Chapter 140 — I Was Wrong (5)
The man opposite her, with Strength 99 and Health 99, was a powerhouse so great that Fiora had scarcely encountered the like in all her long life.
Over her long life, it was an endless pleasure she had never once known, and Fiora felt as if her brain were melting.
"Ah... so gooood... so gooood I'm gonna die... ah-hngh, ngh, nnh..."
"You don't die, though."
"At this rate, hyauu, you fool... y-you'll make me stupid... nh, nngh...!"
"...That might happen."
Turning a sword that seduced its owner and sucked their fluids into a stupid, fallen female...
Was that fine?
Then there would be no need to worry about trusting or not, right?
A deep smile rose to Roan's face.
His movements began to grow faster.
Fiora, who had been panting and keening ceaselessly, shuddered all over.
It was an orgasm she could no longer count how many times through the night—
her several-dozenth.
"Hah... nnggh...! Ngh, hic..."
Her tongue slipped out past her scarlet lips.
Even with her dazed mind, Fiora laughed in satisfaction.
Her eyes' focus was no longer ahead but upward, so that her pretty peach-colored irises were invisible,
and she did not even notice the drool running from her gaping mouth.
Between her spread legs, the sound of liquid trickling as it wetted Roan's hand reached them.
It was the sound of Fiora feeling her climax and spraying her tides.
At the same time, the vagina that held his fingers and the entrance of her anus pierced by his penis began to convulse as though tightening around him.
Roan, who had already been brought to the very brink, began to release his ejaculation.
"Ah... nng... haanh... haaauh... cum... coming inside..."
At the sensation of hot fluid filling her from behind, Fiora trembled.
His length, buried deep inside her body, throbbed and pumped out all the seed that remained in him.
It was a quantity impossible to believe was produced after so many earlier ejaculations.
Having stilled himself for a good while, Roan slowly exhaled and began to withdraw his penis.
"Ht, nha-aang... nnh...!"
Fiora blew out a hot breath through her nose.
Through the entrance of her anus, still gaping open exactly as it had been after accommodating Roan's thick girth, the pool of white turbid fluid was clearly visible.
The semen she had not yet absorbed trickled from the hole and coated the dried semen marks on Fiora's thighs.
Fiora passed out on the spot.
**
Because of the excessively ingested semen, Fiora's manifestation did not dispel.
Fiora, who had briefly lost consciousness, recovered her wits only after Roan cast a vitality recovery spell on her.
"...Ah..."
Blearily opening her eyes, Fiora made a surprised expression with her badly swollen eyes.
"Are you all right?"
Roan, who had wiped down her body and was now lightly clad, looked back at her.
"...Passing out. It has been quite a long while since I had such an experience."
Fiora laughed weakly.
On her face, now that the color was returning, there was no trace of the lewd, giggling depravity that had marked it all night as she was ravished.
Slowly lifting herself from the bed, which was splattered with bodily fluids, Fiora moved to the sofa and sat—naked, with her weighty breasts and hips laid bare.
Watching the slight jiggling of those two areas with each soft, soundless step she took, Roan calmed the heat that threatened to rise again in his lower body.
Roan faced her.
They had now joined their bodies.
His wariness toward her had subsided sharply.
Roan slowly opened his mouth.
"My name is Kim Yong-cheol."
It was a strange feeling.
For the first time since becoming the Demon King,
a name had been spoken aloud.
A name he had used for over thirty years, yet one that felt awkward to utter in this body, on this unfamiliar soil.
Fiora's eyes went round.
"You... where exactly do you come from? You truly are not from Rayorun either, are you?"
"Where... all I can tell you is that it was somewhere else from here. I don't even know exactly where myself."
Yong-cheol shook his head.
If he tried to explain Earth to Fiora, and told her this world was exactly the same as the game he had played... how much of it could she ever accept?
"You do not know..."
"As things stand, I consider it a place I cannot return to."
Yong-cheol confided his honest thought.
Fiora, who had been turning his words over in her mind with a surprised look, expressed her thanks.
"Thank you. For telling me your name."
After rolling the unfamiliar pronunciation around in her mouth several times in practice, Fiora called him with a touch of awkwardness.
"So. Kim Yong-cheol."
"Kim is my family name. You can call me Yong-cheol."
"Ah, the same practice as in Rayorun. Very well. Yong-cheol."
His own name, carried on such lovely lips, sounded so sweet that Yong-cheol felt a brief shiver.
"Thanks to you, I shall be able to keep this body for a while. Truly, thank you."
"Mm."
"I was truly impressed. It seems the capabilities of your body, Roan, are greater than I had imagined. Though I suspected as much..."
Laughing while blushing, Fiora glanced at the tea and refreshments that had been set on the table.
They had been brought by the attendants who had prepared water for Fiora to wash at Roan's command.
Picking up a teacup and savoring the aroma, Fiora took a sip and made an expression of the utmost happiness.
"To be able to eat such things. I never knew, in the old days. How joyous something like this could be."
"You were not always a sword... were you? How did that happen..."
Yong-cheol broached the subject carefully.
Fiora's expression, which seemed to darken for an instant, returned in a flash to her usual serene smile.
"There was a time when the Demon God 'Greed' tried to swallow the continent."
Fiora leaned back deeply against the sofa back.
The surface of the tea in her cup swirled gently.
"A story from very, very long ago. So long that perhaps even the forest elves can no longer remember... There were many Demon Gods, but the mightiest among them was 'Greed'... You know as well, Yong-cheol, what happens when greed devours a person?"
Yong-cheol quietly nodded.
"Everyone ends up living only for their own desires?"
"Yes. Everyone becomes compelled to possess what they wish to have. The more people come under 'Greed's influence, the more the world falls to ruin. Money, people, land, women, and all other forms of wealth and honor... People began to fight endlessly, and the world descended into chaos."
Fiora lowered her head slightly.
As if lost in sorrow while looking back on the distant past.
The silver hair resting on her shoulder slipped down to cover her naked body.
"They began to fight for a host of reasons. Laurecia and the Dragon Duke Bülts for the sake of humanity, the Fairy Kings of the forests and the land to preserve their own territories, and I... to protect my kin, who were already facing ruin under 'Greed's influence."
And throughout all that, there had been no one to protect the demons. Roan felt a touch of sadness.
"And so we sealed 'Greed' far away in the west. We drove it into the western lands, the farthest we could conceive of, and put it to sleep. That much was perhaps the limit of what we could do."
And then a bitter smile rose to Fiora's face.
"However, it seems the plan was imperfect in the end. We were on the verge of defeat. I believe that when I abandoned my life and barely succeeded in turning the tide of battle, they used that opening to imprison 'Greed.' Someone transferred me, my body lost and on the verge of extinction, into a sword. So my memory of what came after my sacrifice is not whole."
Ah...
Fiora had already died once.
She had had no body and had been suddenly placed inside a sword,
so it stood to reason that she could not properly know the situation after her own death.
"It was a long while later that I regained my senses... after Bülts had died, and the two Fairy Kings had also departed this world. I was held in the hands of a knight of the Church of Laurecia. But I was something other than a sword. Because I needed someone's bodily fluids."
Fiora laughed as if embarrassed.
Yong-cheol opened his mouth in a soundless sigh.
A sword that could only regain its wits by consuming blood or semen. To demand such a thing from a priest... It was a sword that didn't aid its wielder but corrupted them.
Her becoming known as a bewitching sword was a natural outcome.
"I wandered the whole continent over tens, hundreds of generations. Likely... to Rayorun, to Merde, and here, to Evirgio."
Yong-cheol suddenly remembered a moment in the past when he had stroked her scabbard.
That time when he had collapsed from not properly going to bed.
Fiora, who had nearly lost her master—nearly lost him—had then sounded terribly forlorn.
Even now, her voice was steeped in lamentation.
Such a vastly long time.
Just how long had she spent inside the sword, chewing over the past?
Yong-cheol reached out and touched Fiora's face. Raising her head, Fiora smiled.
"Thank you."
Fiora, who had already given thanks several times now, continued.
"The years I have lived as a sword are now too long. The ages when I walked the earth and breathed the air in Rayorun are but a blur. It was likely someone's intention, in placing me in this sword, that I should preserve my life... but, well. Now I think it was a curse."
In a voice a little deflated but still vivacious,
Fiora lamented the misfortune that bound her body.
"Unless I become the sword of a king, my information gathering is limited, and I am far too wicked a sword to be presented to a king. That Kiruina became imperial consort was truly a miracle for me... and meeting you is even more so."
That was when it happened.
Roan and Fiora both turned toward the door at the same time.
A small, thin cough was heard.
And then a knock followed.
It was one of the knights who had escorted Roan.
"Your Majesty. Ahem, it is time you prepared."
Morning had long since arrived.
The attendants who had listened to the sounds of the emperor coupling with a woman all night had been beside themselves with unease. The knight who, only at this late morning hour, had learned why their departure was delayed must have come in person.
Roan and Fiora's eyes met.
Fiora smiled with her eyes.
"Roan. 'Greed' is not completely sealed. Still, I sensed the traces of Laurecia emanating from you. Is that so?"
Roan answered quietly.
"Mm. I think that is the case."
"Then distasteful as it may be, I believe you should use your influence to mobilize the human clergy. For her hallowed power is one of the few things that can bleed off the power of 'Greed.'"
Roan smiled bitterly.
Well.... from what I heard from Helen about the state of the Church, it seems they've already been dominated by 'Greed' too.
But Roan did not say this.
They exchanged a few further words of parting,
and just as when he had manifested her, Roan sent Fiora back into her sword.
Changing his clothes, Roan looked over the skills and messages he had gained.
[Message: Skill 'Causality Reversal' duplication successful!]
"Causality Reversal...?"
Roan's brow furrowed slightly.
It was a skill name he was hearing for the first time.
For someone who, if not a complete veteran, certainly chewed over, dissected, savored, and enjoyed any game he grew fond of, the existence of an unfamiliar skill name was genuinely astonishing.
Of course, that was because in the game, simply getting close to Fiora was difficult, let alone having sex with her.
[Message: Unofficial Quest 'Even the Sword Was Not Safe' complete! Congratulations!]
[Message: Presenting a Special Gift useful for your survival ☆]
[Unofficial Quest Reward — Additional Life Vessel +1]
[Message: Find other unofficial quests and prepare for ■■!]
Roan's eyes grew wider still as he read down the messages.
Additional Life Vessel.
Literally, an extra life.
It was an item obtainable only if the Hero pursued the priest tree and undertook extreme leveling.
But in the game, it had been a white elephant anyway, thanks to the help of the save and load system.
Roan's expression brightened as if blooming.
With this, his survivability would increase tremendously.
Because it meant he could preserve his life even in a situation where any observer would deem death certain.
Grinning broadly, Roan briefly scanned the details of the skill.
[ [Race Reward Lv1] Causality Reversal Lv4
A miracle that overturns the flow of the world, which is composed of effects following their causes
Truly, an existence that has accumulated wisdom over long ages and mastered all things can turn even a mighty current
A power that twists the root causes involved to bring about the result the caster desires
The caster must endure the side effects as well
Taking into account the characteristics of the race, the ability's potency has increased by one tier
If the caster can withstand it, the power may be exerted in its original force]
"Hmm..."
The smile vanished from Roan's face.
On top of it being a skill he had never seen before,
it came with an explanation that blatantly included the word 'side effects.'
The people of this place could not read skill descriptions as text the way Roan could.
At best, one had to be a mercenary or a knight to receive the aid of a guild or government office and gain a vague sense of which stats were strong or weak, or in which fields of ability—scholarship, swordsmanship, demonology, or other everyday skills—one possessed a specialty.
Perhaps even Fiora herself had not fully grasped the nature of her own skill.
Still, could he get some kind of hint?
Without telling her he had copied a skill from her, how could he ask her about the skill?
"Cough, ahem, hrm. Your Majesty, have you finished your preparations?"
Roan, who had been staring at a spot in his vision where the skill's description had lingered, hurriedly closed the window.
For now, let us return to Raju.