"Come on, let's not waste any more time. Ashfall-sama is waiting for us."
Nekomi's determined call put an end to Zesshi's fun. Zesshi carried Decem Hougan, who was half unconscious and covered in blood, on his back. Then, he activated the [Fly] spell and quickly ascended to the upper floor.
In the large treasure room on the upper floor, most of the loot had already been collected. Rare weapons, magical items, and sacred texts were being transported in an organised manner. The first phase of the battle was complete — now it was time for the show.
A few minutes later, magical screens broadcasting to the entire elf kingdom began to glow one after another. Every town, every square, every house... In all of them, a single scene appeared:
In the elf throne room, Harmonia sat on the royal throne in her elegant armour adorned with gold and silver, her eyes gleaming with both coldness and superiority. At her feet, Decem Hougan—his pride shattered, his body covered in blood—was kneeling.
"You're surrendering now, aren't you... my useless brother?"
Harmonia's voice echoed, carrying an authority mixed with disgust.
"I... have lost. The Elf Kingdom surrenders to you. You are now the ruler..."
Hougan confessed in a broken voice. His face was pale, bearing an expression of resignation.
These words pierced the hearts of the people like a dagger.
The once legendary king had shrunk before the eyes of the nation. A brief silence fell—then shock and fear rose from the squares, the houses, the forest villages.
Of course, this Decem Hougan was not real.
It was a carefully crafted illusion.
And Harmonia had been presented as his "sister" to establish a legitimate heir to the throne. In this way, I wanted the people to perceive this attack not as an external invasion, but as an internal struggle for the throne. An internal struggle... Not stained with blood, but with injustice...
Harmonia's voice echoed again, this time softer but more decisive:
"Elven people... do not resist your new queen. I am Harmonia Hougan. If you obey, no harm will come to your families and loved ones. As long as there is no resistance, peace and order will be yours."
At the same time, the Fulmenreich Empire's teleported troops descended upon every region of the elf kingdom. Towns were placed under siege one by one. The same message was delivered to every region:
"Surrender or be destroyed."
At the same time, another battle appeared on the magical screen. On the screen, the legendary elemental Behemoth, who had slain the dragon lords, was defeated and kneeling before Harmonia.
The people across the elf kingdom watched the live broadcast on the magical screens in disbelief. The proud and invincible King Decem Hougan had been brought to his knees by someone claiming to be his sister. A reign that had lasted for hundreds of years had collapsed in a single day.
The man who once shook the mountains and led armies... now lay on the ground. There was no anger or pride left in his eyes. Only fatigue and resignation... He had been crushed underfoot; not only his body, but his sovereignty had been trampled along with him.
In the streets, mothers embraced their children, the elderly leaned their heads against walls and wept silently. Some young people grabbed weapons, but then they looked at each other... and without a word, they dropped their weapons to the ground.
A few groups that attempted to rebel were immediately suppressed. The futility of resistance, along with despair, seeped into the hearts of the people.
In the end, everyone asked each other the same question:
"What will change if we resist? Does this exhausted king have a future?!"
And before the answer came, the answer was already clear. They bowed their heads. The doors of their homes opened. They surrendered, burying their centuries-old pride within themselves.
This was their defeat—a silent, helpless, and inevitable surrender.
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As the appointed minister of this province, Harmonia had several tasks ahead of her:
1) To improve stability in the region.
2) To break down the elves' prejudice against the outside world.
3) To expand trade with other regions.
After deploying part of the army here, the remaining forces began to return to the country. Many magical items and books belonging to the elves were sent to the magic academy in the capital.
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In the heart of the elf palace, I decided to rest for a day. Now there was only one problem left: Decem Hougan. How should I use him?
{Zesshi, bring Hougan.}
I gave my order with a single message spell. Within minutes, Zesshi appeared. She quietly entered the throne room with Hougan hanging from her shoulder like a puppet. Her black and white hair trembled in the shadow of victory. The wild joy in her eyes had not yet faded.
"Ashfall-sama, do you have any other orders?" As she spoke, she threw Hougan's unconscious body at my feet and bowed deeply.
"Did you have enough fun?"
I asked with a cold smile.
"Thanks to you..."
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I have nothing to worry about anymore, my heart is at ease. I am ready with all my heart and soul to give birth to your powerful children, Ashfall-sama."
She spread her arms wide, her eyes shining with obsessive love.
This obsession in Zesshi was like a disease that ran in her blood. Like her father, she wanted powerful children.
I turned to Hougan. I slowly lifted him to his feet and placed my hand on his forehead. I erased all his memories, his identity, his will... All that remained was an empty shell.
I encased him in the [PDL Armour] I had taken from the Silver Dragon. This armour, resistant to magic and providing nearly absolute defence against physical attacks, was now embedded in its new owner's body.
Hougan was no longer a king. He was my loyal killing machine. I had created a weapon that would not speak, rest, or resist—only obey. And as his first command, I ordered him to protect this palace.
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The moment I rose from my throne, two slender arms wrapped around my shoulders—warm, determined, and trembling with love. My stance suddenly faltered. When I turned my head, I saw Zesshi's bright eyes meeting mine.
In her eyes, there was a wild joy hidden behind childlike innocence—the madness of surrender after a long wait.
"I don't want you to go..." she whispered in my ear, her voice almost like a prayer.
She took my hands, holding them gently yet passionately, as if they were her most fragile treasure. She pressed my palms slowly against her face; closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of my skin on her cheek.
She paused for a moment... then began to murmur with joy. It was as if time had stopped for her in that moment.
Then, she gently pressed her lips to my hands. Each kiss was an unspoken vow, a surrender that words could not contain. Sacred, with such suffocating loyalty...
"Ashfall-sama..." she said, her voice like the prayer of a mortal begging.
"I want your powerful seeds... to fill me... to bless me... I want you to seal my soul and body with your presence. Children carrying the blood of a being like you… strong, superior, sacred… Grant me this."
Her words were filled with love, lust, and obsession. A devotion not just to my power, but to my very existence.
In her colourful eyes, there was a hope mixed with tears, a madness mixed with loyalty. She didn't just want me… she worshipped me.
And as I watched this twisted yet pure passion… I wanted to push her against the wall, to possess her, to take her wildly, to fill her womb, to mark her with the seeds she so desired.
I grabbed her jacket and pulled her towards me, sealing her lips with mine. With one hand, I held her black-and-white hair, and with the other, I held her slender waist, pressing her against me. Since she already wanted/expected this, Zesshi immediately responded to my kiss with lust. As we kissed with thirst, my hand slid down. I lifted her skirt and began to knead her ass thoroughly. I felt the fabric of her underwear and the warmth of her delicate ass in my palm.
When our lips parted, we were both out of breath, but we wanted more. When I took off Zesshi's jacket, her breasts, though not as small as Evileye's, were still underdeveloped. After she took off her black short skirt, she hugged me tightly again, and our deep kiss resumed.
As our tongues intertwined, our saliva mixed, and the sounds of our kiss echoed off the walls. I lifted one of her legs and caressed her thighs, covered in long black stockings, sucking on her neck and leaving red marks on her white skin.
When our kiss ended, we parted our lips. We pressed our foreheads together; our breaths mingled, our heartbeats sharing the same rhythm.
Zesshi's cheeks were flushed, but there was desire in her eyes.
I brought my hand to her face. As if my touch were holding her in the world, she rested her head in my palms. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and took a deep breath.
I slipped my hand into her black lace panties and began to stimulate her already wet pussy with my fingers. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and fingered her pussy with my middle two fingers. Zesshi moaned, sticking out her tongue, her legs trembling as if she might collapse from pleasure at any moment.
Before even a few minutes had passed, Zesshi reached orgasm with a high-pitched scream. Love juices dripped down between her trembling legs. Holding onto me tightly to keep from falling, Zesshi looked at me with joyful, misty eyes. Zesshi removed her now completely soaked panties, swaying her hips seductively as she walked toward the throne.
Holding onto the armrest of the throne, she lifted her buttocks towards me. She spread her labia with her fingers and offered her virgin pussy to me. She turned her face towards me and looked at me expectantly, and the love juices flowing from her fingers dripped onto the floor.
Without missing a moment, I grabbed the girl by the waist and thrust my cock all the way in. Even though her hymen was torn, she didn't feel much pain because her pussy was so wet. I hugged her from behind, turned her face towards me, and we started kissing again. At the same time, I slowly thrust my hips, getting her used to my cock.
"Ashfall-samaaa... fuck me harder... fill me up." Zesshi shook her hips impatiently.
First, I slapped her ass, then I stretched out completely and started fucking her at full speed. With every shake of my hips, Zesshi's cries of pleasure echoed through the room. I grabbed Zesshi by the throat from behind and started fucking her harder.
Every time my cock hit her womb, her pussy clenched, squeezing my cock with a wet heat. Zesshi didn't take long to come. When she orgasmed with a scream from her throat, her love juices soaked my cock and the floor beneath our feet.
But I didn't stop there: I lifted one of her legs and pulled her hair, continuing to fuck her hard. She was probably extra sensitive because she had just come. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice, and with each thrust, love juices gushed out. Her eyes rolled back, and saliva dripped from her hanging tongue. Between her moans, she mumbled indistinct phrases, but I couldn't understand what she was saying.
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure I was feeling, I thrust my cock deep into the girl's womb and released my load with a growl. Zeshhi collapsed from another orgasm, and if I hadn't caught her, she would have fallen.
I sat down on the wooden bench, holding Zesshi in my arms. When our passionate kiss began, our longing for each other reignited, and we continued making love for hours.
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After hours filled with love and passion, Zesshi rested her head on my chest and breathed peacefully. As my fingers ran through her hair, her eyelids grew heavy and slowly closed. In the calm of that moment, only her peaceful breathing echoed in my mind.
Just then, Albedo's voice broke the silence.
{Ashfall-sama, I apologise for disturbing you. An envoy from the Dragon Kingdom is currently meeting with me. He wants to purchase undead soldiers to use in the war against the demi-humans.}
This news caught my attention; such opportunities did not come our way every day.
{This is a wonderful opportunity that has come right to our doorstep. Sell them low-level undead. But don't take payment in cash. Make them sign a high-interest loan agreement. They're in financial trouble right now, so if you want, you can give them additional credit.}
{As you command. However, there's one thing I don't understand: wouldn't helping a country that's already financially unstable be a dead investment?}
{Don't worry. Just as we know how to lend money, we also know how to collect it forcefully. And believe me, they are well aware of this. The more we infiltrate the Dragon Kingdom's veins, the more control will gradually fall into our hands.}
{As always, your wise words have broadened my horizons, Ashfall-sama. Your instructions will be carried out.}
When the message spell ended, my mind drifted to the pages of history. I thought of the final days of the Ottoman Empire… mired in debt, fallen under Europe's financial grip, and ultimately forced to make numerous concessions to those nations. If we can bind the Dragon Kingdom to us in the same way, conquest will be achieved without drawing a sword.
And of course… this plan could have other benefits as well. Adding Dragon Queen Draudillon Oriculus to my harem was an appealing thought. Though her power was not particularly impressive in terms of level, her ability to use wild magic made her unique. Though she hid herself behind an innocent loli appearance, she actually had a quite curvaceous and alluring figure. Having her by my side would not only be a political gain… but also satisfying in other ways
.This time, I began communicating with Demurge through message magic:
{Demiurge... I have a task that is perfect for you. It is similar to the operation you carried out in the Kingdom of Roble.}
{Ashfall-sama, I will return with a victory that will satisfy you.} The confident, sly tone in his voice conjured up a smile in my mind's eye.
{You will support the demi-human tribes attacking the Dragon Kingdom. Infiltrate those wild, unrestrained hordes… and take command of their armies. Guide them to inflict as much destruction as possible on the Dragon Kingdom. Our goal is to make the kingdom dependent on our aid. They must kneel at our doorstep for salvation. If things turn out like they did in the Roble Kingdom… there could be nothing better.}
"As you command, Ashfall-sama! However… do you think the Founding Dragon Lord might intervene?" Demiurge reminded him of the greatest potential threat.
"The Brightness Dragon Lord… a creature that stays away from wars, dedicating its life to research and perpetuating its lineage. Moreover… even if that winged lizard were to intervene, it couldn't stand against us."
"I understand, Ashfall-sama." The mocking tone in his voice caught my attention. "With your permission, I will end this meeting to begin my preparations."
After the message spell ended, I hugged Zesshi tightly and fell asleep under the warmth of her body.
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Come on, give me some ideas. We're almost at the end now, with only 3-4 chapters left. I believe I can finish this fanfic this year ^_^