Mother-Daughter Sandwich Complete: Reunion at the Ulysses Sword Dance Festival
“Khhrrgh! Hnnngh! Khhrrghhh!!”
Glrrrk—! Glrrrk—! Glrrrk—!
Feeling her son-in-law’s seed flooding her depths, Great Mother Sophia’s waist and belly clenched and rippled with desperate intensity. A moment later she threw her head back and screamed.
“Kyaaahhh! Hnnngh!!”
Spurrrt—! Spurrrt—! Spurrrt—! Spurrrrt—!
She gushed like a fountain, her climax drenching everything beneath her as the mother-daughter feast reached its spectacular finale.
“Haaah… haaah…! What do I do?! It’s too much—! Hnnngh!!”
Spurt—! Spurt—! Spuuuurt—!
“Whoa… that was something else. Did it feel that good, Mother-in-law?”
“Hnnngh…! N-no…! It’s not—! Haaah…!”
Even while squirting, Sophia’s inner walls kept squeezing and milking Geum Taeyang’s cock. He stayed buried inside her, savoring the way her body convulsed around him, and let out a satisfied chuckle.
Sophia tried to deny it, but Athena’s soft, loving voice cut through the haze.
“Mother… you’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world…”
At her daughter’s heartfelt praise, Sophia melted completely.
“M-my darling… I love you… Hnnngh!!”
After thoroughly filling both mother and daughter, Geum Taeyang finally spoke.
“I’ll be entering the Ulysses Sword Dance Festival, Advisor Camilla.”
He had just declared his participation in the third Ulysses Sword Dance Festival—the first time he would set foot in the Darmina Empire since his transmigration.
“That’s rather sudden, Great Khan. I expected you to start building connections with the empire soon, but entering the festival…?”
After returning from the Grace Kingdom, Geum Taeyang’s actions had been measured and peaceful. Camilla had assumed he would focus on consolidating his position rather than diving into new adventures. Yet her superior was never one to stay still for long. He was already plotting something enormous.
“If we move at the pace you’re thinking, Advisor, we’ll never reach our goal even by the end of the year. We need to accelerate.”
“That’s true, but…”
Geum Taeyang had already used his Imperial Academy background to quickly form ties with Britain. The Darmina Empire, however, was on an entirely different scale. With a population of five million—half the combined total of all official kingdoms—its bureaucracy alone rivaled the administrative staff of entire nations. Climbing the ladder normally would take years.
That won’t work. I can’t afford to drag out the Memphis matter any longer.
He intended to settle things with Memphis within the first half of the year. After that, Antoine’s variables would only grow larger. He had no time to waste on formal diplomatic channels with the Darmina Empire.
“I’ll skip every intermediate step and meet the Emperor directly. The fastest route to her is the Ulysses Sword Dance Festival. That’s why I chose it.”
His goal was never normal diplomacy. If he could just stand before the Emperor, he was confident he could win her favor. She appeared in the colosseum from the finals onward and personally met the champion. Geum Taeyang planned to become that champion.
“Physically, that’s certainly possible… and with your combat ability…”
Once Camilla heard the full explanation, she was largely convinced. The grand Ulysses Sword Dance Festival was a national event held every three years. With the Emperor herself in attendance, only true powerhouses would dare participate. Even so, she believed Geum Taeyang had every chance of winning.
“But you mentioned you had a separate request for me, didn’t you? You’re already quite famous, so simply entering should suffice. The imperial side will certainly take interest.”
Geum Taeyang had previously hinted at a favor. Camilla had assumed it involved a recommendation. Only verified individuals could enter the festival—famous nobles, renowned warriors, or those with notarization from a ducal house or higher. In her eyes, Geum Taeyang easily qualified under the second category.
“I need to enter not as the famous Geum Taeyang, but as an unknown warrior—a dark horse. That’s why I require your recommendation, Advisor.”
He intended to hide his identity as the Mohican Great Khan and compete under a different name.
“Please engrave the strength of our Mohican tribe into the Empire, Great Khan!”
Camilla wrote the recommendation as requested, and it was accepted without issue. One week before the festival began, Geum Taeyang finished his preparations for the journey to Darmina.
Deputy Athena gave her husband a worried reminder as he prepared to depart.
“Please be careful, Great Khan. Safety first—always. If anything happens to you, nothing else matters to us.”
Great Mother Sophia’s face was filled with concern as she fussed over him. After hearing from Athena and Camilla about the festival’s scale, she was visibly tense. Neither she nor Athena would be accompanying him this time.
“Bianca, I’m counting on you to look after the Great Khan. You be careful too, all right?”
“Understood, Great Mother! I’ll do my best!”
Accompanying Geum Taeyang on this expedition to the Darmina Empire was his youngest slave and secretary, Bianca.
“Then I’ll leave the tribe and our Mohican people in your care, Great Mother, Deputy, and Advisor Camilla.”
Even Camilla, who had joined nearly every expedition so far, would remain behind. Geum Taeyang offered a relaxed farewell and set off with Bianca.
“Whoa…!”
They traveled on horseback toward Darmina. After stopping at a small village inn—one of the festival’s official lodgings—Bianca couldn’t hide her surprise. The place was packed with obvious warriors drinking and carousing.
“Are all these people heading to the Sword Dance Festival, Master?”
“That’s right. There are major and minor divisions. Most of the people here are aiming for the minor tournament.”
The Ulysses Sword Dance Festival was one of the major events in Records of Another World Conquest. Geum Taeyang, armed with full knowledge, explained that the minor division—where participants fought only before the colosseum crowd without the Emperor’s direct gaze—had a much lower entry barrier.
“Most of them want to catch the Empire’s eye and join the imperial army. Of course, plenty are just battle maniacs who enjoy fighting in the colosseum too.”
While there were prize winnings, what minor-division fighters truly sought was selection by imperial army directors. Even non-commissioned officers in the imperial army earned far more than their counterparts in ordinary kingdoms. For the Empire, the festival was also a chance to discover unexpected talent.
“Waaah…!! We’re finally in the Darmina Empire, Master!”
After three more days of riding, Geum Taeyang and Bianca reached Darmina—the foremost nation of the continent Pangea. The sheer scale of the architecture left the desert girl Bianca overwhelmed.
Damn… this place really is something else.
Even Geum Taeyang, who had only seen it in-game, felt the empire’s imposing presence now that he stood before it in person.
Half a day later they entered Helios, the capital. After passing the basic gate inspection, Bianca looked troubled—Geum Taeyang had just nudged her and told her to put on a mask.
“Someone might recognize you.”
“Me?”
He planned to compete as an anonymous warrior, so he would hide his face. Masks and helmets were permitted. Even if recognition seemed unlikely, Geum Taeyang was firm.
“Wow~! That’s an amazing axe, Master!”
They arrived at the central colosseum. Separate registration lines had formed for the major and minor divisions. Bianca’s eyes were drawn to a warrior wielding an impressive axe.
“That’s Count Samuel of House Tarantino of the Darmina Empire. He’s been a top contender since the very first tournament. He’s one again this year.”
Masked Geum Taeyang stood in line with Bianca, arms crossed, and recited the man’s profile.
“Whoa! A top contender! Is he really that strong?”
“Every axe-wielding warrior on the continent looks up to him as a role model. He’s the one who opened a new path.”
By now Bianca had heard enough from Geum Taeyang to understand just how powerful the favorites were. In their respective fields, they were the undisputed strongest.
“You probably already know this, but while the axe class has a long history, its systematic development is relatively recent. Weapon advancement lagged behind other classes.”
“That’s right… So even with the same stats, axe users tend to struggle in prolonged fights…”
When Geum Taeyang pointed out the harsh reality of the axe class, Bianca’s expression turned gloomy. Axe warriors had only recently been recognized as an official class, largely thanks to advancements in mana-stone refining. Before that, focus had been on more efficient classes, so one-on-one techniques for axe fighters remained underdeveloped. Bianca had lost almost every solo spar against her sisters.
“Watching Count Samuel’s matches will be good for you. It’ll help a lot.”
“Yes, Master!”
Bringing Bianca along wasn’t just for potential fortuitous encounters—it was also to let her witness a master-class axe warrior in action.
“Which kingdom are you from?”
It was finally Geum Taeyang’s turn to register. The clerk looked at the masked man and Bianca and asked about their origins.
“Here’s my letter of recommendation. I’ve been wandering, so I don’t have a fixed nationality.”
“Ah! A recommended warrior!”
Geum Taeyang handed over Camilla’s recommendation.
“Oh! A recommendation from Duke Jasmine of the Grace Kingdom! I’ve heard about this. In that case, we still need a name for the records. Could you provide one?”
With the guarantor confirmed, the clerk didn’t press further. The name would be an alias.
“My name is Dark Knight.”
After briefly debating between Dark Horse and Dark Knight, Geum Taeyang chose the latter.
“There really are nothing but handsome men and beautiful women here… Probably because they’re all noble heirs…”
“Doesn’t matter. Once they get a taste of my cock they’ll be moaning and begging for more.”
Hmm…
After finishing registration, Geum Taeyang and Bianca entered the inner guide hall reserved for major-division participants. The space was filled with the elite contenders.
“That person over there seems the most beautiful…”
Bianca, looking around curiously, suddenly froze, her gaze locked on someone. It was a female swordsman with golden hair, fair skin, and gleaming white armor.
Heh. I knew she’d come.
Geum Taeyang hadn’t even turned his head, yet he already knew who it was from Bianca’s reaction alone.
My dear junior—Arthur Lucien Elias.
The peerless beauty was none other than Arthur Lucien Elias without her male disguise.