Chapter 854
Chapter 854
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 854
Chapter Title: The Tyrant for You
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After winning the war against the Slade Empire, I returned to the imperial palace. On my way back, I executed the foolish nobles who had dared to revolt and captured the imperial citizens, shipping them off to the human ranches.
Once I personally stepped in to crush the rebellion, the flames of insurrection that had spread like wildfire died down in an instant. My overwhelming power played a part, but the real reason was that their ringleader, Abel Raist, had already been subdued and locked away in the palace's underground dungeon.
On top of that, Morgana—the one who had orchestrated the rebellion from the shadows—was now my captive plaything. The revolt was utterly pointless now.
Back in the palace at long last, I lounged on the throne, receiving a double fellatio from Morgana and her daughter Ophelia, when the Grand General delivered his report.
"Your Majesty. All paths to Mailroad have been severed."
"Severed? What do you mean by that?"
"We do not know if it was the work of mages or the power of spirits, but the routes to Mailroad have quite literally been cut off. The earth has split apart, and the fissures have filled with seawater. Even now, Mailroad is drifting farther and farther from the continent."
"...Ha. So, the Mailroad Kingdom has become an island?"
"Indeed, Your Majesty."
I turned my head to glance at Oden, the Tower Master. He had been instrumental in subjugating the rebels who seized the palace this time.
"Tower Master. What do you make of this?"
"Your Majesty, it is impossible with mere magic or spirit power alone. More precisely, it cannot be done in such a short time. Even if dragons and great spirits combined their strength, it would require at least three months of preparation."
"And yet, the Mailroad Kingdom pulled it off."
"It was not magic or spirit power."
"The Earth Mother God's doing, then."
"That is my assessment as well."
I fell into thought for a moment. Slurp, slurp. The only sounds echoing through the Great Hall were Morgana and Ophelia sucking on my cock. For the record, Ophelia was better at it than Morgana—years of experience, no doubt.
"Can't we build a warp gate?"
"Regrettably, creating a warp gate requires power on the level of a dragon at minimum. Moreover, Mailroad is protected by a barrier. Large-scale spatial transfer via magic is impossible."
So said the Tower Master.
"Then we'll solve it physically. Just launch some ships."
Luteon spoke up at that.
"Your Majesty, I dispatched three vessels for reconnaissance. However, sudden gales whipped up at sea, whirlpools formed, and no ship could approach. I even sent the twin-winged folk to scout, but wind spirits interfered."
"Land, sea, sky. Nothing works. In the end, must I handle this alone?"
I thought of nuclear bombs.
Like how I turned the Grand Kingdom's capital into a sea of fire. Maybe a single nuke could force Mailroad to submit.
'...No. The Earth Mother God probably knows about nukes by now. She'd use divine power to block me if she had to... And with all those elf beauties, it'd be a shame to wipe them out.'
Looks like I'd have to conquer the Mailroad Kingdom one piece at a time.
"Your Majesty, facing Mailroad alone would be dangerous."
"...Grand General. Are you belittling me?"
"It is not confirmed yet, but we estimate over ten dragons in Mailroad. I trust in Your Majesty's transcendent power, but we cannot predict what tricks the Earth Mother God might pull."
Over ten dragons.
That meant every dragon on the continent had relocated to Mailroad.
'Even I would struggle against more than ten dragons at once.'
Dragons had their breath attacks, magic or no. I couldn't take those lightly.
"No solutions?"
"......"
Silence descended on the Great Hall. No one had any ideas.
"There is one."
The voice came from below.
She stuck out her tongue to flick my glans, then flashed me a seductive smile.
"A way?"
"A method only I can use. If I cooperate with you, your army can cross over to Mailroad."
"Tell me this method, Morgana."
"You think I'll spill it for free? And even if I tell you, you can't use it without my help."
I stared at Morgana wordlessly. Whenever I had time, I'd fuck her senseless. Once, I went at her for three straight days and nights without rest. Yet Morgana never once submitted to me. Even if pleasure broke her body, her mind recovered in no time. An impressive woman.
"You have conditions, then. Speak."
"I know my position. I won't ask for much. Even if I begged you not to fuck me, you would anyway."
"You know me well."
I don't lie well. Not out of some creed—there's just rarely a need. If it suits me, I'll lie without hesitation. I'm not like those characters bound by a "no lying" principle.
Morgana knew that too.
"What I want is a better life for Ophelia and me. Yes, something like your harem. Guarantee us decent food, clothing, and shelter, and I'll cooperate fully."
"......"
I lifted my left foot and pressed it to Morgana's face. She didn't dodge. Instead, she parted her lips slightly and took my toes into her mouth.
"Mmm."
She sucked on my toes with wet slurps. Her tongue slid between them.
I pulled my foot away and offered it to Ophelia. She took the toes her mother had just sucked and mirrored her exactly.
Seeing their obedience lifted my mood.
"Unexpected. I figured a bitch like you wouldn't care about your daughter."
"...She's still my daughter. I have at least that much maternal instinct."
"Kukuku. 'At least that much,' huh... Good joke."
"...I get why you don't trust me. But I won't betray you. No, with this, I can't defy you anyway."
Morgana touched her lower abdomen.
The hot-pink, lewd uterus tattoo.
A collar placed on her via black magic by Count Talmor. As long as that spell held, Morgana couldn't escape me. Though it seemed she had no will to anyway.
"If your pussy weren't so damn tight and chewy, you'd never dream of harem status."
"Hehehe. My pussy is delicious, isn't it?"
Morgana laughed and hugged my leg. Her pussy pressed against my instep, soaking wet. She ground her hips against it.
"Tell me the method."
"Use Witch Island."
"Witch Island... I've heard it's an island that floats through sky and sea."
"Exactly. Witch Island can fly or sail. Its essence is magical, after all. It could even transform into a massive bridge. But... when filling the Holy Grail, we used the Witches' Spring for power, so it's short on fuel now. Unless we use a massive amount of magic stones."
"How massive?"
"Hmm. Thirty tons?"
No issue for me, on the verge of conquering the continent. Everything here is mine—magic stones included.
"Turn Witch Island into a bridge... Is that really feasible?"
"Depends on the distance. Right now, Mailroad hasn't drifted too far yet..."
I looked at Luteon.
"Grand General. How far is Mailroad from the continent?"
"It's moving slowly. About 70 kilometers now. Roughly 2 km per day."
"Less than 100 km. Plenty feasible. Before it drifts farther."
Morgana spoke with conviction.
About fifteen days of leeway.
"Tower Master. You heard the plan. Assist Morgana."
"Yes, Your Majesty. It shall be done."
"Grand General. Prepare at least three million troops. Slaves, commoners—doesn't matter. Possible?"
"The empire has conquered all but one nation. With enough time, we can muster over ten million."
"Three million suffices. We'll overwhelm them with numbers."
Those three million would mostly perish to dragon breath. That's what I hoped for.
'That's how I'll rack up tyrant points.'
???
Abel Raist.
The Northern Archduke and leader of the rebels.
His wretched form—betrayed by the woman he loved—was utterly pathetic.
His limbs severed, lower body burned away, one eye devoured by maggots. Yet he clung to life, preserved as a trophy in Ernel's chamber.
"...Your Imperial Majesty. I beg you. Grant me the mercy of death."
Abel pleaded as he looked at me. No reason to oblige. Not even Ernel could defy me.
"Silence, rebel. Why should I show mercy to your leader?"
"......"
I sneered at Abel. He fell silent. Soon, agony twisted his face. Blood tears streamed from his remaining eye—black magic tormenting him.
I headed to Ernel's bedroom.
While I was away, Ernel had indulged in debauchery. Not with men, but with other women.
"Hehehehe."
"Mmmph..."
"Eek... Lady Ernel...! Ahhn!"
Three naked women writhed on the bed. Familiar faces: Ernel, Leila, Linda. They had their legs spread wide, grinding their pussies together in a trio. It almost looked like some ritual.
"Your Majesty. Put your cock in the center, please."
"Mm. Very well."
I thrust my dick into the midst of their pussies. Three sets of labia stroked it slickly.
???
I was now in the underground dungeon, where rebel officers were imprisoned.
"Your Imperial Majesty! I have created an astonishing black magic spell! Surely even Your Majesty will be pleased!"
A black mage rushed up excitedly. He was small in stature, his face hidden under a dark robe. His voice was gratingly shrill.
"You... You're Marquis Talmor's right-hand man."
I barely recalled. His name escaped me.
"Yes! Precisely!"
"As Talmor's right hand, you won't disappoint me. What is this black magic?"
"Heh heh heh. Before explaining, allow me to demonstrate the results."
"I'm waiting."
Plenty of time to kill. If it bored me, I'd kill him.
The black mage entered a cell and dragged out a woman by the scruff of her neck. Filthy red hair matted from lack of washing. A bronzed body curved in all the right places. Red pubic hair between her thighs. I checked her face—a beauty twisted in humiliation.
"...A stunner like this was in the dungeon?"
Definitely a beauty. Tits full and to my taste. Her forcibly spread pussy was a clean pink. Yet... strangely, no arousal.
'...What's this? Top 1% top-tier beauty, and... nothing?'
My cock stayed limp.
Did I have erectile dysfunction?
My face grew serious.
"Heh heh heh. Do you recognize her? This bitch is Yorhan Melcos."
"...Yorhan? This is the admiral? Are you mocking me?"
Yorhan Melcos. The empire's sea admiral turned rebel officer. In the original story, a sub-male lead.
"Heh heh... With my black magic, I turned Yorhan into a woman! His base form was excellent, resulting in such a beauty! Your Majesty can embrace even more beauties from now on!"
"Tch."
Splat.
Yorhan's head burst under my kick. Blood and brains soiled the floor.
"Y-Your Majesty? D-Did it not please you?"
"Idiot. Even if the body is female, if the soul is male, it's a man. That's just a man with two holes."
"B-But souls have no gender..."
"Wrong. They do. Once observed as male, the soul is male. And you— you've been grating on me. Remove the robe."
"Y-Your Majesty."
"Remove it."
I released killing intent. The startled black mage shed his robe.
An ugly woman. Sparse, patchy hair; twisted face; hunched body.
"...You. Don't tell me. You became a woman with that black magic?"
"Y-Yes. The body can be refined further into a beauty. I-I worship Your Majesty. I created this black magic solely for you."
Revulsion welled up.
"Listen well. A normal man doesn't wish to become a woman. You're a lunatic."
I summoned the black sword, Gay Slayer, into my hand. It kills only gays. If the target isn't gay, it can't even scratch.
"Y-Your Majesty! I was wrong! Mercy, please!"
"If you're normal, it won't kill you."
Gay Slayer's blade gleamed black.
Gay Slaughter.
The pitch-black slash cleaved the black mage in two, dead.
"Disgusting wretch."
I shuddered at the corpse.