Final Boss

Translator: The Light 𝗳𝒓𝚎e𝚠𝒆𝐛𝐧𝐨v𝚎Ɩ.co𝓶

Editor: Entelechy

However, misfortunes never came alone. When Viscount Carlisle arrived at Taylor Pier with his troops, he found this pier empty. He didn’t see the relief troops or supply fleet promised by Marquis Charles. His handsome face twisted in fury as he flew into a shameful rage. He had lost Osi Castle and his womenfolk, but now, even the support fleet was missing. His subordinates didn’t dare to make a sound, lest the Viscount vent his anger on them.

“Go to Ord Castle. If that stubborn woman Norma doesn’t let us pass, we will forcibly break through. I don’t want to stay here in Olm Fortress, this goddamn place, even a minute longer!”

Viscount Carlisle remained silent for a moment before finally issuing his command. He wanted to leave Olm Fortress, retreat to the center of the Needham Plains, and join with Marquis Charles’s main force. Although the other party had broken his promise, Marquis Charles, after all, was his superior. Viscount Carlisle didn’t dare to say anything despite his anger. In the future, he had to rely on Marquis Charlies for promotions. Therefore, he could only pretend that nothing had happened.

In Osi Castle, Viscount Carlisle’s womenfolk, the Madam and Miss Kana, were captured as war trophies and taken into a carriage to be transported away. When her black blindfold was finally removed, Miss Kana’s eyes were filled with restlessness upon discovering that they had been imprisoned in a carriage. The Bloodkin maids removed their small red balls and tied red leather collars around their white necks attached to a number plate and a long iron chain each. The other ends of these iron chains were tied to the carriage’s ceiling.

“This dainty and lovely cutie... It’s a pity that you are not a blood maid! You must be very hungry. Quickly eat!”

“Who... who wants to eat your food! Stop, I... I’m not your pet... Wu!”

A red-faced Kanna eyed the red dog bowl the Bloodkin maid had placed in front of her. Although it contained delicious food, it was too shameful. She was embarrassed and tried to resist being treated like a pet. However, a Bloodkin maid stepped forward and pressed down her smooth back, forcing her to lean towards those delicious foods.

The other white lambs weren’t as stubborn. After all, only Kanna had a combat profession. As a candidate for the Light Church’s Holy Knight Regiment, she wanted to maintain her dignity. She knew that once there was a first time, it would be harder to resist the next. It was a terrible thing to develop a habit.

Facing the temptation of food, the other war trophies were unable to withstand it. They ignored their shameful eating postures and opened their mouths, sticking out their tongues to taste the delicacies. Even if something strange were added to the food, the war trophies had no way to resist. After all, a Bloodkin maid would press them down and prevent them from rising without eating.

The Madam glanced at her stubborn daughter and opened her little mouth, setting an example for her daughter Kana with a red face. Kana’s psychological barrier was already on the verge of collapse. After seeing the Madam give up, her position suddenly becomes incomparably awkward.

“Miss Kana, nothing strange was added. You don’t need to worry. Unlike the nations of Clark Alliance, we don’t need to add strange things to train war trophies. If you still aren’t obedient, don’t blame us for treating you roughly!”

“I... I will comply. Just don’t make things difficult for them!”

Miss Kana finally gave up. Those Bloodkin maids had already prepared to forcibly feed them, which was very uncomfortable. After a few humiliating bites, Kana found that the taste was pretty good, and her initial resistance began to disappear, gradually accepting this shameful procedure. After the meal, when drinking water, her movements grew a lot more natural. When the Bloodkin Countess came to check the situation, the white lambs were already proficient in using their tongues to lick the water in the red plates before them. That scene looked particularly wicked and erotic. Their swaying, drooping melons tempted people to commit crimes. At this moment, the Countess slightly understood the original intentions of Clark Alliance’s slave trade.

“Miss Kana, you are already accustomed to it! That’s great. Eat a bit more, then...”

“You... What are you going to do with us! Where are you taking us?”

Miss Kana used a humble, pleading tone to ask the Bloodkin Countess. Those terrifying words had scared her enough that she didn’t dare to think too much. The Countess lifted Kana’s chin and gently caressed her smooth face, but didn’t reply, intentionally leaving these prey hanging.

“Miss Kana, you don’t need to be afraid. Our Blood Race is not one of those ignorant races like beastmen, goblins, or ogres. Even if we are truly hunting, we are gentle and do it in an elegant manner. We are not rough. Rest assured and nurture your body. Don’t think about other things.”

After explaining this, the Countess stood and elegantly left with a mysterious and playful smile. Miss Kana was filled with horror. This answer was the same as not answering. When she tried to ask more questions, she was forced to bite a black rod. Then, a black blindfold sealed her vision once more. Immediately, she couldn’t resist a drug-induced sleepiness.

During several days of travel, the blindfolds on these white lambs weren’t removed. Each time, only the wicked items sealing their mouths were removed so that they could eat. What worried Kana the most was that they were gradually becoming accustomed to this kind of shameful eating method. They no longer hesitated. Every night, they would eagerly wait for food. Quite a few times, Kanna almost suspected that these Bloodkin were fattening them to butcher them later. Nevertheless, she had no way to resist; she could only wait restlessly for her fate.

Baron Burke stationed in the northern area of Olm Fortress similarly suffered a serious loss. His headquarter, Otto Castle, had been captured, and several hundred guards had been killed in action. However, compared to Viscount Carlisle, his losses were not much since he had not yet married and hadn’t brought any womenfolk to the frontlines unlike Viscount Carlisle who seemed to have put a green crown on his head. His wife and daughter had been captured, but he deceived himself by claiming they had been killed in action.

Otto Castle was seized by the regular army of Steinbeck Fief. Princess Natalie led a group to search Baron Burke’s temporary residence and seized a lot of letters from Marquis Charlies and a third-party empire. Princess Natalie and the others, as princesses of Ximengsi Continent’s interior human nations, were unable to recognize this mysterious empire’s insignia, but Sacred Moon Dragon Knight Princess Verly immediately recognized it. It belonged to one of the four super border empires confronting the alien races. As for which one, Verly planned to report it to Clyde by herself.

“That fellow Baron Burke is too scheming. He actually wants to use our forces to fight each other so that he can become the fisherman gaining all the benefits. We were almost cheated. Fortunately, Master has many hidden pieces.”

“How can Baron Burke compare to our Master? However, Big Sister Saras, I... I think Baron Burke and Master are kindred spirits!”

“Natalie, what did you discover? How can Baron Burke be a kindred spirit with Master Clyde?”

“Saras, come with me, and you will know. Jenny’s assassin squad has just made a discovery.”

Princess Natalie’s face was slightly red, but she didn’t give a full explanation. After interrupting Princess Saras, she led her to a simple, crude hidden chamber in the castellan’s residence of coarse workmanship. Although it was similarly built like a basement, it was not on the same level as Clyde’s hidden room. Thinking this, Princess Saras blushed and shook her head. For an unknown reason, she yearned for that secret room used for wicked erotic things.

The assassins had forced open the entrance to the secret room, and Jenny stood outside the entrance. She and the female assassins behind her had lingering blushes. They seemed to have seen an indescribable scene and only barely restrained themselves. After Princess Saras nodded at Jenny, they entered the secret room under her lead.

The dim room was illuminated by faint candlelight, revealing the wicked erotic tools hanging on the walls. Whips, small balls, handcuffs... everything that could be wished for was there. There were also a furnace and a red-hot searing-iron that emitted white smoke. A dozen or so helpless white lambs were still imprisoned here. Their hands were bound behind their backs with iron chains, and their legs were parted atop a wicked triangular wooden horse. Strange water stains had dampened the backs of the wooden horses.

Gagged by rods, their eyes were wide in terror upon seeing the uninvited guests. Some drool dripped down onto their iron collars that had had the keyholes intentionally broken, making it almost impossible to free them. Suspiciously, some of them rocked their hips back and forth, as if trying to reach the peak that was just out of reach. An iron chain attached each collar to rings on the ceiling. This forced these war trophies to assume the humiliating posture of standing tall and straight. In addition, ice-cold small metal clips clamped their alluring redbuds.

Although their expressions couldn’t be seen as blindfolds covered most of their faces, a few red lash marks adorned their bodies. Because of certain special reasons, Princess Saras and the others knew how these white lambs had obtained those red welts and wax drip marks.

“Jenny, these are...”

“Saras, I’ve already looked into it. They are the combat magicians of the strengthened magic unit under Earl Winissa who’ve been missing for a long time. Baron Burke interrogated them to get a lot of information on Housekeeper Norma. He, however, hasn’t taken the last step and only played with them. There are also many...”

“Baron Burke, that fellow... That fellow wasn’t sincerely cooperating with Norma. It’s a pity, Lady Norma is out of luck!”

“No need to worry, Saras. Master Clyde has already snuck into Ord Castle. Master’s usual way of handling a kindred spirit has always been to amicably pay his last respects.”