Blinding Spectacle: Veronica's Revealing Spar
Running excitedly to the training grounds alongside Veronica, who drew strange looks from the maids and manservants in the mansion, I found knights and knight aspirants—what you'd call promising talents in sports terms—sweating buckets under the instructors' (the veterans') commands, swinging their swords for the territory's safety and their families' protection. Of course, this only applied to the knights; the regular soldiers were jogging shirtless around the grounds. Poor bastards.
"Huh?"
At first, I'd assumed from Silveryia's words that male knights trained separately from females, but nope. Under the instructors' guidance, they were doing mixed-gender free spars, and damn, as pros at monster hunting, every swing carried intent—not full killing rage, but enough to check if your blood was red or blue. Clang!
"Arm's numb!"
"Gah!"
Some knights even actually dislocated arms (?), drawing blood for real. I'd imagined knight orders like military slaves sweeping leaves, shoveling snow, weeding in summer—but seeing this explained why the Demon King's army, outnumbered by humans, got fucked anyway. Humans bicker internally too, but at least they don't kill and eat each other over it. These guys filled their gaps through bloody spars like this, growing stronger. Hell, humans could learn from that.
And then,
"Attention, all!"
—Attention!
Kandor—that stiff-ass knight Silveryia used to drag around as her adjutant—climbed the podium and bellowed. The knights, eyes blazing with killing intent as they glared at each other, froze on a dime.
"Originally, today was set for one-on-one spars with Lady Silveryia as announced last time, but plans have changed. No individual spars with Lady Silveryia today!"
—Murmurs.
The knights erupted at Kandor's words. Day after day of bloody spars to hone themselves harshly, and suddenly no Silveryia match? What the hell! Phew, saved. Less blood today. Maybe work these biceps instead. Reactions varied wildly. Veterans grumbled disappointment—too bad, really too bad—while the rookies, especially the guys who looked fresh meat, sighed in relief. Scanning around, those newbies seemed due for a beating from their seniors later.
"Quiet!"
Kandor couldn't stand the knights turning the place into a noisy market and yelled. They snapped to attention, mouths shut.
"Ahem! No individual spars with Lady Silveryia, but instead! Today, special event! You'll observe a match between Lady Veronica and Lady Silveryia!!"
—Woooaaahhh!!
The knights went nuts like soldiers hearing a girl idol's coming for a morale show—even some cried. Though none hit our unit.
"Quiet! Quiet! Shut up!"
—Silence.
Kandor shut down the chaos, cleared his throat again, and eyed the knights. Meanwhile, regular soldiers were lined up on the stands beside the podium. They'd sprinted hardest for a break after endless laps, now gathering in groups, panting. Then, clack-clack—footsteps echoed from the Lord's Mansion stairs in a straight line to the podium. Kandor, hastily aligned, announced,
"The Lord enters—"
"Planning a flag-raising or something, Sir Kandor?"
Silveryia cut him off mid-sentence. Kandor awkwardly stepped back from the podium. Then Silveryia appeared in fancy armor, Snow White at her side.
—Who's that kid?
—She's cute!
—Looks just like Lady Silveryia. Relative?
First time amid such a crowd, but Snow White stood tall beside her mom like my girl—heading where Silveryia pointed, she sat and secretly waved at me on the stands.
"Uh... Today, I begged Mother specially for this match. Watch closely—use it to advance your skills one step further. Especially Blue Eagle Knights, gear up for the long northern training camp soon."
—Yes, sir!!
The knights' roar thundered—
—Cling!
"!!"
Before cheers faded, Silveryia drew her sword, swinging at the silver blur charging her. A massive boom rang out.
Questionable to call sword clash a "boom," but Veronica and Silveryia's blades hit with a deafening crash in my ears. How?! Silveryia, catching the blur's sword, flew into the grounds; knights scattered in panic.
Thud!
Silveryia's feet hit dirt—cling!—Veronica rushed like wind. Wait, that fast? It's just a spar! Even I gawked—
—Too fast!
—Eyes hurt, can't see shit!
—Is this the kingdom's top tier?!
—Swords too quick, blinding!
Ah, playing the ace card? As expected, Veronica's called the kingdom's strongest female knight. In wars, treated like a nuke—strategic asset, deployed by HQ for logistics mostly. Hero fucked shit up, so no big feats last war. I'd only heard her rep from Silveryia, hard to picture her skill. Now? Crystal clear.
What? No clue! Just sounded cool. Me? I roll with fists or axes—can't describe swordplay. Too busy tracking Veronica's moves, timing. But even I marveled at her martial prowess. Problem? Her figure flickered, half-hidden. Blinding.
Why? While clashing with Silveryia, Veronica reflected sunlight off her blade, scattering light everywhere. To hide herself! Blitzing at invisible speeds for surprise—that's the feat. But what chilled me? That light curtain screamed leisure! Against Silveryia! Who lopped my arm first meet! Power balance fucked!
Anyway,
"If balance is off, nerfing's obvious, right?!"
Veronica, our top champ, is too strong for Orc Games' intent! Against design—must nerf!
Snap!
I flicked fingers; Snow White on podium shivered. Simultaneously, the light curtain faded—
"Hoo... hoo..."
Veronica emerged in her sleazy getup, sword aimed at Silveryia, stance perfect. Silveryia sweated buckets, panting hard just blocking; Veronica stood casual, only twitching slightly from my vibrating rotor. No fatigue? After yesterday's wild fuck! Monster? Belly bulging with cock, passed out at dawn. Recovered already?! My semen absorbs yang qi or whatever—can't recall! That's it, right?! Else, impossible.
Then motion halted; amid rising dust, in the circular arena walled by knights, Veronica's form revealed.
How'd they react? What eyes on her? Moment I waited—
—Ahh?!
—L-Lady Veronica!
—But what's that outfit?! Armor?!
"?"
Knights' reaction off. Maids/manservants drooled over her body, clueless on armor. Knights? Sword-lifers, drooling over her armor.
—As expected! Ditching gauntlets for speed!
—No armor on abs, arms, groin—defense weak, but no hits allowed!
—Lady Veronica indeed!
New pervs? If naked, light-speed? ...Would she? But knights aside. Rank soldiers' take?
—Uwooooohhh!!
—Waaahhh!!
—Gods! She's a goddess!
—Waaah! Take me!
Told ya—armies same everywhere. Horny young bucks, sat for break, jumped up bouncing at Veronica. She'd smirked at me, thinking she one-upped after knights' reaction—but soldiers' explosion? Face flushed. Body heating red, scanning surroundings oddly.
"Kuhuhu."
Yeah, pretend all you want—hundreds of eyes, maids/manservants times ten, all on her. Unfamiliar stares, not handful but hundreds. Different league. Lord's status keeps heads low, but males eyeing female? Reason barely holds 'em. Proof: soldiers near me, eyes bloodshot, panting like dogs in heat. Orc or foe? Nah—from these guys? Instant flood.
"Ooh, here it comes."
Panting Veronica, sweat beading, subtly rubbed thighs crossing feet. Unconscious, but sand below darkened wet.
'Started coincidence, impulse—but this effective...'
Sow knight thrilled by subjects' gazes. How alluring. Facing her, Silveryia glanced around—locked blue eyes, winked.
Soldiers: "Lady Silveryia saw me!" Dream on. Anyway, Silveryia knows me—sure I'd rigged something.
"Heh heh heh..."
Flashing my signature evil grin, I nodded. Silveryia leaped high at Veronica like she'd waited.