Chapter 415 – Love That Overcomes Blood (2)
At that time, Sicilian refugee camp.
The full moon in the sky flows through the curtains and illuminates the interior of the room.
There are eight beds placed on the left and right in the room, and one person is lying on each bed, covered with a cozy blanket.
“…Is everyone sleeping?”
A young man with chocolate-colored skin contrasting with the white blanket carefully asks if he couldn’t sleep even at this late hour.
“Shall we just become the people of Fermaten?”
“What do you mean, Andrew?”
Another young man quickly raises his upper body and asks.
It’s hard to see, but the white blanket and the moonlight shining behind him barely reveal his silhouette.
“We are Meradin’s people. We must not forget the grace he has given us.”
“You know. Because he put us on the boat, we were able to get out of there and come up here. But everyone, look at this.”
The young man named Andrew pointed to the blanket he was covering.
“I’ve never felt such a cozy blanket or soft bed in my hometown.”
“…”
“We were soldiers. But here, we are all just like refugees. Are you offering this to us? I think this Fermaten is our new country.”
“That’s a dangerous statement, Andrew.”
“You can say more dangerous things, Jamal.”
“…Okay, let’s continue.”
The two people’s voices became increasingly harsh, but no one in the room mediated their conversation.
“As an honorable warrior and your comrade in arms, I can listen to your thoughts until the end.”
“Thank you. But I’m sure you’ll think the same way after listening to me.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“Surprisingly, the Fermaten Empire respects the choices of each citizen. For example, they say they can choose where they live.”
“What? That doesn’t make sense.”
Some young people began to become agitated.
“How can you move where you can live?”
“Ha. It’s just a formal political tactic. If you actually want to move your place of residence, you will need countless procedures and money.”
“That’s right. Taking what one person can do and misleading them into thinking that everyone can do it is a characteristic of the people of the Northern Continent, isn’t it?”
There was an underlying sense of distrust among those from the South.
Even though the sea crosses between the two continents, and at the land where the sea ends, there is a ‘holy land’ where people cannot go, so they are cut off from each other except for the sea route, but the people in the The northern part of the continent has been despising and ignoring the southern part. Because it is true that we have done it.
“…Then how about this. In Permaton, no one becomes a slave as long as they don’t commit a crime. Even if they are nobles.”
“What? Lie.”
“Yes. All those good stories are rumors, Andrew. When it comes to applying crimes, the Fermatons must be discriminating against people from the southern continent, right?”
“That’s right. Even if we pay a fair price to get on the carriage, they will definitely differentiate seats, ignore us, and call it a ‘crime’ for us to get on the carriage.”
“…”
The only basis for their judgment about Fermaten is the stories of their ancestors that have been passed down over the past tens or hundreds of years.
The most representative story was that he barely arrived in the North on a shipwrecked ship, but he was sold as a rare slave because he had dark skin and then barely escaped.
So I had no choice but to worry.
Even though they were not originally of a very high status in their hometown, when they come here, their status can start from the bottom, let alone average.
“Even if we hadn’t been defeated in the civil war…”
“Shh. Don’t talk nonsense. What kind of civil war was that? It was a massacre committed unilaterally by that wicked lawless king.”
“That’s right. He killed His Majesty, his his own brother His His, and tried to kill his nephews Meradin and Serazade.”
The reason refugees left their hometowns was because of the civil war.
One person’s lust for power led to a cruel attack on his relatives, and many people left their hometowns along with the two people who could be considered legitimate heirs to the throne.
“But what we want is not revenge. We want a land where we can live.”
“Life in a place like this where you can enjoy warm soup and soft bread in a cozy bed.”
“…I missed the heat of the desert from the moment I got on the boat, but I don’t think the warmth here is that bad now.”
They came to the north to escape blood and war.
Although they are worried about how they will be treated here, they have no intention of going back.
“Please, Little Prince, be nice to me…Shh.”
The young people kept quiet.
Then everyone closed their eyes and laid down.
“Excuse me.”
The door opened, and a woman with a soft voice came inside.
“I’m sorry, Andrew?”
“…”
“I know you’re awake.”
“…What’s going on?”
Andrew stood up and opened his eyes.
“Hello. My name is Jessica, and I am a succubus maid who was dispatched from the island.”
“…Succubus?!”
“Yes. “I am a made succubus.”
He looked up and down the woman who appeared before his eyes.
She was wearing a black and white maid uniform, but the tail and wings fluttering behind her, and the horns on her head were clearly visible to a succubus.
“W-For what purpose…?! Well, you’re sure you’re not trying to steal my energy…?!”
“I came to tell you about the ‘request’ I collected after dinner.”
“…That, perhaps.”
“Yes. You wrote it down, right? You need a woman to have sex with.”
“…Kuhm! Well, that’s just…”
Andrew was conscious of his surroundings for a moment, cleared his throat, and his face blushed.
“That…Was written out of anger!”
“Angry?”
“That’s right! You talk like you’ll listen to anything, so I’m just saying I tried it once!”
“…You don’t want sex?”
The succubus maid tilted her head with a surprisingly surprised expression.
“I came to get you because you said you wanted sex, but… “
“What?”
“Get up and follow me. After washing your body properly, you can have sex.”
“Now, wait a minute.”
Andrew quickly scanned his surroundings.
Everyone who had been pretending to sleep a moment ago was pricking up their ears.
“…Any woman can do it?”
“Not just any woman. Among the women you want to have sex with tonight, Andrew can choose the one you want to have sex with. That’s okay, there are a lot of them.”
“…Are they all succubi?”
“About 90% are succubi…”
The succubus maid scratched her cheek with an embarrassed expression.
“Perhaps because of the rumor that men in the southern continent have large dicks, there are several ordinary people who want to have sex with them.”
“Ooh, with us?”
“Yes. Of course, compared to the men in the empire who have received the grace of His Majesty the Emperor, it cannot be greater, but-“
“Nonsense!”
Andrew immediately jumped out of bed and put on his ‘slippers.’
“I will prove it! Even though we left our hometown, none of us are small!”
“…”
“How can I at least prove it here?! Should I at least take off my pants and prove it?!”
“All dick measurements in Fermaten are carried out using the vagina of the official succubus in charge of statistics…”
The succubus maid stared at Andrew’s lower body with a troubled expression.
“…Since there is no civil servant in charge in the south yet, I have no choice but to measure it. Is that okay?”
“W-what?”
“If you don’t mind my pussy-“
“…Really?”
“Yes. Well, I understand that you’re surprised, but this is Permaton.”
The succubus maid held her hand her underneath her her skirt her her her.
“Free sex comes with responsibility. Responsible sex is infinitely free. These are the words that Emperor Permaten shouted in the park at night.”
“…”
“And I know the magic of birth control.”
“Where is the sex?”
“If you want, you can do it here, but…”
The succubus maid glanced at the people in the room and quenched her appetite.
“Because I have three pussy holes.”
* * *
“Your Majesty. I will report to you.”
Jurdias, the head of an intelligence organization who returned from some sort of mission, heard the report in front of me.
“The beauty system targeting refugee people worked well. The success rate was 89%.”
“Of course. I heard there is a reason why the beauty world always works historically.”
While Meradin and Serazade were making their choices, I also played a trick with each refugee.
Nothing special.
Just as sailors who have been sailing around the sea for a long time visit prostitutes as soon as they get off the ship, a succubus capable of free sex was sent to men who would have had difficulty masturbating, let alone having sex, until they arrived in the southern part of the continent.
“How many people will later refuse to follow Meradin or Serazade?”
“The number may not be large, but at least the flag of the heart will definitely be waved in the direction of Fermatten.”
“Okay. So… Did you find out the reason why so many refugees came?”
“Yes. According to the investigation, there was a civil war in their tribe.”
Jurdias’s intelligence organization quickly figured out the background of the refugees.
“It is actually an exile. Meradin and Serazade, two royal families, fled here after losing their father, the tribal leader.”
“Who is the current tribal leader?”
“They are their uncles. They are uncles, and they are also nephews of the current ruler of the South.”
“Then the moment we accept them, there is a possibility that an all-out war with the South will break out.”
“At first, they will ask you to give it up, but if you refuse that demand, there is a good chance that war will break out.”
“I see.”
This has become unavoidable.
“For the research on reincarnation purity and overcoming genetic defects, we need a lot of Meradin, Serazade, and black cocks. We will accept all refugees.”
“Yes. By the way, and this is why it is assumed that the southern tribal chief is going after the two people… “
Whispering.
“…Crazy? Is it true?”
“Yes. It’s true.”
Shock.
“He was going to take his nephew his as his wife his his?”
