Chapter 464: Arabella Drakenoir
"You must be careful." Carmilla’s voice cut through Ethan’s train of thought, pulling him back to the present.
"The three goddesses may support you in establishing a new church where only they are worshipped, but the other six shall not simply stand idly by. Especially now that I have made my appearance here." She lifted her chin, her gaze fixed on the horizon beyond the walls. "It shan’t be long before a crusade is called."
"The Archbishop of the capital of the Kingdom of Burning Ice is a most troublesome old man to deal with—and one who ought to have been dead these nine thousand years, since the day I tore his head from his shoulders..."
"The moment he learns of Goldenveil’s existence—no... he must already know of it. The moment he has confirmation of its forces, he shall declare it heresy and dispatch an army to crush you."
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While Ethan was busy introducing Carmilla to his wives...
On the other side of the continent, in one of the richest and most prosperous regions of western Estria, life followed its own rhythm.
There lay the heart of the culture and wealth of the entire continent.
Three great empires shared that center.
Superpowers, each protected by at least one seventh-stage being—beings whose names were legends in their own right.
In the empire that lay right in the middle of the three—not the most powerful, but certainly the richest—stood the palace of the Drakenoir family.
It was a family that had started from nothing.
Its roots lay in the most miserable regions of the continent, back in the Kingdom of Burning Ice.
A few centuries ago, the Drakenoirs left all that behind.
They braved the violent North Sea and upon landing in the wealthy imperial capital of Eternal Gold, they built, step by step, one of the most prosperous families ever to set foot in those empires.
And such a wealthy family, naturally, was also very large.
Of the many branches that made up the family, the main one consisted of the children of the current patriarch.
And among them was the youngest daughter who, ironically, was seen by everyone as the most likely heir, even with so many older brothers ahead of her.
In the palace of this beautiful and noble woman, two maids made their way through the marble corridors, carefully carrying a delicacy from the Eternal Forest.
The crystal bottle shimmered with a greenish hue under the light of the chandeliers, and a sweet, floral scent escaped through the sealed stopper.
Anyone from Goldenveil who saw that item would recognize it immediately as green fairy wine.
The servants moved through the mansion in silence, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor, until they reached the central door.
They exchanged a quick glance, took a deep breath, and knocked.
"Young Lady, your uncle Raynar Drakenoir has returned from his trip to the Eternal Forest. He brought a new kind of wine that he said you would like."
The maids had barely finished speaking before the door burst open.
"Wine? New? Where? Give it to me!" She said as the door swung open, her figure revealed in all its glory.
Her breasts were, well, not exactly impressive, but the curve of her hips certainly made up for it.
The maids barely had time to take in the sight.
In the blink of an eye, she snatched the wine bottles from their hands and slammed the bedroom door shut, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.
That woman’s name was Arabella Drakenoir.
Her hair was red, long, and carefully combed, falling down her back like a curtain of fire. Her eyes were a deep green.
Her skin was a much darker shade than her uncle’s, even though it was naturally fair and pale. Tanned by the sun, it had acquired a soft, elegant glow that only accentuated every curve of her body.
She wore a light, white top that left her toned stomach exposed
Her wide hips flared out in a sinful curve from her slim waist, covered only by an equally light skirt.
But it soon fell behind her, sliding down her thick thighs and landing on the floor with a soft rustle. All that remained was a comfortable pair of white panties.
With the five bottles of wine clutched against her, Arabella walked over to the bed.
Her plump ass swayed with every step, each buttock rising and falling in a heavy, lazy rhythm. With each footfall, a soft tremor ran through one of her cheeks, the flesh settling a beat after the rest of her had already moved on.
Two full, dark orbs, swinging in a rhythm that would have hypnotized any man still there to see it.
She sat down on the bed, and the mattress sank under the weight of her hips. Her ass spread against the sheet, the soft flesh bulging slightly past the edges of her panties, while her thighs settled wide and heavy.
Her eyes carefully studied the pale green wine inside one of the bottles.
"Hm~~" Arabella turned the bottle with curious eyes, spinning it between her delicate fingers and watching the liquid swirl inside.
"It’s third-stage wine, and a very high-quality one at that... I didn’t know the Eternal Forest produced it in large enough quantities for export."
She pulled out the cork. At once, a strong, medicinal, and sweet scent filled the room, so intense it seemed to cling to the back of her throat.
Arabella’s eyes widened. Without a second thought, she raised the bottle to her lips.
A single sip was enough to fill her face with shock.
The flavor spread across her tongue, warm and sweet, sliding down her throat like a wave of heat that made her hold her breath for a second.
She jumped to her feet, her ass clapping once with the sudden motion, and stared at the bottle as if it might have changed shape.
"This is... incredible!"
Arabella tilted her head back and drank it all in a few long gulps, the thin fabric of her top shifting against her chest with each swallow.
As soon as she finished, she set the other bottles aside and began to get dressed in a hurry.
She picked up a skirt, longer and more conservative this time, and pulled it up.
The fabric climbed her thighs and stretched tight against her wide hips, catching on the swell of her ample behind. It took a few extra tugs, each one making her cheeks wobble before the cloth finally slid into place.
She swapped her top for a more suitable shirt just as quickly.
In seconds, she was out of the room.
She wanted to find her uncle. And she wanted to know where the hell he’d gotten such good wine!