110 4. Empress Temptation

(If I run into a dragon in a dungeon, I guess this is how I feel...)

Yut exhaled a sigh filled with ingredients to give up.

Because I realized that my thoughts were completely off target.

Now, I never feel like this with a little dragon or so.

"This is a memorable place for our country."

Without realizing how yut looks like that, Verga continues to explain in a good mood.

"It was my mother, Beatrice, who was a faithful follower of my father Daxtum, who gave the lives and souls of tens of thousands of believers on earth and performed a ritual that rarified the coming of my father. As a result, it was on this occasion that it was manifested."

Bad god Daxtum.

The “ever-victorious” Hellenonian brotherly god to whom Valtroude is dedicated, the great enemy of uncertainty. Affirms dominion by power and spits on fraternity and self-sacrifice.

It was also thickly believed by subraces with evil ministers and humans who fell into evil, especially when their denominations secretly ruled villages and towns and sometimes laid down bad governance.

Back to back with its harsh divinity, it is often portrayed as a beautiful boy with no one eye, smelling.

"It didn't exactly come down to all of this, but it was like ripping my father's existence apart. For the next hundred years or so, it became a nest of love between my father, who wanted to return to heaven, and my tempting mother. There's not much equipment left in the past."

"That story was a bee..."

I've heard the anecdotes around here, too, Yut.

However, as legends and heirlooms.

When asked by its officials...... vid.

"Naturally. And it's self-evident that more love has sprouted between us than a concubine exists here."

"If it's Greek mythology or Zhuyin, I'd say it."

The fact that you get feelings that don't have that benefit would be proof that you can still afford it. I realize that and thank Acorn in my heart. Imaginary she looked disgusted, but ignored it there.

"In the course of that story, the fact that I'm here..."

"The concubine knows no other way to raise love, but she is dead. My son-in-law who refuses is bad, right?

"That logical development is strange"

If they don't love you, you can change the spirit of the other person.

Weird. Weird, but considering it the deed of the Evil Empress, maybe it's reasonable.

... but I didn't want to be a party.

"Exactly. A hundred years is the end of my life."

"What are you saying"

The empress laughs off sluttily.

"Not to mention immortality... however much it may be if you are my son-in-law, such as the art of immortality"

There is an evil law that makes itself an immortal monster (undead).

If we just keep the flesh young, we will also be able to develop a theoretical spell for it.

It's just not at all appealing to Yut right now. Along with the Valtrudes, they die old. I don't have that much image, but at the same time I don't want to seek eternity.

"I mean, you're not gonna let me die until I fall?

"I'd say so."

"By the way, now, what's going on with Daxtum and Beatrice?

"They're going up in the sky and spending a lot of time together."

"Pure love."

To a nice future forecast map, Yut is about to cry.

"Well, we have time, and let's have a little talk for mutual understanding."

"It's an unexpectedly honest reaction."

"By now, my people will be working hard. I can wait for the rescue without panic. And I don't want to be attacked by weird resistance."

I explained my intentions openly and sat in bed because there was no other place.

Restraints such as shackles, shackles and collars, arranged on walls or scattered on the floor. Besides, I can also say that I lost the heavy pressure released from whips, needles, empty bottles, etc.

"I don't trust you."

"How do I trust you in this situation?

"Good, this conversation that sounds good if you hit it. I don't cower relative to my concubine. That's it, I don't want to let go. It's love."

In the meantime, I am relieved that the ravages of human rights are likely to be avoided.

Anyway, I can't think of a way to get out of here with this Yut Amaxa, the Great Mage (Arch Mage).

The appearance is just a dungeon, but only a nest of love with God, and this place is inhibited by the effect of instantaneous mobility. And yet I can't see the entrance or exit, which means that only this demigod has the privilege to come and go and use the equipment.

The empress takes her seat and moves to the next door to Yut - the bed - in a shivering manner.

Close.

A hot exhalation I never felt before irritated Yut's skin and nostrils. Sweet scent that makes your brain numb. I've never smelled it, but I associate it with insect plants in the South.

Even now, sitting in bed (here) may have been a failure.

"So what kind of words of love will His Son-in-law speak to me?"

"It may be about love, but not about the love between us"

"Ho."

Earlier, Verga said it was just fun talking to Yut.

That's the same for Yut.

Does the wavelength fit or does the other person have a good answer? Just having a conversation makes me feel better.

The opposite of Valtrude, the charisma of evil (charisma).

Second, think.

If Verga was the first person I met, what would have happened to me......

"I can't accept your courtship. I thought I'd tell you why."

"That's interesting. And that's not why I'm falling in love with other girls, is it?

"This one, too, is a reason not to."

No, I wouldn't have fallen in love with nature with this slutty, runaway, alluring demigod.

The nature of the two was too different.

Still, I sincerely hope it was a good idea to clarify a lot before visiting here.

How I feel about Arcia for Acorn to Valtrude. And a sense of responsibility for giving away the ring. If those two hadn't happened, I might have fallen.

"The values I've cultivated since I was born and Verga... yours. Your thoughts are too different."

"It's definitely boring... It's not a root cause."

"That Dead Giant (Tanatos) - You heard a little commotion from Bourne Novor, didn't you?

"Is it true that you danced and ate one slave?

Not knowing what the problem was, Verga, sitting next to her, tilted her little neck adorably.

slaves. In other words, it makes no difference that it would be a hobgoblin with an evil phase as a race, or even if it was a human who was eaten. Only in the position of slavery, it is recognised.

In a way, fair.

At the same time, evil.

"People eat livestock. A giant eats people. There, what difference does it make"

"Different intelligence, I'm not going to say anything. The difference is culture. And it sets the standard for us to act and make good and bad decisions."

"This is something different."

Float a challenging light and a melting smile.

"Justice or goodness? Anyway, self-hypnosis lovers are going to say it. If you don't mind, resist and stop with your strength."

"It's..."

Sure, you're right.

Evil.

I think but behave as I please, grinning at constraints caused by reason, etc. There's only one rule there.

Force.

Simple law, following others and penetrating oneself.

"My son-in-law..."

Melting voices. Slutty eyes. Sweet exhalation.

In a trick to bone a man, the Empress uttered an astonishing suggestion.

"If so, would your son-in-law try to unify and change this country?

"What..."

"Good or evil, concubines cannot be obsessed with anything. Just leaving it to the sexuality of the subjects. If so, the son-in-law should take command, let the giants open their doors, let the goblins grow their crops, and order the orgasms to eat livestock, not people."

Exactly, the temptation of the devil.

Sweet words.

The sweet smell from Verga's burning redhead numbs Yuut's brain marrow.

"Power is everything. If the Son-in-law had the power, they would all be happy to obey."

Is that possible?

If possible, is that the right thing to do?

In peace, it will be.

If it happens, though.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

"That's airborne theory on the desk."

"Really? Magic, finances, power, violence. Doesn't the Son-in-law make the most of everything? Isn't that wonderful?"

Together.

The demigod says that the way of this empire, dominated by power, where power is everything, and what the Yuts have done, are connected.

"No...... No..."

Overwhelmed but pushed backwards on the bed, Yut overlaid his denial.

"It's no different. No, it doesn't matter if it's not. What difference does it make there if the son-in-law has the desired result"

Subtle. But surely it will boldly push Yut to the back and push him down the horse rider.

"I can't let you get away with this anymore."

When I finally distorted the jugular lips that made me want to suck when the memorial came true, the shackles stretched out of the four corners of the bed, as if that were the trigger.

It attaches itself to Yut's two hands and legs, no matter who commands it, and restrains him firmly.

"Shall we talk about the little hard stuff now?

When, where did you take it from?

Verga was taking out a bottle of magic medicine (potion). When I open the stopper, I drink it all at once without hesitation.

"Ugh...... Ahhh....................."

White liquid spills off the edge of her mouth and colours her even more lewdly.

"Seems like my mother had a lot of trouble caging her concubine. Love isn't the only problem, so at the end of the day, we formulated this medicine."

Magic medicine literally encapsulates the effects of physical spells and divine spells, but psychic drugs are drugs that have been cooked and processed magically, such as plants that have a drug effect.

"If you drink this and then do your deeds, you'll be in a hundred shots. Now it's time for me to live up to my true self."

"No, hey."

Verga's eyes moisturize with excitement, not with cheeks, not with faces, but with her whole body dyed bright red.

So that this doesn't happen, so that we can't be forced to talk like that, but the result is this.

Maybe there was a trick I didn't notice in this room. Perhaps some effect had been added to the voice of Verga, a demigod.

But it's too late.

The dresses like the dark bedding that covers her are disturbed, white skin and plenty of breasts trying to melt out.

"Stop."

When Yut showed the last resistance, like a maiden.

- Suddenly, the wall collapsed.

Literally, in a completely intact sense.

The earthly smoke clears, and beyond it emerges a beauty that can only be described as having obtained God's grace.

"Let's get you away from my husband"

There is no anger or hatred in the appearance as if it embodies the beauty of heaven.

Totally erased, the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) speaks pale with the cutting-edge of the Devine Subjugator.

"Otherwise, it's Verga. You will sign the Imperial death warrant yourself."