Chapter 71 – Reunion With Lloyd (1)
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While the Emperor summoned Lloyd and his people to plot, he did not stand still as a sword. Some people came to Carl’s mansion, and Carl ate with them and sent them back. He often had O Sot go out.
On the day Lloyd became the Imperial Knight Commander, Count Meze, one of the Emperor’s aides, returned home on the pretext of illness. Count Meze led the military and took part in the subjugation of the demon king as the emperor’s standard bearer. Although he was armed, he was a reliable ally to the emperor and a nuisance to the nobles in that all of his troops were staying near the capital.
The emperor didn’t have a good excuse to hold meze, so he stopped it several times and eventually allowed him to return. There were also nobles who were reluctant to Count Meze, so even holding him by force was not good. The Count of Meze left the capital with five hundred cavalry under his command. After Count Meze left, a carriage followed Count Meze. She was his eldest daughter who had been kidnapped.
Carl made his own arrangements before the date for the invitation letter prepared in Lloyd’s name approached. The atmosphere was relaxed by setting up a banquet again with the aristocrats, whose relationship had almost become estranged. There was no aristocrat who would refuse a drink with a precious gift and a pretty woman. It still required the cooperation of several nobles.
Meanwhile, the foundations laid by Leben began to move. From thieves’ guilds and mercenaries’ guilds to merchants’ guilds, homeless people’s leagues, and local dignitaries. Letters from Carl arrive at several people’s homes. Among them, there were texts asking for regards, some giving orders, and some giving advice. The contents were different.
What is certain, however, is that the atmosphere in the capital has strangely changed since the letter arrived. When I entered the bar, some drunks were talking like this. Did you guys hear that story? The emperor is trying to kill the hero who killed the demon king. I heard there will be another war because of it.
There was always a popular storyteller in every bar, and they told stories for money. So, the emperor is a madman. Later on, you might want to kill us too. Maybe it’s already started. Wouldn’t you like to collect taxes like crazy? People like Ami and Marquis Leben are said to be devoted to charity work, but the emperor is like that.
The guards did not arrest the emperor even if he was insulted. Their loyal subjects were their direct superiors and money before empires and emperors. Not all the guards in the capital didn’t react, but it didn’t matter. Because the guards in areas where a lot of people gather got paid back.
Iron moved. Rumors of a civil war were rife. The emperor hadn’t done anything yet, but the sword was already moving. If you are facing the enemy, grind the first bread as much as possible. That was Carl’s way of life up until now. The emperor could not be an exception to the rule that also applied to the demon king.
Carl was sensitive. He reacted sensitively to everything around him. However, he did not show his sensitivity outwardly. Those who faced Carl always thought they had the upper hand because of that. This is an illusion that Carl deliberately induces.
It could be because he was a low-level person, but it was more because he wanted others to think of him as a low-level person. In fact, people who thought knives were inferior, whether or not knives were inferior, often underestimated the ability and power of knives.
Aristocrats pretend that moral superiority guarantees superiority in other areas. After regulating useless acts as ‘polite’, they look down on those who do not follow them and consider them uncivilized.
The status of the nobility has been maintained that way. It’s not a big deal if you look at it, but if there is something that can distinguish it from others, it was noble to hang themselves there. Expensive jewelry, perfume, pets, dining etiquette, greetings, or anything else. Carl enjoys laughing at the nobles’ ostentation.
The emperor probably knew that placing Lloyd in the position of commander of the knights was tantamount to declaring war on Karl Leben. In addition, it is self-evident that even if it is not Carl Leben right away, there are many talented people who are uncomfortable with the part that the warrior has become the power of the emperor.
Nevertheless, the emperor placed Lloyd in the position of knight commander. That is why we value tradition in such a way. The emperor was not in a position to ignore the power of tradition. It was only natural that he himself ascended to the throne of the emperor based on tradition and custom.
But orthodoxy has no meaning on the battlefield. It’s the same in the back alleys, and even more so in the mercenary industry and the underworld. Since that person was the previous boss, I have to serve that son as the boss- It was common for an idiot with a weak mindset to get stabbed and killed long ago. That’s the difference
The emperor doesn’t have much sense of crisis. Even though he was playing with a dangerous object called power, he didn’t even know that his sense of crisis was a little dull because it was a natural act like breathing since he was a child.
Rather than declaring war and then taking action, we should declare war after taking action. When the emperor decided to place Lloyd in the position of knight commander, Carl was already aware of the emperor’s decision.
While Lloyd set the date to become the Knight Commander and prepared for the appointment ceremony, Count Meze’s daughter, who was one of the Emperor’s limbs, was kidnapped by the Thieves’ Guild, and Count Meze’s servants came to Carl Leben’s house to earnestly ask for help. She was a doctor who hoped that the daughter of Count Meze, who had been secretly kidnapped, would be safely and secretly rescued.
Carl expressed his regret, and left a promise that it must be the work of the forces trying to divide us – I will do my best to carry out the rescue operation myself.
Later, before returning Meze’s daughter, several bribed imperial knights called by Carl beat Count Meze’s daughter. The knights said things like Count Meze would be dead if Lloyd became the Imperial Knight Commander, and I would give him another four years-, the emperor was already planning to wipe out the Meze family, so there was nothing to hold back.
Meze’s daughter, who was rescued, trembled and told her father the same words. Meze asked Carl Leben, one of his comrades-in-arms who had made a significant contribution on the battlefield together, to consult about the matter, and Karl advised Meze to evacuate her body to her hometown for a while. Handed over
So while Lloyd’s ordination ceremony was being held, Count Meze led his troops back home. While the emperor was reading the declaration of war, one of the emperor’s hands was cut off, and merchants connected with the sword secretly bought and collected iron. Blacksmiths belonging to the Merchant Guild pounded their hammers.
Rumors are spreading among the people that another war will break out.
*
“Huh!”
Sophia’s moans echoed throughout the mansion. Because the door was open, Arya heard it, and Osoth heard it too. Ossot pretended not to hear and quietly wiped his glass. Arya stood next to her door, her eyes closed.
Damn, mate.
Her hand slapped her ass hot. Sofia let out her moans and cum every time her ass was hit. Cum trickled from her Sophia’s cunt down her thighs and down her Sofia’s prosthetic leg. Carl let out a sneer. “Do you like the new legs?”
“Yes, yes… “
Sophia’s body had already changed to Carl’s taste. Sophia’s cunt was still moist after being slapped on her ass. When Carl whispered lewd words in his ear, the flesh of his lower leg tightened and his thighs were brought together. Pervert, whore, whore. Every time she heard those words, Sophia let out an excited moan.
Sofia comes to get her ass pushed. Carl hits his red-hot ass with his cock, then rubs it against his wet pussy. Sophia was no longer averse to intercourse. Even if it was rough sex, she would accept Carl’s occasional gentle strokes with a smile. Sophia was now the woman of the sword.
“Ah, uh… !”
She can’t stand it, so the vomited moans feel erotic. Carl squeezed Sophia’s hips and shook her waist. She had a woman who believed in God lying under her belly, swearing obscenely. At this moment, Sophia was no different from a saint of salvation, but a bitch. A nasty prostitute who thrusts her ass into her ass, hoping for her cock.
“Knives, knives!”
“Why, after, huh?”
“Me, me… !”
Carl grabs Sophia’s shoulders and her stomach and lifts her up. Her Sophia’s torso was raised. The knife left marks of her teeth on Sophia’s nape. “Fuck bitch.” Sophia’s cunt tightens at her wild swear words. “I love you? Do you love me?” Carl says. “Shut up.”
On this day, Carl was a little excited. Sophia’s body did not get tired of eating and eating. No matter how dirty she was, her body was pure white like drawing paper. She felt as if she were leaving her footprints on the endless stretch of white sand. When the waves sweep and the sun shines down, the sandy beach becomes white again.
Sophia’s back is bent. Her body trembles. She climaxed lightly. Carl pulled her cock out of Sophia’s cunt and kissed Sofia, who was looking at her with a sad gaze through her round eyes. The touch of her lips against each other, the entanglement of her tongue with her tongue, kept her pleasure high.
Her kiss was over when Carl grabbed Sophia’s hair and ripped it off. Sophia kept wanting to kiss her. Sophia opened her lips and closed them, apologizing, and Carl bit her cock. Sophia closed her eyes without saying a word. She moved the cock in and out of her cunt, now back in her mouth.
After she shuttled back and forth a few times, a sense of her ejaculation aroused. Carl ejaculated in Sophia’s mouth.
Sophia opens her mouth and shows her semen. Sophia swallows her cum as her knife touches her cheek a couple of times.
Sofia parted her lips as Carl brought her fingers up. He puts her finger in and sucks her finger with her tongue. She puts her fingers back into her cunt, this time spreading her thighs apart. The clicking sound continued for a while, and then Sophia’s body flapped like a fish. Perhaps she had no intention of holding back, she let out a strange swearing with all her might.
Sophia’s cunt, her sword climaxed, brought her cock back to her.
“You belong to me. No one will give it to you.”
Sophia smiled faintly even in the absence of panic and nodded her head.
