Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

I have something to do this weekend, so I need to take a day off. *bows*

Chapter 2: The Minor Problems of the Female Soldiers' Squad

Seeing Olivia's plump buttocks, encased in white military trousers, sticking high in front of him, Ryuka couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile. She tilted her head back slightly and asked disdainfully:

"Didn't we say we were going to report your squad's combat data?"

"Yes, please take a look, Master, but please allow me, Olivia, to express my gratitude for your rebirth in this way."

Olivia spoke calmly, as if this humble posture was perfectly normal, then she pressed her forehead to the floor, raised the tactical manual above her head with both hands, and held it up in front of Ryūka.

"High point."

"Are you making me bend down to get it if you raise it any higher?"

Olivia immediately tried to raise her hands a little higher. Because of the dogeza (a traditional Chinese kneeling posture), it was very difficult to keep her hands raised high, and it even looked a little comical. But at Ruka's command, she still tried to raise them a little higher until Ruka could reach them.

[If Master has any questions, this servant can answer in this way... Hmm!]

In her mind's eye, Olivia's thoughts echoed. This way, even when her mouth was occupied, she could still answer Ryūka's questions about the special forces team. She could report without interruption and also serve Ryūka like a 'cleaning machine'. However, before she could finish speaking, Ryūka lifted a leg, hooking her calf around the back of Olivia's neck. With a slight pull, Olivia quickly and instinctively crawled towards her on her knees! The fabric of her trousers rustled with the rapid friction, her black military boots clicked, and Olivia's beautiful face pressed against Ryūka's thigh. Even the most humble pet dog couldn't match Olivia's eagerness and devotion at this moment!

On one hand, there was the fear of being manipulated by Ryuuka in the past; on the other hand, after breaking through to the Heavenly Rank, her lifespan and state of mind had completely changed, and she had utterly submitted to Ryuuka. She even regarded the improvement in her relationship with her mother, Madam Sophie, as Ryuuka's help to her as her master, and her heart became even more devoted to him.

As Ryūka looked at the battle report, she chuckled and said:

"That arrogant Frost Iron Knight has actually become so obedient? Speaking of which, am I the only one on the entire continent with a Celestial-rank slave? Olivia, don't you feel ashamed?"

[Olivia's past offenses against her master were a capital offense, yet her master not only forgave her but also granted her a new life. From now on, Olivia will be a high and mighty celestial being in the outside world, but before you, she will be merely a humble servant. To become her master's sharpest weapon to fight enemies outside, and to respectfully serve her master at home, is Olivia's willing vow!]

Olivia swore in her mind as she used only her mouth to undo Ryūka's pants, kissing him passionately from head to toe like a devout believer. She even went so far as to apply bright red lipstick on her way back from the battle, just so she could leave lipstick marks all over her master's magnificent Noble Phantasm. Anything that could make Ryūka feel even a little bit better was something she felt she absolutely had to do!

Ryuga had only wiped it lightly before, and it still carried the mixed scents of herself and Monica, but Olivia not only didn't mind, she diligently covered it all with her saliva, quickly covering it with her thick lips and making tireless drooling sounds...

Ryūka enjoyed this clear definition of their status and relationship in her service, and Olivia understood this as well. This wasn't a hasty sucking to vent her master's frustrations; after all, her great and noble master had no shortage of women! There was no need to constantly shower her with their attention! So, she only used this method to soothe her master's nerves and express her loyalty when reporting on her work, completely treating herself as a cleaning tool! Showing her master her most humble and considerate side!

"Judging from the combat logs, the female knight's charge was too excessive. Without the protection of heavy armor, she should have used her mobility to hold the enemy back and delegated some of the damage-dealing tasks to her ranged teammates behind her, instead of her old habit of going in to hack and slash. After all, without a warhorse, her size and height make her vulnerable to attacks from enemies or monsters. This is the case with all three of her injuries. Although they are not serious, she should be more careful in the future."

"In addition, the application of magical weapons is not yet proficient. Whether it is shooting, loading, or calculating the trajectory, the attack rhythm is not good enough."

As Ryuka reviewed the battle report, she meticulously examined the details, making annotations in her notes amidst Olivia's telepathic responses. She not only wrote suggestions but also added comments to the female soldiers' roster. This deeply impressed Olivia. Her master hadn't been present, yet she had discerned so much from the battle report, so accurately it was as if she had been right beside them. This fueled Olivia's fervent service, and sweet moans escaped her lips.

"Mmm~ Ah~ Slurp~ Chirp~ Chirp!"

Ryuka watched as Olivia looked at him with seductive eyes, her gaze filled with reverence, her eyes rolling upwards. Her once vibrant red hair now exuded femininity, a far cry from her previous cold and aloof demeanor; her gentle warmth seemed capable of melting away any desire.

Hmph~ I wish another Heavenly Rank woman would look like this too~

Ryuka couldn't help but think of Gerberi. Although he had played with her to the point of exhaustion the night he deflowered her, making her scream and shout everything in her hazy state, Gerberi immediately reverted to her old ways after that day. This infuriated Ryuka, who was determined to find another reason to teach Gerberi a lesson!

After checking the battle logs, Olivia mentally asked Ryuka for instructions, providing feedback on other issues related to the squad.

[Master, regarding resource consumption, besides the high consumption of magic crystals, other resources are also...]

"Tell me, which part?"

Although Olivia appeared apprehensive, this was one of the tasks Ryūka had asked her to do, so he naturally had no reason to be unhappy. He simply shifted his waist, causing Olivia to understand and open her throat, his tight embrace making her roll her eyes back at the suffocating sensation, but she still continued speaking in her mind:

[Regarding daily necessities... Although Master has been lenient and allowed them to use the supplies you provided, I am worried that this will spoil them! Even though the military boots and uniforms Master ordered from Sochi are comfortable enough, some of them, with sore and stuffy feet after battle, even use the soap Master has kindly provided to wash their smelly socks! These girls have indeed become quite extravagant! I hope Master will allow me to discipline them strictly!]

"Oh, so that's how it is." Ryuka pursed her lips. It wasn't a big deal. The daily necessities Olivia mentioned were simply the large amount of supplies she had carried in her two magical wagons. These things were in high demand in the south, and she had brought them as gifts to exchange with the vassal states here. Not only were there supplies in her wagons, but the delegation had also brought quite a lot as goods. It's just that the quality of her supplies was higher; for example, the delegation brought soap, while she brought high-quality scented soap.

The female soldiers' new uniforms were made from high-quality fabrics sold in Sochi. Ryūsha took some of the supplies brought by the delegation, which he had originally donated to the delegation's gift warehouse as the deputy special envoy. Tipalotura naturally didn't say anything about taking some back.

These fabrics were far more comfortable than the military shirts and undershirts they had worn before. Among them were women's sports bras designed by Ryuka, which were a godsend for the female knights who needed to engage in strenuous combat! Even just the fine and soft cotton and silk were things they couldn't afford! After all, serving in the military was a tough job, and whether in battle or training, clothing was practically a consumable! Especially socks, even though they were all young girls, they inevitably wore them out frequently, patching and mending them to keep using them.

So even Petro, the Viscount's daughter, was slightly shocked by Ryūsha's generosity when she received two sets of clean military uniforms, three sets of sports bras, five pairs of soft, pure cotton black socks, two sets of training uniforms, and a pair of everyday shoes on her first assignment. It's important to understand that even in Thunder Fortress, with its ample military budget, everything except a set of standard equipment had to be purchased out of pocket, especially easily worn-out clothing. And some units in the Empire couldn't even afford to pay their salaries, let alone such things!

Therefore, compared to themselves, they cherish these clothes even more, which leads to the situation Olivia described, where they scrub their underwear and socks clean with soap every day, resulting in excessive pampering.

After all, the soaps carried in Liuxia's carriage were exquisite soaps infused with various fragrances, unlike the soaps carried by the delegation. These exquisite soaps were special products; although they could be easily produced, Liuxia, for the sake of scarcity, only sold ordinary soaps on the market. Even these ordinary soaps were only sold in limited quantities through special channels to nobles and the wealthy, reaping huge profits!

In other words, Ryusha didn't realize how rare her belongings were, but Olivia certainly did! Many of the young girls, though from minor noble families, weren't yet exposed to this level of sophistication and therefore didn't understand its scarcity. After all, they could afford ordinary soap, as Sochi's goods had been circulating there for months. Although they were soldiers, they were also young women in their prime, and naturally, they valued these things more.

That's why they treat refined soap as a higher-end version of regular soap, and are so willing to use it...

Another reason is that clothes washed this way smell really good... and they sweat a lot from all their daily exercise. So they just treated Ruka like a big spender, figuring they could just ask Olivia for more when they ran out...

Chapter 3 The Princess's Visit by Carriage

However, Ryūka's reaction to this wasn't particularly strong. Another purpose of her trip south was to find Ansel's Gel to create further magical technology. This would boost productivity, and these things would eventually become commonplace.

However, he detected something else in Olivia's jealous tone.

"Why do I feel like you're jealous? Hmm?"

With a cold look in her eyes, Ryuka pressed Olivia's head down hard, the suffocating feeling of her throat being torn apart immediately made her realize her position, and she quickly apologized.

[Uh-oh—Olivia wouldn't dare, but she felt they didn't appreciate their master's kindness and generosity...]

"Then you can go and spread education. They were originally the troops that Madam Sophie sent to you, weren't they?"

What is mine is what is mine; if the master takes a liking to any of them, it is their honor.

"Have some shame, will you? It seems the memories of those three hundred years of continuous training have ruined your brain. You're supposed to be a Heavenly Rank cultivator, yet you talk like a dog. Speaking of which, your feet really do smell bad. I can smell the stench even through your boots. Could it be that you didn't wash them properly and are now complaining about others?"

Ryuu sneered, grabbing Olivia's head and slamming it against her, creating wet, plump, red lips that made splashing sounds. While gripping Olivia's neck, she growled and commanded her:

"Heating up, you fool, your master is going to reward you!"

Olivia didn't dare to be negligent and immediately activated her lava magic to heat up her mouth and esophagus. She endured the pleasure of being choked to death by Ryusha and felt her stomach being hit hard!

"Gurgle! Ugh..."

In the instant of the outburst, Ryuka pinched her nose with a mischievous grin, while Olivia tightly pursed her lips into a tight, fleshy band, keeping all of her master's blessings in her mouth without wasting a single drop, until she swallowed them all before letting out a 'pop' sound. After bowing deeply to Ryuka in gratitude, she finally knelt down.

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On the second day at the border, Tipalotura, who had departed from the capital, was already waiting. Once Ryūsha and the others arrived with the remaining people, they would head to the Bauhinia Kingdom.

Meanwhile, the envoy from this small country was bowing and scraping to Ryukyu.

"Oh my, Governor, you are truly young and capable! The threat of magical beasts that has plagued our country for many years has been eliminated in just a few days! This is truly..."

"No need for formalities. By the way, Your Excellency, what favor do I need your help with?"

Ryusha's smile was impeccable. As the official in front of her took out a sealed scroll, she nodded politely and then gestured to Gerberi in front of Tipalotura's carriage.

Her face was as cold as ice.

"set off!"

The Royal Guard escorted Tipalotura's luxurious carriage, with elite knights leading the way and hundreds of people following behind. The supply wagons were fully equipped and loaded with tribute goods from various small kingdoms along the route. Meanwhile, Olivia, leading her special forces squad, rode alongside Ryūsha's two magical wagons. Their striking figures were becoming increasingly familiar to the delegation members, while some members of the Royal Guard were privately discussing the proper application of the 'new uniforms' and 'magical weapons'.

Among them are many talented young people from the capital. Although they are still young now, they will surely become the rising force in the heart of the Autus Empire. It is likely that after this southern tour, various discussions about new reforms will arise throughout the capital.

In the middle of the delegation, Adela was struggling to drive the tank-like magical vehicle on the rough, uneven road, while the other vehicle was handed over to Anyaberg and Melanie. Adela, who had just learned to drive, complained about the unevenness of the road. Although the wheels of the magical vehicle were enhanced with magic, enough to crush any gravel and ignore potholes, some steep inclines were still uncomfortable. Even though this was much more comfortable than the carriage in Tipalotura, she began to miss the smooth roads of Sochi and understood why her master, Rusha, was so enthusiastic about building up the territory.

At that moment, a knocking sound came from the car door. Ryuka, who was looking at the map of the southern countries in the passenger seat, got up, went to the middle of the car, and pulled the heavy door to the side.

What appeared before them was Gerberly's sour face as she rode her warhorse.

"Your Highness has arrived."

She coldly uttered those words, then stepped forward half a body, revealing Tipalotura sitting behind her.

The princess held up Nanalia's parasol, her faint magic causing those around her to ignore her presence. Unbeknownst to anyone, as the delegation traveled, their princess had quietly slipped out of the royal carriage and approached Ryūka's car.

As soon as the car door opened, the cool air inside wafted out, gently swaying Tipalotura's veil.

"It's so refreshing, Ryuka-kyō."

Faced with the slender, white-gloved hand reaching out to him, Ryusha reluctantly took Tipalotura's hand, gently pulled her into his carriage. This princess had always presented herself as weak and demure in front of him, only once, when Gerberi was injured, did she ride a battlefield giant lizard and charge over with a long sword in hand.

If Ryuka hadn't read Gerberi's memories, he would have been fooled by this woman. She's a ruthless character who, before she was even ten years old, could use her abilities to fight against adult high-ranking witches!

She should be even stronger now, with the power of the witch and the power of order, she might even be stronger than me. After all, I've only been in this world for two years, while she's been cultivating this power for over a decade. But Tipalotura doesn't seem to have shown her abilities to anyone, and information about this princess is difficult to gather even in the capital.

Ryusha couldn't help but think of Hetia, who had been Tipalotta's follower during their student days, and who had been granted a territory after graduation, and who had fought bravely when Tipalotta was assassinated. Now Hetia was completely his own, and would never lie to him.

Speaking of that day, she was indeed brave in battle, but at that time, even as a bloodline knight, she was only at the peak of a regular knight. According to her, Gerberi was not there that day, and she fought to the death alone, while the princess remained calm and composed.

In other words, Hetia had absolutely no idea about Tipalotura's martial prowess. Therefore, Ryūka was more inclined to believe that this princess had been hiding her true abilities all along. It was even possible that she had orchestrated those events for Hetia's benefit.

Clang! Ignoring the murderous glare from Gerberi outside the car, Ryuka slammed the door shut with a mix of emotions, then looked at Tipalotura and asked helplessly:

"Your Highness, why aren't you staying in your own carriage? What are you doing here?"

"The carriage was bumpy and stuffy, nowhere is it as comfortable as Liu Xiaqing's place? You stole my magical engineer, and now I can't even come here to enjoy the air conditioning?"

Tipalotura was completely uninhibited, treating the place like her own territory, looking around the car and smiling at Ryusha.

Although it wasn't her first time riding in Ryuka's vehicle, this time she seemed to be looking around more carefully. From the moment she entered the car, she looked around. The spacious interior was large enough for a person to stand up and walk around, and the furnishings, though small, were all complete: in addition to the driver's cabin at the front, there was a small conference room in the middle with a spacious recliner, as well as two bedrooms and a toilet, and the rest was all storage space.

While Ryusha didn't consider it a luxury vehicle, Tipalotura and the others saw it as top-tier luxury. Although the decor couldn't match the extravagant style favored by nobles, it was clean and tidy, with magical lamps illuminating the ceiling and ice magic circles constantly radiating cool air. In the hot climate of the southern continent, there was no more comfortable vehicle.

Chapter 4 The Unusual Prince

The train moved smoothly forward, and outside the window was the unique sweltering heat and humidity of southern Xinjiang in the height of summer. In the rainforest vegetation, rolling heat waves carried moist winds, making it stuffy and sticky, hard to breathe. But inside the train was a completely different world.

Tipalotura raised her hand and gently touched the air vent on the side wall. Streams of cool, dry air slowly brushed across her palm, dispelling the heat that enveloped her body. Just one car away, it felt as if two completely different worlds had been separated.

Within the royal court, there are also court mages stationed year-round to create temperature-controlled and comfortable residences for the nobles. However, this privilege is ultimately reserved for a select few at the very top. Most mages on this continent are of noble birth, and these proud and aloof individuals would never stoop to serve nobles of higher status for worldly gain. Moreover, the great nobles themselves possess considerable strength, and whether they are mages or knights, they all have a greater tolerance for their environment.

As for those commoner mages who struggled to rise from the bottom, they were already outstanding individuals who transcended social classes and achieved great success. They had already taken on countless 'heavy and menial tasks' that noble mages disdained to touch, from mercenaries to soldiers, all in order to completely change their family's fate through their own efforts. They were even less willing to lower themselves further, and there was a limit to how much they would serve the powerful and wealthy; they would not become butlers or servants.

But this doesn't mean that people with power and money in this world don't care about enjoying life.

Tipalotura lightly touched the flowing cool air with her fingertips, keenly detecting the faint magical fluctuations contained within. She knew perfectly well that a sophisticated temperature-controlling magic array must be embedded inside the vehicle.

Traditional magic circles are highly dependent on the caster, requiring a mage to be constantly present beside the circle and continuously infuse it with magic power to maintain its operation. However, magic circles improved by magical technology can be stably maintained for a long time with just a small magical crystal as their power source, and their effectiveness is in no way inferior to that of a full-time, formally serving mage.

Such convenient, worry-free, and stable magical equipment, if mass-produced and distributed to the rulers and middle-ranking nobles of various kingdoms, would surely ignite a new wave of competition, bringing in a continuous stream of wealth.

But Tipalotura knew that this advantage was something no one else could replicate. From the precise engraving of the magic array and the selection of special materials to the industrialized finishing process, every step relied on Sochi's unique and mature magic production line. Even if all the magicians in Sochi worked at full speed with scattered manual carving, the production capacity would still be far less than that of the current magic workshop.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, letting the cool breeze brush against her cheeks, her mind heavy with thoughts. Behind this ceaseless flow of cool air lay Liu Xia's far-sighted vision and ambition.

The magical innovations he pioneered not only propelled epochal changes across the entire continent, but also created a perfect business loop: earning huge sums of money through civilian technology, then investing all the profits in the research and development of new technologies, iterating and upgrading, and feeding back into development, thus creating a continuous path of progress.

However, he was controlling the outward release to maintain the competitiveness of the Sochi market, while preventing other forces from realizing that this was a huge and delicious pie, thus avoiding increasing competition. In reality, he was quietly developing his own magical technology, so that by the time others realized it, the technological barriers would be far greater.

"I think I understand now why you, Liu Xiaqing, have so many novel ideas but haven't been in a hurry to promote them."

Tipalotura shook her head slightly, a clear understanding in her eyes. If it were her, with her proficient magical technology and magical engineers, her first priority would undoubtedly be to apply it to the military, to arm the imperial power and expand its military strength.

Breakthroughs in magical warfare are never achieved overnight. While the new magical cannons possess terrifying power, they are also incredibly expensive to manufacture. Currently, the continent's traditional military system is mature and well-established, with veteran knights and orthodox mages remaining the mainstream on the battlefield. To overwhelm traditional forces with magical technology alone and establish an overwhelming advantage requires a long period of refinement and iteration.

Furthermore, while war plunder may seem extremely profitable, it comes with very high risks and costs, with unpredictable outcomes and enormous losses.

Ryūka's approach was completely different. He pursued both military and civilian applications simultaneously, using civilian magical technology to amass wealth and accumulate capital, then using the continuous profits to fund military research and development, steadily iterating the technology. At the same time, he relied on existing traditional military forces to protect his achievements, gradually completing the magical transformation and upgrade of the entire army.

"I really don't know how your mind is shaped. It seems like you've only slightly changed the route, but the result is completely different. You truly deserve to be someone I have high hopes for."

Faced with the princess's sincere praise, Liu Xia merely pursed his lips, his expression indifferent, without a trace of pride. As a transmigrator, these advanced business models and development logics were merely basic understandings he had absorbed from his previous life's civilization.

The productivity innovations of the previous century were enough to make ordinary people's lives more comfortable than those of ancient emperors. And in this extraordinary world, with the support of magic, spiritual power, and supernatural abilities, the pace of innovation will only be even more rapid.

It is precisely because extraordinary power is so alluring that people in this world are obsessed with cultivating and advancing on the path of knighthood and magic, competing in strength, and everyone is afraid of falling behind others. They have neglected these fundamental changes that are rooted in the secular world and have the potential to overturn the times.

"Your Highness, you didn't come here just to praise me, did you?"

Seeing that her praise had only earned her the boy's slightly impatient and indifferent look, Tipalotura smiled. She leaned against the car, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes crinkling, and spoke with a playful and languid tone, as if teasing the boy next door.

"I already told you, I just came over to enjoy your air conditioning."

Ryusha's gaze swept over her subconsciously, landing on her crossed legs. The tips of her white high-heeled shoes swayed gently, her posture languid yet unintentionally alluring. His heart stirred slightly, recalling the meaningful look in Gerberly's eyes when he received the envoy's scroll earlier, and he immediately let out a soft snort.

"Did Gerberly betray us?"

What are you talking about?

Tipalotura's eyes curved into crescents, filled with a sly smile, clearly indicating that she knew the truth but was unwilling to reveal it.

Seeing this, Liu Xia was already certain of the answer. He snorted coldly, pulled out a few neatly folded drawings from the passenger seat, and pushed them directly in front of her.

It was a detailed geographical map of the southern frontier, encompassing the travel routes through the Bauhinia Kingdom and the entire territory of Ansel. Towns, resources, and specialties along the way were all clearly marked, with meticulous detail, far exceeding the official map brought by the mission.

"That's all I asked them for. Do I need to inform you, Your Highness?" Liu Xia's tone carried a clear hint of anger.

"This is incredibly detailed, much more accurate than the map we brought with us when we set out."

Tipalotura completely ignored his minor tantrums, focusing intently on the dense markings on the blueprint, her eyes filled with admiration. After a while, she finally looked up at the slightly somber-faced boy, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Are you angry? You bullied her like that, and you won't even let her say a few words about you behind your back?"

It really is Gerberi!

Ryuka instantly understood. She must have seen him secretly asking the envoy of the vassal state for something, and then went to the princess to exaggerate and spread rumors, speculating that he was secretly plotting something.