Chained and Exposed: Leona's Nightmare Awakening
“Haaah! Hnn! Haaah! Haaah! Hnn!”
The woman moaning as the barbarian man took her from behind, driving his massive cock into her again and again, was none other than Leona’s mother—the Queen of Tuyranos, Beatrice von Bayern.
“No! Run, Leona! Hnn! Haa! Don’t come here! Haaah! Haaah!”
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Beatrice spotted Leona and desperately screamed for her to flee.
“Mother! Mother, what is this?! Who is that barbarian?!”
But Leona’s feet wouldn’t move. She was completely overwhelmed by the sight before her, as if an enormous weight were pressing down on her shoulders and pinning her ankles to the floor.
“He killed all the guards and broke in! Haaah! Hnn! You can’t stop him! Haaah! Run, Leona! I’ll hold this barbarian back! Haaah! Haaah!”
Beatrice clung desperately to the man’s body, as if trying to keep him from reaching her daughter.
“Mother, I’m sorry!!”
Thud, thud, thud!
In the end, Leona ran. She abandoned her mother to be violated by the intruder—the mother she had loved most, the woman she had always wanted to become.
Please… please stop… please, no more…
Whenever Leona used the black-magic finisher through the Hero’s Short Sword, she was always tormented by this dream.
Her mother being raped by the invading barbarian. Her mother being broken. The stark contrast between that sight and the barbarian’s alien appearance. And Leona herself, fleeing the scene.
A lullaby… I want to hear the lullaby… the one Mother used to sing to me…
Once the dream began, there were only two possibilities: either she would suffer the nightmare until dawn, or she would calm down after hearing the lullaby her mother always sang.
When she heard the lullaby, the cursed vision would disappear.
Damn it… Why can’t I remember it at times like this…?
She couldn’t recall it. The more desperately she tried, the further the lullaby her mother used to sing retreated into the depths of her unconscious, as if hiding from her.
It seemed she would be forced to endure this tiresome nightmare until she passed out from exhaustion.
But in that moment—
“Sleep well, my little one. The birds in the front yard and the back hill…”
The lullaby her mother used to sing reached Leona, who had given up on everything in her exhaustion.
Mother…?
It was her mother’s voice.
Mother?
This was the first time. Usually, Leona had to struggle to recall it herself to calm the dream. But now it was coming to her. Her mother’s voice. The lullaby was being sung in her mother’s voice.
“Everyone else is asleep. The moon has gone to the silver window, sending silver and golden beads through this late night.”
Mother! That light… that’s definitely Mother!
Leona crawled toward the source of the lullaby. There, she encountered a light. A brilliant, warm light. Beyond that light was undoubtedly Beatrice—her mother, the one she had abandoned and left behind, the one who filled her with guilt and pain whenever she thought of her.
Mother!!!
The light grew even brighter, as if it had found her, and Leona called out to her mother with all her heart.
But then—
Huh…?
It wasn’t her mother.
“Sleep well, my little one. Sleep soundly in Mother’s arms.”
That person is… Geum Taeyang…?
It was Geum Taeyang. The man she had fought. The great khan of the Mohican tribe—the barbarian she despised with every fiber of her being. He was holding Leona in his arms, singing the lullaby her mother used to sing.
This is insane… This is grotesque…!
She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to believe it. Because the thing she loved most and the thing she hated most were existing together at the same time. No—it felt as if the thing she loved most was being defiled by the thing she hated most.
Ah… Why does this feel so comforting…?
Yet, contrary to her surface-level rejection, Leona’s unconscious accepted Geum Taeyang’s lullaby.
I have to reject it… but I can’t…
It didn’t make sense. But it was being accepted. Gradually, seeping in.
Comfortable… and warm…
Slrrrp…
After that, her heart grew at ease, and something below felt warm. And so, listening to Geum Taeyang’s lullaby, Leona fell into a deep sleep, free from any more nightmares.
Flash—!
In that instant, Leona opened her eyes. She had woken up.
Whoosh!
Realizing she had awakened, Leona quickly sat up. Her eyes darted around wildly.
Clank! Clank!
As she frantically looked around, the sound of metal rang out from her body.
Shackles!
Iron shackles—made of a special metal, not ordinary iron, the same kind used in Tuyranos—had been fastened around both her wrists and ankles.
Thud!
At that moment, Leona collapsed forward.
Tch, my legs too!
Clank! Clank!
Shackles had been placed on her legs as well.
“You’re awake. You really slept for a long time, sprawled out like that.”
Step, step, step.
Then, from another cave along the plaza wall, Geum Taeyang’s voice and footsteps could be heard.
“You bastard!”
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Geum Taeyang’s voice reignited the fighting spirit within Leona like a flame, and her body thrashed violently, making the shackles ring even louder.
Freeze!
But soon, Leona’s struggling stopped on its own.
“!!!!??????”
The moment she looked at Geum Taeyang, her eyes widened in shock.
“Stay still if you don’t want to die for real.”
Step, step, step.
“What the hell are you wearing?!”
It was because the outfit of Geum Taeyang, who had emerged from the small cave, consisted of nothing but a single pair of underwear.
Whoosh!
Upon realizing Geum Taeyang’s state of dress, Leona turned her head toward herself and began checking her own clothing in detail.
Nothing!
There was nothing. No bra. No panties. What remained were her pussy and her breasts. In other words, Leona was completely naked.
“Kuh! You bastard! Even if you’re a barbarian, as the great khan, the first thing you do after taking an enemy commander prisoner is rape her?!”
Leona shouted at Geum Taeyang in fury and indignation. Naturally, she assumed Geum Taeyang had eagerly fucked her unconscious body.
“.....”
Thud…!
Geum Taeyang, who had been walking toward a chair he had set aside, stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned toward Leona and looked at her.
“If the great khan is like this, then his subordinates must be the same! Damn it, Daimon! Damn it, Marie!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Leona slammed her head against the floor, exploding with frustration and rage. Her mother had been violated and killed by barbarians, and now she herself had been violated by barbarians. On top of that, Daimon would have witnessed Marie, the childhood friend he loved, being gang-raped. It felt as if all the blood in her body was surging backward.
But at that moment, what reached Leona’s ears was—
“Hey, you crazy bitch.”
A vulgar curse that didn’t suit the image of a great khan.
“????”
Thud!
It was clearly Geum Taeyang’s curse. It was so crude that even Leona, who had been thrashing around as if trying to kill herself by slamming her head into the ground, lifted her head to look at him again.
To her, he said:
“You pissed yourself, you fucking bitch.”
Geum Taeyang hurled a shocking statement that made the vulgarity of his curse seem forgettable.
“Wh-what?”
Following the unimaginably crude curse came an unimaginably filthy act—and it was her own. Leona reacted as if her brain had short-circuited.
“What do you mean, ‘what,’ you fucking bitch? You pissed in your pants. Because of that, my clothes got soaked too.”
Geum Taeyang followed up with another confirmation, as if Leona’s appearance disgusted him even more. It seemed to be the truth. This didn’t look like Geum Taeyang acting to make his favorite character uncomfortable. There was no playfulness or mischief in his eyes—only killing intent and disgust. Geum Taeyang was genuinely furious.
“Hah, nonsense! You really are a despicable man! What a nasty way to break a prisoner’s mentality, you barbarian!”
Leona seemed to sense it too. That wasn’t a lie or an act. So while she denied it, she didn’t seem very confident.
“Stop talking bullshit. The one who’s filthy is you. Want me to show you? Should I bring your piss-soaked panties and show them to you? I couldn’t even bring myself to wash them with my own hands.”
On the other hand, Geum Taeyang was relentless. He looked as if he was ready to go back into the small cave and fetch Leona’s piss-stained panties at any moment. Apparently, the cave had running water facilities.
“!!!”
As the conversation about pissing herself continued, something suddenly occurred to Leona.
Warm…
The sensation she had felt in the dream. When she heard Geum Taeyang’s lullaby, her heart had grown calm, and her lower body had felt warm.
It’s true…
Leona had wet herself. After being in a state of extreme tension due to the nightmare, she had suddenly relaxed because of someone else and couldn’t hold it in.
“Don’t get cocky. I’m really fucking pissed off right now. I might just shove my cock into your piss-soaked pussy.”
Step! Step! Step! Thud!
Geum Taeyang noticed that Leona’s spirit had suddenly deflated. She had come to terms with reality. So he suppressed his anger in his own way and walked back to the chair to sit down.
Well, anyway, if it turns out that I really did something like that… then the one who sang Mother’s lullaby to me was really the great khan, Geum Taeyang…?
Issues had to be set aside for now. Leona shifted her thoughts from the embarrassing information to the most important fact for her.
Swish…!
If it was true that she had pissed herself, then it was also true that Geum Taeyang had held her and sung the lullaby. And it was the lullaby that only she and her mother knew, according to Raonjena standards.
Upon reaching that conclusion, Leona looked up at Geum Taeyang with a peculiar gaze.
“What, got a lot on your mind? Kukukuk! I figured. You must have a ton of questions about me.”
Questions. Leona’s mind was beginning to fill with questions about Geum Taeyang.
“Just who the hell are you…!”
Geum Taeyang’s attitude was turning Leona’s questions into certainties. This man knew far more about her than he should.
“You even know Daimon and Marie’s names, and their relationship too. But knowing names can be explained by my excellent investigative skills. And guessing their relationship correctly could just be a lucky shot. I’m also ridiculously good at guessing virgins. You’re a virgin too, right, Leona? Huhuhut…!”
Step, step, step.
Geum Taeyang thoroughly enjoyed Leona’s confused expression. Then, as if delivering the finishing blow, he swaggered toward the naked Leona.
“But how about this?”
Eventually, Geum Taeyang stopped right in front of Leona.
“The reason you came here today—isn’t it because today is your mother’s birthday? That’s why you thought of our Great Mother, who looks like your mother, and decided to come here.”
That was right. Last night had been the birthday of Leona’s mother, Beatrice von Bayern. When deciding on the exploration site for the Galatea ancient ruins, Leona had unconsciously chosen this place because of it. Because the Great Mother Sophia resembled her. On her mother’s birthday, she had wanted to see even by chance the woman who looked like her mother.
“You bastard… are you a mage???”
It was the truth. The information that couldn’t possibly come from investigation was being revealed from Geum Taeyang’s mouth, and Leona looked at him with a startled, wary gaze, as if staring at a monster.
“A mage? That’s quite an interesting deduction.”
Geum Taeyang enjoyed the sight of Leona, whose wariness had sharply risen.
“Ah, is that it? Your treasure is related to black magic, isn’t it?”
Then Leona seemed to change her mind and mentioned Geum Taeyang’s treasure.
Oh, she’s deducing it for me. That works. It makes sense, since I devoured Chain of Bonds and Black Plum Blossom.
For Geum Taeyang, this was a welcome development. He would continue to use Leona’s many secrets and dirty laundry to train her. But then there was something that needed to be resolved. How the hell did this guy know all these random things? He couldn’t just say he knew because he had possessed the body.
What Geum Taeyang had come up with was based on a setting from the game World Conquest Chronicle: high-tier black magic treasures sometimes scanned the dark hearts of other black magic users. That’s why he had neutralized Chain of Bonds and Black Plum Blossom so conspicuously. It fit perfectly.
Luciena has so many abilities that it’s easy to bluff with her. And besides, her foundation is demonic energy anyway.
That’s why he had decided not to draw Luciena. He needed to maintain the mystery.
“Pfft! You’re just caught by the ankle, but your head’s still working.”
He had been wondering how to bring it up, but Leona had done it for him. So Geum Taeyang praised her with a sly smile.
“Kukukuk, the future of the Mohican tribe will be stained with blood. The great khan is a human who possesses a black magic treasure.”
“That’s not something you should be saying, is it?”
“I have no attachment to my life.”
There were many rumors that those who relied on black magic met miserable ends. When the accumulated curses became too much to bear, they would go berserk. So what did Leona’s lack of attachment to her life mean? It meant that once she achieved her goal through black magic, she would take her own life without hesitation.
Of course, according to the main story clear version of Leona in World Conquest Chronicle, she did not commit suicide.
She’s a character who’s been completely drenched in the worst kind of tragic ending. How could she not be my favorite? I’m the type who swings between pure love and tragic endings.
Leona’s story was among the most difficult in World Conquest Chronicle, and Geum Taeyang had played like his life depended on it to prevent his favorite character Leona from committing suicide. And he had succeeded. In other words, Geum Taeyang knew how to lead Leona to a happy ending.
“Then, the lullaby…”
Having roughly finished assessing the situation, Leona spoke again with an ambiguous look in her eyes.
“Did you learn that lullaby too by encountering my black magic…?”
It was a question about the lullaby Geum Taeyang had sung to her—the one taken from Leona’s own mind.