The Red Rose and The Black Rose

"… Leader, are you sure-?" Jeargen was harshly interrupted.

"Yes. There shouldn't be a problem, right?" Cerebrate, the leader of Crystal Tear said firmly and harshly, cutting off the mage from the group while hitting his horse a little harder to make it go faster.

Jeargen could only stay silent, while Balyer said nothing, as always, and Macia just looked to the side, a little uncomfortable.

Where were they headed? To the last fortress left to be liberated.

While it was a place they would eventually go to, they had noticeably moved ahead of the tour of the fortresses and the rest of the Draconic Kingdom army.

After all, it was only a few minutes ago that the attack on the fortress against the Beastmen should have begun.

Although Cerebrate still had some hope of being able to get there first and gain some glory, or at least see the Deorum Regnum army in action.

However, he was certain that by the time they arrived, the fortress would have already been cleared, no matter how much the thought bothered him. That was how the power of the Deorum Regnum army had proven to be.

However, Cerebrate and his party were not supposed to arrive at the fortress so early. And the knight really wanted to see at least some proof that his verbal attacks on Deorum Regnum's own 'goodness' and 'perfection' were valid.

He had tried to find proof in the fortresses they passed by before, but he found nothing very noteworthy or remarkable.

Therefore, he needed to catch them in action.

And since they were Adamantite-ranked adventurers, even if they decided to attack them, not only would it be suspicious if they disappeared once they went to see the army, but even an army could not stand up to Adamantite-ranked equipment.

Cerebrate was very sure of that. He wasn't stupid either, he understood that the Deorum Regnum army had great power, having real Dragons from how they cleared out fortresses full of Beastmen so easily and quickly.

But then again, his team wasn't just anyone. And neither was he.

He smirked. Once he unmasked those guys, not only would he make them lose all the prestige they earned and he and his group would gain the merit, but he would gain the Queen's favor~ Maybe he'll even gain the name of the Dragon Hunter or Tamer with all this if it happened~ Or something like that.

And who knows~? Maybe this time she'll let him ask for a favor beyond something like being stepped on by her cute little feet~

He started to salivate at the thought, but shook his head.

There was no point in imagining the future when such a future depended on his attention in the present.

With a determined, determined look, strengthened by lust and desire, invaluable for any man and warrior, he advanced on his horse followed by his team with great expectations of revealing the lie of those 'perfect'... Deorumians? Whatever.

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"Pfu~ Dealing with all those two-legged animals was kind of tedious~" The beautiful Duchess Suryt sighed, moving one shoulder as if she were stretching. However, the action was noticeably overdone, visibly dislocating the bone and stretching the flesh, only for it to be repositioned with her other hand.

A sound like the regurgitation of a slug and an octopus between sticky and thickly unpleasant bubbles rang out in her mind.

After all, Siegfried didn't exactly fit into this hut they called 'barracks', so he was 'sleeping', or well, resting in the closest way to it for an unnatural creature like him, on some rubble on the other side of the city. And because he was a creature of his kind, he had the power to mentally and psychically connect without the use of [Message]. A very useful ability.

"Ha~ It was just a way of saying~ I know we literally did nothing but stand there and throw things at groups of Beastmen~" She chuckled.

She saw a chair, and decided to sit down, leaning her entire body on it.

At least this low-quality piece of junk could support Suryt's weight.

Honestly, she felt very insulted to have to be among this trash of a place.

However, paradoxically, she was honored, as it was a direct mission from the Supreme Ladies. The feeling of being insulted was not against Them, of course, it would be heresy, and she would rather commit suicide than even think of anything close to that. But she was coming to this human kingdom. Even if it was a fortress taken over by Beastmen, this quality was pitiful.

She sighed as she took out a paper from her inventory, along with a bright orange pen.

She placed said paper on the table in front of her, and began to write with the ink of the magic pen.

It was not a very special item really. It simply allowed one to write without the need for ink consumption when inscribing scrolls or items with level 3 fire magic spells. It was not for nothing that it was the Royal Phoenix Feather.

Likewise, it was a purely decorative trash item at the end of the day. Although it was very useful in the Library of Curious Fairies and the like to create [Fire Ball] scrolls en masse. Although it was also a bit difficult, you had to have good spelling and calligraphy since the writing could not be erased, it was like a superficial burn on the paper, and she had no spells to undo that. Likewise, she had such fine and perfect control over Suryt's hand, that it was easy for her to write in the finest of letters.

There was no way she would allow a precious paper given by the Supremes as a 'message medium' to go to waste. Even if such paper was made with the resources of this world.

Once she finished the message, she closed it, and threw it into the air.

"[Ember Post]" She chanted the level 1 spell that Pyromancers strangely had. At this, the scroll caught fire and disappeared.

It was a purely role spell in Yggdrasil, which in a way, had its use situationally. It allowed scrolls or notes to be sent to selected allies instantly by 'burning' the object through space or something. Suryt, of course, knew the logic behind the spell, but 90% of the Pyromancer Players with this spell, didn't even bother to read its lore.

With the message given to the 'messenger', such a message would be given to the Draconic Queen in about 2 hours. There was no point in waiting days of travel just to give her that short message, plus, it would go against what the Supremes told her.

She hummed in satisfaction, having finished the formalities for today. She knew she had time until she started her invasion campaign against the Beastmen Kingdom, as well as the Dragon Kingdom's army and adventurers would take days to pass through the other liberated fortresses for 'rescue' and such before reaching Draulios. Therefore, she could afford to rest a bit, relax, and let her pets do the same.

Siegfried had been using his skills a lot this week, and while it wasn't a real bother to him, Brynhildr was generous, and would allow the Dragon to rest a bit.

She smiled and leaned back in her chair a bit as she closed his eyes.

She didn't have many opportunities to meet the Supremes, so she couldn't help but remember it every chance he got~

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{Memory Time}

She had entered the capital city of Deorum Regnum, coming straight from Titania, and now they were witnessing her two Goddesses~

"Love." She heard Supreme Black Abyss speak, though she thought she heard wrong… Isn't Suryt thinking too loudly now? How annoying… Right in front of the Supremes… "Are you sure? It's a Legendary team… Titania spent a lot of resources making it, it'll be in great danger with me." Lady Black Abyss White Flower said, as Dont herself placed the crown of thorns with a translucent white cloth on her head, hiding her face slightly.

"Mo~ You silly thing~ Of course I'm sure~ This equipment was made by Din Mandalore with the intention of protecting you better than your usual equipment as Titania does~" Her Majesty, her creator and… M-Mother, Lady Dont-Say-My-Name, said in a somewhat affectionate tone… Fu~ It was good that the Supremes loved each other so much again~ "Likewise~ You don't have to worry about 'only using it when you are Titania'~ When the matter of Titania itself passes, or whatever happens, this equipment is optimized to be able to be passed on to one of the Maids once they reach their appropriate level~ More specifically, in case you forgot~ For Vassago~" She chuckled, looking at the Black Abyss Supreme from all angles.

Ah~ That laugh was music to her ears~ Or well, Suryt's ears, which ended up being hers anyway. "A silver ensemble with flowers, referencing the White Flower of my name, a crown of thorns in honor of Jesus Christ, son of God, a white veil in honor of Baldwin, a cape in a mix of royal blue and white in honor of the Virgin Mary." Black Abyss murmured aloud, then turned around to them. "Suryt, Brynhildr, what do you think? Is this an outfit worthy of the Saint of the Deorum Regnum?" She asked, turning around so they could see the design in its entirety.

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Both of them looked at the ensemble, over and over again in an instant. Brynhildr could feel her retinas burning with that image in her mind forever.

Suryt wanted to pout somewhat jealously, but the move was denied her.

"My Supreme Lady, regardless of the incredible work of Titania's Blacksmith, and the divine symbolism that was appropriated into each part perfectly to represent holiness, we are sure that even if you were to put on one of the pathetic outfits of the lower commoners of, say, Re-Estize, you would still be no less than a saint among saints." It came out from between Suryt's beautiful lips, with noticeable adoration and appreciation.

"Fine, that does it for me~ I'll wear this from now on as Titania then~ I have to meet up with those Theocracy guys someday… I'm a little 'Ugh' about it, so whatever. Don't keep the girls waiting too long." Black Abyss said, giving Queen Titania a playful 'bonk'.

"Nn~ Mo~" She smiled in amusement and love, although Brynhildr 'hit' Suryt believing that she was interfering in the view again by 'romanticizing' reality. "Well~ Ejem. Suryt, Byrnhildr, ma gals, I have a very important mission for you~ And I assure you that you will have fun doing it~" She smiled widely, with such evil and sadism, that it made Suryt tremble with fear, and Brynhildr tremble with excitement, not in the sexual sense of course.

"Basically, about the method that you will use for this war that was assigned to you." Black Abyss said from the side. "You will have a time limit, you will use a tactic that we know as Blitzkrieg."

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At the memory, she gasped quite pleased just remembering the Supremes.

A tear fell from her left eye, sliding down her cheek.

Suryt frowned and opened her eyes. She wiped the tear with a finger and looked at such wetness on her glove.

She then looked down at her crotch, and grimaced.

"Do you really have to do this every day?" She sighed exasperatedly, she really was annoying sometimes.

However, she couldn't ignore her, she already made her beg for long enough.

She stood up from the chair and moved a little away from any furniture. She needed some space to make this more comfortable.

Suryt took a deep breath, and Brynhildr made her open her mouth.

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Cerebrate took a deep breath as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This was crazy…

While he was quite determined before, he was now somewhat anxious, he wasn't going to fool himself.

Maybe the group splitting up to investigate wasn't the best idea...

He was going to enter through different points in stealth, based on the lack of surveillance.

Cerebrate was going to enter through the main door.

It was already nighttime by the time they arrived, but they were going to take advantage of the fact that at least there was darkness, and the Deorum Regnum soldiers would be sleeping for the most part.

But of course, maybe it wasn't a good idea.

After all, he immediately fled to hide behind some ruins as soon as he saw how the main square looked like a nest of Wyverns and Dragons, with all of them sleeping peacefully.

He expected to see humans, maybe captured Beastmen, or in the most conspiratorial of options, maybe Beastmen and Deorum Regnum soldiers negotiating something in a plot. But he definitely didn't expect to see a literal draconic army sleeping in the square as if they weren't beasts.

He expected them to at least be sent to the houses, or sleep outside while the soldiers slept in the houses, but no, they were all sleeping together… There were even Lizardmen if he looked closely.

But there weren't even guards patrolling… And the thought of Dragons doing it instead gave him the creeps and made him want to run away.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, looking over the edge to see the group of sleeping Dragons, as if to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Although he saw them more than once before.

His heart stopped for a second when he saw one of those creatures on the roof of a house.

And it wasn't asleep.

It was looking at the sky.

Its skin was black… No, it wasn't skin, it wasn't even scales… It was fur as dark as the starless night… It looked like a giant bear with a reptilian structure more than a Dragon… It had like gills glowing in an eerie white on its neck, as well as the lower part of its neck and belly seemed to emit that same glow, releasing a white slime. Its claws glowed with that same light…

And its head… It looked like an exposed skull… Or an exoskeleton, like the jaws of a giant bear or wolf fused into a single structure, with the inside of its mouth drooling with the same liquid as before, and glowing the same white, with a more pointed snout, and beads with unpleasant blind white eyes, and long segmented horns that glowed softly backwards… It seemed to be yawning, causing drool to fall from its mouth.

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When the creature lowered its head, it quickly went back into hiding for the most part, still spying… It felt the wind, shit…

Even at that distance, because of the silence of the place, it could hear the creature taking deep breaths. A Dragon, regardless of its race, was such a highly evolved creature, that even its sense of smell was superior to that of trained search dogs…

Obviously it took that into consideration, with the mage in its group, a spell was applied that neutralizes the smell and noise of its footsteps, as well as a powder that further minimizes the smell. Still, it couldn't underestimate a Dragon's sense of smell even then.

It held its breath, but it couldn't take its eyes off the creature. It would be dangerous if it were to lose sight of it.

The creature almost gave it a heart attack when it looked directly in its direction.

Cerebrate hid back, hoping that he hadn't seen him…

Long seconds passed, and the knight dared, with the greatest of precautions, to look back.

And there the creature was still, only now… Cerebrate wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't trust it, because the creature simply looked straight at the sky again, lost in the moon and its brightness.

Slowly, he crawled back, not wanting to make the slightest noise. He had to hide better. He had no idea how he had hidden his scent from those things, but he preferred not to stay in the same place.

He looked around once he got far enough away, being careful of the sky, the roofs and the alleys. In case there were more Dragons or Wyverns or things roaming around awake…

And he saw what seemed to be the military barracks for the main entrance. That's where the city and gate guards were normally.

Sure, it was different from the combat barracks, in Draulios, there were 10 combat barracks, being that it was a city heavily besieged by Demihumans, being under constant attack.

But he had no good expectations of finding one of those 10 barracks so quickly, and although the guard barracks would have little equipment, if not none if the Beastmen destroyed everything, it was a better hiding place than a normal house.

So, with the greatest stealth he had, he crept there.

Strangely, there was not the slightest indication that Dragons had passed through there. Sure, he was not an expert in detecting things, much less a Dragon, that can fly or go on the roofs of houses, but he had a bad feeling.

… Maybe here was their 'alpha' or something like that…? Or maybe…?

He thought about that 'duchess'…

Perhaps… He couldn't take her hostage, that would only make him an enemy of Deorum Regnum, and perhaps they would consider him a criminal even in the Draconic Kingdom to avoid retaliation…

But he could acquire some evidence from her, who must surely be sleeping, or perhaps sabotage her a little.

Either way, it made him uneasy, but it was either the possibility of encountering something like that, or the possibility of being caught by Dragons while being completely alone in a city also full of Dragons…

He didn't hesitate in his options, and moved forward.

It didn't take long for him to arrive, and enter through an open window…

The place was dark, but there was evidence that someone had been there recently, as shown by the fact that there were weapons of a quality impossible to find in a guard barracks, as well as a black coat of… Incredibly high quality. It almost seemed to surpass his own equipment as an Adamantite-ranked knight… No, something told him… Was that coat superior to a complete adamantite armor set…?

He swallowed, grabbing one of the weapons.

It felt heavy… But not that heavy, it was awfully well balanced. Still, it was very heavy for a saber…

He could take advantage and take this at least with him. He considered it compensation for almost being torn apart by Dragons a few moments ago.

He heard the sound of something in another room and froze. He completely paralyzed himself as he broke out in a cold sweat, afraid if he was honest. His position was not at all advantageous to explain anything that would really help him get out like nothing happened. He couldn't even hide in time because of the distance to hiding places…

However, no one came…

And he allowed himself to calm down a bit. Likewise, he looked at the door of the room.

It was half open, and orange light could be seen coming from inside…

He swallowed.

With careful steps, he approached as slowly and quietly as possible.

Once he was in front of the door, he swallowed again, unsure whether to look inside… Was he listening… Moans and wet sounds…?

He frowned… What…?

Several possibilities came to mind, and among them, some that served him well.

Perhaps it was a bit risky, but… What if the much-acclaimed Duchess Suryt had a lover among her army? What if she was sinfully self-indulgent?

He smiled a little at the thought. At least it was something. He didn't exactly get the evidence he was looking for, but if he had a possible extortion at hand… Maybe he can do something with it~

With a little encouragement to do so, he pushed the door as gently as possible to see inside…

Duchess Suryt was thrown against a wall, her shirt half open and her tie loose, her arms were thrown to her sides and more of her equipment as well…

And above her, another woman…

He blinked.

She wasn't a woman like Suryt… Not at all. If Suryt was tall, this woman was… Short… Maybe very short… She would barely reach the height of the lower part of the duchess's chest.

And at the same time… She looked like a doll because of her dress… A black dress, long and pompous, with ruffles and many unnecessary decorations, but completely black. There was a large window to her remarkably large chest in proportion to her height, so that the dress still covered her shoulders and shoulder blades at the reception, with flared sleeves down to smooth, marble-like white hands… Almost quite literally, with both hands holding a red bow on their respective wrists.

Her long white hair was perfectly trimmed and taken care of down to the beginning of her skirt at her waist, with a black headband that seemed to be holding a small black top hat with a red ribbon and a ruby ​​in it to the side of her head with a black bow…

And finally, her eyes with black sclera and red pupil fragmented into 10 more pupils looked boredly over the dark black veil, lifted so that the almost chitinous and open mouth, showing the needle-like teeth at the back of the teeth were visible, along with her unpleasant black tongue, which… Was intertwining with the eager tongue of Duchess Suryt, who seemed in pure ecstasy.

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Cerebrate froze at the scene, and dozens of questions began to float through his mind, almost like screaming and making his mind seem to beep instead of properly listening and understanding what he saw…

A-A monster…? A Succubus…? W-With Duchess Suryt…?

He blinked, almost smirking victoriously, having a high-quality blackmail material in his hand now.

However, he couldn't move. Not because he was immobilized or anything, but because the next scene froze him back.

The pale woman raised a hand and slapped Duchess Suryt hard, resonating painfully as the redhead's cheek was now a little red. However, Suryt only gasped, not complaining or grunting in pain… Huh…?

"You're asking stupid questions? Do I need to get your stupidity out again?" The short woman said almost incredulously annoyed, threatening the duchess with a closed fist and an irritated look.

"A-Ah~ Q-Questions~? W-What questions, mistress~?" Suryt gasped in confusion, looking almost hopelessly aroused by the closed fist… No, wait, outside of that obvious display of intense masochism…

Mistress!? What the hell was she seeing!? Duchess Suryt was a masochist dominated by that short 'woman'… It wasn't a question, she was seeing it…

"Seeing it?" The short woman frowned, and opened her eyes as her veil fell and covered her mouth.

With what seemed like an eternity, as Cerebrate's heart seemed to stop, the white woman's neck moved slowly, with the 'Mistress's' gaze fixed on Cerebrate now.

A frozen silence filled the barracks for long seconds…

"M-Mistress~?" Suryt broke the silence, completely aware of what was happening.

Cerebrate looked at Suryt for a second for such a thing, and suddenly, an intense pain, like thousands and thousands of needles sticking into him, came to his head. Even if he wanted to stay quiet, he groaned in pain as he closed his eyes and scrunched up his entire face, clutching his head from such intense pain.

"G-Gahh…!" He gasped, backing away, disoriented by the pain, having accidentally opened the door all the way.

"You stupid bitch! Open your mouth!" He vaguely heard the 'Mistress' scream.

Even with that pain, he knew he had screwed up by digging so much into this…

He quickly turned around, he had no time to go to the door, so he opened the window, completely frozen seeing the blind, almost cloudy white eye of the 'Vigilant' Dragon from before, staring at him…

"Don't move!" He heard the 'Mistress' grunt, as the pain in his head subsided a little, but not enough for Cerebrate to even gather his thoughts.

Cerebrate only had one choice… H-He had to take Suryt hostage-

He turned to run and have that thing and the duchess within reach of his sword, but he froze even within the pain at the scene.

Suryt's mouth was opened, perhaps too much, dislocating her jaw.

And the 'Mistress' was thrusting into it from the feet up, with her waist already inside it as she writhed, thrusting deeper and deeper.

Suryt stood, almost in an orgasmic ecstasy as she stayed as still as possible.

She seemed to enjoy the 'Mistress' going down her throat… Which was noticeably bulging, but not as if a person was entering there, but rather as if some kind of worm was sliding and entering her system…

The scene not only gave Cerebrate instinctive repulsion, but caused him morbidity and uneasiness, making him take a step back.

However, he heard the Dragon's growl behind him, and took the risk.

Likewise, the headache was noticeably reduced the further the small woman went into Suryt.

So, grabbing the saber he just grabbed, he charged towards the Duchess of Deorum Regnum.

"'G-Graaah-!"

A massive golden arm appeared beside Suryt, in magnificent patterns, as flames were manifested solidly within the structure like loose armor.

Such an arm gripped the blade of the saber tightly, leaving Cerebrate immobilized, unable to even move the weapon.

"W-W-Waaaaa!" He screamed, in pure desperation.

He watched as the 'Mistress's' head finally entered the mouth, and seemed to dissolve into a black abomination of dark worms and white roots as it disappeared between the closing lips.

He shivered in disgust as he let go of the weapon, drawing his own sword from his belt, standing against a wall as he watched the Dragon approach with exposed teeth, and Suryt seemed to orgasm…

Only for her to go completely still, and her expression to turn neutral.

"Ugh, I knew we should be more specific. Still, what the fuck is a human doing here…?" The duchess growled, her expressions and gestures not resembling the masochistic pleasure disorder of just now… But rather…

"Y-You are a parasite…" The adventurer stammered in terror, understanding the nature of that despite his fear, with the pain in his head having disappeared.

"Oh my, we have to give him a little star. He managed to discover the most obvious thing in the world." Suryt, or rather, that thing, that parasite shaped like a short woman, rolled her eyes, while she grabbed the saber between the fingers of her golden arm, which began to burn until it disappeared into embers once the saber was in Suryt's hands… "Well, I have no idea which pathetic human you are, but I can't let you go now." She hummed, looking at her weapon as she raised her hand, causing the Dragon to stop his advance and shut up.

Cerebrate sweated rivers as he tried to think of a way to escape… N-No… M-Maybe… Maybe he could fight… At least enough to escape and rejoin his group… Y-Yes… T-The only problem seemed to be those golden arms and the Dragon… I-If he avoided these, he could harm Suryt and run away~ Y-Yes~ Or take her hostage, something…

He growled at his lack of chances, and at the condescending, bored, and annoyed look of the parasitized duchess.

"Mm, maybe I could get inside you and make you submit… Mm…" She hummed, really considering her words, however, she looked as if surprised as her arm extended, pointing the saber at Cerebrate. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you brainless whore?" She said in a calm but threatening tone.

D-Does the duchess still have some control…? B-But…?

"You don't want me to get inside anyone else? What a retarded you are." She sighed in exasperation, clutching her forehead with her other hand, though there was a deep blush on her face… He didn't know who it belonged to anymore, but it wasn't something to be considered. "Well, whatever. Draconic Wendigo, take him to Siegfried, make him… 'Mush'~" She smiled more maliciously, with an evil glint in her eyes. But then she dropped her smile and looked annoyed. "And by 'mush' I don't mean crush him, I mean destroy his mind and make him docile." She said as if it should have been obvious, but if she had to be specific…

The Dragon seemed to sweatdrop for a moment, however, it was that moment that Cerebrate needed.

"GRAAHHHHH!" He roared as he leapt towards Suryt, sword in hand, ready to feint and avoid the hands.

However, the 'Draconic Wendigo' extended its tail at an impossible speed and pierced Cerebrate's shoulder with a sharp piece of bone at the tip of its tail as a stinger…

"Agh!"

"Did you really think you could do anything…? Even outside of this idiot I could crush you in my hands… Ugh, it makes me doubt if you're really stupid in comparison." The woman seemed to sigh, finding it unbelievable what Cerebrate did while he continued to insult the duchess…

"M-Monster! T-The Draconic Kingdom will not sit idly by! T-They'll have to deal with-!"

"With what? Tell me. What does this pathetic human kingdom have that can even stand up to this small portion of Deorum Regnum's army?" Suryt, fed up, fell to Cerebrate, leaving him speechless… Well… It was true… The Draconic Kingdom simply… Did not have the power to oppose Deorum Regnum… "Take him away, I'm tired of idiots for today." She said exasperatedly.

The Draconic Wendigo did not make a sound, and with its stinger in its shoulder, it left the barracks with impressive agility, and climbed onto the roofs…

Cerebrate growled, only able to see the moonlight as it was carried at breakneck speed to who knows where…

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"So we're leaving without the leader…?" Macia asked doubtfully.

"Yes. We can't risk going in with so many… So many Dragons there… We just can't. We already know why the army had such an easy time conquering the Beastmen from the fortresses." Jeargen sighed. "I'm sure the leader should know for himself and be coming back. But the longer we stay here, the more risk there is of them sensing our scent. And I don't want to risk that."

"But we can't abandon the leader…" Balyer muttered, somewhat uneasy at the idea.

"… We're not abandoning him. We're just… We're going ahead without telling him… Come on… Before something bad happens…" Jeargen sighed.

Macia and Balyer looked at each other, and Balyer could only obey somewhat uncomfortably, while the group's healer looked somewhat sad and scared.

And so, Jeargen made his horse start to gallop. They had to get away from this nest of Dragons as fast as possible… And for the sake of the Draconic Kingdom, not tell anyone about this, and convince their leader to do the same…

If he ever came back…

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"Tch, you still horny, slut?" Brynhildr growled, quite irritated by the interruption earlier and everything that came with it.

She heard Suryt panting as her body continued to drool and get even wetter.

Brynhildr could only sigh.

"Fine, but don't complain if I leave marks on you. I'm really frustrated right now. So at least be a good girl and stay still." She growled, causing Suryt to stand up, ready to get out of her again.

She paused for a moment as she heard Suryt again, and sighed as she held her forehead.

"Ha… Yes, yes. I love you. Still, don't expect me to treat you better despite it." She let out as she prepared to leave. Fortunately for both of them, in a way… Suryt was more than fine with that last part…

Certainly, the setup made in the mix of Lady Dont-Say-My-Name, Lady Most♥Valuated♥Player, and Lady °Mulin123°, made for the shadiest and most toxic pairing in all of Titania, as oddly functional as it may be.

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Name: Brynhildr Albion Implacable Dreik Monark

Creators: Dont-Say-My-Name

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