Chapter 29: Absolute Power
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 29: Absolute Power
The vassals were gathered once again in the meeting room. Sophia was staring blankly out the window as if she’d lost her mind. The other two also wore grim expressions. It seemed I was the last to arrive.
In front of the round table where the vassals sat, a man was kneeling with his head bowed. He was somewhere between middle-aged and old, with a bushy beard. Bertio stood up and spoke.
“You’ve arrived.”
“Is that the man who claims to have seen him?”
“Yes. He’s the village chief. He says he saw Sir Roland riding his horse in a hurry. From his account, the time is similar to when you returned to the mansion, Lord Allen.”
The appearance of a witness who would add credibility to my claims. That was why Sophia was so dazed.
“It can’t be. It just can’t be. Roland, abandon me? He swore to protect me…”
Sophia muttered ceaselessly. Bertio’s expression soured slightly. It seemed he was just now realizing the rope he was clinging to was rotten. But it was too late for regrets.
“You saw Sir Roland, you say?”
The village chief, who had glanced up at me, bowed his head again. His posture became even lower, and his body trembled finely. He feared me because most of my hooliganism had taken place in the village.
To the villagers, I was a symbol of terror.
“Th-that’s right, sir. I saw Sir Roland with my own two eyes, clear as day, coming out of the forest on the outskirts of the village and riding hard toward Dresden. It was definitely Sir Roland, it was.”
“How dare you lie! Dresden? Why would he go to a county where he has no connections!”
Sophia, having regained her senses, interjected. Dresden was a county a week’s ride to the north.
Knowing the relationship between Baron Rasino and Roland, she didn’t believe that Roland would flee to Dresden instead of the baron’s capital city.
The village chief bowed his head repeatedly.
“This humble one doesn’t know the reason, sir. But the man riding with his chainmail, ultramarine surcoat, and cloak fluttering in the wind was definitely Sir Roland. And I wasn’t the only one who saw him.”
The chief testified that his companions, who had gone with him to gather wood, had also seen Roland. The evidence wasn't just his words. He handed something to Bertio.
“This is…”
“It was caught on a nearby tree branch, sir.”
Bertio’s eyes trembled as if an earthquake had struck. What the chief handed him was a torn piece of ultramarine cloth. It was the same color and material as the surcoat that had been a symbol of Roland, who was very particular about his appearance.
“My lady…”
Bertio turned to Sophia, holding the cloth. The moment the piece of ultramarine cloth entered her sight, Sophia staggered and took a step back.
“No… that’s not Roland’s…”
A strong denial is as good as a strong affirmation. Sophia’s reaction, on the contrary, confirmed that the piece of cloth belonged to Roland. The atmosphere was shifting to one where Roland’s rebellion was becoming an established fact.
Not just Sophia, but Bertio and Dominico as well were fidgeting, unsure of what to do.
“Tsk. You may go now.”
“Lord Allen. Then what should we do about the search…?”
Dusk was already falling. A considerable amount of time had passed while I was explaining the situation to them and dallying with Aenya.
“Tsk, we can’t keep mobilizing the villagers. It’s not like they could catch Roland on horseback anyway. Fine. I’ll lift the mobilization order. We’ll have to put a bounty on him instead.”
First, I dismissed the village chief, who had finished his testimony. As he straightened his knees to stand, our eyes met for a fleeting moment. It was so brief that no one noticed me give a subtle nod, or the look of slight relief that crossed the chief’s face.
“A bounty?”
Sophia’s attention was elsewhere anyway. I looked at the startled Sophia with a puzzled expression and said.
“We can’t just let him go, can we?”
“But bounty hunters are so rough, aren’t they?”
Bounty hunters usually bring back the target’s head. Because capturing a resisting target alive is several times more difficult.
Even though Roland’s guilt was now certain, Sophia was worried about his safety. It was as if she had completely forgotten her own position. She was crumbling in real time.
“Is there some reason we must keep him alive?”
“That is… yes. We must capture him alive to find out who was behind this, shouldn't we? If only to prevent such a misfortune from happening again.”
Sophia, belatedly coming to her senses, made an excuse. I didn’t hide my troubled expression.
“Capturing him alive will cost more money. The problem is, the family doesn’t have enough to afford it.”
“I… I’ll pay for it.”
“You, Mother?”
“I, who asked the Baron to hire him, also bear some responsibility.”
Sophia seemed so out of her mind that she was admitting to a fact I hadn’t brought up yet because the time wasn’t right.
“If you insist…”
The family’s storehouse was empty, and there were no goods to speak of, so Sophia would have no choice but to sell the jewels she treasured.
However, that treasure would end up in my pocket. After all, one can’t put up a large sum of money to bring back a man who is already dead.
I used the wavering Sophia to line my own pockets. But I wasn’t satisfied. Everything she had was originally mine. I wouldn’t stop until I had taken it all back.
Yes. This was only the beginning.
It seemed Sophia planned to hire her own people to track Roland. The heated voices of Sophia and Bertio could be heard from beyond the door.
“Ahem. Well then, I’ll be on my way.”
Dominico, who had come out with me, left first. His face, much more relaxed, showed that he’d shed a troublesome burden. His attitude was that he didn’t care what happened to Roland.
I, too, turned my back on the meeting room and returned to my room. I had told Aenya to wait for me there. But before I opened the door, a strange sound reached my ears.
“Hhngh…”
It was a sound like a groan. Opening the door silently, I saw Aenya with her face buried in my bed. Her hips were raised toward the sky, and her skirt had slid down, revealing everything underneath.
“Hnng…”
Each time the candlelight flickered, her thighs glistened, and following the trail upward, I could see her fingers moving busily.
The sight of Aenya, completely absorbed in masturbating, letting out breathy pants without even knowing I was there, was more beautiful and deadly than any masterpiece.
“I… I can’t help it. I… hic.”
Judging by the amount of vaginal fluid that had trickled down her thighs, she must have been at it for quite some time. Her fingers quickened as if she were nearing her climax, and her moans grew louder.
Had the incident in the dining hall awakened a new libido in her? A passerby might have heard, but Aenya was completely uninhibited.
A moment later, Aenya’s pelvis bucked. Her fingers had stopped moving. Instead, vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, soaking not only her thighs but also her skirt and the bedsheets.
“Hah… hah…”
Aenya went limp, exhaling hot breaths. She looked quite satisfied. I quietly sat down by Aenya’s head. My reflection appeared in her unfocused eyes. A moment of silence fell.
“Brother…?”
Aenya called out to me belatedly, her voice dazed.
“Was it good?”
Aenya’s languidly unfocused eyes gradually widened. Then she frantically pulled the blanket up to cover herself and scrambled to the edge of the bed. Her face was so red it looked like it would explode.
“Wh-when did you get here!?”
“What is there to be so shy about between us?”
I closed the distance again. Aenya, trying to flee again, stopped when her back hit the headboard and looked up at me. Her reddish-brown eyes trembled with anxiety.
Aenya watched my expression cautiously and said.
“Wh-what kind of relationship do we have?”
If she wanted an answer like “blood-related siblings,” she wouldn’t have needed to ask. What she wanted was something more fundamental.
Aenya flinched as I reached for the nape of her neck. But she no longer tried to run or resist.
I moved my hand and caressed her bright blonde hair. The hair that slipped through my fingers like sand was beautiful beyond compare.
“This brilliantly shining, beautiful hair,”
My hand now stroked Aenya’s cheek. Her cheek, smooth as milk and flushed with heat, moved on its own, rubbing against my hand.
“skin smoother than a baby’s.”
I traced a line down from her cheek to her jaw, then lightly gripped the tip of her chin. And I lifted it slightly, making Aenya look directly into my eyes.
“Hah…”
A breathy pant escaped from Aenya’s slightly parted lips. She was getting aroused from just the touch of my hand.
“Your finely shaped eyebrows, your eyes that seem to hold the stars, your straight, high nose, and your cherry-red lips. All of this is mine.”
“What… hic.”
Before Aenya could say anything, I guided my hand downward. It slid down the elegant line of her neck until it met her swollen breast, which I squeezed lightly.
“These cute breasts are also mine. Mine alone to touch and suck.”
Gulp.
Aenya’s throat bobbed. Her excited breaths turned sweet. Her fingers dug deeper into the blanket she was holding.
Meanwhile, my hand moved further down. It traced the hollow between her ribs and reached her smooth abdomen. My hand continued downward before changing course to firmly grip her buttock.
“Haak!”
Aenya let out a loud moan and buried her face in my chest. It was a posture of complete reliance on me. I buried my face in her shoulder and whispered right into her ear.
“This firm, swollen ass is also mine.”
Aenya looked up at me with heated eyes. She wasn’t satisfied with this; she wanted more. Is it because we share the same blood? Aenya was greedy, too.
I did not refuse her silent plea. My hand returned to her front and resumed its exploration down along her pelvis. Her skirt was so soaked with her fluids that I could clearly feel the texture of her vagina through it. When my hand touched the small protrusion at the end…
“Haaang!”
Aenya let out another moan. As if she’d reached another climax, the spot my hand touched became even wetter. The weight of Aenya leaning against me grew a little heavier.
“This vagina is mine, too. It belongs only to me. No, your entire being, from head to toe, is all mine.”
“Haaah…”
Aenya could do nothing but moan. I gently laid her down on the bed and got up. Then, one by one, I began to take off my clothes.
Aenya’s eyes, which had been looking up at me, fell to my chest. Gulp. Her throat bobbed again. I let out a smirk.
“You lewd bitch.”
Aenya quickly turned her head away. But only for a moment; her gaze snapped back as soon as I took off my pants.
Was it because of the stress from a life-or-death battle? My already large penis had grown even larger, now looking like a club.
Aenya seemed to have no capacity left to even swallow, simply staring intently. Then, as I approached again, she flinched and pulled the blanket toward her body.
“W-wait. W-we can’t do this. We’re siblings…!”
“Selfish pervert. Did you plan to have your fun alone and be done with it? Don’t forget. You’re nothing but my property. Property that must offer up its body whenever I desire. Understand?”
“N-no, I’m not!”
Despite her words, Aenya couldn’t tear her eyes away from my penis. I smirked and whispered in her ear.
“If you don’t want this, I’ll stop. But have you thought about it? How good it would feel to have this inside you? I guarantee it will be a pleasure so great it’ll make everything you’ve felt so far seem like child’s play.”
For twenty years, Aenya had never known bodily pleasure. That’s why, after discovering it, she had become so madly addicted that she craved it from me.
In that state, I had only given her a small taste, leaving her unsatisfied and desperate. Right now, Aenya must be at her limit.
Gulp.
Aenya’s hesitation didn’t last long. She turned her head slightly to avoid my gaze and muttered in a voice as small as an ant’s.
“Th-then… just a little?”
A smirk escaped my lips without me realizing it. Aenya covered her reddened face with both hands.
I lifted her skirt. Her smoothly stretched thighs, slightly swollen lower belly, and a light bush came into view. Between them was her vagina, glistening with fluid as if it had flooded.
That untouched land was a bright pink, as if to prove it had never been touched by another’s hand. The sight of it, continuously pouring out fluid while its lips remained tightly closed, made my heart pound.
It was my blood-related sister’s unused vagina. Like a man having sex for the first time, I hastily guided my penis. The tip of the glans brushed against her, and Aenya’s hips twitched.
I grabbed her pelvis to hold her still and met her eyes. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted me, too.
Then there was no reason to hesitate.
“I’m going in.”
I carefully pushed my penis in. For a moment, I felt a slight resistance, but it didn’t last long. As if it had never hesitated, my monstrous penis tore through her hymen and entered. Her body, already heated to its limit, felt like it was sucking my penis in.
“Aargh!”
Ignoring Aenya’s scream, my penis forged a new path, stretching her vagina to its own size. Even that wasn’t enough, as it advanced endlessly until it finally reached the end.
“…!”
Aenya’s body, which had been struggling in pain, suddenly went rigid.