Pirate Kingship

Byron originally thought that the [Radiant Queen] had specifically sought him out alone to discuss serious matters concerning the life and death of humans in the Desert Empire and even the entire three continents.

It wasn’t that Byron was boasting.

In the secular world, with his current strength and status, he was more qualified to be the "leader" of this Silver Continent than Frederick III of The Holy Silver Empire or Queen [The Unblemished] Isabella of Castilia.

Hearing this kind of talk from such a peerless beauty, naturally, it felt... quite abrupt.

Here I am considering you as an ally against the Ancient God’s Chosen Races, a companion with similar ideals, and you ask me to help you have a child? And have you forgotten you’re a married woman?

Unconsciously, a flashy little ad popped into his mind:

"Married woman 31, beautiful and sexy, husband injured accidentally resulting in infertility, no * life, assets worth billions with no heir.

Carrying unspeakable regret, longing to be a complete woman, to enjoy family happiness.

Therefore, seeking a strong and vigorous man, hoping to meet and share a passionate night together. 500,000 for selecting to call within half an hour, 1 million for arranging a meeting, 3 million for pregnancy and childbirth!

Quick hands get, slow hands miss, beautiful woman and abundant money, come quickly!"

In summary, it was a rich woman seeking seed.

Even though Byron had two sisters assisting him every day and night in his cultivation, and he had mastered the sail and rope knotting skill, artillery skills, rowing without oars skill, and other such skills with ease.

He was no longer an inexperienced novice but had proudly grown into a seasoned expert combined with both theory and practice.

Yet his face was still because of the [Radiant Queen]’s extremely audacious words, leaving him tongue-tied and unable to speak for a long while.

If it were an ordinary woman suddenly saying this, he would only laugh it off.

But this [Radiant Queen] opposite him was the [World’s Foremost Beauty], with one foot already in the Sixth Order Demigod Realm!

Highlight! The "World’s Foremost Beauty" suddenly wants you to help her have a child, how do you choose?

The "beastly side" representing his primitive desires and the "divine aspect" representing his moral cultivation instantly waged a tremendous battle in Byron’s mind.

If not for the "human nature" controlling it, chaos would likely have ensued outside, with the sun and moon changing color.

"Hehe..."

Byron’s reaction was somewhat unexpected to the [Radiant Queen], for another man would probably have been ecstatic at this point, yet after showing a slight inclination, he didn’t lose his composure.

She looked at him with even greater esteem.

Her beautiful eyes lingered on Byron’s handsome and heroic face, a soft laugh slipping from her lips as she repeated her earlier words to show there was no mistake, nor any ambiguity:

"Your Majesty the Wild Hunt King, I wish for you to help me have a child, our child!

Preferably a boy like Horus."

As she spoke, she discarded the golden mask in her hand, and the golden sandals on her feet automatically unfastened as she walked towards Byron with her alluringly black-painted toes.

With each step, the golden queen’s attire on her body transformed into a daring and sheer transparent dance dress.

It was as if she had truly become another title [Papyrus River Flower Snake], her figure graceful, her movements supple as if boneless.

The chambers were laid with pristine white camel wool carpets, and dozens of demonized pearls emitted a bright glow, while her long legs moved in and out of view through the seams of her dress, the skin luster flowing and dazzling, more enticing than not being clothed at all.

The World’s Foremost Beauty drew nearer with each step, and a subtle fragrance coalesced into a palpable allure that rushed towards Byron.

It even made him feel a heavy sense of oppression.

For the first time, he personally experienced what it was like for beauty to be deadly!

He instinctively stepped back, only to fall onto a suddenly appearing chaise lounge behind him, with a small table holding drinking tools manifesting in front of him.

The [Radiant Queen] took only a few steps to arrive next to Byron, sitting lightly beside him.

Suddenly lifting the hem of her dress, she raised a smooth, white, column-like long leg, her agile toes hooking a gem-embedded golden jug from the table, lifting it high over her head.

A sparkling water line tilted from the jug, precisely filling Byron’s glass without a single drop spilling.

Her skill was not only superb but also unbelievably alluring.

According to the pricing in the Hightins Royal Capital of Kingston, there’s no way you’d find this kind of high-end service in a salon clubhouse for a night spending less than a hundred gold pounds.

However, Byron could also see.

That the [Radiant Queen] had no real practical experience in romance, most likely having learned this move from dancers in the court, mistakenly thinking this blatant way was how things transpired between men and women.

Let alone moving like dancers with innate body language, even her facial expressions were not very natural, and her body carried an obvious stiffness.

Of course, she only needed to rely on her world’s foremost beauty to already be enchanting to the core, charming and graceful.

A few more practice sessions and she could easily captivate any man.

Yet, at this moment, she hadn’t realized she was enjoying a charm that both of her husbands, Ptolemy XIII and Ptolemy XIV, had never been able to appreciate in their lifetimes.

Questioning the traitor, understanding the traitor, becoming the traitor, surpassing the traitor, Byron wasn’t this type of person, yet the [Radiant Queen] had forcibly drawn him into this strange circle.

If not for the extensive tempering by his equally beautiful sisters, he would have increased resistance.

At this moment, whether to be "beastly" or "less than a beast", even he couldn’t say.

Byron didn’t touch the glass of fine wine meant to set the mood, his expression turned serious as he looked directly at the [Radiant Queen], whose eyes were also not calm, and asked the doubt in his heart:

"Your Majesty, why me?