Chapter 162: Choosing Sides

"They will fall, inevitably. Of course, under the hands of the new Light Bearer..."

A tense silence prevailed in the air as they all looked at him, glowing like a human-shaped disco ball.

They wanted to mock him for his grandiose claim, but their limbs felt like wet noodles, and seeing how he had taken down all the guardians and freed all the Night Shades, they simply didn't know what to believe anymore.

A Light Bearer? The title sounded like something out of a bad fantasy novel. A warrior known by many, feared by many, and revered by many.

Three of them were here from the beginning of this world, but only one of them led a successful and happy life.

The third one essentially turned into a monster, and the second one... She became what she fought against, like a vegetarian turning into a bacon-loving carnivore to spite factory farming.

"... There's an impostor in your--guff!"

Theodore was about to spill some critical beans, but fake Elfie leaped like a caffeinated squirrel and clamped her hand over Theodore's mouth.

Too late, though—the words were out there, hanging in the air like a bad smell.

"What are you doing?!"

Elfie asked, her face a mix of urgency and terror. She glanced at Kaisen, making sure he wasn't about to turn them into a tableau of horror again.

Theodore wrestled Elfie's hands away just enough to breathe and speak, her voice trembling like a leaf in a hurricane.

"Maybe... just maybe, like he said, we can have a new Light Bearer to fight against the forces of the Eclipses."

"Blasphemy! How dare you utter those words?!"

Fake Elfie screamed, jumping up like a cat that just saw a cucumber. Kaisen listened with keen interest, his eyes twinkling like a child who'd just discovered a candy store.

"Are you telling me you don't want to serve Lady Vhalla anymore? Is that it? Did you get enticed by this man?"

Fake Elfie was practically doing the angry chicken dance, flapping her arms with rage.

"We agreed to serve the Light Bearer, not a corrupted being. Admit it, Lady Vhalla has lost her way somewhere along the line. We know it. Everybody in this castle knows it, and I don't know why we're still here."

Theodore said, pointing fingers at Elfie like an irate teacher scolding a naughty student.

Alice—or was it Thalia?—just looked down at her hand and sighed, as if pondering the futility of life.

"Yeah, slurp~ me too... slurp~ I knew it long ago... slurp~ that he's... slurp~ the Light Bearer we were waiting for... slurp~"

Eindel chimed in between licks, treating Kaisen's dick like it was the last popsicle on a hot summer day.

"Take your time, ladies. Slurp away~"

Kaisen said, patting Eindel's head. She moaned at the touch, sounding like a contented cat.

Elfie gritted her teeth and drew her dagger, pointing it at Theodore and Thalia.

"Traitors! Both of you! We shall pay for this in front of Lady Vhalla, and she will make sure you pay with your lives!"

"Oh yeah?" Theodore cracked her knuckles like a cartoon character about to throw a pie. "Leave this to us... your fight isn't here."

She was addressing Kaisen, who groaned suddenly and grabbed Eindel's head, pushing it down on his dick until it touched his balls.

Eindel choked, her eyes widening comically, but she was having too good a time to complain.

"Ughhh~~"

Kaisen groaned, emptying his balls like a firehose into Eindel's eager mouth. She moaned loudly, savoring the warm deluge as it flowed down her throat.

As Kaisen pulled back, Eindel fell to the ground with a thud, panting and moaning like a satisfied cat who'd just found the cream.

"You taste so good~~"

She purred, rolling on the floor and panting like she'd just finished a marathon.

"Good girl. I'll reward you later~"

Kaisen said, patting her head as she crawled to him, rubbing her cheeks against his legs like a loyal puppy.

He then turned to Theodore and Thalia, who smiled at him with a mix of admiration and bewilderment.

"I don't know what fate awaits us, but if we survive this, go with Maximus. He knows what to do."

With that, the naked man disappeared in a flash, leaving behind three shocked women. It was like a magician's vanishing act, but with a lot more nudity and a lot less applause.

It was time for a rematch. A rematch where he would surely clap cheeks—literally and figuratively.