Chapter 824
Chapter 824
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 824
Chapter Title: Tyrant for You
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The court orchestra struck up their tune.
It was a lively melody, just as I'd ordered. They were being quite obedient. No need to kill them, it seemed.
From my throne, I gazed down at the nobles. Not a single one dared step forward. They were all just watching me warily. A few had already slipped out of the banquet hall.
500,000 Tyrant Points.
The quest completion condition was to acquire at least 1 million Tyrant Points. In simple terms, I'd cleared half the quest already.
My goal isn't just clearing some basic quest. I need over 100 million Tyrant Points to get the Fragment of Omniscience. Long road ahead.
Tyrant Points came from acts befitting a tyrant.
Which means I need to rule the empire as emperor. I'd love nothing more than to rip them all apart right now... but gathering 100 million points that way? Impossible.
The empire couldn't fall until I'd amassed all the points. At the very least, it had to hold together.
I was pondering efficient ways to rack up Tyrant Points when someone approached me.
Golden hair pinned up in an elegant updo. A lavish white dress adorned with jewels and gold. Pointed ears. A-cup breasts and a petite, slender figure.
It was the Fifth Imperial Consort, Jermina. A half-human, half-elf. She'd been sneaking away earlier, but now she'd changed her mind in a flash. Maybe she saw this as her chance.
"Do... No, do you have business with Us?"
I asked in a flat tone. Jermina couldn't hide her fear; her body trembled. Yet she didn't back down. Tougher than the late emperor I'd just killed.
"H-how arrogant! Killing His Imperial Majesty doesn't make you the owner of that seat! Get down from there! That throne is reserved for the true master of the Bellacarose Empire! You're nothing but a traitor!"
"You damned wench... already itching for punishment, are you?"
I extended my left hand. A blond pretty boy standing a short distance away—the Thirteenth Prince, Ortan Bellacarose—was yanked toward me by an invisible force.
Telekinesis.
One of the powers I'd gained from drinking the Holy Grail's sacred fluid.
"Gah?! Uwaaaaaah!"
Ortan, the host of tonight's banquet, slammed down before the throne. He screamed at the sight of the emperor's severed head.
"O-Ortan!! You bastard! Stop this instant!"
Jermina shrieked. Ortan was her son.
Ignoring her, I tightened my telekinetic grip. Ortan's right arm twisted with a gruesome crack.
"Aaaaaargh!"
Ortan writhed like a worm. My hand movements lifted his body into the air, dropped it, or wrenched his limbs.
This was getting boring. Time to kill him?
As Ortan's body rose high into the air, Jermina's face went pale.
"Stop...! Please stop! I was wrong!"
"Good that you know it. Come closer."
I beckoned her. Jermina shuddered violently.
"I said come. Are you defying Our command? Don't care if your son dies?"
"I-I understand."
"Your speech has been grating from the start. We are the emperor. The supreme ruler of this land. Mind your tongue if you value your life. This is your last chance—don't forget it."
"......Understood."
Jermina approached. Our eyes met, and she flinched, bowing her head deeply. The Jermina in my memories wasn't this timid.
She's terrified because of the Holy Grail's power.
Instinctively, she knew I'd gained strength beyond humanity.
And she believed I'd end up executed eventually. Not just her—the other nobles thought the same. That's why they weren't fleeing in panic; they were holding their breath, watching cautiously.
I shed Stormbreaker's armor. It disassembled at my will, shifting into a spear that floated steadily in the air beside me.
I grabbed Jermina's surprised shoulders and pulled her close. She ended up in my arms, eyes wide in shock. By my knowledge, Jermina was nearing her forties, yet her face was wrinkle-free up close. Not just elven blood—she maintained her youth through special means.
With both hands, I groped her breasts and ass. Her figure was sleek, unbelievable for a woman who'd borne children. A-cups were a letdown, but they fit in my palms. And her hips were fuller than her chest.
"Not bad. Now I see why the late emperor named you consort."
The late emperor wasn't as voracious as me, but he loved women. He'd knocked up a palace maid and sired a bastard. Unofficially, he'd probably bedded hundreds.
"S-stop! Even without blood ties, we are mother and son!"
As I tried to strip her dress, Jermina panicked and tried to pull away. I gripped her waist tight.
"Stay still. Resist even a little, and I'll show you what your son's guts look like—what they feel like."
"H-how can you be so barbaric...!"
Jermina trembled with humiliation. She didn't resist further. Didn't want to see her son die.
I stripped her dress. Her skin bared. Breasts exposed, but her privates hidden by white panties. A few male nobles leered shamelessly at her chest. I made note of them.
"Small, but nicely shaped. Pink nipples are cute, too."
I rested my chin on her shoulder. Her skin smelled good—like sweet fruit.
"Hngh... The heavens... The celestial gods will punish you...!"
"Even the gods die by my hand if they step out of line."
I slipped fingers into her panties. Fine, soft pubic hair tangled around them. Glancing down, I saw lightly curled golden bush.
A few strokes on her slit, and she was wet. Sexual Sensitivity Boost worked like a charm.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
Fingering her pussy, I simply tore the panties off. Gasps echoed through the great hall.
"M-Mother...!"
Ortan stared over, murmuring in anguish. That was it. He lacked the guts or skill to charge me.
"D-don't look...! Please! Everyone, avert your eyes!"
Jermina cried out. Most nobles turned away. Some sneaked peeks. I turned her body toward me. I wanted a front-row view.
"Ho. After childbirth, and your pussy's still virgin-pink. The elven blood?"
I pulled out my cock. Seeing its girth, Jermina bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. My dick slid into her pussy.
"Hngh, haaaaaah!"
She screamed. It went in one thrust, but damn, she was tight.
"Practically brand new. ...Or was the late emperor's dick tiny? Heh."
Partly that, but her pussy was naturally small.
Grabbing her waist, I fucked her up and down like a fleshlight.
"Aaack! Ack! Aak!"
Jermina screamed. But her pussy heated up, juices flowing freely. Each thrust to her cervix made her walls twitch. She was lost in pleasure, unable to fight it.
"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!"
Whenever a moan threatened to escape, she forced it into a desperate scream. Had to play the victim. Already scheming for the future.
Splash, splash. Jermina's pussy was decent.
A crowd was gathering outside.
Nobles, knights, soldiers.
Princes, the prime minister, foreign minister, interior minister, finance minister, chief justice, high priest, court mage, chamberlain, grand general, knight captains. And the nobles handling actual duties.
These were the empire's true pillars.
"Hngaaaaah... haaaaaaaaah!"
Jermina let out a massive scream, dwarfing the rest. Hiding her climax.
My cock throbbed, pumping cum deep inside her. After a satisfying finish, I shoved her aside. She collapsed, pussy leaking loads of semen. Ignoring her, I tucked myself away and rose from the throne.
"Eugene Bellacarose!!"
A booming voice rang out. I turned to its owner—the man who'd charged into the great hall ahead of all.
Black hair like mine and the late emperor's. White uniform. Sturdy, imposing build. Righteous, likable face. Unwavering eyes. The prince closest to the throne.
First Imperial Prince, Serred Bellacarose.
"Did you just call Our name? Bold."
I glared with irritation. He flinched but soon twisted his face and shouted.
"Traitor who assassinated His Imperial Majesty! Get off that throne now! It's not for the likes of you to defile!"
Serred drew his sword. Fifty armored knights following him drew theirs in unison. Knights sworn to him personally.
"Slay the traitor! End this chaos! Reclaim the throne! For the Bellacarose Empire!"
Serred's eyes gleamed with greed. Late emperor dead. Kill me here, and he's next in line. Had to strike before his brothers did.
"Any who bare their fangs at Us will die without exception."
I reached out. The massive spear, Stormbreaker, flew to my hand. At my will, it morphed into a longsword. Aura blade flared.
I swung at the charging knights.
The lightning-charged aura blade arced like a crescent toward them. Growing as it flew, it sliced any knight it touched, killing instantly.
Over thirty knights dead in one stroke.
"M-monster...! So that's the legendary Holy Grail's power...!"
"It's not fully integrated yet, but more than enough to kill you lot."
Stormbreaker disassembled, reforming as armor around me. Helm on, I gripped a clone sword and charged the foes. A light leap carried me over 10 meters.
...Knew the Grail was powerful, but this much?
Probably the [Tyrant Quality] boosting it.
"Vengeance for His Imperial Majesty!"
A knight swung an aura-infused sword at me.
Slow. Movements crystal clear.
No need for my sword. I punched. My gauntleted fist met his blade—it shattered, and he flew dozens of meters back. Felt his armor crack; dead on impact.
Knights swarmed like moths. High morale, pointless. I crushed skulls with fists, bisected bodies with swings.
Blood sprayed.
Their screams annoyed me.
"Strong. Did that power kill Duke Yulhanes?"
"Getting stronger even now. No lie there. Kill him before he becomes a monster we can't handle!"
Two knight captains moved. One at my left, one right. Aura blades hummed from their swords. Sword masters.
This might be dicey. If not for Stormbreaker.
I raised my hand. Focus gesture.
Over twenty clone swords appeared around me. I telekinetically wielded the aura-clad clones, shredding the captains. They parried at first, then fell apart in pieces.
The clones vanished after the job. Even I couldn't maintain over twenty for long.
Stepping over knight corpses, I stood before Serred.
"Hiiiik!"
Terror-stricken, Serred shrieked and swung wildly. His aura flickered like a candle in wind. No dodge or block needed. His sword couldn't pierce my armor, just bounced off.
"We'll hear your last words. Speak."
"...M-monster spawn. Should've killed you and your lowborn whore of a mother long ago...!"
"Don't worry about your mother or wife. We'll dote on them plenty."
My sword flashed across Serred's neck. His head tumbled.
I surveyed the room. All stared in fear. A sweeping glance, and they bowed, avoiding my eyes.
I infused my voice with power.
"Kneel."