Chapter 95: Lordship Ceremony – Part 3

Chapter 95: Lordship Ceremony – Part 3

I activate all my skills, heavily straining my soul with their weight, then I take a slow step forward, the effort of it masked by all of the girls helping me move smoothly through [Bind]. My sole hits the floor, and my elven sandals resound through the hall as everyone holds their breaths for a moment.

"You mock me, Lord Wolf," Ira flatly says, his face back to a stony mask.

I look into his beady, dark eyes and let the anger flow through me. We haven't identified any of his fellow conspirators, so I can easily focus all of my energy on breaking him.

"It's no mockery. I can kill you without using a sword, or even a single spell," I sternly warn him.

I take another step. My breath quickens with the excitement, and my cock hardens in my tight pants, giving me a visible bulge.

Ira suddenly draws his longsword and assumes a combat stance, then all the other Lords immediately retreat to the walls, and the Root Lords finally speak, murmuring among themselves about a variety of things, but what Alissa and the hidden Hollys manage to hear the most of is that they're afraid of me, very afraid.

Ira's mask cracks once again, and he scowls angrily. "What is this madness?! What are you planning?!" He warily shouts.

I take another step and a deep, cathartic breath as I anticipate what's about to happen, then I chuckle softly because my prey's legs seem to be frozen stiff, and I have to hold myself back from ruining the mood with a silly joke.

"Madness? This is what you wanted, Heart Lord Ira," I gently remind him as I tilt my head cutely to the side, though I know that my crazed expression is anything but cute right now, then I take another slow step.

He grips his longsword harder to hide the trembling of his hand. Level ten [Intimidate], [Charm], [Taunt], and [Godly Language] must be making a mess of his mind.

"You can't possibly beat me like this, human!" He shouts angrily to mask the fear in his voice.

"But I'm not a human anymore..." I whisper as I take another step, my voice carrying a sweet tone with a dagger hidden right beneath it.

Lina feeds a gem in her seat, and the illusion is finally cut off, revealing my weredragon form for all to see.

My feet grow, and I gain a few centimeters of height as my sandals burst open and my claws turn the remains into ribbons. The sleeves of my shirt and the hem of my pants are shredded by my scales, revealing their beautiful, mirror-like sheen.

My black, spiky horns and long, thick tail grow back into place in just a few seconds, and I release a sigh of relief as the dragon inside of me is let back into the spotlight once again.

"Shapeshifter!" A Root Lord screams in fear.

"Quiet, fool!" I shout with a noticeable amount of [Godly Language] in my voice, then I puff up my chest with pride and take another step as I announce, "I'm a weredragon! I've become a new race inside the Legado dungeon!"

Ira lets his mouth hang open in surprise as the other Lords start to chatter loudly among themselves.

"SILENCE!" I angrily bellow, using a strong dose of [Godly Language] again. "WE HAVE A DUEL TO FINISH!" And I point a sharp, polished claw at Ira.

He grits his teeth, and his fair skin flushes red with fury, then he takes an unsteady step forward.

I take another step and grin at his tenacity. His "Willpower" is commendably high.

I spread my arms wide and strike a pose as I joke, "Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of running away, you're approaching me?!"

"I can't stab you without getting closer," Ira defiantly grumbles through his gritted teeth.

I laugh like a maniac and start walking forward. I can already smell the blood in the air that's about to be spilled, and that excites me. Now I've finally realized why Hana gets so horny after sparring.

"I'll make it easier for you: point your sword directly towards my heart," I [Taunt] and use [Godly Language] again.

Ira's hands start visibly shaking, and he groans, trying to resist my mental attacks, but he obeys like the good boy he is.

I turn my stare towards his hot wife and lick my lips as I imagine her being a hotwife. My boner gets even harder, and it strains against my thin underwear.

Evera Saponaria? No, Evera Ryder. I want to make her mine.

Ira follows my gaze and glances back, then he notices my bulge and starts twitching, foaming at the mouth with pure, unbridled rage.

"Yes, yes, let the rage flow through you! Let it consume your mind and fuel your heart!" I shout and laugh once again.

His steps become faster, and we quickly approach each other, then I pass Patrono without even glancing at it.

I keep my arms stretched wide apart, and my hands hanging low, leaving my body completely undefended.

"Come at me!" I use [Taunt] and [Godly Language] at the same time.

Ira seems like he's about to have a stroke, with his face exemplifying anger, but his body is still stiff with fear.

His sword approaches my chest, but I make no moves to avoid it.

We both slow down at the same time as the tip gets closer to my skin, aiming directly at my heart.

Ira stops, the rage clearing from his mind just enough for him to think for a second, leaving him full of doubt, but the fear makes it impossible for him to react.

The blade sinks into my chest, piercing through my skin and drawing blood, then I subtly shift to the side as it enters my rib cage, missing my heart by just a centimetri.

I take another step forward, and the tip emerges through my back, but now I'm in perfect range.

I breathe in deeply and smell my own blood, then I let out a sigh of satisfaction and my face softens into a kind smile, [Pain Resistance] removing any discomfort I might've otherwise felt in this situation.

"You've lost, Ira," I whisper softly, then I swing my arm, and five razor-sharp claws hack across his neck, shredding it into ribbons.

His wife shrieks in horror as she sees him gurgling and choking on his own blood while I'm standing here feeling so good that I almost cum.

He releases his longsword and grabs his neck, then falls to his knees as he tries to stanch the bleeding in futility.

Evera dashes forward, but I glare at her and command her to stop with [Godly Language], "The duel isn't over yet!"

She freezes on the spot, her face warped in horror and her hand extended forward, trying in vain to reach for him.

Hana summons her wings and flies out of her seat, crossing the hall like a blur, then she lands heavily right in front of Evera and grips her shoulders to keep her away from Ira.

I look down at him as he bleeds out, his red face quickly turning pale, his mouth and jaw coated in red as he coughs out blood, his hands squeezing around his throat in desperation.

He looks up at me, tears rolling down his cheeks, and his eyes pleading for mercy, but I have none for him.

His body starts to go limp, and his eyes lose their focus as he begins to pass out, then he collapses in a growing puddle of his own blood that stains the white grass carpet red.

The foreign itching from before reappears inside my mind, beckoning me to [Heal] him, but I ignore it, then the itching quickly flares up and swells into a heartburn, making it incredibly painful to not heed it. It completely bypasses [Pain Resistance].

Yes, yes, I'll do it in just a sec.

For some reason, the Gods really don't want him to die.

I turn my eyes to the subordinate Lords and give them a dark look as I whisper, "This is your last chance. Use it wisely."

Then I pad my claws and grab Ira by the throat. I raise him up and use [Telekinesis] to float above the floor because he's a bit taller than me, then I cast multiple [Heal]s and [Purify Body]s until he suddenly awakens.

I drop him onto the floor, and he wavers, but he keeps himself from falling.

I float a bit higher so that I can look down on him and triumphantly shout, "You've lost, Lord Ira!"

Ira coughs a bit more and looks around in confusion, but he starts to understand what happened as his eyes regain their focus.

I pull his longsword out of my chest and let it fall onto the carpet with a muffled clang, then I [Heal] myself as I slowly descend back down to the ground.

Once my claws touch the white grass carpet, I cough softly and get a taste of my own blood on my tongue. I agree with Oritiki, lung wounds are the worst. Then I shift into my dragon form, and I hear multiple gasps of surprise.

The fucker could've actually put up a good fight. I've trained so hard to get my dragon transformation up to this level, but he had the audacity to lose his mind just from witnessing my humanoid form. I have to admit, though, that learning how to control the draconic rage has proven to be rather useful today.

We all try to understand what the fuck just happened, but it's Gify who gives us the answer.

"Gih..." She softly chirps.

The Gods solved a problem for us. They gave us legitimacy by making everyone understand that I've spoken nothing but the truth.

Instead of questioning in bewilderment about the veracity of my statements, everyone kneels in respect. The holy royals have arrived, and they bring change with them.

I breathe slowly and deeply to calm my heart. In truth, I don't really like the idea of the Gods. My heart is afraid of their power and how much they can control me, but my mind accepts that they're damn important for the stability of this world. In the end, it doesn't matter if I like them or not because the only important thing I have to worry about is the work relationship we have. If we help each other out, nothing else matters.

Ciel is, quite obviously, the first one of us to recover, and she glows in happiness (though also from sweating in fear) about what just happened.

"We've talked in the past about how your Fate is special, but now, it has been confirmed that you aren't just blessed, but watched with great interest by the Gods," she proudly announces, then she lays her hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Even they have expectations for you."

"No pressure," I jokingly whisper.

She chuckles angelically and pats my head once, making sure that she avoids the horns, then she takes the [Project Voice] gem and addresses the crowd, "A miracle has happened! The Gods have shown us all their presence and acknowledge your Lord! They still watch over and protect us, so let's celebrate this glorious event! Let's show our gratitude to the Gods! Let's honor the God of Festivity!"

A roar of cheering erupts from the crowd. Just the mention of Festivity would've been enough to get the hype going again, but Ciel's words start a wildfire of excitement among the commoners. Their hearts were already filled to the brim with emotion from the thrill of the divine event, and now they have an outlet to let it all out.

The time has come for the real party, and the alcohol flows freely throughout the town.

Intermission 20 – Armanpoosh

I see it. The light has allowed me to see it. I see his greatness, his majesty, his power. He's indeed a True Noble, a Holy Man. He's the one who has been chosen to guide us forward, and my duty is to support him as best as I can.

My Lord, my... King? Is someone who has a "great appetite," so I shall do my utmost to satisfy it. This is my true calling.

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