It's all over your face.
Idiot.
Even for a succubus, we don't just do it right after waking up."
Lily giggled and ordered him to hurry up and stroke her hair.
Caught red-handed, Sion let out a hiss and began gently running his fingers through her silver waterfall of hair once more.
Lily lay there contentedly, a smile on her lips, then spoke up after a moment.
"So, what's your plan now?
You've got a stigmata bearer just like you wanted."
"You noticed?"
"When I talked about stigmata bearers, your eyes weren't normal.
Like you were eyeing another woman."
"Never cheated."
"Oh, please.
Put your hand on your heart and say that.
Doesn't it prick your conscience?"
"Yup."
He'd thrown his conscience to the dogs ages ago.
Keeping it had brought nothing good, just losses.
"Such a trash heap."
"Coming from a demon, that makes me proud.
Guess I've lived right."
Sion finished answering and got out of bed.
A month had passed since he started working on Trisha, so news from the capital or the Highness Merchant Guild should arrive soon.
It was late enough that he wondered if he should head to the capital himself.
'Less than a year left now.'
The sanctuary was in the Holy Prussen Kingdom, beyond Nudia from here in Hispanya.
The heavenly tribe's return would start there, spreading purifying flames across the world like autumn wildfires.
Holy Prussen wouldn't even resist before being purified, and Nudia—already seized by radical fairy hardliners—would fall immediately.
Hispanya, being the farthest out, had a decent shot at resistance, but the heavenly tribe reached out to Princess Vanessa as prep work. Her lingering attachment to Kim Yoo-hyun led her to take their hand, dooming the entire royal family to burn.
'Honestly, the royal incineration is bad, but the continental war a few months prior is the real problem.'
The holy war led by Holy Prussen, with Nudia and Hispanya tagging along.
In truth, it was fools and idiots played by radical fairy schemes, cleaning up innocent demons.
And after nearly exterminating demons, they suddenly turned swords on other races, leaving the continent soaked in endless blood and tears.
Hispanya, with its heavy concentration of other races, suffered the worst of the war's horrors.
Named ones dropped like flies, while the heavenly tribe in the sanctuary snickered, awaiting the world they'd reduce to ashes.
'How they were hailed by the world.
Repaying grace with cannon fire?
Bastards.'
Sion's plan was simple.
His influence was limited to Hispanya, so he couldn't fully stop the heavenly tribe's return.
But conversely, he could control Hispanya to his will, halting the demon-exterminating holy war and the blades turned on other races.
Holy Prussen Kingdom and Nudia Kingdom.
Abandon both.
Overextending there would doom everything.
Instead, preserve Hispanya's forces to confront those pigeon spawn.
If possible, secretly shelter demons too, hold out until the world shouted 'Heavenly tribe bastards! We were fooled!'—then ride the shifted public opinion to drive them out.
Finally, make Kim Yoo-hyun the hero and step back himself.
'That way, all the praise, hate, envy, and jealousy go to him.'
Sion planned to stay hands-off as much as possible.
Though he'd snag some sweet glory along the way.
'Stabilize the northern barbarians first, secure those two named ones for sure.
The woman Kim Yoo-hyun pined for before Lucia, daughter of winter.
And...'
Kan.
The true powerhouse who, alongside the succubus queen and white plague, pushed Kim Yoo-hyun hard.
He wanted her as an ally if possible.
'But no ideas on how.
With Trisha, I broke her and forced her off track, then slipped in.'
Kan wasn't some chuunibyou victim like Trisha. She was a leader among the northern barbarians, a fully realized character.
No way she'd fall for clumsy words or actions.
"What're you spacing out for?"
"...Just thinking.
Need to wash up first.
You stay in bed longer, Lily."
"Hmm?
No, no.
I wanna wash too.
Together!"
"Yes?"
"Together.
Like you said, lovers or married, whatever— we can do that much now, right?"
Lily sat up and looked at Sion.
He groaned, wondering if he could hold out.
Even now, her moon-pale breasts and those pink nipples he wanted to devour jiggled enticingly. Entering the shower with her—would reason hold?
"Shall we go?"
Yeah, hold it together.
Stuffed himself full yesterday; no way he'd be hungry this morning.
He'd held back facing her so far; a shower together shouldn't break him.
But moments later.
"Ahhn!
Hyaaang!"
Slurp, slurrp!
"Hyyaaan!
Th-there, feels good.
Ahhn!
H-harder, more!"
Sion ended up burying his face between Lily's thighs, savoring her folds as leisurely as morning coffee.
She'd whined no at first, but now parted her legs herself, granting permission. Sion devoured her secret place even more fiercely with his tongue.
"Haaak!
Hic!
...S-Sion.
You really like me?"
"..."
"I-I'm a demon.
Ahhn!
B-but if you like it.
Hyaang!
I-I'll like it more too.
So...!
Ahnng!"
Thrusting deep, Lily clung desperately to Sion.
He stroked her back soothingly and spoke.
"No need for the queen to ask permission each time.
Like her freely.
I'll like our queen freely too."
"Hyaang!
Y-you permitted it?
N-no take-backs later?
Hak!
Haaak!"
As if saying do as you please, Sion whipped her insides more fiercely with his manhood.
Each time, the woman in his arms cried out in ecstasy, so beautifully.
"Lily, don't get sick of it later and run off on me."
"Hak!
Hak!
I-idiot.
Anyway... that contract, ahng!
M-means it won't happen!
Aah!
Aaaang!"
Climax hit again; Lily wailed desperately, clinging tight.
Hugging her fiercely, he spilled his rising sensation deep inside her.
"Aaah...!
Aaaaah...!"
Her satisfied sighs filled the room, fading bit by bit.
—
"That concludes the report."
Lion, the Knight Commander, handed over the report on the 'Griffin Rider Training Program' from the past month.
Grand name, but nothing special.
Simply, over the month, they'd filtered applicants rigorously, building trust with still-growing griffins for bonding.
The report made it sound simple, but taming griffins was daily hell for them.
"How are the trainees?"
"Griffins are so fierce and scary, they're struggling.
But as Young Lord said, they're all 'sky-crazed maniacs' dying to fly—so they grit it out to fulfill that desire."
"Good."
To ride flying monsters, the rider must first get used to the sky.
And for acclimation, thrill-seekers beat the stoics.
That's why insisting on knights or soldiers atop monsters failed.
They're not like horses.
Fear the sky, and you're done. You need maniacs who crave it.
Only then could they become the true 'effective forces' Sion wanted.
"Give them top treatment always, but remind them they're Klauzen's, Knight Commander. Don't forget to threaten expulsion for forgetting who owns the griffins and acting reckless."
"No question.
Monsters and riders—all Klauzen's."
After the report, Lion left Sion's private office.
Bit by bit, territory duties were shifting to Sion.
As official heir, it was natural.
"You can come in now."
At Sion's words, a little boy dashed in do-do-do!
Eyes sparkling, he stared at Sion.
His half-brother, Aden Klauzen, thrilled that his once-hating big bro now played with him—and even more so since bro was a hero.
"Bro!
Bro!"
"Yeah, yeah.
What're we playing today?
Ah, please, when tossing the ball, the mana..."
"Outside the door.
Some sister's there.
One burning all fiery-like."
"Burning" clicked for Sion who it was.
Pro arsonist, Saik Trisha.
She'd been watching his room nonstop, it seemed.
'No way another girl with me, so spying.'
Unwanted bodyguard—or stalker—increased by one.
"Trisha."
Sion called; movement sounded beyond the door.
"Come in for tea before you go."
Risheeda or Lia would blush or whatever and bolt.
But this woman was different.
Without a word, she flung the door open, her fiery red-and-yellow hair flying as she sat on the sofa.
"Wahh.
Like real flames."
Aden muttered in awe; Trisha fixed him with a sharp glare.
Aden yelped and shut up; Sion clicked his tongue.
"Kid knows nothing.
Don't bully him."
"...Got it."
At least she listened to Sion.
Sensing serious talk coming, Sion sent Aden out.
Promising playtime later.
Aden dashed out do-do-do!
Leaving man and woman alone.
Trisha stared at Sion reviewing reports, then spoke.
"Tell me."
"What."
"How to make Sion mine alone."
"You guess already?
Stigmata activated briefly—you know what that means."
"...Planning to fight the heavenly tribe?"
"Planning to stop the heavenly tribe."
Some might ask what's the difference, but to Sion, worlds apart.
Former paints him demon worshiper; latter, heavenly tribe plotting something shady.
"Don't worry.
I don't know heavenly tribe stuff.
No parents to tell old fairy tales."
"..."
Self-burn. Unexpected.
"What matters is now.
You, me, this world we live in.
Rest is irrelevant.
Anyone touching that—I'll rip them apart."
"Fine otherwise, but don't bare fangs at my people."
"...Why?"
"Cause they're mine."
"I'm yours too?"
"Exactly why no fighting.
Don't want to hate you."
Carrot and stick.
Behave, and despite saying no, he'd love her anyway.
Trisha snorted 'hmph.'
Though her amber eyes swirled with conflict.
"Really.
Obey nicely, and rewards along the way."
"...Rewards?"
"Proof you're my woman?"
At 18, she knew.
Catching on, Trisha coughed 'ahem!'
"N-nonsense."
"Don't want it, fine."
"Never said no."
Answer snapped right out.
Sion smiled at her reaction, beckoning.
Trisha stubbornly stayed put, though.
"Won't come, I'll call Rishe and seat her here."
She bolted up.
Instant reaction to Rishe.
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