Chapter 177: The Ultimate Winner of the Battle of Joyce Fortress (Part 2)

Chapter 177: The Ultimate Winner of the Battle of Joyce Fortress (Part 2)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

After a day and night of fierce battle, this fortress city finally welcomed peace. Viscount Aaron, the commander of the defending troops, was defeated in a duel by Clyde, the representative of Steinbeck Fief’s army. After his defeat, Viscount Aaron was relieved from his position.

With the resignation of the highest commanding officer of Joyce Fortress, the defending troops surrendered. The remaining 10,000 troops raised the white flag. After a night of fierce fighting, Viscount Aaron’s side had suffered over 5,000 casualties, almost one-third of his military force. As for their opponent, Steinbeck Fief had lost 3,000 or so troops.

However, these losses were practically negligible. Those 20,000 troops charging at the front had all been Undead disguised as human soldiers. There was almost no difference between losing 3000 of them and losing all of them. In any case, it wouldn’t be counted as a loss of personnel. Clyde’s actual losses were actually about 100 people. After incorporating those 10,000 troops of Viscount Aaron, it was a very profitable transaction.

Out of respect for the deceased and considering the feelings of the defenders, Clyde ordered his subordinates to build a cemetery nearby where they would bury the dead under Viscount Aaron with full honors. He rejected the advice of certain high-level monster generals to use Undead Summoning Magic to convert those over 5,000 human corpses and combine them with his Undead army. In any case, those 3,000 Undead that had died in battle could be used again and again after resurrecting. He didn’t lack for Undead.

After constructing the cemetery, Clyde made an exception and appointed a priest of Light Church. Miss Sophy held a blessing ritual to release the deceased in the cemetery and prevent other dark existences from summoning those over 5,000 human soldiers as Undead. This was the greatest kindness he could offer.

After Viscount Aaron surrendered, he directly passed his noble and commander positions to his younger sister Yani, which could be counted as a peaceful way to give both sides face. According to the traditions of Ximengsi Continent’s Victor Alliance, Viscounts and Barons, these low-level ranks could be directly passed to a blood relative without the authorization of an Earl or above. There were also no restrictions on men and women. Merely, many aristocrats subconsciously chose male successors when passing on their ranks. In the entire Ximengsi Continent, no human nation expressly forbade women from inheriting noble titles.

Yani took a sabre symbolizing a Viscount’s status from Aaron’s hand, officially inheriting the title from her big brother. At the same time, she also took over Joyce Fortress. Like this, she inadvertently became Adrian Empire’s first Viscountess. The defending troops of Joyce Fortress had no objections towards this decision. They had known this brother and sister pair for many years, so it was not an unacceptable matter for Miss Yani to take over the Viscount position.

After the peaceful transfer of power, Aaron felt deeply ashamed. Marquis Charles had cultivated him with great expectations, even giving him over 15,000 troops. However, among these elite troops who had originally belonged to Marquis Charles, he had lost one-third and handed over the remaining two-thirds to the enemy. Although there were many reasons behind this defeat, including the matter of those Dark Shamans delivering equipment to his opponent, as the commander, Aaron had still held the greatest responsibility. He decided to take responsibility for this defeat alone.

Therefore, Viscount Aaron politely turned down Clyde’s recruitment offer. He chose to retire with his adjutant and some former subordinates before leaving Joyce Fortress. As for their destination, it was unclear. They might become adventurers or seek shelter with a new Suzerain, but that was not within Clyde’s considerations. He didn’t have the special interest tof forcing men to serve him. In any case, Viscount Aaron had already promised his younger sister Yani to not commit suicide, so there would be no big problems.

Miss Yani didn’t command the army. After becoming a Viscount, she wisely chose to surrender to Steinbeck Fief and merged with the other party. She was happy to serve as a nominal commander. Everyone belonged to the Adrian Empire, so it was not shameful to surrender. At most, it was changing to whom they pledged loyalty. It was only a change in their Suzerain (boss).

As for the previous bond between Aaron and Marquis Charles, Yani didn’t need to consider it. That was a matter between her big brother and Marquis Charles. Now that Aaron had retired, that relationship was automatically eliminated. Even if Marquis Charles learned of this, he also couldn’t say anything. After all, with Aaron’s departure, the pledge had also disappeared.

Now, Clyde’s side had taken over Joyce Fortress. After the merging of the two armies, the number of human troops under Clyde increased to over 20,000 people, and their strength also greatly increased. Although it would take some time to coordinate them, it was not a big problem. With the special relationship between Yani and himself, the probability of these newly incorporated troops betraying him was practically zero. Aaron had clearly considered this matter before leaving. The few subordinates he had taken away were all diehard loyal to him. He had taken them along to avoid them creating troubles or being disobedient when his younger sister took over his position.

The previous commander’s luxurious bedroom in Joyce Fortress turned into Clyde’s private bedroom after some simple changes. Viscount Aaron had managed Joyce Fortress for a period of time. No matter whether it were his decorations or overall layout, all outclassed the former rooms Clyde had used during his stays in the previous few towns. Clyde, who had been busy the entire day, finally found a good place to rest.

In this luxurious private bedroom, girls’ clothes lay scattered on the gorgeous fur carpet. There were all kinds of clothes: outer garments to undergarments, silk stockings, and so on. The room was illuminated with red candlelight. That ambiguous hue increased the erotic atmosphere of the room by many folds. In addition, specially lit incense filled the room with a certain fragrance.

On the large soft bed of his new room, Clyde enjoyed certain marvelous services. White lambs served him. Their alluring bare bodies were now his possessions. Miss Anna and Kylie stayed on his left and right, rubbing their well-developed figures on him. Clyde could feel the soft and elastic feeling of their intimate skin contact. Betty, who had a comparatively slender figure, lay in Clyde’s bosom, burying her head in his chest. Seeing her close girlfriends’, Anna and Kylie, actions, although her figure couldn’t be counted as the well-developed type, she imitated them, similarly rubbing her body against her master and together bringing Clyde three times the pleasure.

Above Clyde were Princess Halisi and Princess Saras. These two princesses knelt while facing each other. Their legs were slightly intertwined, forming an exquisite pillow for him. He could feel their smooth and astonishing elasticity. After all, they were princesses and were well-maintained. Princess Saras reported the latest situation of Steinbeck Fief’s army while hugging and kissing Princess Halisi. Their elastic and soft parts also squeezed together. Although they felt incomparably embarrassed, facing Clyde’s wicked commands, the two princesses could only comply. They kissed and hugged each other with red faces while Clyde enjoyed their everything from below.

On the lower part of the bed were the three ladies of Earl Harrison’s residence: Priest Sophy, Alchemist Rebecca and Mage Vignia. Rebecca and Vignia lay at his left and right, massaging their master’s legs with their bodies. Their prostrating postures were quite alluring, matching the wicked eroticism of their massaging style. Clyde’s feet were surrounded by that astonishing elasticity when they were squeezed between certain soft things. Sophy was the sole person on the bed wearing anything: the golden cross she usually used to pray. Her face was bright red. Disregarding her holy cross necklace, she crawled to the middle, and according to Clyde’s wicked command, she swallowed and spat on his source of evil with a devout expression. Soon, white marks could be seen at the corners of her mouth.

Assassin Jenny and Miss Sigrid lay beside Clyde. A certain person lay his hands between their bosoms, and while gently squeezing their breasts, they kissed him with bright red faces. Although Sigrid had been a lady for over 200 years, she still didn’t understand many things. After Clyde had seen that erotic scene during her treatment of Princess Natalie, it could be said that she didn’t have any secrets in front of her master. Then, following his wicked guidance, she had quickly adapted to these wicked erotic dark parties and learned all the means of servicing men.

“Miss Sigrid, if you don’t want to, you can skip this party... You don’t need to participate in this military meeting.”

“Lord Clyde, you... your military meetings are truly something. In any case, you have already seen everything, so just give me consideration in passing. If there is anything bad, feel free to tell me, and I will reflect on it.”

“No need. Sigrid, you are great! Just this standard is enough.”

The sole spectator on this big bed was Witch Ista. Clyde’s former employer knelt on the big bed in a bare state. She was at a loss while watching the other beauties’ coquettish states. Ista felt like the entire world acted in a way that made her alone strange. She then looked at Clyde with a complicated gaze.

“Miss Ista, that girl Lucifer has already run over to investigate Aldington River. She wronged you by making you participate in this military meeting. If you want to leave, you can return at any time...”

“No, it’s fine. You... can make my arrangements!”

Her face was bright red. When Clyde had spoken to her, the other beauties had examined her with ambiguous gazes, making Ista realize that she wouldn’t be able to sneak away. Even if Clyde agreed to let her go, looking at the other girls’ attitudes, they would definitely rush over and force her to stay or pull her into the water.

“Ista, what if something happens soon? It certainly...”

Before Clyde finished speaking, Sigrid beside him grew impatient. She directly reached for Ista and forcibly pulled her to her side. Then, under the guidance of the other companions, Ista lowered her body and kissed Clyde with a red face. Clyde, who now embraced Ista’s fragrance for the first time, was briefly addicted. He directly French kissed her. Although Ista wanted to get up and struggle, the other beauties gently held her down. She could only continue to be entangled together with Clyde.

A black energy mist appeared around Clyde, giving rise to a strong attractive force from which the white lambs around him were unable to struggle free. Priest Sophy sensed danger, but it was too late. They were already under the control of a big invisible hand. They could only forget everything and embark on the most primitive activity.