Chapter 193: Festival of Glories – Part 1

Chapter 193: Festival of Glories – Part 1

Today is the 25th, Fo, day of Fire. I dream of Krysta's Brazilian barbecue because she knows how to sear the corners and properly roast the fat so that it's always served dripping. It's almost like she's a Brazilian elf herself.

And this helps me wake up full of energy, especially when I have an elven queen deepthroating my Cock as she stares into my eyes with her pair of sapphire jewels. It'd really be a shame to ruin that pretty face of hers, so I grab her head and pull it out so that a few ropes give her a facial, then slam her back down, forcing her to choke on the rest.

Anyway, our days have returned to how they were before: a wake up blowjob, breakfast while being milked, a morning of orb-boosted mana circulation training, a lunch for royalty, and then we disperse to do our own things.

I'm back to researching golem amnesia; Alissa is now leveling up her [Marksmanship] skill; Roxanne is taking a look at the pseudo-elemental mana orbs as she wants to recreate and improve them; Hana is training with the Lordsguard and Companions; Ciel is managing her Health Ministry and helping introduce Lyle's computer "datatower"; Lina is looking into the Looping Winds station as she has now developed an interest in megaprojects, as dwarves are wont to do; Aoi is testing out magnetic coatings for Lyle; and Yunia is catching up on what's going on around our territory.

There's the annoying problem of the bandits in the Riverlands that hasn't gone away. It has only been a month since we sent a knight with some Lordsguard there, so it isn't like this is taking an unreasonably long time, though it sure feels like almost a year has passed already.

We've just been so fucking busy all the time, so now all I want is to enjoy some rest before a timeskip plunges us right into another high-stakes arc aga-... wait, NO!

Please!

Today is the... still 25th, thankfully. There's the Tournament of Glories held every year across the realm at the end of the month of Combat that we must watch before the skip. It's also the perfect event to recruit knights, and we're in dire need of increasing their numbers.

So, after brainwashing-research, we go over to the Coliseum to participate in the opening ceremony just as the sun starts to set.

The building itself is an Imperial construction, but it was made of wood instead of the usual stone, and it has also been decorated in the elven way, turning it into a huge, oval work of art with a bit of sand at the center. It has even been decorated further since we've become Crown Lords since it's now the seat of a king, and people expect us to use it more often since we aren't prejudiced elves who'd only ever come here because we absolutely need to.

The setting sun makes it harder to see at this distance since we don't have huge TVs to give close-ups, but it's fine since we have enough gems to make night turn into day here. The floor of the High Forest is very dark, after all, but maybe we could develop a TV one day with the help of Lyle and the exiled Titans.

Anyway, the opening ceremony is like the Olympics-lite, so I'm rather interested in seeing it. We even have our own booth high above everything, but then my eyes are drawn to a table full of little snacks just waiting for us. There's even coffee and Pão de Queijo, but I had it for breakfast, so I'm more interested in the selection of nuts and dried fruits being offered.

Of course, Teresina has also been invited because I didn't forget about her promise, so I motion for her to approach as I take my throne. She's using a cane to help her walk, but her knees seem to be fine today, for she walks with strong steps towards me.

"You said you wanted to be hugged, right?" I cheekily ask from my seat.

And her eyes open wide as she's unable to hide her surprise. "Y-you can't be..." she mutters stiffly.

"You want to keep our relationship a secret?" I ask semi-seriously.

She frowns, but my levity helps her calm down. "No, but flaunting it wouldn't help my image."

So, I double-up on the cheekiness. "Or would it? Showing that you're capable of affection shouldn't be a weakness. We do want to rule through love, not fear."

And she narrows her eyes at me as she shifts uncomfortably on her feet. "What a cheap argument. Sometimes, we need to deliver a strong hand," the proud gilf sternly replies.

"'Sometimes,'" I repeat and cheekily grin.

But she stubbornly remains standing, unable to leave but also resisting my charm.

So, I try to use a bit of shota sex appeal to get her motherly side to take over. "Please...? You said you'd do it," I beg with cute puppy dog eyes.

Her nickname is "Nai," which means "mother" in Ingua, and it's a fitting one, for I can see her lip tremble as it attempts to smile.

"Sticky, sticky little slime," she mutters, still resisting me.

It seems to be working, so I keep up the youthful air as I insist, "I know you like it, so come on, now. You shouldn't be ashamed of having fun."

Her lips tremble further as they attempt to break free of her cold exterior built with pride. "You just won't accept a 'no,' hm?"

Now she seems to be fighting back, so I push her further, now with a bit of husky seduction as I get serious. "All the time. I hear a 'no' inside my head every time I look at you, but one day, I heard a yes, so I finally gave you a kiss, and you accepted it."

She actually breaks eye contact as I hit her right in the heart. Then she stubbornly grumbles back to maintain her composure, "This is so cheap. You're appealing too much to my emotions."

And I just shrug, assured of my victory. "I don't see the problem with that since you seem to ignore them."

At first, Teresina seemed like a cold wall covered in barbed wire, but I've slowly chipped away at it, revealing a lonely woman who forgot what "intimacy" felt like. Now, all I see is her glorious naked form, completely unafraid of her stern, disapproving stare because I know that, deep inside, she wants this.

This isn't even toxic masculinity speaking. If she really disliked it, she'd just say no and leave, and I even understand that a physically weaker woman wouldn't be able to reject me. But Teresina isn't like that, so I feel no remorse in barging into her personal space.

But she still isn't giving in, so I extend my clawed hand to her while smiling warmly, and she reflexively takes it. It's hard to get angry at someone so cute and kind like me, so her ice melts and allows me to reach her heart, but I don't brag as I gently pull her to me.

Then he dances between both monsters. His weapon seems to cut, sear the wound, and even heal it a bit, but it doesn't properly rejoin the muscles, so he slowly disables the monsters without causing them extreme pain. It used to be that the sword used for the ceremony was made entirely of fire, but with us being the champions of the Sin of Sadistic Torture applying to monsters, the organizers had to change things up a bit to ensure that they'd keep their jobs for next year's ceremony.

But even though he doesn't take a single hit, the battle is tense, thanks to the war drums, the fact that the warrior is purposely flaunting his dodging capabilities, and how he refuses to dodge the Zinotue's lightning attacks. Still, the battle doesn't last long, and soon, the drums reach the climax with slow but hard hits as the monsters slow down and stop chasing after not-Conan.

He eventually stops dodging and catches his breath for a second. Then the drums stop, and he uses [Muscle Explosion] to turn into a blur as he delivers the killing blows.

Both monsters have their spines severed, and they fall to the floor, limp... and the crowd goes wild.

It was an impressive display of skill. Elves fight as if they were water... I was going to think, "fight in a slippery way, as if they were oiled," but Yunia stopped me from finishing that thought. Anyway, the elven way is fitting for such a long and difficult-to-wield weapon as it requires high "Dexterity," but Not-Conan was also smart enough to never let his opponents overwhelm him with their much larger bodies, which is something I can relate to.

He's supposedly the champion of last year's tournament, and he deserves it.

Now that the two main attractions are over, the actual fighters of the tournament come in for the crowd to gawk at them. There will be more performances later, but these two are the most striking ones. We're here to watch battles, not just people pretending to battle.

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