Chapter 417: A Duel Utterly Devoid of Honor

The moment her body was enveloped in frigid ice, Eleonora had half-intuited it.

Ice, no less.

Though the Archmage occasionally dabbled in fire magic for amusement, her primary forte—her true specialty—was undoubtedly ice magic.

A spell that perfectly sealed even Eleonora's own movements was something no ordinary mage could imitate. It was magic wielded only by a true Archmage.

Eleonora was convinced of it.

'Not prepared specifically for me, but that old monster must have laid some trap for Her Majesty the Queen and the Princess.'

Behind her, her Master's worried gaze upon her.

For a lowly sow like herself to receive such warm eyes from Sin Seon-dong—it made her fall for him all over again, a joy so profound she ought to piss herself right there on the spot.

But on the other hand, it was the height of irreverence.

She was already only good for spreading her pussy, serving as a cum dump or toilet—barely useful for anything else—and now even that scant talent was failing her, worrying her Master!

'Later, I must beg Master for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a severe punishment...'

"Lady Eleonora...?!"

"The pendant—the pendant from the Archmage is shattered!"

By now, the red-haired mother and daughter were firmly in her grasp, belatedly realizing how close they'd come to capture. Eleonora had planned to seize them herself, strip them bare, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠present them before her Master!

But rather than frustration, Eleonora first tried to move her body, prioritizing escape from this place.

'As expected, not possible right now...'

It wasn't impossible to break free entirely.

But no matter how she strained to shatter the ice—whether to protect the royal bloodline or because the old crone had truly anticipated her betrayal—one thing was clear: getting out of this ice block immediately was impossible.

And ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with her—Sin Seon-dong's sword, his greatest asset—thus bound,

"Now's the time! Charging again!"

"Yes! With Eleonora frozen like this, there's no better chance!"

Eleonora shook her body with all her might at the sight of the mother and daughter calming their mounts, poised to charge again in her absence.

'...My fingertips are starting to thaw bit by bit...'

Clop-clop, clop-clop!

The two were already charging toward her Master.

Eleonora felt a pang of grief at her own helplessness, but seeing Violet and Urga shaking their hips atop Sin Seon-dong, Christia assuming a defensive stance, and the elf ready—she knew she had no choice but to rely on them now.

'Please bring good fortune, and to this disloyal sow who failed to guard her Master despite the unexpected... grant me a harsh punishment without fail...♥'

Of course, her certainty that he would win only fueled her lewd thoughts, refusing to cease even with her body frozen solid.

Meanwhile, Eleonora's temporary incapacitation by the Archmage's artifact reignited the mother and daughter's courage to charge Sin Seon-dong once more.

"We must break through Lady Christia first."

"Yes. She was pushed back slightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by our initial strike, so her defense isn't impenetrable. We can break through!"

The elf had run out of arrows and stood with only her bow like she was preparing for melee, while Urga—for some reason—lounged with arms crossed beside the black-haired man, merely watching.

It looked too suspicious, like a trap, but since they'd realized they were isolated in this barrier, there were no other choices.

Break through or be captured.

Seeing Eleonora—fallen so low she'd swung her sword without hesitation—or the saintess even now shaking her hips atop the black-haired man and whining petulantly,

Just looking at the naked women around him made it clear: the moment they were caught by that black-haired man, they'd lose everything and be treated worse than sex slaves—like beasts.

No, if it were just them, that might be fortunate, but if that evil demon's influence spread to this world, the royal pride that had safeguarded the kingdom's prosperity and peace for generations would shatter,

And the people—especially the women—would surely live lives subhuman under that man's hands.

In the end, no matter the excuses, they had to defeat them here. Thus, Raipelth and Ariel charged fiercely at Sin Seon-dong's group once more.

Repeating the same tactic would be foolish, but fighting on foot against that crew was equally idiotic—as evidenced by Raipelth's jiggling breasts.

Ariel took the lead this time, spurring her mount ahead of Raipelth, who lowered her body into a slipstream,

Minimizing air resistance alongside her steed Bukephalos, conserving power.

"Ah! Master, over there... Neh...? Huh, wh-what...?"

Meanwhile, Violet—still shaking her hips, her pussy overflowing with cum and juices—waggled her ass at Sin Seon-dong like an alarm, but he remained focused on frozen Eleonora.

Ariel inwardly cheered, sensing he was rattled by his top asset being sealed.

"What are you doing?"

"Ariel?"

"His movements are strange! He's waving his hands in the air alone... Ugh, no turning back now—I'm pressing on!"

Sin Seon-dong waved at empty air like an orchestra conductor, while flailing Violet suddenly jolted as if struck by lightning, freezing in place—

Then, with his cock still buried in her pussy, she began praying.

'Even the saintess?'

'She was panicking just now, with no orders?'

Was he a mage after all? Had he transmitted some unknown command to Violet? Moments before clash, seeing his crew act bizarrely one after another,

They charged at Christia—who, though corrupted and clad in vulgar armor, still blocked them like a fortress wall.

If Sin Seon-dong was a mage, it took time to prepare—so breakthrough before he could scheme.

But at that instant,

"Ahh—Our Lord hath spoken. How dare ye lead those lewd bodies whither? Be it great cock or small, none surpass thine own. Thus, the lascivious sows gladly prostrate before thee, spreading thighs to receive the holy member...♥"

From Violet's lips—hands clasped devoutly amid intercourse—poured a prayer as vulgar as an erotic novel, unbelievable in its piety.

Soon, black light symbolizing corruption emanated from Christia and all the women, but Ariel—too close to retreat—thrust her lance at the depraved holy knight.

"If you're just mocking us, die!"

Kuuuung!

An impact shaking the entire chapel, unbelievable for lance versus shield.

Who would win? The spear piercing all, or the shield blocking any spear?

For a fleeting moment, the holy knights dominated by Violet and their foes alike froze, peeking into the barrier where their lord fought.

"Haa... haa... Can't retreat... For the saintess, for that man to spank my ass as reward... I can't back downnn...♥"

One side: fallen holy knights betraying even the Goddess for endless lust. The other: valiant queen and princess knight armored to protect the innocent.

A clash of desires and pride lasting 1 second? 2? No victor, but Raipelth—hidden behind Ariel minimizing drag, unaware of the situation—charged for her second strike.

Though queen, exposing breasts and shame in this open place mattered not now.

Capture by that man meant unimaginable humiliation.

"Ariel! Move! I'll—"

"No! Something's off! Ngh?! S-Stronger than before?!"

She was being pushed back.

Her lance tip, clashing full-force against the depraved knight's shield, was yielding.

Mumble mumble mumble...

Christia, shrouded in sticky black aura, stepped forward slowly, muttering madly. Ariel witnessed her foot advance—and heard clearly.

"Reward, cock reward, ass spanking... I can't retreat either... Reward cock. Catch these sows, and that man and saintess will reward me. First, flood my pussy with cum, then mercilessly pound my untrained asshole with that massive rod. The saintess will watch jealously, whipping my ass raw again...♥"

"Wh-what are you saying...?!"

"That's why I can't retreat!"

Thuuung!!

"Kuh! The l-lance..."

"Mother!"

As Christia's power nudged the lance tip aside, her shield fully repelled Ariel's lance—then smashed the side of Raipelth's lance as she lunged for the second strike from behind, disarming her.

Raipelth, disarmed by the classic shield bash, and her startled mount floundered—

Spluuurt!

"Aaaahn, this time my asshoooole...♥"

"Stop playing around and do your job."

"Y-Yes, yeees! Our Lord says front pussy or back pussy, as long as it tastes good... We need only gladly spread our holes...♥"

"What kind of prayer is that? Do it right!"

This time, Violet abruptly stood, shoving the cock from her pussy into her asshole, chanting another prayer—

Dark-red sticky aura flowed from her body, enveloping Sin Seon-dong's women again.

Ariel and Raipelth tried to retreat hastily, but a tiger doesn't politely release prey entered its den.

Crack—the ice around Eleonora began fracturing slowly. Ariel, supporting pain-wracked Raipelth clutching her hand, sensed it instinctively.

They couldn't win.