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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 17:57:57 +0000 UTCEP.233. [Grand Duchess Marianne, Longing for Her Beloved Children.♥]
“Take my seed, Elf Princess Priscilla!!”
Thrust!- Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!!♥♥♥
With an embarrassing squat, deep-thrusting position, Eugene Schneider pressed his groin tightly against Priscilla’s lower body and began to release his semen inside her.
“Kyaaahhhh! Kkihhh!♥♥♥”
-Sluuuuuurp!!
Despite her supermodel height, the elf princess Priscilla, held aloft in Eugene’s arms, clung to her beloved mate’s neck, arching her back and head in ecstasy as she cried out in pleasure.
And then,
“Kkiiiiii!!♥♥♥♥”
Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!♥♥♥
Standing awkwardly, Priscilla shamelessly squirted like a fountain all over Eugene’s body.
“It’s amazing. Honestly, I didn’t think convincing her would be easy. Captain Eugene, you really are something.”
The next day, the secret quest team for the Sophist headquarters gathered for a meeting. The location was again a basement warehouse on the outskirts of Helios. Victoria was surprised when Priscilla, who had come with Eugene, agreed to cooperate without much protest. She knew well how stubborn and difficult to persuade elves could be. Even Victoria, who was usually quick to catch on, had no idea just how far things had gone between Eugene and Priscilla.
“Haha! Priscilla and I are bound by an incredible camaraderie. It hasn’t been long, but we’ve already completed several important quests together. So our elf archer Priscilla trusts me deeply.”
Eugene Schneider, the shameless harem man, enjoyed Victoria’s reaction with a boastful grin.
Of course, Eugene wasn’t entirely wrong. But this time, his persuasion was due to his gaslighting skills and sexual prowess-he’d had sex with Priscilla nearly ten times the night before, giving her a total of twenty orgasms, including multiple ones. After showering her with such passion, how could Priscilla refuse Eugene’s request?
“On our side, we’ll have Farnese and Vincent, plus five sword-users. They’re all trusted colleagues who’ve been with me since I first joined the Imperial Knights. And they’re especially knowledgeable about the Sophists.”
Victoria then explained the specific numbers and members involved in the operation. Present at the meeting were Victoria, Farnese, and Vincent. In other words, the Imperial Knights were sending three sword experts and five sword-users for this secret quest.
“You said there’d be a limit on numbers, so I thought it wouldn’t be easy. This really is an elite group. If everything goes according to Victoria’s plan, once we infiltrate, things should move quickly.”
Hearing the lineup, Eugene Schneider was impressed. He didn’t reveal his own abilities, but between two Seekers, three Experts, and five users, the firepower was concentrated and the Imperial Knights’ training would create great synergy.
“And there are more people on the inside.”
Victoria revealed that the Imperial Knights and Red Fox Mercenaries weren’t the only ones involved.
“There are also my colleagues inside the Sophists. One is a sword expert, the other a sword-user. Both are people I met during my years wandering the continent.”
These were Victoria’s spies within the Sophists, those who had provided her with detailed information all this time.
“Oh! That’s really thorough. I was honestly curious how you planned to pull off such a difficult quest alone. Now it all makes sense!”
“They’re friends who lost their families to corrupt Sophists as children. They’ve been infiltrating the headquarters for a long time, waiting for an opportunity. After I joined the Imperial Knights, we slowly started planning this operation.”
Even Eugene Schneider, who had recently worked with Victoria several times, was hearing this for the first time. That’s how seriously Victoria had taken operational security for this quest.
“So you can rest assured, there are enough safeguards in place for the rendezvous. Our people are included in the leadership on the Sophist side. However, Elf Priscilla, I’d like you to keep some distance and follow at a remove.”
Victoria concluded her explanation. The biggest variable was how the other side would react in the field, but with an allied sword expert in their leadership, a good degree of control was possible.
And so, the secret Sophist subjugation quest team was formed.
“Your Grace! You’ve overexerted yourself today.”
In the southern city of Bahad in the Elysium Empire, Grand Duchess Marianne was staying at a humble convent. The infirmary was so full that even her usual lodgings had been given up for patients. Dedicating herself to caring for the sick, Marianne worked late into the night organizing supplies, food, and medicine.
“Oh my, is it this late already, Sister Bianca?”
Hearing Sister Bianca’s words, Marianne checked her time crystal. It was already 3 a.m.-for someone as regular as Marianne, her routine had become a mess since arriving here.
“I’ll finish up, Your Grace. Please go rest. Your health is vital to ending this crisis as soon as possible.”
“Hohoho... Then I’ll leave it to you, Sister Bianca.”
Sister Bianca gently shooed Marianne out of the office. Marianne smiled and rose from her seat.
“I say this because you remind me of my mother. She worked herself to death raising me and my brother. I learned the hard way that nothing matters if you’re gone.”
Bianca, about 20 years old, was a mid-level nun. Most rural nuns were commoners, often orphans. Since the Empire’s orphanages are managed by the Holy See, children with high affinity for divine power are often set on the path to become nuns or priests.
Bianca had lived with her mother and younger brother as a child. After her mother died, she entered an orphanage late to support her brother, eventually becoming a nun.
Smile...!
Bianca’s concern was heartfelt. Marianne gazed at her warmly.
‘My second daughter used to say things like that to me...’
Marianne, who had raised three daughters, often thought of them when she saw young women in their twenties. She still saw Charlotte occasionally, and corresponded with Elizabeth due to work. But her only second daughter, Jeanne, she hadn’t seen in some time. Seeing the kind-hearted Bianca reminded Marianne of her “aching finger,” her second daughter.
‘My children are so lovely...’
Lying on the simple bed in her private room at the convent, Marianne looked at a small pendant she always kept by her bedside-a locket with a family photo inside. Looking at her three daughters and the young Eugene Schneider, she couldn’t help but smile with happiness.
‘I miss those days... The times when I could just go on picnics and read books with my children...’
Sigh...
For nearly half a year, this had been Marianne’s way of falling asleep-soothing her longing by looking at her children’s faces until her eyelids grew heavy.
‘Where is this place?’
A faint mist hung in the air. The ground was cracked and uneven, as if by earthquake. Marianne de Sel Oblaing stood there.
Suddenly-
“-KIEEEEEEEEE!!”
A monstrous cry rang out.
“What is that!?”
The sound came from the sky. Marianne looked up.
“-KIEEEEEEE!!”
-SHAAAAAAA!!!
There were no clouds, no sun. The sky felt frozen in time. From above, a winged creature plummeted toward the earth.
-THUUUUUUD!!
The creature landed on the ground.
‘That form!!??’
Marianne could clearly see the creature’s shape-it was familiar.
‘The monstrous bird Oblaing???’
It was the beastman Oblaing, a legendary symbol and vassal of the Orléans family, depicted on their crest-a creature with the head of an eagle, golden wings, and a lion’s body.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
It was nearly three meters tall. The massive beastman Oblaing slowly walked toward the wide-eyed Marianne.
‘I have to run!’
It was certainly a vassal of the Orléans family, and Marianne was the current Grand Duchess. But her instincts screamed to flee from the monster.
‘Why can’t I move!?’
Her body wouldn’t budge, as if bound by magic.
“Karrararararara...!”
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
‘No! Help me! Someone, please help me!’
Oblaing kept approaching, and Marianne trembled in terror, her face pale.
Then-
-SHWAAAAAAA!!!
A fierce gust sounded.
-SWAAAAAA!!!
At the sound, the beastman Oblaing stopped and quickly stepped back.
-KUAHHHHH!!!
Something huge and heavy crashed down from the sky where Oblaing had stood.
‘A greatsword?????’
It was a massive black greatsword.
That wasn’t all.
-THUD!!!
A being that seemed to have thrown the sword landed between Oblaing and Marianne.
‘A demon? That armor looks just like a berserker demon’s!’
It was a monstrous being with black armor-more like an armored carapace. Over two meters tall, it radiated the aura of a mutant demon.
Then, the creature-
“-KUUUUUAAAAAAH!!!”
-FWAAAAAA!!!
With explosive force, it charged at beastman Oblaing-
-KUAHHHHH!!!
-and smashed its huge fist into Oblaing’s jaw. The battle between beastman Oblaing and the demon berserker had begun.
