Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Accelerating the Great Deed
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"It's not about canceling the operation... You're saying to move it up?"
At Helen's question, Sion nodded immediately as if to say, "Exactly."
Helen wasn't the only one thrown off balance—even Lucia, sitting behind her, looked flustered.
Hadn't Sion himself just said it?
What that "great deed" entailed, what madness they were planning.
It was blowing up part of the palace walls, sturdy as they were.
Something no one had ever dared attempt—and now these people were about to do it.
And this Hispanyan noble wasn't just failing to stop it; he was egging it on!
"Y-Young Lord Sion?
That's..."
"The best choice is to do the right thing.
The second best is to do the wrong thing.
And the worst... is to do nothing at all."
Sion Klauzen spoke with a resolute voice.
Overwhelmed by his intensity, Lucia stammered but couldn't finish her thought.
"Lucia.
Right now, I'm choosing the best path—or at least the second best.
If we don't use this chance to clean house with the Kashugar count's family, it'll bring even greater chaos to the kingdom later.
Someone two-faced makes a fine enemy, but never a good vassal or friend.
If you ask for proof, I'd point to the fairy woman sitting right in front of me."
If someone accused him of blindly targeting the Kashugars just to get close to Helen, Sion could proudly reply, "That's not it."
In the novel, once the royals fell, the Kashugar family swiftly switched sides, stabbing other nobles in the back as they resisted the heavenly race's onslaught—all to survive the purge.
Of course, they reaped the whirlwind for it, burning up alongside everyone else.
'Predicted traitors need to be uprooted completely.
A solid rear guard means no fear of bullshit from the front lines.'
The heavenly race's massive assault was now just over a year away.
Before then, fanatics blindly following them would already be stirring cracks and strife across the continent, spouting nonsense about "purifying" it.
Truth be told, Hispanya collapsing wouldn't bother him much—but it would naturally endanger the Klauzen Margrave Territory too. So Sion had expanded his fence to include Hispanya for now.
"The palace can't be fully trusted anyway.
There are traitors inside."
Those words shocked Helen even more than Lucia.
The internal collaborators were guarded like the kingdom's deepest secrets—how had he uncovered that and now blurted it out in front of her?
'It was all lies.
Everything was a lie.
Trash, brat, wastrel—those rumors.
All fabrications!
He humbled himself, over and over, for this very moment!'
Merchants like her were hypersensitive to rumors and intel.
Even trash-tier gossip dismissed by others had reasons behind its spread, and information could be worth a life.
In that sense, rumors about Sion Klauzen were deliberate misdirection masking accurate facts.
He wasn't officially heir even as an adult, had no vassal support, no notable achievements, and stayed holed up in his father's territory.
Zero strengths, all weaknesses—solid proof.
'And it was all this man's ploy.'
Helen swallowed hard without realizing it.
To avenge herself, she'd hidden for over five years, suppressing every emotion to climb this far.
And today, she was taking her first step: plunging a dagger into Kashugar's neck.
"Of course, damaging the palace would be a grave insult to the royals.
But once His Majesty learns the full story, he'll let it slide.
Killing pests harmful to the kingdom with just a chunk of wall? That's a bargain."
His confident tone left Lucia no choice but to back down.
With her crush on him, she was doomed from the start.
'Lucia's opposition was expected.'
Kim Yu-hyun had no ties to Hispanya, Lily was unconditionally on his side, and Risikida was just a Nudian knight turned subordinate—so even blowing up the entire palace wouldn't faze them.
Lucia, though, was Hispanyan-born, daughter of a court mage who'd served there.
No wonder she was stunned by Sion's plan to not just allow but exploit an attack on the kingdom's heart.
Still, Sion accepted it.
From the moment he'd chosen to keep Lucia by his side instead of Kim Yu-hyun's, she had to be his person—not the kingdom's.
"I hope you'll understand, Lucia."
At least he had the gift of gab, and this body called Sion Klauzen had a face that could make anyone rethink their logic once.
With a serious expression, he locked eyes on her after those words. She fidgeted, then gave a small nod.
'As expected!
Love over patriotism.
The universal law, gender-blind, age-blind, nationality-blind, world-blind, right?'
He'd now persuaded everyone present.
All that remained was executing the "great deed" properly.
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"Ahhh!"
A woman's moan, laced with pleasure and agony, echoed through the room.
At first listen, it sounded like she was in the throes of passion—but the bed held only her.
Trembling white legs, hands clutching the sheets in torment.
Fluttering eyelids.
Drenched in sweat, her body steeped in suffering, she barely parted her lips.
"P-Please... hnnngh!
N-No more...!"
Between her mercilessly spread thighs, fluids poured endlessly.
Beyond that, in her cleft, a strange object was buried deep.
Ssssh!
Ssssh!
As it wriggled like a living thing with eerie sounds, digging deeper, the bewitching woman bit her lip until it bled and pleaded again.
"Take it out, take it out.
I-I'm dying.
Haaah... I'm d-dying.
I'm dying...!
Aaaahhh!"
"Oh, you can't die.
No way.
I paid good money for you—what good are you if you go and die on me alone?"
Roughly.
The man's hand seized the object burrowing inside her and yanked it out halfway.
Not gently, but viciously.
She gasped "Haak!" as if on the verge of death, arched her back, and shuddered violently.
"Take it out, take it out, take it out..."
"Who'd have thought this thing costs ten gold coins? I was floored at first.
Just a stick from beastkin lands, that pricey?
But I had no idea!
It secretes this fluid that heats a woman up, then swells huge absorbing her juices, filling her tight—perfect.
Merchants called it a beastkin punishment tool, but who knew it'd make such a satisfying torture device.
Kuhahaha!"
Sshluck!
"Ahhhng!"
As if teasing her with drugs, he teased the cleft's entrance with the stick's tip, circling slowly—then brutally shoved it back in.
"G-Gonna...!
I'm going!
I'm cumming!
Aaaah!
Ahhhng!"
"Who said you could?"
Her body surged toward climax.
But the man denied even that, ripping the stick free.
The sudden emptiness flooded her, sapping her strength completely.
"Haak... haaah...
H-How long...?
Please, no more...!"
"Still got breath to beg? Guess a few more rounds won't hurt."
He cackled, sliding the stick back in.
Then he scraped her insides ever so gently.
Better if the fire flared once and burned out.
But he kept feeding kindling without letting it blaze—she was dying inside.
"Ahng!
Uwaaang!
J-Just let me cum.
Let me cum!"
"Wanna cum?
Huh?
You wanna?"
"Haaang!
Let me! Let meee!
Ahng!
Let me cuuum!"
But his hand stopped again, yanking the stick out.
Denied at the brink once more, she heaved ragged breaths and passed out.
"Tch.
Three hours the limit this time?"
Three whole hours of toying with, tormenting, ravaging her body.
Never once allowing release, just embers—she'd have to be superhuman to endure sane.
"Normally I'd torment you more."
But it was time to prep for the palace.
He wiped his hands and face, slick with her fluids, changed clothes, and left the room.
"Count.
Preparations for departure are complete."
The Kashugar family's butler and knights bowed respectfully.
A great Hispanyan noble who never boasted, always smiled, and treated underlings well—that was Sefer Kashugar as they knew him.
"Good.
Time to head out.
Thanks for your hard work today."
"No, Count!"
The knights beamed at his mere words.
No ostentation despite his title, no puffed-up airs.
Benevolent to his domain's folk, fair to commoners.
A lord who valued his knights, trusted and cared for his vassals.
Sefer Kashugar commanded their absolute loyalty.
"Shall we depart?"
Mounting his carriage, Sefer flashed a kindly smile.
The butler and knights set off toward the palace.
Unaware, of course, that his gentle grin stemmed elsewhere.
'This new girl's body is so supple, voice so sweet—love tormenting her.
My wife's all prudish, bolts at the slightest kink. No fun.
Ahh, sneaking out of the castle for a party excuse to torture her—pure bliss.'
The royal party had days left.
Thinking of the bound woman in his chambers, panting, waiting—he felt blood rush below.
"Whoa, whoa!"
The carriage halted abruptly amid commotion.
Wondering what, Sefer opened the window and called a knight.
"Hey.
What's going on?
Why the sudden stop?"
"Ah, Count.
Someone darted in front of the carriage—nearly an accident."
"Oh dear.
Should've been more careful.
Everyone's Hispanyan—we can't treat them roughly."
"Yes, sir.
I'll sternly remind the coachman."
"Don't be too harsh."
About to close the window with gentle tones—
"Should've been more careful, like I said."
"Sorry, Young... Young Lord.
I was distracted elsewhere."
"I know Nudia's different from here.
Take your time sightseeing—no rush."
A familiar voice.
Sefer reopened the window, scanning.
The near-collider and the one playfully scolding them.
Both hooded, identities unclear—but he'd heard that voice.
Yes, at the royal party.
"Young Lord Sion Klauzen?"
"Hm?"
The hooded one turned.
Seeing the face, Sefer exclaimed "Ah!" and flung open the carriage door.
"It really is Young Lord Sion Klauzen.
What brings you here?"
"Count Sefer Kashugar.
Off to the palace?"
"Yes.
But you—in that getup, where to?"
"To the palace myself.
Just walking instead of riding.
My new bodyguard knight's never seen the capital, so showing him around."
"I see.
The Klauzen Margrave folk bear heavy duties—must be tough getting to the capital."
"Who knows when next."
Sion dipped his head as if to say "see you there." Sefer spoke urgently.
"Young Lord.
Join us?
Sightseeing's fine, but time's short—and the capital's rowdy lately. Worries me."
"You sure it's no bother?
Don't want to trouble you, Count."
"Nonsense.
Escorting a war hero like Young Lord Sion? An honor."
Sefer grinned amiably.
Sion stroked his chin thoughtfully, then nodded.
"I'll gladly accept your kindness."
"Haha!
Thank you.
What are you all doing!
Escort the war hero properly!"
A random citizen turning out to be the Nudian war hero who'd earned big merits.
The knights hid their shock, guiding Sion aboard.
"We'll lend your bodyguard a horse."
"Grateful for the courtesy, Count."
War hero, Klauzen genius youth unlike the rumors, potential noble world centerpiece soon.
Sefer smirked inwardly.
He'd planned a meeting soon to win him over or snag a weakness—and here he was.
'Fresh to noble society—time to buy his favor.
Cards for later use.'
Thus thinking, Sefer beamed a 100% genuine smile.
Ride to the palace like this, chum it up at the party—brag ties to other nobles. Couldn't be happier.
So, had he foreseen it?
Shoving his head into the devil's maw.