Chapter 558: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (45)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 558: The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today[R-18] (45)
A week had passed since I entered the world of Yong-Oh-Pae.
It was right after I returned to the Alcladion territory from Lienos, the capital of the Holy Kingdom.
By the time I arrived, the massive construction project in the Belzak territory was already in full swing.
“Eira, we’re heading to the Belzak territory immediately. Get ready.”
“Understood.”
Marienne had agreed to act as my personal knight for the time being. Fully armed, she stuck close behind me, matching my steps like a true knight. Seeing this, Ivril seemed strangely provoked. She dropped her stealth and appeared in her maid uniform. After a brief glance in my direction, she fell in line next to Marienne, naturally joining our procession.
We boarded a carriage and set off for the Belzak territory. The sight that greeted us upon arrival was nothing short of spectacular.
Hundreds of laborers were bustling about, their movements directed by the thunderous shouts of dwarven master craftsmen from above. Wood and stone were piled up like mountains, and enormous crane-like contraptions had been erected.
“Hey! Is that body of yours just for show? You can’t even lift that tiny load? This is why you humans are so damn weak…!”
A dwarf bellowed before effortlessly hoisting a bundle that several men had been struggling to hold. He threw it over his shoulder and walked off as if it were nothing.
The human laborers stared, their jaws agape, before scrambling back to work.
I folded my arms with a smile.
“Just like dwarves. At this pace, a project that would take years could be finished much sooner.”
Beside me, Eira nodded.
“However, the cost will be astronomical. Hiring this many laborers and dwarven craftsmen at the same time… it will require a fortune.”
“As I’ve said before, you don’t need to worry about money. More importantly, what happened with the Magic Tower?”
Eira bowed her head with a troubled expression.
“My apologies… The mages all refused, saying it was an insult to use their magic for such menial labor.”
“Tsk, they’ve gotten spoiled.”
“We did get a fair number of applicants from wandering mages… but as you know, they have a high potential for causing trouble… So we are currently screening only those with guaranteed identities, but we haven't been able to deploy them yet. They are also demanding higher pay than expected.”
“Tsk, for now, don’t accept any wandering mages if you can help it. If a warlock gets mixed in, things will only get more complicated.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Alright… Then where is the dwarven representative leading them?”
Eira immediately gestured for one of the managers. A moment later, a muscular dwarf with a beard that flowed down to his chest appeared, his footsteps heavy. A blue tattoo was etched onto his forearm, and his torso, visible above his work clothes, looked hard and well-trained.
“Are you their representative?”
“I am. I am Marquis Jin Alcladion.”
The dwarf looked me up and down for a moment before answering in a gruff voice.
“A pleasure, Marquis. I am Grond Ironhammer of the Iron Mountain Clan. When it comes to construction and forging, my skills are second to none among dwarves.”
He thumped his chest and spoke with pride. It was typical dwarven confidence.
“Then the Belzak territory will be reborn under the name of your clan.”
Grond snorted in satisfaction.
“Of course! With iron, stone, and fire, we can carve a fortress out of a mountain. However…”
He paused, his gaze hardening as he held out a blueprint.
“Looking at this design, it’s quite an ambitious plan. To develop a territory on this scale, you should be prepared for at least two years. Of course, if it were just us dwarves, a year would be more than enough, but…”
“Are you saying the humans are the problem?”
“That’s right. They lack strength and precision. On top of that, they try to do things their own way instead of following our instructions… It’s seriously hurting our efficiency.”
I nodded, muttering to myself.
How dare they show such insincerity on a massive project being done in my name?
My eyes grew cold.
Maybe I need to kill a few of them to knock some sense into them.
It seemed the time had come to completely shed my benevolent image. I had planned to maintain the facade for a while for the sake of my standing in the kingdom, but my patience was wearing thin with these insects crawling all over me, oblivious to their place.
“I’ll take care of that part. And this is a small token of my sincerity.”
I gestured, and my knights came forward. A few moments later, dozens of carts were rolled out, piled high with ice boxes. At the same time, a knight brought one of the boxes and placed it before Grond.
“What’s this…?”
“Open it and see for yourself.”
Grond lifted the lid with his thick fingers. A cool mist instantly spread through the air. Inside, cans of chilled beer were neatly arranged. He picked one up, his face full of curiosity.
“Hm? How peculiar… What in the world is this thing?”
“I’ll explain later. For now, have a drink.”
“Drink it?”
“Yes.”
I picked one up myself. With a flick of my finger, the tab popped open with a crisp psst, and white foam frothed up. Grond’s eyes widened with curiosity.
“You open it by pulling the tab on top, like this. Then you just drink it.”
I took a refreshing swig.
“Hah… It’s best when it’s cold.”
Grond hesitated for a moment, then followed my lead. He pulled the tab hard, and beer foam erupted, drenching his fingers.
“Oho… what’s this smell?”
Grond’s expression brightened instantly at the scent of beer wafting from the can.
“Take a sip.”
Grond brought the can to his lips and cautiously took a drink.
“……!!!”
His expression slowly began to change.
“This… This is!”
He put the can down and looked at me, his eyes filled with shock and admiration.
“I’ve never tasted beer like this! This coldness… this clean taste, how did you make it?”
“Do you like it?”
“Like it? This… this is art! Where in the world did you get such a beer?”
Grond picked up the can again, marveling at it.
“That’s not all. The meat and beer on those carts are for you and your clan to enjoy as you please.”
“You mean all of that is beer?!”
“That’s right. And I plan to supply it daily. On one condition, of course.”
Grond’s eyes gleamed.
“Any condition! If I can drink beer like this, I’ll agree to anything!”
It wouldn't be strange to say that dwarves were half-made of beer, and his reaction proved it. He was absolutely crazy for it.
“I’d like to cover some of the construction costs with this beer. It’s a difficult brew to come by, so I believe it’s worth a fair price… What do you say?”
“D-Deal! As long as we can drink this every day, I don’t care!”
“Can you make that decision on your own?”
Grond laughed heartily and pounded his chest.
“Heh heh, you don’t understand. To us dwarves, beer is like blood! The other brothers will surely agree!”
A smile crept onto my lips as I nodded.
“Excellent. It’s about lunchtime anyway, so let’s have a small party today with that meat. You there, show the dwarves how to eat grilled pork belly.”
“Yes, my Lord Marquis!” a knight answered loudly, immediately taking soldiers to move the carts.
A short while later, large braziers and grills were set up, and the sizzling sound of cooking meat filled the air. The greasy aroma, mixed with the smell of alcohol, made the dwarves’ nostrils flare.
“Hey, tall human! Can’t we just eat it now?!”
“Just a little longer. It’s best when the fat has rendered and the outside is crisp while the inside is still juicy.”
As salt and pepper were sprinkled over the meat, the dwarves’ eyes widened. Once the pork belly was perfectly cooked, it was cut up and served with beer…
“Ooooooooh—!!”
Grond threw his arms in the air and shouted.
“Hey, Grond! How is it? Is it really that good? It just looks like plain meat…”
“Th-This is! It’s different! You all have to try it!”
At his words, the dwarves began to grill the pork belly on the grills, one by one, just as the knight had shown them. They placed the cooked meat on a vegetable leaf, added garlic and sauce, wrapped it up, and took a big bite.
And then—
“Ooooooooh!”
“Uwooooooooh!”
Cheers erupted from all over.
I wrapped a ssam for myself and spoke leisurely.
“This meat is called samgyeopsal. And if you take a sip of beer after eating it… Ahhh, it’s to die for.”
The dwarves who saw my demonstration swallowed hard and began to copy me. As they chewed the meat, juices burst in their mouths, and they followed it with a gulp of beer.
“Kraaaaaah—!!”
“This is a warrior’s feast!”
“We’ve never had a combination like this at our clan banquets!”
The dwarves’ faces quickly turned red, and the area was soon filled with joyous excitement. The taste of this world’s beer and grilled pork belly had completely captivated their palates.
Grond laughed heartily, his foam-soaked beard shaking.
“Marquis! You are now our brother! From this day forward, we will finish this construction, even if it costs us our lives!”
I smiled and raised my beer can high.
“Excellent. To my brothers! Cheers!”
“To our new brother! Cheers!”
The dwarves’ thunderous cheers echoed. With alcohol and meat in hand, they quickly lost themselves in the feast, eating, drinking, and laughing at the top of their lungs as if they didn’t have a care in the world.
Eira, who was grilling meat beside me, quietly shook her head and muttered.
“Honestly… covering the dwarves’ wages with food. Only you could come up with such an idea, my lord.”
I chuckled and tilted back my can, finishing the last of the beer.
“Money is just a tool to move people. If there’s something they truly want and enjoy, then that becomes the best form of payment.”
Eira looked at my profile for a moment, then smiled.
“Indeed… You always seem to see right through people’s hearts, my lord.”
Instead of answering, I picked up a piece of pork belly and put it in my mouth. On the surface, it was a joyous and friendly feast, but my inner thoughts were entirely different.
Good. The dwarves are completely in my hands now. All that’s left… is to domesticate them.
Given their pride, it wouldn’t be easy.
Well, there’s no need to be forceful.
There were more than enough ways to make them work like slaves.
*
After finishing my business with the dwarves, I was organizing a pile of paperwork. But under my desk, a completely different scene was unfolding.
Kneeling between my legs, Marienne had taken my cock deep into her mouth, sucking on it greedily. Dressed in her sex armor, she was crouched down, the semen I had just poured inside her trickling out.
Beside her, Ivril sat with a flushed face, catching her breath. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the shame, yet she watched the lewd scene unfolding before her with rapt attention.
“Slurp… slurp, schluup… mmmph…♡”
“Hah… t-to do that to the master’s… so lewdly…”
Ivril clenched her fists and squeezed her legs together, her body instinctively twitching.
I put down my pen and muttered to myself.
It’s about time I had Ivril.
Her body and mind were already as good as mine. I almost felt bad for deliberately neglecting her until now. It had gotten to the point where she would hang from the ceiling while I slept, masturbating while calling my name every night.
I grabbed Marienne’s hair and pushed her head down firmly.
“Hnngh…!”
-Vrrrrrrt-!
Hot semen erupted deep into her throat. With joy-filled eyes, Marienne swallowed every last drop without letting any spill.
“Gulp…♡”
I stroked her head and turned my gaze to the side.
“…Ivril.”
“Y-Yes… Master…”
Startled to be the focus of my attention, she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her face beet red.
“You’ve had plenty of time to learn from books and from watching your senior how to serve a master, haven’t you?”
Ivril’s eyes wavered for a moment, then quickly filled with anticipation and desire. Her breathing grew ragged, and it seemed as if all her suppressed lust was about to burst forth at once.
“Yes… Master… Is it finally my turn?”
I pulled my cock from Marienne’s mouth and held it before Ivril’s eyes.
“Behold. This is the symbol of the master you so admire. It’s your turn now, Ivril.”
Ivril swallowed and slowly nodded. She pushed out her trembling lips and carefully pressed them against the head of my cock.
“Chup… mwah…♡”
At first, she only licked and sucked lightly with her lips, but soon, as if captivated by its heat and scent, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed it down.
“Heup… schluuup… mwah, mwah…♡”
“Perhaps it’s because you’ve been watching me fuck all those other women… but you’re better than I expected.”
“Mwah, schluup… Thang yew…♡”
Ivril swallowed my cock so deeply that tears welled in her eyes, looking ecstatic at the very act of serving me.
BANG—!
The door was suddenly thrown open.
“My Lord Marquis!”
Eira stood in the doorway, her face flushed. The first words she gasped out were—
“It’s war!”