Chapter 246: A Fight!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 246: A Fight!
To my dearest Father and Mother,
I hope this letter finds you well.
Autumn in Belland is a bit chilly; I wonder how the weather is where you are.
The chrysanthemums in the Duke’s estate have bloomed, and they are currently at their most brilliant.
Since you left home, I have experienced many things on my own. I have grown, I have gained much, and I can now proudly call myself a top-tier macho man, worthy of the Campbell name.
But even a macho man has hurdles he cannot clear and enemies he cannot defeat—namely, a certain humanoid dragoness.
Therefore, I pen this letter within my heart to convey my final thoughts to you.
Farewell, Father.
Farewell, Mother.
Farewell, my yet-to-be-born younger brother or sister.
I only hope that you will remember me in the years to come.
May Heaven also be filled with fair-skinned bosoms and thighs. Amen.
*
"Come on then! Do whatever you want!"
Looking at Celicia, who was now in a state of profound intoxication, Muen felt that trying to resist would only invite more torment.
And so, he craned his neck, threw himself back, and decided to simply "lie flat" and embrace the chaos.
Come, do not pity this delicate flower! Ravage me as you wish! I don't believe you'd actually kill me!
Muen closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impending storm.
However, he waited for a long time, and nothing happened.
Instead, he felt something cool—the sensation of a single finger—poking his cheek.
He opened his eyes and looked at Celicia, who was still poking him. He squinted and asked, "What is it?"
"Do... do you want to eat some?"
Celicia swayed slightly, holding the gift box which was still about half-full, and asked in a dainty voice.
Muen froze.
Damn, she’s so cute.
Muen stared at Celicia’s increasingly flushed face, his gaze turning a bit vacant.
If the previous Celicia was a pool of melting spring water, then the current Celicia was the misty steam rising above a hot spring.
Forget "cold and aloof"—her entire being was now fluid, soft, and incredibly moe. Combined with her naturally cool features, the sensory stimulation was even more provocative than those "lewd Saintess" photos from before.
As expected, "gap moe" really was the greatest charm in the world!
But so what if she was cute? Does being cute mean you can make people do whatever you want?
"I’m not eating!" Muen said, stiffening his neck.
"Not eating?"
Crack.
Celicia’s hand tightened, effortlessly crushing the edge of the bedframe. "Are you sure?"
"..."
I take it back. No matter how moe or cute she is, it doesn't change the fact that she’s currently a humanoid dragoness who could snap at any moment.
"Here, eat..."
Celicia pinched a chocolate and personally brought it to Muen’s lips.
Muen’s body stiffened slightly. He looked down at the chocolate... and at those two slender, pale fingers holding it. They were like carved jade, and compared to the chocolate, they were far more tempting to take into his mouth.
How should he eat it?
Just like this?
You’re the one who brought this to my door!
Muen leaned forward and snapped the chocolate into his mouth.
Her soft fingers brushed against his lips, bringing a trace of coolness and a slight itch that only served to emphasize the sweetness of the chocolate.
"Is it good?"
"It’s good."
"I think so too."
Celicia withdrew her hand and pinched another chocolate. This time, she put it in her own mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, she slid those two slender fingers past her cherry lips. An expression of pure bliss appeared on her face, and finally, she stuck out her pink tongue to carefully lick the sweet residue from her fingertips.
Whether it was the liqueur in the chocolate or the fact that the sealed room was gradually growing stifling, Muen suddenly felt his throat go dry watching this scene.
"Want more?"
"Yes."
"Here, say 'ah'..."
"Ah..."
And so, one for you, one for me. Under Celicia’s personal feeding, the remaining half-box of chocolates was quickly polished off by the two of them.
Muen felt hotter and hotter.
The chocolates he’d eaten felt like a ball of fire, constantly roasting his chest and abdomen. Under the influence of the alcohol, his cheeks felt burning hot, and the entire world began to wobble and tilt.
Dammit, what kind of liquor is in these chocolates?
One or two would have been fine, but after eating so many in a row, even Muen felt his head spinning.
It seemed this alcohol wasn't just expensive; it was incredibly potent.
Fortunately, he wasn't a weakling like Celicia who went down after a single piece. Even after eating so many, he wasn't drunk at all.
Yep, not a hint of drunkenness.
"Mu... Muen Campbell..."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Celicia had eaten even more than Muen. She was now slumped there like a pile of mush, her eyes completely glazed over.
"You... you haven't answered my question yet..."
"Wh-what question?"
"Me... Anna Kabulin... and that little maid of yours... who is the prettiest..."
"Wh-why is it still this question?"
Hearing this, Muen was suddenly struck by a fit of rage.
Once was fine, but again and again? Do you really think I, Muen Campbell, am a pushover?
Muen slammed his hand against the bed and stood up, glaring at Celicia.
"En-enough! Shut... shut up! You're not allowed to ask that question ever again!"
"By... by what right?"
"By the right... because I said so! If I say you can't ask, you can't ask!"
"Mu... Muen Campbell! Are you... are you trying to start a rebellion?"
Celicia’s brows suddenly arched. She stood up unsteadily, and the Ice Crystal Sword appeared in her hand once more.
"Don't... don't think just because you can turn into three people that you can... can rebel! As long as I'm here, you'll never be on top!"
"Nonsense! I am a man destined to be on top!"
Muen stood straight up on the bed, pointing at Celicia’s nose and shouting fiercely:
"You're the one! So what if you're a bit stronger, have a higher realm, and a fancy family background? What's there to be proud of? I... I'll show you today who's the one who calls the shots in this house!"
"Hmph, you... just you?"
Celicia swayed on her feet, letting out a cold laugh. "My swordsmanship isn't just for show!"
"My superpowers aren't just decorations either!"
"Then less talk! Let's settle this with our hands!"
"Fine! Whoever... whoever wins gets to be on top!"
In an instant, the tension reached a breaking point.
The two of them stared each other down, like predators searching for a weakness with sharp, piercing gazes.
Then, like a sudden bolt of lightning or an eruption of subterranean fire, they moved simultaneously.
Celicia swung her longsword. The blade moved like a shadow; the top-tier royal swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection in her hands. The momentum was terrifying, creating countless afterimages throughout the room.
And then... the sword flew out of her hand.
Celicia tilted her head, looking at her empty hand. A look of confusion crossed her flushed face, as if she didn't understand why the sword had vanished in the middle of her dance.
Muen’s approach was much more direct and crude. He immediately activated his Alchemy Core. Ten-fold Time Dilation, start!
The Alchemy Core operated automatically, so it was impossible for it to malfunction.
However, the moment he charged forward, he stepped on the duvet... and slipped.
Even if time slowed down, a slip... was irreversible.
And so, in that brief instant, Muen and Celicia exchanged a look of mutual bewilderment.
But as if fate were unavoidable, the two of them still collided in this peculiar fashion...
And ended up in a tangled heap.