Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

This was still within the limits of her great knightly physique; otherwise, given her towering size and weight, she would probably have been pierced through long ago. It wasn't that it hadn't happened before, but that time Megan, clinging to Ryusha, trembled uncontrollably as if having a seizure, her whole body spraying water like a broken showerhead. The feeling of being invaded in that deepest little room filled her with both fascination and terror; after all, for three whole days afterward, she felt like she couldn't straighten her back.

"Alright, since you did a good job this time, I won't bully you anymore."

After Megan danced up and down on his waist for a long time, Ryusha finally prepared to end his first release of the day. He held Megan's plump, white buttocks tightly in his hands, and after securing them, he launched a fierce thrust. The female knight clinging to the dry stone platform babbled incoherently. Amid her screams, Ryusha let out a low growl and released.

At the same time, out of the corner of Liuxia's eye, she seemed to see the patterns on the mural subtly moving, as if forming new characters...

"No way?"

Thinking of the Dark Elves' open-mindedness, Ryuka vaguely guessed what was going on.

"Hey, Megan, go and call Zona and the others over, and see who's awake and available right now, call them all over."

Ryūsha patted Megan, who was still trembling as she clung to the stone platform, but found her unresponsive. She only twitched twice with a soft "pop" when he pulled out. Upon closer inspection, he discovered Megan was drooling with her mouth agape, but the muscles in her thighs and arms were still taut, making her cling to the narrow altar like a monkey…

Ryusha sighed and had no choice but to send a message to Hetia through the Hall of Consciousness:

"Hetia, see if any of them are free, and have them come over here for a bit... especially Zona and the others..."

Chapter 45 The Dark Elves' Methods and Power Upgrades

As night fell and the lights of Sochi Castle illuminated the scene, Kania was taking stock of a pile of papal books, while Kira, who was also working overtime beside her, was doing the same. Her eyes followed the account book in her hands as she quickly calculated the figures and made notes.

"Ahhhhhh! Why! Why are we both working overtime! Why didn't Ryuka invite us to her silver party?!"

The quiet of the book's pages was broken only by Kania's pitiful voice. Kira sighed and said to Kania:

"You think that's a good thing? Zona said that Ryūka is trying to awaken the secrets of the underground altar by using the social habits of the dark elves. Who knows how long they'll have to work with Ryūka? If it gets really troublesome, those three or four of them might get thoroughly ravaged..."

"I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!!!"

Kania threw a tantrum like a child. She suddenly stood up, clenched her small fist, and slammed it hard against her crotch. A dull thud echoed with her grief and indignation. That was, of course, the chastity belt between her legs...

"I don't want to carry this thing anymore!!"

The only response to Kania's tantrums was Kira's silence. Kira had heard Kania complain countless times during this period, and because Kania couldn't be intimate with Ryuka, she had even used "sisterly affection" to blackmail Kira into abstaining from sex with her. This was also why Kira, unable to bear Kania's pitiful pleas, was still here late at night, comforting herself...

There was no other way; the sooner the accounts and inventory of Sochi City were sorted out, the sooner the situation would improve. As for the underground altar, which was related to the dark elves, Kira didn't care about the ancient history of her bloodline. To her, she was simply Kira, the treasurer of Sochi City. Perhaps one day she would revert to the name Kira Duke, but none of that mattered. She had demonstrated her value, and she was irreplaceable to this territory and her still somewhat childish lover.

As she watched Kania's wry smile, an indescribable feeling welled up from the depths of her heart. Kira couldn't help but look around suspiciously, but apart from the guards and maids, there was nothing unusual in the castle. Still, she inexplicably stood up and slowly walked to the window, looking out. Something seemed to be drifting in the darkness, heading towards the Sochi Cathedral. The moonlight through the clouds seemed somewhat eerie, and the jewelry around Kira's neck that suppressed her dark elf bloodline became hot at that moment, leading her to a suspicion: "Could it be?"

At that moment, from within the dark underground temple, a faint, dying plea for mercy echoed:

"No, no... please spare me..."

Heflian crawled forward naked, using both hands and feet. Her beautiful flesh glistened with sweat, and the area beneath her was a mess. With each step, she left behind a large amount of water and white fluid, and her eyes were filled with terror.

Ryuka is acting very strangely today.

Normally, he was almost always erect, but when he was having sex with them, he would hold back a bit, using varying pressure, speed, and rhythm to create a truly intoxicating experience...

And just from the halfway point, their little lovers almost went into a frenzy!

On the stone platform of the altar, Ryuka was still relentlessly thrusting into Hetia. The poor red-haired female knight was like a dead fish, only writhing and groaning incoherently, occasionally coughing up mouthfuls of the scalding liquor she had been forced down her throat. Her fiery hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and the waves of her breasts danced wildly with the boy's frenzied thrusts. Her beautiful white feet dangled and swayed as if dead, but every two minutes they would tense up with astonishing force, arching high diagonally upwards, the trembling, rounded toes proving that the owner of those beautiful feet had climaxed once more…

As for Megan, the first female knight to suffer, she had already fainted to the side, but the amazing flesh on her buttocks was still trembling, and large amounts of viscous fluid were being squeezed out from her front and back in rhythm. Her throat was sticky and she was uttering dreamlike murmurs.

Another pair of seemingly abnormal individuals were the half-dark elves, Zona and Nemi. As if they were on drugs, despite enduring Ryusha's torment, they remained nestled on either side of him, licking the sweat from the boy's body while urging their young master to thrust harder. Their long, beautiful legs were even wrapped around Ryusha's body, feeling the friction from his intense thrusts.

Melanie, on the other hand, was more clever. After enduring half an hour of relentless, rapid onslaught from Ryusha at seven or eight times per second, she excused herself, her legs trembling, and excused herself to fetch some bedding and drinks for them to continue. She then limped away, clutching her knees and lower back. This infuriated Hafulen. Damn it! These magicians are too cunning!

Just as Hefren was about to reach the cave entrance, a pair of soft little hands grabbed her ankle. When Hefren turned around in horror, she saw Nemi, looking drunk, dragging her backward. The scene, accompanied by the twisted, glowing runes on the cave walls, was like a nightmare! Hefren grinned, then pleaded with a wry smile towards Ryusha, who was sitting on the altar, holding Zona and bobbing up and down in her arms:

"Ryu, Ryuka... wake up... this is not normal! Oh~ Nemi! No! Don't touch me there!"

"I know."

Holding Zona in her arms, Ryusha gently bit her neck, revealing a pair of crazed yet weary eyes as she looked at Hefren, demonstrating to her in a hoarse, low voice that she was still rational.

There was no other way; Ryuu could sense the changes at the altar becoming increasingly apparent. Spiritual energy was slowly gathering there, and the runes on the walls were becoming clearer, indicating that success was imminent. This was all thanks to Zona and Nemi, the two half-dark elves, acting as intermediaries. If they were pure-blooded, perhaps this much effort wouldn't be necessary.

With a low growl, Ryuga once again filled Zona's already swollen and red body, causing her brown belly to bulge slightly. At this moment, he finally sensed the obvious change in the place. Without turning around, Ryuga felt that the bright moon on the mural behind him had already lit up with a bewitching light, enveloping everyone here.

An astonishing power began to erupt! It was not a power that could be understood, such as battle aura or magic! Rather, it was a kind of rule, but this power had long been eroded by the years and had become extremely broken, making Liu Xia realize that he had the possibility of fighting against it, or even conquering it!

"A fragment of a Moon-level deity! If you absorb it, you can fully obtain Earth-level authority!"

With the prompting from his mind, Ryuka instantly summoned the golden scepter, and at the same time, the secret technique taught to him by Chloe was activated! The magic power within Ryuka's body transformed into a higher form, surging wildly into the scepter in his hand, allowing him to unleash his domain to fight against that power.

In the intertwining of power and consciousness, Ryuga seemed to see a cold, evil, and alluring figure, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities. Her power was in no way inferior to the ancient gods Ryuga had seen in Chloe's memories, but Ryuga felt no fear. Even though it was difficult, he took a step forward despite the pressure.

"You are the god worshipped by the dark elves, aren't you?"

"A stray dog ​​that abandoned some of its people and fled to another continent with its tail between its legs! Now it's putting on a show of intimidation!"

"Your followers are no longer here! I am the one who protects and controls their descendants!"

"The last bit of power you left here will obediently become my sustenance!!!"

With a defiant roar, Ryuka's power reached its peak, instantly shattering the divine power sealed within the stone wall. A blinding light flashed across the cave wall, and the twisted runes, their brilliance fading, immediately solidified. The figure Ryuka had sensed vanished completely, leaving only several orbs of light of varying sizes floating in the air, orbs visible only to Ryuka.

"Huh, huh..."

As Liuxia gasped for breath, he reached out and grasped the orbs of light, absorbing their power. In that instant, he understood why the presence of 'spirits' was so weak at the eastern end of this continent.

Before leaving this continent, the deity worshipped by the dark elves left a sliver of power for her people to believe in. However, she could not reciprocate this power to the dark elves; instead, she continued to absorb and suppress the spiritual energy of this land, preventing any naturally occurring powerful spirits from emerging here for hundreds or thousands of years.

Simply put, it's about occupying a spot, eating, and not doing any work...

The remaining dark elves naturally grew weaker and weaker, eventually merging completely with the local humans until the ancestors of the Duke family conquered the area. The fragments of power left behind by this dark elf goddess remained hidden within this altar, concealing themselves from the papacy.

"What a sinister rat..." Mei Youyong, are you free? Lin Zaizai, are you free yet...?

Ryusha smiled wryly. The method to awaken this power was to engage in unrestrained sexual intercourse with people of dark elf blood—a method that the Holy See probably couldn't have conceived of or implemented even in ten thousand years. But the Payne family probably guessed it, which is why they were so eager to occupy Sochi, especially to defeat the Duke clan.

And to Heflian's astonishment, Ryusha vanished from the spot in a flash of light...

After absorbing those orbs of light, tender shoots sprouted from the cracks within the desolate and ancient hall of the Leader's Token, adding a touch of life to this deathly world. Branches also entwined the bare throne. After appearing there, Ryuga slowly ascended the throne and sat down. Here, he could hear the sighs of the entire earth, and feel every breeze and stream of water, as if they were part of his own body.

"Congratulations."

Appearing beside her was Yu, who seemed somewhat delighted. She also seemed to have changed, her demeanor now possessing a more divine quality. Though beautiful and captivating, for some reason, Ryuka felt no desire for Yu, as if she were still a fleeting shadow, not belonging to this world. Yu approached Ryuka, slowly bowing beneath the throne, kneeling on one knee, and cupping in her hands the orbs of light that Ryuka had just absorbed.

The greatest power had already merged with Ryūka, while the remaining fragments of power floated in Yu's hand, and Ryūka now knew their purpose.

"You are now my worthy master. Please use them to choose your followers... This power is hard-won, so please choose carefully..."

There were only three orbs of light in her hand, seemingly indicating that Ryūka could only elevate three of her followers to a higher level. However, she hadn't anticipated that Ryūka, sensing her own power, would casually grab the three orbs of light and then…

crumb!

To Yu's astonishment, the shattered light fragments swirled around Ryuu's fingertips like dust. Feeling the power in his hand, the boy jokingly remarked:

"Making choices is a hassle. I want them all. I'm a philanthropist, you know..."

Yu's expression was one of utter astonishment. She murmured to herself, "To be able to control and distribute spiritual power so freely... it's almost like being a true god... Is this a natural talent, or an accident?"

As Ryuka flicked her finger, points of light flowed into the hall, and the sculptures of the girls who followed Ryuka, whether finished or unfinished, slowly turned into physical forms, even Kania was no exception.

In the present world, their bodies vanished instantly. At this moment, they all felt the same as Ryūka: they had become something more transcendent, and this power came from the boy on the throne.

"Uh, welcome? Where should I begin?"

Seeing the bewildered and at a loss look on the other girls besides Kania and Hetia, Ryuka smiled knowingly, like a host who didn't know how to entertain guests, yet still exuding a certain confidence...

Inside the palace, Princess Tipalotura awoke once more from her slumber. She lifted the light veil beside her bed, gazed at the distant stars, and said, somewhat lost in thought:

"The conditions for opening the door have been met, but they're even better than I expected—no, far too better..."

She gripped the veil with a slight tightening of her hand, her expression a mixture of anticipation and unease, as if facing a challenge.

"But from now on, my path will probably diverge from that person's..."

"I hope we can call it quits here. Is that what Elias said?"

Within the dimly lit hall, a woman seated on a throne questioned him in a cold, clear voice. Below her, a high priest knelt, bowing his head as if worshipping a goddess, and said:

"It's like this, Lady Carmela..."

"Ok?"

“I mean… Carmela… Your Majesty…”

The woman on the throne chuckled softly, her voice shifting between cool nobility, captivating charm, and divine aura. Though her face was obscured, the raised top of her white-gold boots gently nodded towards the priests below.

"Bring that 'base body' with you."

"Yes……"

Not long after, in the dimly lit hall, a white-haired figure entered devoutly and slowly knelt before Carmela. The girl's eyes were lifeless, like a doll; only after Carmela snapped her fingers did she open her pair of bright green eyes.

"This...this is...the courtroom? How did I get here? Wasn't I in Linhu Town? Lindsay? Lindsay?!"

Tap! Tap! From the shadows, Carmela's figure slowly descended. When Luminova saw who it was, she trembled instantly.

"You! You are..."

"Shh, be quiet, my child..."

As Carmela's voice rang out, Luminova fell into a trance-like state once more, and a pair of white hands cupped her face, while a pair of gleaming eyes met Luminova's deep green eyes...

"Now, let me see who's ruining my plans, and even Hinatil is helpless against them..."

Chapter 1 The Witch Who Specializes in Dragging People Down

Heart-wrenching cries echoed from the prison beneath Sochi Castle. The girl's sobs were tinged with a dreamlike groan, leaving listeners breathless and parched.

Yurina, dressed in a maid outfit, sat on a chair at the corner of the corridor, her legs pressed together, her body taut, her unease and tension palpable.

The sound coming from behind her was the incoherent cry of her former master, Adela.

This was the third day already, and each day, the victorious Ryusha's arrival time grew longer and longer, while Adela's cries became increasingly pitiful. However, Yurina could sense from those melodious sobs that her young mistress's voice had evolved from pure pain to growing increasingly anxious and impatient.

This sound was unbearable for the vibrant eighteen-year-old Yurina, even though her only responsibility was to oversee Adela's daily life and prevent her from doing anything foolish. But every time Yurina saw Adela, legs slightly apart, pitifully squatting, cleaning up the mess left by Ryusha's discipline, she couldn't bear it and wanted to help. However, this kindness vanished instantly when she saw the protruding vacuum straw on Adela's crotch…

She didn't want to be treated like that by Ryuka.

Yurina was saddened by her own cowardice and escapism. Moreover, she felt foolish for not being able to completely abandon Adela, even though she had already betrayed her.

"Oh! Oh oh oh!! Please, please... let me rest... it's going to break... sob sob..."

Hearing the sound, Yulina grabbed a large bottle of cold water beside her and gulped it down her throat, suppressing the heat and unease in her heart. Amidst her labored breathing, the sound of footsteps approached from the dungeon entrance.

"Who...who is it?"

Ryūka didn't like being disturbed while playing, even the shadow guards were sent away. Yūlina didn't want to see Adela's pitiful state, and Adela didn't want to show that ugly side to others. So Yūlina could only guard the entrance to the cell, and this was the first time someone had come by while Ryūka was being disciplined.

Yulina looked at the girl walking towards her with some wariness. Her gorgeous purple hair seemed to sparkle with starlight. She had a tall and straight figure and a charming smile. Even Yulina, who was also a girl, couldn't help but admire her in her heart. There was a girl who was so much prettier than Miss Adela.

"Kanya." The little witch extended a hand to Yulina warmly, completely ignoring the mesmerizing cries, as if their meeting was taking place in a perfectly normal environment.

Yurina had heard of Kania; according to Adela's intelligence, she was Ryūka's secretary and lover. Yet, this favorite of Ryūka was behaving so kindly and warmly towards Yurina, a prisoner, which made Yurina feel somewhat uneasy. Faced with Kania's outstretched hand, Yurina hesitated nervously for a long time before finally lifting the hems of her skirt, bending her slender waist towards Kania, and introducing herself:

"Yurina, Miss Kania."

Kania smiled faintly, unconcerned by Yulina's apparent distance, and instead became even more gentle towards her. She casually peeked behind Yulina and then asked her:

"Did Liuxia send you to keep watch here? Could you please inform her and ask if I can go in?"

"This……"

Yurina appeared somewhat conflicted. Firstly, she didn't want to go in and witness Adela's humiliation. However, Kania addressed her as 'Ryusha' instead of 'Governor,' which made Yurina realize that her relationship with Ryusha must be unusual. And since she wasn't a guard, but merely a prisoner who had betrayed her, Yurina couldn't refuse Kania's respectful attitude, especially seeing that Kania seemed to be holding a document, suggesting something important.

So Yulina could only turn her blushing face away and say, "I...I'm not a guard, you don't need to beg me like that, just go in by yourself..."

Unexpectedly, Kania suddenly bent down, made a pleading gesture, and smiled at Yurina, saying, "Please! If I go in like this and disturb Ryūka, he'll be unhappy. Please help me, okay?"

The somewhat flustered Yurina completely failed to notice the sly glint in Kania's eyes.

After Ryūka successfully absorbed the power left behind by the Dark Elf Goddess and obtained the Earth-level authority, Kania also became Ryūka's familiar. As long as she was within Ryūka's territory, which was the entire Sochi area, the little witch no longer needed to worry about the influence of the Primordial Witch Bell, and thus successfully got rid of the chastity belt between her legs.

This also caused Kania to revert to her previous 'playful' mindset. Faced with such an obedient maid as Yurina, the wicked little witch felt that Ryuka was really foolish not to take her into his possession as well.

Look at this shy and innocent maid! Although Yurina's short, dark brown hair and eyes are rather ordinary, her dignified and respectful maid-like demeanor, cultivated from childhood as a servant, perfectly suits this ordinary yet beautiful girl. Especially the way her large, bright eyes look conflicted after just a few words, and how she unconsciously bites her lower lip and wavers restlessly, makes Kania feel that Ryūka is such a waste!

Kania didn't care how many girls Ryuka already had around him; to him, picking flowers meant carefully nurturing them. But Kania, being a witch, believed in the mentality of "might as well have some fun," thinking that her little lover deserved this privilege, and that it was reasonable to take these girls and then discard them.

A witch is willful and capricious; a witch is alluring and deceptive. That's why Kania deceives Yurina in this way, trying to gradually turn her into a gift for Ryuka in her own way.

After all, in Kania's eyes, that's how Ryūka is. When you ask him if he wants it, he says it's too much trouble and he doesn't want it, but when it's actually placed in front of him, he accepts it.

"Okay, alright..."

Yurina sighed helplessly. She took a deep breath and walked towards Adela's cell. Although calling out to Ryūka would be heard here, it wasn't the proper behavior for a maid. Whether dealing with her master or guest, an audience and notification had become Yurina's habit, even if the scene ahead made her feel…uncomfortable…