Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

Tipalotura's gaze narrowed slightly as she murmured softly, staring blankly at the fiery pillar of light that stretched across the night sky. Since her birth, the Otus Empire had not witnessed such a magnificent phenomenon of a Heavenly Rank advancement for a very long time.

Ryuu and Gerberi are naturally different matters: Ryuu possesses fragments of order, meaning she exists in a completely different dimension from other beings in this world; while Gerberi has witch blood, and even if she were to reach the Heavenly Rank, she wouldn't exhibit many unusual phenomena. Perhaps these two special powers are protecting their hosts to avoid attracting the attention of the world. Furthermore, the realms of the power of order and the witch's destiny are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, especially for Ryuu, for whom the threshold of the Heavenly Rank is like a shallow ditch that can be easily crossed.

But for ordinary people, entering the Celestial Rank is equivalent to entering a completely different realm of life. At this moment, Olivia's life, tempered by spiritual energy, radiated a dazzling light. The rising aura could even inspire boundless hope in the hearts of those who witnessed it—after decades, the Otus Empire had finally given birth to a brand new Celestial Rank powerhouse once again.

This unexpected good news was a tremendous boost to everyone stationed at Thunder Fortress. The decline of the empire's power might be difficult for ordinary people to perceive over time, but Lady Sophie's aging year by year and her increasingly rare appearances in public were facts they could not ignore.

Now, Olivia, who inherited Lady Sophie's bloodline, has successfully broken through to the Heavenly Rank, undoubtedly injecting new strength into the hearts of the people of Thunder Fortress who guard the southern border of the empire.

Could this mean the resurgence of the Otus Empire...? Tipalotura stared at the flames, while Ryusha's indifferent voice reached her ears.

"Yes, it's much faster than I expected."

Compared to Tipalotura's complex emotions, Ryusha's expression remained calm and composed, showing no surprise whatsoever. This was the outcome he had planned, so naturally, he wasn't surprised at all.

But his excessive calmness caused Tipalotura to slowly turn around and quietly observe him with an unusually profound gaze. That gaze was cold and detached, intertwined with confusion, inquiry, and a few unfathomable complexities, as if Ryusaku was shrouded in an invisible barrier, out of step with the world around him.

This made Liu Xia feel uncomfortable under her gaze, and she couldn't help but ask:

"what happened?"

“It’s nothing.” Tipalotura shook her head gently, her tone faint and indifferent, as if the two were close at hand, yet separated by two unreachable worlds.

"It just suddenly struck me that Liu Xiaqing was like an observer standing offstage. Whether it was the dramatic fates of others or your own great achievements being performed on stage, you always maintained an indifferent and detached attitude."

"Is it that obvious?" Ryusha raised an eyebrow, not denying Tipalotura's words. This princess had been with him day and night for months since Sochi. He might be able to play the role of a qualified leader in front of the people, but that was just an act. Deep down, he was just a rebellious and playful boy.

"It's more than obvious." Her gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of hidden gravity creeping into her voice. "Although I don't know why, I always feel that this detached indifference might one day kill you..."

Liu Xia frowned even more deeply, inwardly cursing. This princess's thoughts were always unpredictable; just moments ago she was entangled in ambiguous affection with him, and now she was uttering such serious and slightly harsh words.

But he also knew that Tipalotura possessed the strange precognitive ability to glimpse the trajectory of fate, and her reminder was by no means empty talk. He couldn't help but calm down and think about it seriously.

Bystanders...

He suddenly understood the deeper meaning behind Tipalotura's words. As a transmigrator from another world who had gained powerful abilities, he had already come to see himself as the protagonist of the story, and unconsciously developed a somewhat detached attitude. He viewed everyone and every conflict around him as if he were experiencing a role-playing game, subconsciously maintaining a distance from this world.

But now, he is deeply embroiled in the power struggles between various forces: witches and order, empires and the papacy, the existence of gods and the chosen ones... and other entanglements of destiny. If he continues to maintain this detached and indifferent outsider mentality, he might one day, as Tipalotura said, make a careless mistake due to his dulled senses and crash down.

Seeing Ryūsha deep in thought, Tipalotura dropped her aloof demeanor and teased him:

"The way you look is not like a child. How about you try to open up to your older sister a little?"

The girl before him was truly eccentric, sometimes aloof, sometimes gentle and kind—perhaps this was what a witch was like. But being teased by Tipalotura, Ryuka felt a surge of defiant stubbornness and huffed at her:

"Your Highness isn't that much older than me, is he? You expect me to open up? Your Highness clearly has quite a few secrets of your own, like what about Sister Anyaberg. What do you plan to do about that?"

Although Melanie had mentioned this to her, Tipalotura hadn't consulted with Ryūka about it. Anjaberg might have been her subordinate before, but now she followed her, and given the connection to her family, Ryūka couldn't possibly be indifferent. As for Tipalotura, Anjaberg's sister was someone who had betrayed her faction and possessed information about the princess that Ryūka was unaware of.

Given Tipalottura's composure, would she let such a person off the hook just because she is Anyaberg's sister? Perhaps at this very moment, a witch, acting on Tipalottura's orders, has already gone to investigate this matter.

Instead of responding directly to Ryūsha's counterattack, Tipalotura chuckled and said:

"And what about the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith? Did they send someone to contact you privately? This matter is also related to our visit to the Bauhinia Kingdom, and you didn't discuss it with me, did you, Liu Xiaqing?"

Ryūka's eyelids twitched. Indeed, as Tipalotura had said, he hadn't completely trusted her either. This mutual distrust and pretense between them couldn't be erased by a few steamy encounters. But considering Tipalotura's earlier warning, Ryūka realized that he and Tipalotura needed to reach a consensus before facing the Bauhinia Kingdom and the Chosen Ones.

Seeing Ryūka's furrowed brow relax as if deflated, Tipalotura understood that the boy before her had softened his resolve towards her, and the distance between them thus drew closer...

What a troublesome yet strong-willed young man~ Adhering to the principle of not rushing things, Tipalottura chuckled softly, letting the tension between the two recoil aside. She gently pointed to Gerberi, still bound by gel tentacles, and then, with a smile, looked towards Ryusha's crotch, bringing up the topic of the night again:

"Let's put that aside for now. It seems to have rested well~ How about it, Gerberly? She's still waiting for you~"

Chapter 25 The Female Knight's Abs

"Very well! After this period of time has passed, I will have a proper discussion with Your Highness."

Provoked by Tipalotura's words, Ryusha naturally stopped thinking about those troublesome matters. He could only wait until they were on their way to the Bauhinia Kingdom to slowly negotiate with the princess. Especially seeing Tipalotura's playful way of yielding and easily changing the subject, Ryusha helplessly raised his hand to rub the strands of hair on his head. His black hair was tousled and messy from scratching, showing that he was helpless against this bewitching princess.

Even though Ryūka still looked at her with lingering resentment in his eyes, Tipalotura felt no unease whatsoever. On the contrary, she found his appearance particularly lively and endearing. Rather than resentment, Tipalotura felt it was more the boy's dissatisfaction at being teased. She even secretly harbored a thought of reaching out to ruffle his messy hair.

Given Liu Xia's current state of suppressed anger, if she rashly provokes her, Liu Xia will surely explode in a rage on the spot, right? This thought flashed through Tipalotura's mind, and a faint, meaningful smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. Liu Xia was completely bewildered, unable to guess what she was thinking. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, 'This woman is truly unsettling. My witch is much more obedient!' Then, in a huff, she strode towards Gerberi beside her.

The female knight, who had been firmly bound by the gel tentacles for a long time, had gradually calmed down. Having just witnessed the tender interaction between the princess and Ryusha, Gerberly had been deeply infatuated, her mind and body exceptionally sensitive and easily aroused. A fine layer of sweat clung to her lithe and slender body, clinging to her fair and firm, beautiful form.

But the two men, captivated by Olivia's breakthrough, inexplicably struck up a conversation and took a nap, leaving her, in such an embarrassing state, completely ignored! The cool night breeze gently caressed her skin, which was glistening with a light sweat from her arousal, causing her to shiver and gradually shed the feverish heat of her passion. Her erratic breathing slowly returned to normal. And the slight recovery of her strength also steadied her wavering resolve…

That's how it should be.

But when Ryūka's gaze returned to her, whom he had long neglected, Gerberly's heart suddenly raced wildly again. Her composure, broken by the boy's disdainful and resentful gaze, crumbled instantly. Her relaxed limbs tensed again, and the gel tentacles bound her even tighter, causing her to let out a muffled groan of discomfort…

"Ugh, ugh—"

Gerberly watched as Liu Xia removed her soaking wet clothes, casually tossed them aside, and walked towards her step by step, revealing her tall, slender figure. Her lips and teeth were sealed, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva nervously. Her usually heroic nose twitched slightly, and her breathing became involuntarily rapid.

What kind of look is that?! It's dissatisfaction mixed with disgust, as if being with him is a troublesome task. He doesn't seem interested at all, which is completely different from his usual frivolous demeanor!

Gerberi watched as Ruka, who had just argued with Tipalotura, approached her with such cold indifference. The way Ruka disdainfully undressed made Gerberi's heart race for some reason, especially as the lips between her legs, which had just calmed down, began to involuntarily contract again…

The boy's condescending gaze, as if scrutinizing an object, made Gerberly grit her teeth, resisting the witch's blood surging with shame.

"Hmph~~~ So that's how it is, Miss Gerberly. Do you like me looking at you like that?"

A glint of light flashed in Ryuga's eyes. He activated the power given to him by Bell, and had already seen through the chaotic desires in Gerberi's heart what she wanted at this moment.

"Being trampled and toyed with underfoot by the younger boy you hate most, your dignity utterly destroyed in front of the prince you care about most, and emitting pathetic sow-like squeals... Miss Gerberly, your desires are truly despicable~"

Ryuka recounted the heart-pounding images she had glimpsed in Gerberi's heart, her disdainful gaze making Gerberi unable to meet her eyes. Then, she reached out and lifted Gerberi's white nightgown, which was completely bare beneath her.

The white dress, soaked with the female knight's fragrant sweat and blown by the evening breeze, felt cool to the touch and exuded a strong feminine scent. Unlike the intoxicating fragrance of Tipalotura, Gerberi's scent was like pungent alcohol or strong perfume, mixed with a reassuring mature woman's sweaty aroma. Although the word 'mature woman' wasn't quite appropriate for Gerberi, given that she was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and her face and figure exuded mature charm, her virginity always carried a touch of immature stubbornness, sometimes making her seem more childlike than other women.

Especially after seeing her without her heavy armor, her body was actually quite agile, even full of energy, with a waist and long legs brimming with youthful vitality. Her full breasts and peach-like buttocks possessed a maturity beyond Hetia's, yet weren't as exaggerated as Megan's. And when she was being scrutinized, she didn't display the anger one would show when other women were first disciplined by him, but rather a girlish shyness…

"Ugh... Huff... Huff—"

Seeing that Gerberi's breathing quickened simply from lifting her skirt, Ryusha couldn't help but smile. This woman, who had been so arrogant in front of him before, even resisting when he spanked her, was now acting so innocent and shy. It seemed that the image of Tipalotura, whom she admired most, kneeling and licking her had truly had a profound impact on her!

Feeling Ryuka's hand slip under her skirt, Gerberly instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together, but they were firmly bound by the gel tentacles. Even the slightest movement only made her firm, full thighs feel even more aroused. Ryuka knew exactly what she was afraid of; her pink labia were already dripping wet again. Touching them now would surely feel like touching a hot, slippery mess.

But Ryusha didn't rush to do that. Instead, he stretched his hand up and placed his palm on Gerberly's flat and firm abdomen!

"Well!!!"

Just the touch to her stomach made Gerberly jump! Beneath her soft skin, her well-trained abdominal muscles involuntarily contracted and tensed. Meanwhile, Ryuuka gently stroked her powerful, feminine waist, his fingers teasing the muscle lines of her abdomen, feeling the disproportionately firm muscles beneath the thin layer of soft feminine fat, treating this celestial witch's abdomen like a plaything!

"Wow, that's amazing! She's even stronger than a real female knight, yet her skin is still incredibly soft. What's the workings of a witch knight? Your Highness, won't you explain it to me?"

Hearing Ryūka's unhurried, inquisitive tone, as if he were examining an object, Gerberly's breathing quickened. Especially since he was questioning the very prince she spent every day with! Wasn't this just making her look even more foolish in front of the prince?! That Ryūka! He's utterly despicable!

Ugh! It would have been fine if it had just been inserted! Wouldn't it have ended quickly if it had been inserted?! What the hell is this bastard trying to do?!

Her heart screamed, and Ruka stirred her body back into a state of arousal. As if responding to her inner roar, her small mouth involuntarily opened and closed at the center of her pink and white mound, which was spread apart by the tentacles, as if sucking in air, truly anticipating Ruka's entry!

Chapter 26 The Secrets of the Past and Abdominal Glue

Every subtle tremor and panic in Gerberi's body was observed by Ryusha. The more restless and uneasy she became, the more deliberate and patient Ryusha became, deliberately teasing and stirring her heartstrings little by little.

His palm gently caressed the female knight's firm and shapely waist and abdomen, the touch firm yet delicate, her skin glistening with a thin layer of fragrant sweat. His fingertips, with a hint of mischief, lightly brushed against her small, exquisite navel.

"Mmm! Mmm~~ Hmm hmm!! Hmm~~~"

Watching her throat tremble, clearly embarrassed yet unable to utter a sound, Liu Xia's lips unconsciously curled into a playful smile. He mischievously tickled Gerberly's sensitive abdomen with his fingertips, watching her body twitch back and forth, yet firmly bound by the gel tentacles, only able to emit rapid, alluring breaths…

Beside her, watching her closest subordinate being so wantonly teased and whimpering as if pleading for help, Tipalottura calmly sat down on the edge of the bed and composedly answered the questions Ruka had raised earlier. However, a hint of reluctance in her eyes betrayed her inability to ignore Gerberi's distress. Perhaps because she believed this was inevitable, or perhaps because she had just abandoned all restraint and made many inappropriate advances with Ruka, Tipalottura could only acquiesce to Ruka's antics, forcing a calm and composed expression.

This indifferent attitude, seen through Gerberly's eyes, stirred up waves of bitterness and grievance within her, along with an unspeakable sense of shame that swept through her entire body, making her already tense body even more sensitive and stiff. As her body trembled, the nightgown, pushed up by her towering breasts, swayed back and forth, only making the two pinkish protrusions at the tips even firmer and more sensitive!

"So-called fighting spirit is the life energy that the human body condenses after cultivation. Therefore, everyone in the world can cultivate. Only the difference in physical constitution and aptitude creates the difference in speed and level."

Hearing Gerberi's muffled moans and gasps, Tipalotura deliberately ignored them, turning her head to slowly explain the principles of battle aura in a calm and steady tone.

"Ultimately, it's about the human body absorbing the meager magical and spiritual energy circulating between heaven and earth to nourish itself, a principle similar to the growth of magical beasts. Gerberly's witch power, however, is the type that directly tempers the physical body. Even in her childhood, she possessed a formidable physique capable of fighting ferocious beasts with her bare hands, and this strength only grew stronger over time, allowing her to condense battle qi at a speed far exceeding that of a normal knight. If it weren't for the concern that her rapid breakthroughs would cause her witch power to go berserk, she could have become a Heavenly Rank cultivator much earlier..."

Although she couldn't fathom the reason for Ryusha's sudden inquiry, Tipalottura, wanting to be honest with each other, answered in detail without any concealment. She also wanted to divert her attention from Gerberi, but the thought of the two of them spending their childhood together in the royal courtyard filled Tipalottura with a myriad of emotions.

After listening to her explanation, Ryusha's eyes suddenly lit up with a thoughtful look. The corners of his mouth curled up, which made Tipalotura and Gerberi's hearts tighten. They couldn't guess what kind of novel idea this boy, who was full of bad ideas about women, was plotting in his mind at this moment.

"No wonder~ When she was fighting the Earth Dragon Beast, she took the full force of Olivia's attack head-on, even falling into lava and melting her armor, yet she only suffered minor injuries. And now, she's so smooth you can't see a single mark~"

Sensing the subtle interest lurking in Ryūka's words, Tipalotura frowned slightly and quickly spoke up to remind her:

“That’s true, but Gerberly can still feel the full pain, especially when she encounters the Holy See’s holy magic that is specifically designed to counter witches… Anyway, don’t go too far.”

As she spoke, a barely concealed worry crept into Tipalotura's heart. She knew that Gerberi's personality was always fierce and proud; such a temperament, when tempered by the instinctive desires of a witch, could easily breed an excessive urge to be tormented and subdued...

But Gerberi was ultimately her closest relative, someone she had grown up with and who was like a sister to her. Deep down, she didn't want Ruka to be too harsh or cruel. However, to completely quell and suppress the restless witch power within Gerberi, she also needed to make her completely submissive. This dilemma tore Tipalotura apart. She could only try her best to explain Gerberi's physical characteristics clearly, hoping Ruka would understand the limits and not actually harm Gerberi.

"So that's how it is. So, besides the Holy See's sacred arts, her physical endurance and resistance are far beyond that of ordinary people? And her recovery is so fast..."

As Ryuka was saying this, looking at Gerberi in front of her with her eyes darting around and her mind uneasy, she once again used her ability to spy on the witch's desires, trying to see through Gerberi and find out what kind of person she really was!

A series of horrifying images flashed before her eyes, much like the ones before—excessive, gruesome scenes too disturbing to bear. However, like Tipalotura, the people in Gerberi's imagination were all herself. Indeed, apart from Ryūka himself, no one could truly awaken this fantasy within them. Simply because they were the most noble princesses of the continent and their knights, and also, at the same time, witches whom everyone feared and dared not look directly at!

But Ryukyu wasn't satisfied with what she saw, even though it represented Gerberi's greatest fear: being possessed by her. The power bestowed upon her by Bell continued to activate, and Ryukyu looked into the unfathomable desires and longings of the Witch Knight, wanting to reveal the most vulnerable aspect of her being, just as she had seen Tipalotura's yearning for maternal love before!

Contrary to Liuxia's expectations, deep within Gerberly's heart, he finally saw a scene different from those enchanting and immoral fantasies...

That's... Tipalotura? Ryusha frowned. Standing in the magnificent hall was indeed the young Tipalotura. But unlike the memories she had of before, she was now a few years older. Although still young, her eyes were filled with maturity and determination.

Was Gerberi's 'desire' Tipalotura? Could she really be a lesbian? As Ryuka was thinking this, she suddenly heard a sneer behind her!

"Hmph! She's called a princess, but she's nothing more than a bastard born of a witch! That Haragoria! Has he even forgotten the rules set by our ancestors? It seems that making him the emperor of Otus was a huge mistake!"

Haragoreia is the name of the current Emperor Ottus. The person who would address him so directly is…

Ryūsha turned around, and opposite Tipalotura stood an elderly man with gray hair, but still vigorous in spirit. He was dressed in magnificent clothes, and the golden pattern of the sacred tree on his collar shone brightly; without a doubt, he was a member of the Ottus royal family.

He sat on a wide and luxurious chair, befitting a prince. This blasphemous mockery did not change Tipalotura's expression in the slightest. Instead, a young general behind her gripped his spear with a cold expression.

"Your Highness, I cannot pretend I didn't hear those words!"

Although Liu Xia had never seen this general before, the familiarity in the young general's eyes and the spear in his hand that was slightly vibrating with battle aura made Liu Xia instantly realize his identity!

"Alvarez! Don't think that just because Haragoria let you break through to the Heavenly Rank, you can act arrogantly! Drawing your weapon against the royal family! Even if you're Haragoria's hound, you can't save your head!!!"

With a furious shout from the old man before him, Ryuka confirmed the man's identity. It was none other than Haifulian's father, the current leader of the Imperial Guard, General Alvarez. Humiliated in this way, the veins on his forehead bulged, revealing that even in his early thirties, he still harbored some youthful impulsiveness.

But a small, white hand slowly pressed down on the tip of his gun.

It was Tipalotura. At this moment, she was veiled, revealing only her deep blue, still eyes, which conveyed a sense of sorrow and isolation from the world.

"Grand Uncle, I'll ask you one more time, are you really unwilling to hand over the witch you hold?"

Her voice, though childish, carried an undeniable air of authority. A golden aura emanated from her, causing the old man opposite her to show a pained expression!

"Damn it... King Kranar's legacy... that bastard Haragoria... wasn't being bewitched by that damned witch enough...?! Even this power has been taken away!!!"

These words caused Tipalottura's eyes to darken. She released the gun she had been holding back and said calmly to Alvarez:

"General Alvarez, thank you for your help."

Alvarez grinned, his fierce gaze instantly locking onto the old man before him, and said calmly, "Yes, this is His Majesty's order!"

Having said that, he charged towards the old man like an arrow released from a bow! At the same time, waves of sound erupted around him, sending all the guards rushing towards him flying!

The power of a celestial being! In an instant, the spear was at the old prince's throat! But the next second, the space in front of Alvarez distorted!

Two women, dressed in sexy, gorgeous gowns with bare shoulders, appeared out of thin air before Alvarez like dancers. The two women, wielding four short swords, easily forced the young Imperial Tenth-Rank cultivator back! Not only that, but even the old prince vanished from his throne, leaving only his aged laughter echoing in the air…

"If you want my witch so badly, then come and take her yourself!"

Witches! Just as I expected! Ryuga looked at the two dancers. Although their auras were only at the level of a Grand Master, their coordination was seamless, and their moves were incredibly strange. They appeared and disappeared intermittently, their spatial abilities harassing Alvarez while concealing their master.

Even at the Heavenly Rank, Haifulian's father was unable to gain the upper hand for the time being. In the midst of the fierce competition, he suddenly heard the old prince shout:

"Useless bastard! Forget about that stray dog! Twist that little bastard's head off!"

A complex mix of emotions and reluctance flashed in the eyes of the two dancers, but they were still swayed by the old prince's voice, leaving them only with blind obedience and dependence. Gritting their teeth, one of them appeared in front of Tipalotura, raising her short sword at the young princess.

"Feel sorry……"

"Your Highness!!!" General Alvarez turned around and saw this scene. His footsteps created sound waves in mid-air, and he was about to rush back to Tipalotura's side in the next instant! But the distance between him and Tipalotura was instantly widened, as if the space was about to be torn apart, becoming unreachable!

That's too late!

However, faced with the sharp blade before her, Tipalotura only showed a look of pity and helplessness, her white veil trembling slightly.

The soft call reached Ryuka's ears.

"Jerberly".

Boom!!! No one saw how it happened; a golden figure appeared out of thin air in front of her! Incongruous with the young girl's posture, a massive longsword instantly sliced ​​the dancer in half at the waist, splattering blood onto her vibrant dance dress...

"Sister!!! Ughhhhhh!!!!"

Another dancer instantly lost her mind and rushed towards them like a madwoman, but General Alvarez seized the opportunity and forced her back to the side!

So, this is Gerberi's memory...? Ryūka quietly watched Gerberi appear, her face radiating an even greater arrogance and madness than before, her eyes like those of a wild beast. She looked at the witch she had cleaved in two and curled her lips into a smile. Others might not see it clearly, but Ryūka saw it clearly: she was Tipalotura, who had slightly expanded her barrier, and she had instantly flown out from the witch's remains within Tipalotura's body! Even more terrifying than the spatial abilities of those two dancer witches!