Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Ryusha is right. The upper-class hotels and inns in the inner city have been almost entirely booked by nobles from out of town. And the guards and knights accompanying them are a force to be reckoned with. Therefore, the soldiers of Sochi keep a close watch on the nobles while refraining from offending them.

Among them, a rather shabby carriage, escorted by several servants, quietly drove into the backyard of a tavern.

Esther Miller, wearing her white and purple dress, gracefully stepped out of the carriage. Opposite her stood a tall, robust barbarian man. The dim light in the tavern's backyard prevented Esther from seeing details, but she could smell a faint scent of blood from the furry armor on his body.

“There were a few petty thieves who didn’t know their place just now.”

Seemingly sensing Esther's wariness of the blood on him, the barbarian explained in a slightly hoarse voice that several figures were lying in the alley behind the tavern. They looked like noble servants, perhaps having had some unpleasant dispute with this burly barbarian when they were arguing over booking the tavern.

Well, Esther's expression softened a bit. She had originally planned to take the carriage straight home. But she had been invited here to meet someone, and because of the invitation, the pink-haired girl had to take a detour. However, upon arriving, the burly barbarian guarding the gate made her somewhat wary.

The burly barbarian frowned as he watched Esther staring at him, hesitant to go in. Then he gestured with his thumb toward the small door behind him: "Inside."

The rude barbarian from the snowy region was not something Esther intended to argue with. She was about to go inside when her servants stopped her.

"Miss……"

It turned out that Beth and her group had been turned away outside. They gestured to Esther with their eyes, wondering if there was a problem with the invitation. But Esther simply said lightly:

"Don't worry, I'm here to pick up my father. Besides, this is that lecher's territory. Have you forgotten the patrols on both sides of the road when we came? If anything happens, that governor will be here in the blink of an eye."

Really? Bate and his companions looked at the men who had been beaten to the ground in the back alley, wondering to themselves.

But since Esther said so, Beth and the others stopped trying to stop her. They were just curious why their master, who didn't like to go out, was here. Shouldn't he still be in the north? Seeing the annoyed look on their young lady's face, they seemed to understand something and immediately fell silent.

Esther strode through the tavern's corridors, the rooms filled with barbarian warriors engrossed in Ottus craft beer. Their heads were practically buried in the barrels. What bothered Esther was the significant number of shamans mixed in with these warriors, many of them young women. As far as she knew, these weren't among the tribes led by the giant bear Weston.

Amidst the commotion of the barbarians, Esther finally heard a familiar voice in the innermost room.

"Oh, so this is the medium used in your shamanic magic! It has such powerful magic, it feels like a relic from a thousand years ago! Do you sell this too?"

"Father~"

The wooden door to the room burst open with a loud bang, the smoke cleared, and Esther held several small, transparent bottles in her hand, the potions inside seemingly containing incredible magic. A kind smile graced her lovely face as she looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by several scantily clad, wild, and alluring barbarian dancers.

"Excuse me, what does 'also' sell mean?"

The room wasn't large. There was a large square table, and near the door, a middle-aged man with messy hair turned his head fearfully to look at his daughter's kind smile. In his hand, he held a shaman's short knife with a barbarian style, looking at it with obvious affection.

"Yo, yo! Esther! Long time no see! How are you? Did you get hurt on the battlefield?"

Cooper Miller, the down-on-his-luck nobleman, forced an awkward smile as he looked at his daughter.

But his attempts to ingratiate himself failed to win Esther over. She rubbed her forehead, suppressing her displeasure, and said to Viscount Miller:

"What have you bought this time? Our family finally got more land, are you going to squander it all again!"

"What have you bought this time? Our family finally got more land, are you going to squander it all again!"

“This, this is…Chief Oliveira…I mean, the exotic treasure that Viscount Weston and his men brought from the northern snowy regions. I think it might be of some use to you…”

“No need.” Esther’s expression turned cold. “I… can use magic.”

Esther's strange conversation with Viscount Miller drew surprised glances from the others in the room. Across the square table stood the towering bear Weston Oliveira, and beside him was a young barbarian girl whom they had not seen at the previous banquet.

Her fair face was covered in patterns, and her clothes were no longer those of the Weston dress, which had been changed to the Otto style. Instead, she wore a shamanic dress with a barbarian style, and her exposed arms were covered in blue and green patterns, which were unclear whether they were camouflage or tattoos.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old shaman girl had a serene expression, and her deep eyes seemed full of wisdom. Having listened to the conversation between the father and daughter before her, she asked curiously and directly:

"Miss Esther, are you having trouble using magic?"

"Miss Miller." Esther didn't give the shaman girl a friendly look, nor did she intend to let her address her affectionately. A pile of shamanic implements was already stacked around her father, clearly purchased from this girl. And those alluring barbarian dancers clinging to her father had probably been showering him with attention.

“My apologies, Miss Miller.”

The shamanic girl wasn't angry; she smiled gently and nodded to Esther. Weston, standing beside her, smoothed things over, introducing Esther to her as follows:

“Miss Miller, this is my daughter, Paruru Oliveira. As you can see, she is one of our shamans.”

Daughter? Esther glanced at Weston, whose face was as fierce as a bear, and then at the alluring and beautiful shaman girl beside him.

The bear gave birth to... a squirrel? Or perhaps a snow fox?

“Viscount Oliveira.” Esther was still somewhat wary of this barbarian warrior who could fight against a Celestial-rank opponent. Although after receiving the fiefdom of Sochi, he had imitated the Ottomen in everything from clothing to language, even trimming his thick beard, making him look slightly out of place…or rather, comical…

But after nodding to Weston, Esther firmly stated, "If these items were purchased by my father, please return them."

“Well…” Weston habitually reached for his thick beard, only to find it was gone. These shamanic implements were brought from the north by his people. After acquiring the territory, the barbarian chieftain had been planning how to do business with the Ottus. Today was their first successful transaction, and this small sense of accomplishment made him reluctant to give up.

There's a saying, "Once you've placed your bet, you can't hold onto it."

“That was said during a gambling session, Father.”

The shaman girl Paruru next to her picked up her teacup with her eyes closed. Although she was dressed in a shamanic robe with wild patterns, her movements were quite elegant, making her look more like an Ottoman nobleman than the incongruous Weston beside her.

"If that's Miss Miller's wish, then of course it can be returned and doesn't count."

Paruru kindly put down her teacup and smiled at Esther. Her eyes, as clear as spring water, sized up the pink-haired girl before her, lingering particularly on the magic bottle in the girl's hand.

But Paruru's words made Viscount Miller nervous, and he stammered as he pleaded with Esther:

“Estelle, Dad did this for you... We haven’t tried magic from other races yet…”

"I already said, I won't..." You're not there, I'm not Lin Kong, you're not there...

Esther's chest heaved as if she were very angry, but before she could finish speaking, Paruru spoke up first, "It won't work."

Hey?

Esther looked at Paruru, the shamanic priestess who was slightly older than her and had an unusual name, and began to speak with a gentle smile:

"I see. Viscount Miller's obsession with buying and conducting all sorts of magical research is to solve his daughter's problems. But being easily deceived by women is not your fault, Viscount Miller."

Paruru's words surprised Esther and her father at the same time. Viscount Miller even stood up excitedly when she said the first half of her sentence, but sat back down awkwardly after hearing the second half.

With a wave of Paruru's hand, the savage and seductive barbarian dancers all withdrew from Cooper Miller's side, leaving Viscount Miller and Esther, their faces flushed, to ask Paruru:

"How...how did you know..."

Viscount Miller seemed somewhat nervous, as if he were very sensitive and concerned. Esther, however, appeared indifferent, though a slight hint of melancholy in her eyes betrayed her…

That's right, Miss Esther Miller, who comes from the Miller family, a family of magicians, calls herself a magician, and studied at the Imperial Military Academy, can't actually use magic.

Chapter 14 Esther's Past and the Subsequent Game

Although the Miller family is not large in number, the magical talent of each generation has been quite good, which has always put them ahead of those noble families who are knights.

Although Cooper Miller was not a magical genius of his time, he was quite famous as a magician, especially for his profound knowledge of occultism and magical theory.

His daughter, Esther, possessed a powerful magical perception from birth, but... as Esther grew up, she was never able to use any magic...

Waste, freak, the destroyer of a magical family… these were the names young Esther was given to her by her noble classmates. But she could bear it, because she had parents who loved her deeply.

So what if she can't learn magic? She's still a viscount's daughter. You sing, I'm not here, Lin's not free, you're here, Lin's here, not here...

But when she was five years old, the melancholy and taciturn Mrs. Miller ended her life with a rope.

Although Mrs. Miller did not explain her reasons for suicide in her suicide note, she only expressed her guilt towards her loving husband and daughter, leaving behind the words, "I have my own difficulties, please forgive me." Although in the years before her death, Mrs. Miller seemed to be plagued by a serious illness, becoming increasingly erratic and emaciated, Esther believed that it was her fault amidst the gossip and rumors surrounding her.

'Your mother must have felt guilty towards her husband for giving birth to a useless child who couldn't use magic, which is why she committed suicide!'

At the funeral, Viscount Miller, holding his young, remorseful, and weeping daughter, silently said:

"It's not Esther's fault, Dad will find a way."

Buying magical items, conducting magical research, experimenting, and then buying more magical items... Esther watched as her father gradually became obsessed. This attracted a steady stream of people with ulterior motives, some bringing random items and claiming they were some kind of secret treasure, others trying to seduce the dim-witted viscount who had been widowed for many years.

Decline, decline, until Esther herself walked into Viscount Miller's laboratory, picked up the bottled potion and her modified staff.

"Even without using magic, I can still become a magician."

That's right, potion-making is magic, magical engineering is magic... Even if you're covered in bottles and jars and your staff has a sharp blade, as long as you claim it, you're a magician.

If one is not proficient in potion theory and magical engineering, one can go to the capital to study; if one's family business declines, one can help it up; if one runs out of money, one can return to the north to join the army and serve a greater noble or imperial heir.

I... don't need my father to find any solutions.

……

At that moment, Paruru looked at the awkward father and daughter in front of her and gently explained:

"Magic and shamanic magic are just two different names, with different methods of control, but the essence is the same. Therefore, I can see the problem in Miss Miller, or rather, I can sense it."

Viscount Miller immediately tensed up: "Then, is there a solution?!"

Esther shuddered, took a deep breath as if releasing pent-up emotions: "You want a child who can use magic so badly! Just have another one! You can't control your lower body anyway!"

After saying that, she ran outside as if escaping a nightmare.

"Estelle! That's not what I meant..."

Viscount Miller had just stood up to give chase when Paruru gently called out, "Viscount, it's no use chasing after him now..."

She watched Esther's departing figure, a slight smile playing on her lips: "That was an ancient and mysterious aura, or perhaps the source. I have a feeling that Miss Miller can solve her own problem."

Paruru's words stunned Viscount Miller, who sat there dumbfounded, trying to figure out what she meant. But Paruru's father, the giant bear Weston, couldn't sit still any longer.

"What do you mean 'not chasing'?! I brought her, Miss Miller, here to ask her what she and that young governor were whispering about! Did she have any intelligence about the Sochi province afterwards? That guy said he was willing to do business with us! But he didn't even come to chat with me at the banquet! Instead, he stayed in the room with Miss Miller for so long! And! Paruru, you said you felt that the magic guns used by the soldiers here had the aura of holy spirits, right? But you wouldn't let me steal one! Only she has ever captured one!"

Weston's words caused both men present to change their expressions. Paruru, who had just been calm, mysterious, and wise, suddenly turned around, her eyes wide, and shouted at her father:

"Oh? Is that so? I thought she was just asked to bring money to settle the Viscount's bill..."

Viscount Miller's eyes widened in disbelief: "Wait, wait, what did you say? That governor brat spent a long time in the room with my daughter???"

For a moment, the three looked at each other in disbelief. After a second of silence, they rushed towards the tavern door... and then got stuck in the door...

"Wait, slow down! Father, you're squeezing us too hard! You'll crush us to death!"

"I was being very careful! If it weren't for you guys, I would have smashed the door and walls down!"

"What's going on with that governor kid?!"

……

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. Liuxia had no idea that at this moment, outside the castle, there was an old father worried that his family's cabbage had been stolen.

Having just enjoyed herself, she felt a bit refreshed. Ryuka got up and picked up Kania, who was already exhausted from being teased. The little witch's body was trembling, and even the slightest touch made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. The potion had almost seeped into her mucous membranes, making Ryuka feel warm and incredibly comfortable against her skin.

"Alright, time for the second round~ The first round was just an appetizer, now it's really starting~"

At this moment, Nemi, who had been watching for a while, suddenly stepped forward and said to Ryūka with longing eyes, "M-Master, I want to join too..."

Have you thought it through?

Faced with Ryūka's question, Nemi simply grabbed his arm and guided his fingers inside her maid's skirt. A warm, slippery sensation instantly washed over him; the viscous, clear fluid made the undergarment and the shadow guard girl's skin cling tightly together. When Ryūka's fingers separated them, he could feel a slippery little mouth sucking on his fingers as if it were alive…

"Um... do you think I've thought it through..."

Before even joining the game, Nemi was already swaying her slender waist back and forth with Ryuka's fingers between her fingers. Ryuka smiled and pulled her fingers out, dabbing the clear, stringy juice on them onto Nemi's panting, sweet lips.

"Looks clear enough now~"

Ryuka watched as the shadow guard girl, her eyes glazed, licked her fingers clean. Then, she patted Kania's bottom in her arms, causing the little witch's body to tremble and leak a puddle of fluid. Her flesh quivered as she took limp steps and began the second round of the game...

Finally, Kania got what she wanted this time; it seems that Ryusha didn't make things difficult for her.

After being spanked five hundred times, she went up and moved herself... her score was five. She clutched the card tightly, her pitiful posture changed, and she moved closer to Ryūka.

"Here!"

Seeing the little witch's smug look, I thought it was some kind of reward. Then, she obediently got down on all fours and picked up the board with her mouth, her expectant eyes wanting Ryuka to play with it, her round, white buttocks swaying.

But we still have to wait for the others, and it seems everyone is 'lucky' this time. The shadow guard sisters, Zona and Nemi, will perform oral service together, while the others will either reach a certain number of climaxes or fulfill one of Ryuka's requests.

It was as if Liu Xia had manipulated the outcome, resulting in everyone being treated equally. The women all rolled their eyes at him, but were satisfied with the result and made inviting gestures.

Ryuka chuckled, assuring them that the subsequent card draws would be absolutely random and fair, and then gave them orders.

Hafulen and Megan formed a human cushion, allowing Kania to climb on and perform a dogeza pose in mid-air. Space was left in the middle for the two shadow guard girls to crawl inside, providing comfortable service while Ryūsha punished Kania.

As for the others, they obediently sent themselves to the muddiest edge, waiting for their turn.

“Come here, Nemi, I will teach you how to serve your master, especially how to use your throat.”

Zona pulled Nemi down and crawled under, while Ryusha swung the paddle at Kania, making the little witch look at him with wet, sweet eyes as she counted off with muffled groans and cries, biting her lip and revealing an intoxicated expression.

Then, each person experienced three to five blissful moments, sprawled out on the large bed, panting heavily. Even after satisfying herself three times, Liu Xia remained full of energy.

However, this was only the second round... The mature, seductive knight, his breasts being sucked by other girls while he mercilessly whipped himself; the great mage, his belly filled with unbearable potions, enduring the boy's thrusts until he nearly fainted... One after another, the beauties gradually forgot about the game and the scores, becoming hopelessly addicted to the pleasure with their beloved boys. In their spare time, they recovered their strength and soon wrapped their delicate bodies around him again...

After undergoing a series of 'lessons', Nemi finally dragged her already restless body to receive her master's favor.

Although she was warned that it would hurt the first time, the shadow guard girl didn't care about that. She hugged the boy's neck tightly and rubbed her flat stomach against the naughty thing between them that made everyone feel like they were dying.

As her guide, Zona gently supported her master's treasure and slowly guided it toward her good friend.

"It's alright, the dark magic to relieve the pain has already been used, and the contraceptive magic runes have been inscribed. Nimi, you just need to relax... Of course, remember to control your body and serve your master well..."