The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

A deep forest stretches southwest of the Wang capital Levios, at the foot of Mount Seika.

The roots of the trees cover the surface, the fallen trees lie on the spot forever until they decay, and the vertically and endlessly lush grass trees hide even the beast path. This land, which is beyond man's reach, is just as natural as it is.

In the woods wrapped in thick branched leaf curtains, even the light of the moon barely passes.

One man was running desperately through the native forests of such a dark night. He's still just moving his body in a grumpy way, blocked by the trees as he takes his feet off the evil road.

I have to run...... only that thought was filling his head.

The man is his descendant.

I could also activate lighting magic if I wanted to. But illuminating the light in this ever-dark world is like letting a tracker know you're here.

The man had to magically reinforce his five senses and run away with his instincts. It is also as if it were a beast.

But at the end of the day, the moment approaches.

He understood with that enhanced hearing that the signs of the chaser were approaching with a little certainty.

And at the next moment, a glimmer of swordlight struck the man as he cleaved the darkness.

"Gu!!

The intense metal sound of the sword and sword bumping into each other cleaves a space of forest idleness.

"Don't think you can get away with it."

And the woman that came after him was also a man with the flesh of his fathers.

Fugitives and trackers confronted in a slightly open place pull out their weapons from each other and turn into warriors.

"Ha!!

The clash of the two swords, which significantly improves muscle strength and athletic ability due to physical strengthening magic, strikes a violent sound to the point where ordinary people tremble and fear.

The small forest animals fled the noise as if it were a scuffle, and the followers of the tracker were trying to follow its sound and assemble.

I'll be surrounded as it is - the fugitive man felt a cold sweat running down his back.

"It's something you can afford to worry about."

That's what the tracker woman said and mocked, she breathed heavily.

"Ha!!

Sudden offense, against a woman who wields her sword violently, the man becomes a side of the defense.

"Nooo!?

Sure, they're attacking for weapons. It was too late when a man made that decision.

The sword a man holds hurts enough to take one blow at a time, but the sword a woman holds makes no difference. The hardening magic applied to the weapon, the difference in its accuracy. Unlike body strengthening magic, which you have many opportunities to use from day to day, hardening magic sadly brings up differences in combat experience. The magic technique of applying strong hardening only in moments of impact is not acquired overnight.

The woman, who sees the upset shown by the man as an opportunity, strikes in a big, swinging, intense blow.

A treble sounds like a thrust through the tympanic membrane, and the sword the man holds is fundamentally broken.

This is no good, a man who thought so reached for a dagger on his hip...

"Huh!!!

The wrist was cut off.

The woman predicted that if the main weapon went down, she would use a subweapon that lowered to her waist, releasing the strongest blow with full physical strengthening magic.

Powerful, but this is a move that could be pinched the other way with a magical recoil if you don't decide to compete. The woman did it as if she were just waving her sword.

"It's over."

A woman doesn't miss the mess of a man with his wrist cut off.

A second shot of maximum fortification tore the man's abdomen apart and part of his organs splashed to the ground.

"Grr!!

I can't get into my hair for a while and my palm bottom is slapped into the man's chest. The man's body blew to draw a beautiful arc and fell straight into the ground.

The woman relentlessly pursues the man who is thus unable to resist. Any unannounced samurai slaughter ravaged the man's body.

The victory and defeat were decided.

Without healing by the Lord's ancestors after so much deadly damage, she could not even move, and by the time she could make that decision, the woman finally stopped moving her sword.

"You're a private soldier, aren't you? It was brilliant until it snuck into our stronghold, but it was too stupid to pull out the sword. Didn't you think you'd beat us even for a moment with a martial arts that has protected the Holy City?

"Gu... hu, hu... gu... gu, wow...! Huh, huh...!

The dying seriously wounded man breathes roughly and stares at the woman. In fact, it was true that he saw her sweetly.

With the battle settled, the women's companions keep rushing around.

"What's the damage?

Her voice, asking so, was so calm that she didn't think she was fighting as hard as she had just done.

"No allies injured, no theft, including sacrifices. All other raiders have been taken into custody."

All right, and the woman nods small.

She looked at the man as she wiped down the blood paste on the sword with a cloth.

"You're Katreak's man."

The chopped man answers nothing.

To that attitude, the woman turned her gaze to look even at the dirty ones.

"Don't you even have a talking mouth for the unwilling who are slaves to the old house?"

Against a man who still doesn't show a response, she goes on.

"Not really. Thanks to your naive burglary, this one lost many comrades, didn't it?

The theft by the priestly forces that took place on the territory of Levios was due to the faction of a woman who had been active for a long time and another faction that had begun its activities in recent years, those two factions.

There is no contact between these two factions. Each one of them had a leap in Levios territory.

And the woman was right, the burglary of the faction to which the man belonged heightened the vigilance of the Levios family, which happened to put her men and companions working in separate cases to death.

From the women's camp, the movement of the men's camp was nothing but intrusive.

"Reflect a little here and now."

The woman rests her sword clean with a cloth and sticks it against the back of the sleeping man.

While the man felt the cold feel of a sword tip on his back, he could only stare at her.

"Ha... ha... damn...!

Hin, and sound the wind cut and she waves her sword. The cuttoe tears the man's back very slightly. Little by little, as perhaps, the woman shredded the man's flesh.

In contrast to the woman making the sword dance lightly, the man was enduring the pain by closing his mouth.

"... you don't understand. You know what the old house is doing right now."

Stop the sword perfectly and the woman keeps talking.

"Something I've looked down on, such as tying hands with the head of an abominable earthquake. I am not tired of just causing the turmoil, which is interfering with even the resurgence of the Holy Capital. Isn't this an unparalleled betrayal of all believers"

She says on her voice the strong emotions that gushed out in the back of her chest.

"Mischievously confusing the Holy Capital, and working hand in hand with hateful forces but now plotting another evil plot behind it..."

The woman's eyes seeped with the color of hatred she couldn't spit out.

"The vices of the old house make me sincerely sick of it. Following the last time, this time and the position of the Holy Witch was greatly discredited."

When the man stared at the woman with his strong eyes, he shook his voice as far as his power could.

"... blind to the desire for power... you guys! Don't be with me......! Ha... ha... we... have a noble mission..."

"Are you going to fool us"

Let us talk first because anything is good, that is the basis of interrogation in the Holy Army.

I was a little pissed off by the man's words, but she was satisfied with his mouth opening for now.

"I... have not sworn allegiance to the Katreak family... ha... ha... I am just trying to be a true believer! For all the outer roads who enslave themselves to Terrorist Tris and earplug their voices, I don't know......!

The faction to which the woman belongs...... One of the Supreme Priests of the Zeth Holy High Council The faction, which focuses on the Terrorist Priest, has been conducting intelligence activities in aristocratic territories everywhere for decades now.

I have put my heart and soul into this goal, defeating the nobles and regaining the authority of the priests. For her, the man's words were extremely offensive.

"What a pitiful old house puppet is. Who has guarded St. Navenpos since the turmoil has been dead guarded by blood and mud on the battlefield? What the hell were those who dawned on the cathedral chair match doing and what did they do to you? … Comrade Terotris is the only one who has accepted our thoughts."

The man smiled spirally at the woman who told her pale while suppressing her anger emotions. It's a complete vanity.

"... of the land, if you want to worship the protectors... with the Terrorists, you should give yourself up to the nobles..."

For a woman who has lived as a soldier of the Holy Army, the word is an insult without further ado.

But in fact, the current values of the priests were slightly but perverted. The values of the noblemen who are the guardians of the land are mixing, albeit slightly.

It is also influenced by the election of the Terrorist Tris of origin, who cannot be described as a famous house, as the Supreme Priest, who was able to build a faction in the Holy Capital. He has been a member of the Holy Army since his youth, defeating many mature warcraft and defending the Holy Capital from the invasion of independent aristocrats. To the inhabitants of the Holy Capital and the officials of the Holy Army there are many people who respect the Terrorist Tris, whatever the difference in degree.

The hard times of turmoil demanded powerful asylum. It can also be described as the course of the times.

But it was the presence of a priest who could not honestly acknowledge it.

"... interrogate me"

"Ha."

The woman pushes and kills her anger emotions and orders her men to start interrogating the man.

Open your mouth and punch him in the stomach, if you punch him, he spits it out... this is the interrogation of the Holy Army. I let myself open my mouth so I could leave the role of beating my belly to my men, that's what she decided.

While the woman's men grabbed the man's hair and lifted his face rampantly, he exclaimed his voice and tortured him for interrogation.

She was just a few steps back from that sight, observing as she cared for her sword.

"Say what you snuck in for! The recapture of the sacrifice?

"How did you find this place!? Spit out!"

"What's the old house up to!? What's all that crap!?

Terrorist factions added harsh retaliation after a man's faction hemmed in a burglary.

They discovered or immediately assaulted the Azitos of the men's faction, uprooted the funds and supplies they had, and what they were stealing and collecting, and abducted many of their faction's subordinates.

Probably been tracked during that transfer. And the purpose of the intrusion must be the sacrifice… the retrieval of the descendants that have been abducted and what they were stealing and collecting. That's what women think. Of course, predictions are just predictions. We needed to make him throw up all of it, including the facts that we know in the interrogation.

"… I would like to dispose of the sacrifice as soon as possible"

"Absolutely."

That's what the woman said with the intention of talking to herself, but she had a voice to respond to it.

The woman looks back and confirms the identity of the synonymous person who suddenly appears. She gave the look of surprise.

"Were you arriving?

"Just now."

The women's men also notice its existence, temporarily stopping the hand of torture.

And the man who was being tortured also knew who the person was, who appeared abruptly.

"E... effial priest, take...!?

The intruder, known as Effial, turns his silently frozen cold gaze at the man.

"Stupid... of the Holy Capital, a high priest... an effial priest, why... here!?

It is not so easy for a priest to sneak into the territory of the Kingdom of Levios. It is a difficult undertaking to send in the Lord's Ancestors anyway, so to speak of a terrorist Tris faction that has accumulated know-how in years of intelligence.

Like answering a man's question, the woman says.

"The Holy Army has many eyes and ears to protect the Holy City over its external enemies"

That's not all, but you don't have to tell a man. The woman cut the words there.

This woman and the priestess, called Effial, are both military men.

Efial was a young general with the authority to lead tens of thousands of troops, and the man knew his face and his origins. That's why I didn't understand that I was here.

"Did you think I was one of those guys in the cathedral who would dawn in a chair fight?

The word is meant to mean that Effial belongs to the terrorist Tris faction.

The man squeezes his head full of pain and thinks desperately.

Efial is a man of both priesthood and military standing. And its standing behavior is strong in the latter color. Being affected by terror tris may also be irresistible.

But Ephial's home is the Sacred House. Nonetheless, why does it belong to the terrorist Tris faction, which should also be referred to as the Antiholy Traditionalist......

"... using the Holy Army... just trying to snatch a chair, I guess... guuuuuu...!

Some of the most revered blood muscles in the Holy City are called character. Ephial's home is treated as the least well-off of the Holy Traditionalists.

As long as the Old House forces continue to hold real power, the authority Efial will get will not be so much more. That must be why I saddled up the momentum terror tris faction. That's how the man concluded.

A woman furious at the man's words pulls out her sword again, but Effial stops with her palm facing her. And I looked to heaven quietly, as if I didn't care about the man's words or something.

"We don't take it away, we take it back. authority that once spread too far under this heaven."

To that word, the man could not return the word.

Because Ephial's voice was truly imminent, and it didn't sound like he was acting solely in contemplation of a power struggle within the Holy Traditionalist.

That's all there is to talk about, and the torture just resumes.

The woman ignored the presence of a man and threw questions at a person with effials.

"What is the situation in the Holy Capital?"

A group of effials who have just arrived are up to date on the Holy Capital.

The woman needed to hear the story for her future plans as well.

"... not fragrant. The Holy City is greatly upset by the escape of the Holy Witch, and each faction has not fully revealed the colour of the flag. If the kingdom of Levios were to move in this situation, the factions of the Utilitarians, starting with the High Priest Renessa, would flow to the old house at once and many would have to decide..."

"It also affects that our faction has lost credibility in the matter of the Deanna Priest.... Originally, because the old house's subordination made an extra case!

"There is now a massive social opening in the Wang capital. I do not know what negotiations the Katreaks have made, but perhaps a group of free cities… could use friendly independent aristocrats in our faction as a show. That is, unilateral attacks by the Allied Kingdoms of Nobility and… ravages."

He makes threats as he creates an invasion route to St. Navenpos. You guys are next, he said.

The Holy City is still in the process of being rebuilt, and its damage cannot be measured if it is a total war here. Maybe people will die and the land will be devastated and we will never be able to start over again. The Kingdom of Levios has the power to harass people.

Factions that value profitability will want a surrender that is considerably more conditional than a thorough anti-war. And it is the faction of the old house that sums it up. The structure of power within St. Navenpos is unshakeable.

"... I understand the current situation"

After several questions, the woman grasped the current situation. that our own factions are also at a disadvantage.

When the woman thanked her entourage lightly, she saw Ephial.

She seemed to wait until the woman had finished listening and opened her mouth as soon as she received her gaze.

"It would have been best if we could have arrived before socialization began in Wang Du... Either way, there are few respites left for us. Show me, that's why I'm here."

I didn't have to ask back where, etc. The woman understands everything and leads Effial to the most important place in this hub.

Women and effials, their men, advance side by side through the woods that are difficult to walk. By the time the position of the moon, visible from the gaps of the trees, was highest, it had finally reached the place.

"I intend to prepare as instructed by the letter I received earlier"

"... Hmm, not bad. We'll be able to release them by this time tomorrow."

Observing the sight that had been prepared there for a while, Efial said satisfactorily.

"Is there a problem?

"Oh. Sure, there's a distance to the king's capital, but there's no problem. We have confirmed that the Warcraft can be guided in a short time."

Magic that directs warcraft, which is now already a lost technique.

The woman gave a slight look of surprise when she heard the story but was told its reality by herself.

"It's like magic reproduced by research. It would be something different from the magic exercised by the original Zeth. Besides, my... Enzalf-class induction is at best in the magic power of my ancestors. If we were to guide the Burriola and Kentulk, we would need the power of our ancestors."

"Still, I think it's a great force"

"Oh, so we can use our troublesome powers?"

A chilling grin effial silently confirms the ritual's preparation.

If Effial only performs that role, it is unnecessary such as a reclining ritual. But it still required a lot of performance when acting big. There's also a point in rewarding the merits of my men, who have been in intelligence for years. Seems like a Saint Army soldier around giving these fine considerations.

"... Nevertheless, what a terrible idea the people in the old house had"

"I don't even know what it feels like. But if we don't use what's available, we're not ahead of us."

If we just sit and wait like this, the kingdom can be united. Then we have to strike a blow and ask the situation to change. It's a bet, but this is all we can do anymore.

"This is salvation."

When Efial stood in front of it (...), he raised his hands wide and gave a tranced look.

They're cornered, but they can attack the Levios from the front. Effial was happy with that anyway.

Tomorrow, Wang Capital says the social opening is scheduled.

A large number of nobles are witnessing this threat. Hate and joy intersect, excitement that seems to spit out. It greatly irritated her brain marrow.

"Show strength, and mourn the earth. Deliver our curse."

And Ephial called the name.

"Cursed Beast Klamitis, Cursed Beast Ghana Lynn"