Chapter 168 - Deliciously serving a female knight in the service of a sworn enemy (1/3)

"Quardenze ......!"

The military officers around him harden their expressions at the tone of his voice, which makes no attempt to hide his disgust.

When the military officer holding her hair lifted his arm to censure her attitude, her face contorted in pain.

"Identify yourself, girl."

I slump in my chair and throw words at the knight Shikinaon in a high-handed manner.

In the presence of Quardenze's military officers and soldiers here, there is no way to show her a lenient attitude.

"I am not just a girl! I am Shikinaon Rose, heir to the knightly name given to me by the Spierzeig family!"

She answered my question in a crisp and clear voice. I could feel her pride as a knight in the service of the Spierzeig family.

"Ros."

I dare to call her Ros, since she doesn't like to be treated as just a girl.

Ros's face showed her anger at our mocking attitude, but she did not become

agitated and continued to speak.

"You have captured me because you wanted to know the Master's and Grand

Master's movements, but that is in vain. I would never betray the Lord's Household."

Her attitude, in which she made her words so clearly, was refreshing, as if she was loyal as the head of the Shikinaon family.

"How old are you?"

"I won't answer your questions, Quardenze."

She wriggled her bound body and straightened her posture. Even if she is captured by the enemy, she is careful to behave as a knight, which suggests that she is a daughter who was raised with a solid education.

One of the military officers yells at Ros for her rejection, but she remains pouting and unmoving.

Her resolute appearance did not waver even when her hair was pulled or her head was kicked, and she just stared at me silently with a dignified expression on her face.

I was deeply wounded and stained with mud and blood, but he never lost his elegance.

The beastly desire to have my presence pounded into her is sickling.

"Young Master. Permission to interrogate."

As he said this, the military officer placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

It means let me punish the Ros for not answering the question.

"No need to harm her unnecessarily. She has shown such loyalty to the Spierzeig family despite his capture, not to mention her age, that she will not give us any useful information about the forces attacking our outposts."

"That's right. And I didn't hear about the operation in the Raishleaf area. You were wrong, Quardenze."

We do not know if what she said is really true, as it is quite possible that she is lying about not knowing anything.

But neither of those things matter right now. For me, her body is the most beneficial.

"If it's of any use to you, you'll find another way. She is quite a beautiful girl." He turns a nasty smile to Ros.

"What are you going to do, ......!"

I could see her stout demeanor crumble slightly.

She must at least know the direction of the answer by now.

"I think you can imagine what it would be like for a member of the Knight family. Securing a squire is a challenge for every knight family, so the treatment of a squire's woman, if captured, is not so different everywhere."

"You're going to let the military officers under your command rape me......! Fuck ......! Don't play with me, ......!

I was thinking about my handling of her, ignoring Ros, who kept throwing words of resistance at me.

Frankly, if I gave Ros the attention she deserves, she would continue to hate me.

No, she will hate the Quardenze family more than me. She grew up as a vassal of the Spierzeig family, and it would be extremely difficult to correct her values.

I've come from Eve's failures to want to get along and enjoy sex with each other if we can get along.

But that's only if we can get along. As for Ros, I can't imagine a future where we can get along, so I may as well devour her as my sexual desires dictate.

If they hate you anyway, it won't make any difference if they hate you more.

"I will not yield to Quardenze! Don't you dare to touch me!"

Listening to her strong words, I was beginning to think that it would not be a bad idea to force her to give in and open her legs.

You have to beat them with the power of the main ancestor, make them realize the weakness of the follower, and then rape them when they beg for their lives. If her heart is broken, we may be able to get some information out of her.

I decided to run with the idea and looked at Ros.

She was indeed a knight of the House of Spierzeig.

"You are a knight of the House of Spierzeig, and you have a wonderful fighting spirit. Let me reward you."

"What the hell is ......?"

Ros's face contorted as she anticipated that it would not be a good one.

I gave an earful to the military officer standing next to me and then walked out of the tent.

The sun had already set, but instead the moon and stars were beginning to faintly

illuminate the land.

The battle area was moving further and further away from the city as we moved into the phase of reaping the remnants, and the area near the tent of the main camp was rather deserted, except for a few reserve units packed a short distance away.

"What are you going to do ......?"

Ros, who followed me as I was dragged along by the military officer, said.

The military officer who had just overheard me scurried up to me and held out a sword. It was the weapon he had taken from Rose.

"There is no craftsmanship."

The military officer tells him that it is not a particularly unusual sword.

Even if poison were planted, it would not be able to destroy the body of the ancestor, but it would be troublesome if mana crystals filled with the ancestor's magical power were planted.

Considering the former prosperity of the Spierzeik family, it is not surprising that they have one or two mana crystals that flowed from the Mamshred Federation.

I'm sure that Ros would have undergone a reasonable physical examination when she was brought before me, so now she is just an unarmed follower.

Thus, there is no one to stop them from fighting one-on-one.

When I checked the ros sword, I threw it far away.

Perhaps it hit a stone on the ground during its fall, or perhaps it hit a stone on the ground, but the high sound peculiar to metal resonates well in the night sky.

"I will give you a chance to stand up for your lord. Take up the sword."

I said this to Ros and then looked at the military officers surrounding her.

"You shall be untouched. ...... Oh, and if this girl prefers running away to avenging her lord, take her into custody immediately."

The military officer ignores Ros's indignation at being made a fool of, and undoes the ropes binding her arms.

Ros quickly stood up, leaned forward and sprinted, and picked up the sword I had thrown.

"Well, what's the matter? Why don't you call me?"

I borrowed the single-edged sword from the military officer's waist and pointed the tip of it at Ros.

I didn't say a word to insist that a fight against a knight is not a duel, it's just a game,.......

Ros, on the other hand, shows a polite bow once to the nobleman, and then points her sword at us.

"Vassal of the House of Spierzeig, Knight Shikinaon ......! I will avenge the enemies of the Lord!"

At the same time as the end of his speech, Ros kicked the ground and accelerated toward us, sliding horizontally with a speed-skating form.

In addition to body enhancement magic, she must be using wind magic to lighten her body, and I sense that she has a large amount of magical power for her age.

"That's about right."

Looking at the way I carry myself, a squire from a commoner background would be no match for me. But that is not enough to harm me.

I spun around the single-edged sword I was holding and punched her in the stomach with the one without the blade.

"Kyah!"

I've aimed at an easily defensible spot, and the ros defends well against my attacks.

However, it was not able to kill it to its full power, and the blow, topped with enhanced magic, blew Rose several meters away.

I magically create a ball of flame to follow up. A number of volleyball-sized fireballs floated around me, and a large number of fire sparks fluttered down, shaken by the wind.

One of the fireballs is released very close to the ground where the ros is rolling.

As the fireball fell, it exploded in a pillar of fire high in the sky. The firelight looked like a huge ginkgo tree.

I fired fireball after fireball at her, toying with her as she rolled to escape the heat.

The heat from the columns of fire scorched the night sky, illuminating the surroundings.

"Oh my God, ......! Oh, you ......!"

I thought that the knowledge of the overwhelming difference in the amount of magical power would make her a little more reluctant, but her heart did not seem to be broken at all.

In fact, they seem to have become more angry when they saw this playful attack

magic. Even a knight can do this level of magic.

Again Ros grabbed her sword and ran toward me and swung it.

"You think you can win against the nobility? You are a foolish girl."

I caught that flash with my bare hand. I could easily make this kind of move if I used the reinforcement magic well.

He invoked a magic to create a gust of wind and slammed it into Rose's entire body, and this time she did not fly through the air, but rolled away from him, rolling around on the ground.

"You still want to do it?"

I wonder if my words reached her. Blown away, Rose wobbles and stands up, using her sword as a cane.

"I know that a knight can't beat a nobleman. ......! But I, I can't lose. ......! Not against Quardenze! I can't lose, I can't lose ......!"

She kept getting up and slashing at me. And each time I played her off.

The sword flashes became slower and slower, and her approaching footsteps slowed. At the same time, the magical menace flying from her became turbulent with anger.

Unexpectedly, I flinched a little at the spirit of the approaching Ros.

"Avenge the young master: ......! Get out of Spierzeig......! You invaders! ......!"

I kicked her out of the way, but she didn't give in and stood up, gripping her sword.

I was so unsteady that I felt as if I would collapse at any moment, but his eyes, full of hatred, held me in place.

"Give me back my grandfather, give me back my father, give me back my ...... uncle, give me back my brother, give me back my ......! Give me back my brother ......! Give me back my people of Shikinaon! Give me back my ......, my family!"

She said that my grandfather went around killing the knights of the Shikinaon

family, and, I see, that was her family, too.

Her anger may be rooted in the fact that her family was taken from her.

The next moment I was thinking about this, I felt a tremor of magic power on my

skin.

"Curse you, Quardenze!"

When a crisis is imminent, a person may exhibit what is called fire fool's power. In the same way, people with magical powers are said to release very strong magical power in extremely rare cases when their lives are in danger.

The pure vindictiveness and life-threatening crisis drew out of Ros's body a magical power that exceeded its limits.

Ros unleashed all the magic she had drawn upon, strengthening her body even more powerfully and activating her wind magic.

When I showed her my thrusting stance, she kicked the earth with her sword pointed at me. A cloud of dust rises behind me as a reaction.

The blow, which is far stronger than the previous enhancements, is ...... I don't know if I've ever seen anything like this.

It never reached me.

"ah ...... ah ............"

The magic power contained in the sword was transmitted as he grasped the tip and received it.

The sword, imbued with magic power, has the power to harm others just by touching it. If a commoner were to touch the tip of this sword as I did, he would get sores on his skin.

Of course it doesn't affect me in any way.

It is said that when the ancestor is in battle mode, the amount of magic power naturally released from the body increases, and this acts as a barrier. Therefore, they can repel even a few magical attacks.

The ultimate blow that exceeded Ros's limits could not even break through that barrier. There might have been no room to reach if it had been attack magic, but even so, the impact this reality had on Ros seemed to have been great.

"No......no...... way............"

This is not a trick that I was able to do because my magical power level surpasses that of the main ancestor.

Other nobles, such as Spiaseik Verret, whom we defeated today, would have prevented the same Ros attack.

The difference between a nobleman and a knight, between a master and a

follower, is that far apart.

Ros may have subconsciously forgotten that ...... or perhaps it would be better to say that she turned away.

"Well."

I went on and grabbed Ros's sword.

Metal swords are easily shredded, just like an oil slick.

"Satisfied? Then it's my turn."

"Hic ......!"

As I grabbed Ros by the neck to prevent her from escaping, I channeled my magic.

"Remember that the difference between us can never be overturned."

Since I only directed my killing intent at Verret during the duel, Rose was not directly affected by the wave of my killing intent. She probably only felt the aftermath.

Now he decided to release the wave toward the lozenge alone.

It would also be a good experiment to see if any knight could withstand a nobleman's order of magnitude of intimidation at close range.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "

The moment he uttered his murderous intent, Ros screamed out in a high pitched voice that pierced my eardrums.

She seems to have been trapped in fear by my murderous intent and moves her body in a desperate attempt to escape from us.

The original injuries seemed to have been opened by this series of events, and fresh blood was dripping from the tattered armor.

But she didn't feel that pain, or perhaps she wanted to get away from me more than that, and she lashed out indifferently.

That's it.

Suppressing the threat, I spoke my hand from around Ros's neck. Ros had lost her strength and kneeled directly on the ground before I had time to support myself with my sword.

"Hi, hi ......! Hi ......!"

I see Ros backing up with her butt on the ground, trying to get away from me.

A single tear spills from her eyes, which had felt strong-willed, and her chin quivers slightly, making it impossible for her to formulate words.

If you look closely at the area where she sat, you will see that the ground was wet and made a kind of puddle. She seemed to have become incontinent.

The sight of a stout woman so frightened that she is leaking urine is indescribably

erotic.

I could feel my meat stick getting harder and harder.