"Lady, don't be so stubborn. Soon enough, you'll be begging to kneel and serve me. Ha ha."In Elena's room, four men stood laughing at her. She was tied up on the bed, her mouth gagged with fabric, allowing only muffled, humiliated sounds to escape. She had no idea what was happening; all she knew was that these four men had suddenly burst into her room, tied her up, and forced her to swallow some sort of drug that made her feel extremely uncomfortable."Are you sure of her identity?" the leader in black asked. His subordinate quickly ingratiated himself."Yes, young master. She is Elena Vladislavovna, the daughter of a minor noble in Bayer and one of the belles of the Royal Academy.""Good. Once this is done, you'll be rewarded," the leader praised, causing his subordinate to wag his tail like a loyal dog, pledging unwavering loyalty.Elena's unease grew as her body began to heat up. An unknown fire ignited within her, making her increasingly restless. She struggled to break free, bu
After exchanging a few blows, Franz gauged the strength of the middle-aged man to be around the mid-stage of the Battle King realm. He sneered."Who would have thought that a Battle King would stoop to the level of trying to rape women?"The middle-aged man merely scoffed."Everyone serves a master. You should let us go. Our young master is from the Carlos family. If you let us leave, we can consider this incident as if it never happened.""Let you go? Sure, but you have to leave your lives behind."Franz laughed heartily, his sword energy increasing in speed as he shouted,"Three Sun Moon Sword!"As before, the sword image formed a fluttering butterfly, but this time it was even more exquisite, resembling a real butterfly. Kusanagi traced a beautiful arc, striking directly at the man's shoulder. The middle-aged man merely scoffed again."Just a little trick. Earth Element Battle Qi, First Slash Sword."His cross-shaped sword radiated a fierce golden battle aura as it pierced through
“Hey, you said to capture him alive, but look at what you ended up doing!” Leona glared at Alex, who could only scratch his head and apologize awkwardly.“What do we do with this one?” Alex pointed to the leader, who quickly protested, “You can’t kill me! I’m from the Carlos family—you’ve heard of us, right? Let me go, and we can just forget all of this.” He tried to intimidate them with his family’s name, but deep down, he was already plotting his revenge if he managed to escape.“Carlos family? Like I care!” Leona snapped. “I’m from the Bonaparte family, so if you don’t want more trouble, stay down.” She stamped down, pinning him to the ground. Alex broke into a nervous sweat—this girl was fierce, but he had to admit, he liked it.Boom.Two figures exploded out of the room, locked in fierce combat: Franz and the middle-aged Battle King. Franz’s movements were swift; he had put Kusanagi away and was wielding two Lạc Vân swords, relentlessly striking at the middle-aged man’s we
"Where is this place?"The leader asked, his voice trembling with fear. All he knew was that as soon as he looked into the young man’s eyes, the world around him transformed. The sky turned dark, clouds churned ominously, and a blood-red moon appeared. The ground was soaked in blood, and he found himself bound tightly to a cross. Standing before him was that young man, holding a knife, his gaze dark and chilling. But what terrified him even more was the sight surrounding him—it was himself, in dozens of forms, each one bound to crosses and each confronted by a version of the young man. Hundreds of identical scenes stretched out before him, each as horrifying as the last."Where is this, you ask? This is my world, where I am the master. If I want you to live, you cannot die."Franz replied coldly. "Tsukuyomi" was an illusion technique of the Sharingan. Anyone caught in its grip lost all sense of space and time, trapped in a realm completely under the caster’s control. It inflicted not
In the early morning at the Royal Academy, everything seemed to be proceeding as usual. It was as if the battle from the previous night had no impact on the lives of the residents here, except for the pile of debris beside the manor. Inside the manor, everything appeared very tidy; Alex had taken care of all the post-battle arrangements the night before.However, the atmosphere within the manor was unusually silent. Everyone had gathered in front of Elena's room, where Franz stood beside the bed, looking dejected. On the bed, Elena was crying uncontrollably while holding Leona. As soon as she woke up, Elena realized she was not wearing anything and saw a young man beside her, along with a blood-red flower on the bed. Now, even a fool could understand what had happened.“Elena, I’m sorry. I’ll take responsibility for this,” Franz mumbled. Inside, he was lamenting, realizing that a moment of weakness could ruin a lifetime. After all, hadn’t he entrusted his purity to her for over twenty
The palace of the Ala Empire is a grand and opulent structure, with gold leaf adorning every roof and illuminated by magical crystals, surrounded by a rich landscape. The throne room is a vast chamber of over five hundred square meters, supported by dozens of stone pillars, with a vaulted ceiling adorned with divine murals. Above the throne sits a man in his fifties, dressed in a black robe decorated with golden patterns. Emperor Nikolai V has a touch of gray in his beard and hair, more wrinkles on his face, and a long scar running from his eye to his mouth. Though he appears reclusive, he radiates the majesty of a sovereign, with calm and bright eyes that shine like stars.Standing beside Emperor Nikolai are two young men with blonde hair: the second prince, Pecival, and the first prince, Luscar. Both have bright eyes similar to the emperor’s, but Pecival’s express tranquility while Luscar’s convey a more somber demeanor.“Greetings, Your Majesty.”Heter and Duss bow slightly to Empe
Nikolai V pondered briefly, then spoke. Everyone in the palace was taken aback. Bridge City was a mid-sized fortress within the empire, not far from the border. Adjacent to it lay a swamp known as the Phantom Swamp, abundant with minerals and magical creatures, while its eastern edge bordered a vast sea. This location attracted a large number of mercenaries, making the city’s security somewhat unstable. Most importantly, Bridge was the empire's last line of defense, preventing enemies from advancing into the imperial plains."Your Majesty, I don’t believe we should entrust Bridge to Viscount Franz Bonaparte," said Crown Prince Luscar. "It’s a vital stronghold, and Viscount Franz Bonaparte is too young. I fear he lacks the capability to manage such a responsibility."Prince Percival also voiced his opinion. "That’s right, Your Majesty. Furthermore, the situation in Bridge is chaotic. Viscount Bonaparte only has two hundred guards under his command; I doubt he’ll be able to control the
Franz inspected the flowers with a smile. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine. He turned to see Leona, her expression stern as she slowly rolled up her sleeves. In a bit of a panic, he quickly said, “Alright, alright... I’ll tell you.” Leaning in, he whispered in her ear. She responded with a look of surprise, “Really? That sounds interesting! I’ll help you out this time.”…In the evening, the Royal Academy’s residential area for students lay mostly quiet. Although it was spacious, most nobles preferred to live outside the city to enjoy more freedom, leaving the dormitories sparsely populated. In front of the dormitory stretched a vast flower garden, and behind it rose a small, grassy hill. As dusk settled, a light mist crept over the hill, giving it an air of mystery.“Elena, what are you looking at?”Inside her room, Elena gazed toward the hill as it gradually darkened. Beside her were her three roommates at the Royal Academy—Princess Adina, Duke Phillip's niece Amy, and Emm