Chapter 111: Chapter 42: The Baron Svela's Rage!

In an exquisite room, several beautiful women slept on a bed while an obese middle-aged man sat in a chair with balding hair and a sweaty body. His fat fingers were holding onto a small book, slowly turning yellow.

The obese man's expression was extremely ugly as he looked at the woman on the bed. They were all very good-looking girls with beautiful bodies and faces.

However, his body had a significant problem enjoying the company of these beautiful women he bought for Avalon Coins.

The book was titled: "So, You're Impotent! Here's how to cure it!"

"Impotence? Me?" The obese middle-aged man clenched his teeth, flipping through the pages. He suddenly stood up, shouting, "I'm not impotent! I'm still young!" Yet the wrinkled member dangled without power, even in the presence of three voluptuous, silky beauties.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in his ears. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Lord Svella." A familiar voice sounded from outside.

Baron Svella trembled in fear, immediately putting away his little treasure. "What is it?" He spoke in a hoarse voice.

"A knight from the patrol to find where the Young Lord's Life torch was extinguished returned, but his body is in a terrible state... He has an important message."

Baron Svella frowned, shouting angrily, "Can't you see I'm busy right now!? Tell him to come back tomorrow!"

"But Lord Svella..." The voice sounded again, "This matter involves our Young Master... and the man will not survive much longer." This man was the head butler Zex and a servant whose family had served the Baron's family for generations.

The obese middle-aged man instantly stopped his anger, hurriedly rushing towards the door. However, just as he was about to open it, he realized that his clothes were still scattered on the floor, so he hastily picked them up to cover his naked body.

Unaware of the mocking eyes of the women who were glad that, thanks to his useless crotch, they were still pure, wishing their families could come up with a ransom to free them.

All daughters of the local Lords were tricked or forced into debt by Baron Svela due to his connection with the Central portion of their kingdom.

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Baron Svella sat on his throne, the plump meat of his thighs and rear wedged into his throne while a thick, greasy sweat covered his brow, looking down at the bloody knight with a sharp eye.

'This commoner won't last—he's missing his arms and most of his face. Tsk, what a disgusting thing to see before bed. No wonder I couldn't get it up... It's not impotence for sure!'

Baron Svella inwardly complained.

The injured knight knelt on one leg, unable to kneel on both due to the lack of limbs.

"Report your findings!" Baron Svella impatiently said, wishing to end this matter quickly to return to his beauties.

Despite him wanting to know if his son was doing well, there was a sense of jealousy towards the boy who inherited his wife's beauty and grace, not to mention he was a perfectly healthy male! What if he stole his newly acquired women?

Sadly, the old Baron had become insecure in his old age, a wise man and kind ruler before his wife left him to join her first love, an Earl in the central part of the kingdom.

Thus, the once benevolent noble became greedy, petty, and cruel.

"Young... Young Lord... killed..." The knight struggled to say, coughing up blood.

"Killed?" Baron Svella's heart tightened, thinking, 'My heir was killed? At a time like this!?'

"Who dared!?" The obese middle-aged man shouted furiously.

The knight used what little strength he had to speak. "The... the... Young Lord was killed by a man with silver hair, grey eyes.... and black horns."

Baron Svella's pupils shrank, asking, "Silver hair and black horns? Wasn't my son travelling with a few knights? Why didn't they stop him?"

The dying knight spoke. "They... they all died... including Young Lord Svella... Only... me...

managed to... escape."

'Dead? Everyone is dead?' Baron Svella trembled, thinking, 'To kill a group of knights... both my son's guardians and the secondary group were killed? Then, are you sure it wasn't the dragon?"

"What of that Eastern Whore?" Baron Svella asked, thinking, 'If she also died, then we can start over, no? I'll take that woman's land and teach her for rejecting both me and my son's kindness.'

However, Baron Svella's hopes were shattered.

"She... alive..." The knight said, coughing up more blood.

Baron Svella's face turned purple in rage, roaring, "Why does she live and my son die!?"

"He... too strong... saved her... killed us all..." The knight replied weakly.

Baron Svella gritted his teeth, shouting, "Send out messengers to inform the capital that some demon murdered my son! Declare the demons are trying to invade us from the South East!"

The old Lord's visage appeared for a moment, the sharp nature and his quick wit. He seemed to have put away the desire and petty feelings of his inferiority. Instead focused on the biggest threat: his son was dead, the dragon lived, and demons had appeared!

These were matters beyond his level!

"Yes, Lord Svella." Butler Zex bowed, leaving to perform his master's orders.

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Baron Svella looked at the dying knight, speaking, "You did well. Rest easy."

Although he hated commoners due to his wife, who was a commoner, leaving him for an Earl, he knew this knight had done his duty and deserved respect.

The dying knight nodded, falling forward and dying, his soul flying to the cycle of reincarnation.

Baron Svella sighed, ordering the maids and servants to clean up the body, returning it to the knight's family for burial.

'Demons... Silver hair, black horns, and grey eyes...'

"Dalton, we must ride to that witch's territory and quickly crush the demon threat!"

"My Lord? Is it certain she is working togeth-"

"My son died when working with that witch; why is she alive if not spreading her legs for the damned monster!" Baron Svella roared.

Dalton sighed, bowing, "Then we shall prepare troops."

Baron Svella nodded, returning to his bedroom filled with beauties. 'That Eastern Whore will pay dearly for seducing my son while opening her crotch to those vile demons and inviting them to destroy us!'

[Baron Svela POV End]

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Meanwhile, unaware of the plot against her, the Eastern Witch was sitting on the lap of her demon lover, watching the troops clearing the forest on the outskirts of her village and enjoying the breeze atop the new stone walls.

"Lancelot~ I'm cold. warm me up." Sumika purred, acting cute like a vulnerable animal since the morning after Lancelot's punishment.

The Eastern Witch nestled comfortably in Lancelot's embrace, feeling her husband's warmth and enjoying his scent.

'Oh, this feels so good ~' Sumika thought, happily purring.

Lancelot chuckled, gently stroking Sumika's hair and whispering, "Don't be so cute—I might eat you up." He kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly and warming her up.

Sumika giggled, nuzzling Lancelot's neck, kissing his jawline, and cooing, "Maybe I want you to eat me up~" She kissed his lips, moaning softly.

However, she winced, her face showing a slight moment of pain as she felt his warm Ether seeping into her body to remove the pain, slowly soothing her.

She wanted this moment to last forever, but the next moment, her dear husband's words annoyed her—Sumika peeked at her pretty elder sister Marimo, who was quietly resting against Lancelot's other shoulder.

The two made a strange sisterly bond last night and vowed to support each other against the other women.

Marimo even offered tips on making Lancelot happier in the bedroom and during normal times. So Sumika began to like Marimo even more than before.

"It seems the knight finally did his job—that baron seems angry to send so many troops, haha." Lancelot didn't seem worried, while Marimo looked angrily in the distance.

"Darling, I can't fight like this!"

Lancelot smiled, kissing Sumika's forehead. "Relax. The barrier will protect you—besides, I won't let them touch a hair on your pretty head."

His whisper caused her face to turn red, while Marimo giggled as she stood up, changing from her loungewear into her leather armour that covered most of her body, not wishing any male but Lancelot to see her body.

Lancelot followed suit, wearing his iron armour with black metal plates protecting his chest, shoulders, and joints.

Sumika pouted, thinking, 'No fair! I also want to wear armour and protect Darling! But big sis Marimo looks so sexy, her boobs and ass are so big, bouncy and round...'

She imagined herself dressed in elegant armour like Marimo, only to see herself in a mirror as her chest and ass were lost and slipped. Lancelot hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and earlobe, causing her to shiver.

Then he giggled at her armour falling to the floor!

'Ah..?!' Sumika blushed because of her imagination.

He noticed her gaze towards Marimo's chest and ass, with a slightly sad look.

Lancelot whispered. "Armor suits you, but don't worry—you're perfect the way you are." He kissed her cheek, smirking, "Besides, if you wore armour, then you wouldn't be able to hug me like this~"

Sumika pouted, muttering, "Stupid Darling." She blushed, hugging Lancelot, unwilling to let go.

Marimo laughed softly, teasing, "Little Sumi, your husband is going to war soon—don't hold him back!"

Sumika sulked, reluctantly letting Lancelot go—but not before kissing him passionately.

"Be careful, Darling~ Come back to me in one piece~" Sumika sweetly said.

Lancelot's back vanished as he leapt from the wall, not caring about the fall as his huge wings spread out, setting him rushing towards the enemy knights.

"Royal Guard, assemble our units and protect the walls." His voice was so charming and sexy to Sumika as the deep tone vibrated through the air, causing ALL the women in the area to rush back to the village without delay.

"Marimo, I leave them to you."