In the morning.
It was the long-awaited day of the expedition, and the castle buzzed with activity. Not only were the families of the knights there to see them off, but also well-wishers from across Nodara had gathered outside the castle as well, adding to the bustling atmosphere as they chanted slogans to honor the warriors.
As for Cyrus, he is still in his room, grappling with his situation. Since yesterday, he hasn't caught sight of Genevieve. Worried about her well-being, he used his 'Authority' over the castle's servants, ordering them to treat Genevieve with the dignity she deserves.
Of course, he considered the idea of being the hero who saves the beauty, but the notion of first making her life worse and then showing kindness to win her love troubled him deeply.
Throughout last night, he mulled over the dilemma: did he truly wish to exploit her vulnerabilities? His conclusion, stemming from the depths of his heart, was simple and firm: absolutely not.
He can't help but admit that he is in love with her and has already regarded her as his own woman. Naturally, he doesn't want to make her life worse for the sake of love. It doesn't mean he wants to give up on her; rather, there is a thought circulating endlessly in his mind.
If he can't even win the heart of the first girl he had fallen in love with and has to resort to underhanded methods, wouldn't it be a disgrace to his status as a dignified arcmage?
Knock!
Suddenly,
His thoughts were interrupted as Dorthy knocked on the door of his room, bearing Baron Robert's requested order.
"Sir wizard, all the knights are prepared to leave. Baron Robert wishes to see you as you haven't chosen a horse yet," she informed him.
"Tell him to wait..." he replied to the headmaid, and she left accordingly.
Since it is a special day, Cyrus spared no detail, donning his majestic and regal attire worthy of an archmage. With black pants, a general-like commanding coat, his fluttering robe wore the symbol of a golden crow in full flight, spreading its darkened wings towards the sky.
It was an imposing sight, as mostly he only wears casual clothing like any other peasant. After admiring himself in the mirror, indulging in a moment of pure narcissism, thinking there isn't a man who can compare to him, he ran his hand through his blond hair, styling it perfectly before making his way to join Baron and the company.
As Cyrus arrived,
He spots three horses awaiting his choice: a palfrey, a destrier, and a courser. Since he doesn't need a war horse as a wizard, he opts for a white palfrey which looks more regal.
"What's its name, Baron?" he asks.
"Sir wizard, this horse is unnamed, and it lacks agility. How about the black one?" Robert suggests.
Cyrus remains silent, frustration evident in his narrowed eyes. However, Robert misinterprets his reaction, thinking Cyrus is disgusted with him, unaware that Cyrus isn't actually upset with him...
Rather,
It was the strange horse that made him feel repulsive.
The horse's structure and build seem fine at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one can discern not only does it have cock and balls but also a loose vagina hanging beneath its tail. This revelation is particularly unsettling to him, as he regards such a horse, belonging to the alphabet community, as a disgrace in his eyes.
'Sorry, pal, you don't deserve to carry my ass around,'
Cyrus silently thought before firmly declaring,
"I've already made my decision."
The poor horse continues munching on grass, unaware that he's been judged. Either way, it doesn't matter as Baron hesitantly asks,
"Um... then... Can I have it? You see, sir, mine is..."
"You raised it, why does it matter to me? Let's just hurry or it'll take a lot more time to reach Dorne otherwise," Cyrus interrupts, eager to move forward.
With resolve, Cyrus mounts the nameless white palfrey alongside all the other knights and soldiers.
Soon, Baron's heavy cavalry heads towards Dorne. Cyrus's eyes linger on the departing castle, hoping to catch sight of a figure he wants to see the most, but Genevieve is absent. He can't help but question,
"Baron, it's odd. Why hasn't your wife come to send you off?"
"Sir, we... she must be tired, you see, our child is sick, so it can't be helped," Baron responds.
Baron doesn't understand why Cyrus is asking about his wife, but thinking about her frustrates him, causing him to whip his horse without reason.
There is restlessness in Cyrus's heart, but knowing he had already controlled all the servants and there would be no danger for Genevieve, he eased his mind.
Now he just wants to conquer the dungeon as soon as possible, and after destroying the portal, he will force Baron to divorce Genevieve.
Then, after getting married to her, he also thinks it wise to have children early on to deepen their love.
Thinking about his own bright future, accomplishments, and the good days ahead with his beloved woman, Cyrus smiles foolishly, his restless heart becoming calm and tranquil, as though he had achieved peace.
But peace is a luxury that only the strong and influential can afford. How in the world can citizens of Nodara afford it? It's impossible, and thus all of them have absolute fear and uncertain worries in their eyes.
"My ... child, today is his 17th birthday, and he is being sent into the jaws of death... I can't imagine if something were to happen... god"
"Husband and I... we've only been married for four days, and now because of those damn monsters, he's leaving me... But I'm proud of him and I hope he will make it."
"I can only hope everything will be alright. We... we hope most of them come back alive."
"You're both worrying for nothing; they have an archmage with them."
"Monsters can evolve faster... it's still uncertain."
The sound of anxious conversations can be heard in all places of Nodara as the knights and soldiers march in unison through the streets. These soldiers are sons of many, and it is widely known that many of them are destined to die. Some of them are even the sole breadwinners in their families.
Even those who have no personal connection to these soldiers feel agony as the overwhelming feeling of gratitude is something they can't forget, as these children are going to fight to protect them, and the land.
Of course, watching your loved ones march towards their potential death is an incredibly painful experience. Because of this, whether it is the mothers, daughters, and wives, or even the fathers, it seems that today it will be inevitable to eat dinner without shedding tears and enveloping in sorrow.
Meanwhile,
Genevieve gazes down at the landscape below, peering through the partially drawn curtains of her bedroom window. Initially she desires to bid them farewell in person, like a sensible wife, but she inexplicably chooses not to do so.
Ever since Cyrus forcefully kissed her the previous night, her emotions have been in turmoil. She doesn't really want to show any affection towards Robert for some reason. Maybe it's because it would be fake anyway, but still, the sense of betrayal and guilt is overwhelming.
She is a conservative woman who believes in the Church of Light, so how can she entertain such unholy thoughts?
Although she doesn't have any romantic feelings for her husband and ever since the day of their marriage he had only abused her. But even if she doesn't like her husband, the fact that her first kiss was stolen by a rogue wizard she had only just met two days ago perplexes her.
There is also warmth in her heart, as Cyrus is the first man to have shown genuine interest in her.
Above all, the sensation of his hands gripping her waist and his muscular chest pressing against her breasts as he had tightly embraced her was both embarrassing and stirring for her innocent maiden heart.
Thus, she resolves not to meet him at all.
Who knows if something unexpected happens?
She can't deny the turbulent emotions any longer, as the taste of his lips still lingers in her memory, something she cannot easily forget.
She also ponders what would have happened if she hadn't run away from him?
And is he upset that she didn't accept the gift from him?
Unfortunately, she has no answers to these questions, and she can only hope for a better future as she herself is tired of living this way.
Hastily, she closes the curtains.
Afterward, she rolls over to the bed, clutching large pillows in her arms while hiding her face on its surface.
Her ears has turn red, and her cheeks flush with bashfulness. .
With concern, she speaks softly,
"Just... be safe."
×××
~Do troll me over my mistakes if you want to read an improved chapter. If you choose to remain silent, I'll assume I'm good... which I don't think I am~
In the sky above, thick, pungent smoke ominously rises, while below on the land, the clash of swords resounds through the forest.
At the same time, the earth greedily slurps down all the rotten blood that flows from the corpses that belong to either monsters or the heroic adventurers.
With Each slash.
With Each claw.
Each passing second.
Another body falls lifeless and grotesque to the dust. It's a cruel sight of battle, where the demonized wolf pack appears to hold sway.
"Die, damn monsters!"
"Ahhh,...My arm... that son of a bitch ate it!"
"Sir...Rudeus, what's the plan?"
"Commander..We're outnumbered."
"Focus, you filths, don't whine like fucking sluts...don't you dare dishonor the might of Sun Guild."
"Yes, with Rudeus on our side, victory will be ours in the end."
"These Wolf bastards may be a little big, but they are still just breed of dogs ..."
"KILL THEM"
Not far away, a man can be seen clad in majestic golden armor from head to toe, adorned with the symbol of the rising sun on it.
He then strides forward, gripping the hilt of the long sword, its blade now infused with a terrifying silver aura.
His face is stern, devoid of emotion as he commands,
"Stay back, pricks... now it's time to finish them off."
In perfect unison, every man shouted,
"Commander, your wish is our command."
Next second,
He unleashes a horizontal slash with his sword towards the enemies, sending forth a wave of aura that sweeps across the forest as far as the eye can see.
The surrounding landscape is enveloped in a threatening silver aura as the heads of demonized wolves and innocent trees alike are relentlessly cleaved apart.
"We won!"
"It's all thanks to Sir Rudeus."
"Tsk... they were just a bunch of dogs after all."
Rudeus Thaddeus, a seasoned 6th Star Aura Knight, whose spirit companion is the silver angel, a beautiful holy creature he awakened years ago. With extensive experience in battle and leadership, he leads a group of adventurers for Sun Guild alongside his fiancée and friends.
He and his comrades were sent here to be tasked with aiding the dark wizard of Raven in closing the Black Portal.
"Here I thought I would be the one saving your cute ass in the end, but you're no fun... honey"
A coquettish feminine voice resonates, announcing the arrival of a voluptuous woman. She captivates with her threatening hourglass figure, despite being clad in the casual uniform of the Sun Guild.
Her ample bosom strains against the fabric as two provocative nuclear buttons visibly protruding from her chest.
Her eyes, as dark as night, radiate mystery, while strands of purple hair escape from a tousled bun, flowing down her shoulders like a mesmerizing waterfall.
"What the hell is wrong with your clothes."
"we're in public, you know...I'm with my soldiers right now."
"Oh, darling, who cares about them? They're just peasants."
"Even so..."
"Come on...They can only look while only you can have it...my swordmasterr~"
"Be modest...we are not married yet."
"Aw, you're such a mood killer. Even with a woman like me as your fiancée, you're still so clueless playing with swords all day long..."
"Can't you, like For once, use your other 'sword' on me....honeeey~"
Her name is Lily Black, a two-star mage, the adopted daughter of the guildmaster, and the fiancée of Rudeus. She also possesses an emperor-level beauty element.
Due to this, she excels in charm magic. It is said that death from her hand is not painful but rather joyful, filled with euphoria.
After noticing his expression remaining unchanged, Lily's demeanor grows serious, signaling her disinterest in playful banter with her fiancé.
Thus she states,
"Anyway... the wizard of death has arrived."
"Is that so..."
"Hey... you don't feel anything about me, they told me..."
"We all abide by the guildmaster's orders, Lily. If something unexpected occurs, I'll be the one to plunge my sword into that bastard's heart."
"Still, he's an archmage... what if I fail and he truly... defiles me?"
"That won't happen, trust me."
"Alright you go now, I'll talk with you later"
"CLEAR THE FIELD SOLDIERS"
"Aye... commander" his men spoke in unison.
"He doesn't care about me at all," Lily uttered before vanishing into a mist of pink fog.
What she's clueless about is that every time he gets near her, he blows his load prematurely, even without any action. And this happens because of her element of beauty that is on an emperor level. She has become a terrifying enchantress, even though she is just a two-star magician in her mid-twenties.
'So What if you are the wizard of death? Can you withstand it in front of her, where even I, the warrior who has rigorously trained my body, can't bear it?' Rudeus muses
Even though he yearns to devour his sultry fiancée, the world remains oblivious to the excruciating torment he is enduring.
Poor guy has been cursed with degrading moniker: "He who can't penetrate."
This revered title was bestowed upon him by a virgin prostitute in his hometown, mocking his feeble attempt to breach her hymen with his measly one-inch tool.
Gazing at the distant black portal in the sky, Rudeus declares firmly,
"I must obtain the enlargement scroll, no matter the cost. I must penetrate this time."
______
Dorne is a beautiful green village situated not far away from the Demon Forest.
While it sounds creepy, the Demon Forest harbors no demons; rather, it's a home to simple monsters and creatures that do not pose a greater threat to the residents.
Because of this, it's a favorite spot for wealthy nobles who enjoy hunting.
It also attracts adventurers and alchemists seeking out its plentiful monster meat and herb gardens tended by the villagers for medicinal purposes.
Thus, life in Dorne offers a higher quality of living compared to many other villages in the Nodara.
People here are healthier, happier, and more prosperous.
While occasional troubles arise from the Demon Forest, such as minor monster disturbances, but the vigilant knights stationed nearby swiftly handle them.
There are also occasional nuisances like snobbish nobles extorting villagers for profit, petty theft, and bandits, but they are generally manageable, allowing life to continue relatively smoothly.
Until one day...
The sun vanished from the sky, and a massive black portal appeared above the Demon Forest, turning the normal beasts that live in the forest into demonic creatures.
Portals are ominous cursed gates with their chaotic evil energy, so whenever one appears, it affects everything in its surroundings.
If this had manifested over a human settlement or city, the situation wouldn't be as frightening as it has now become.
However, in the Demon Forest, live simple beasts to begin with; they don't have any brain or Human-like wisdom.
Sanity is absent...
As a result, not only has the soil become infertile, but the once simple beasts of the forest have also been corrupted, leading to the devastation of the entire Dorne Village.
"Sir Cyrus, this place looks ruined even though it's twenty kilometers far from Dorne."
"Monsters have rampaged it."
"It doesn't matter... I'll destroy the portal as soon as possible."
"That would be for the best, Sir Cyrus. Otherwise, if they breach into the nearby city..."
Cyrus and his company have arrived at the Sun Guild's army camp after a three-day journey, during which they encountered monsters along the way. Due to these encounters, most soldiers and knights are exhausted, despite having horses to carry them.
At the same time...
An elderly-looking mage hastens toward the entrance, bowing hastily.
"Welcome, Sir Cyrus! It's been a long time since I last saw you. Eight years ago, you were still just a kid when..."
"Who are you, old man?"
"My apologies for my rudeness. I am Noman Greek, the seven-star Warmage with the element of fire."
"Good, we'll make a good team in dispatching those filthy beings. But as you can see, my men need rest, as do I."
"Of course, Ron, boy, show the camp that was prepared for the Archmage to Sir Cyrus."
"Yes, sir," a timid boy replies.
Soon Cyrus follows the boy, though he doesn't need much rest. He also doesn't want to engage in conversation with these boring people who are too old for his age.
However, before doing so, he has already instructed Robert to establish the soldiers' personal camp. While attending to this task, Cyrus also directs Robert to conduct a more thorough inspection of the area.
Consequently, Baron Robert quickly nods in acknowledgment and begins working toward their shared objective.
Meanwhile...
Inside the Sun Guild's temporary hall, one can find old tapestries, shelves stocked with magical items, and plenty of healing potions.
But that's not all - two bald men can also be seen blabbering about something as they sit across from each other at a roundtable.
One of them is recognizable Noman Greek, while the other is his counterpart, the wind wizard known as 'Klein the Old.'
"Have you thought it through?"
"Do you think I'm like you...fool?"
"Is there no other option?"
"I sensed it, Klein. He is stronger considering his age."
"What if...we?"
"No...Even together, defeating him would be impossible."
"Then we can only wrong Lily."
"She is a kind girl...but it can't be helped. What about Rudeus?"
"He doesn't have the brain to stop us."
"S...It's decided."
"If we want to succeed the expectations of the guildmaster."
"Lily... has to wither tonight."
"Hahahahah-Hahahahah"
Therefore, both men laughed maniacally.
As faithful hounds, it is their duty to serve their masters. Both old men know this well; they would never miss a chance to lick the guildmaster of the Sun Guild diligently to earn some credit for their old bones and rise to greatness.
I know the quality of this chapter isn't great, and I'm sorry about that. I promise next chapters will be better.
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