Ch.157What Are You Doing Right Now?

Claire van Sigmillus.

The face of the Third Prince’s faction and a villainess who, as the witch Isabella’s pawn, has ruined the lives of countless women.

Judging by her current state, it seems she was merely a disposable card to Isabella after all.

I looked down at Claire, who was on the verge of death, and briefly contemplated what to do with her.

She must have had some unfortunate past to be sobbing so pitifully… but that wasn’t reason enough to forgive her.

Her desperate outburst just moments ago proved she was a woman with nothing to gain by keeping her alive.

I wasn’t sure what she had done, but judging from what she’d blurted out like a dying confession, I could guess.

She must have set something up at the Sigmillus mansion.

“Seems like you took quite a hit from whatever it was. Still planning to keep her alive?”

“Yes. I’m going to keep her alive.”

Ophelia answered firmly as she knelt beside Claire.

“You’d rather destroy it than give it to me? Heheh… as expected, sister, you know nothing. What I wanted is already in my hands.”

Ophelia opened the glass vial she was holding and poured the purple liquid into Claire’s mouth.

Since an unconscious person couldn’t swallow, it simply flowed out.

“What’s that? I thought it was poison, but it’s medicine?”

“Antidote and healing potion. Mixed with another poison. But she can’t drink it…. I guess there’s no choice.”

Ophelia shrugged and brought the vial to her own lips.

The remaining liquid, about eighty percent full, flowed into her mouth.

Wait, is she…?

“No, you don’t have to—”

Before I could finish, their lips met.

A sucking sound.

Ophelia’s tongue parted Claire’s lips.

The healing potion, mixed with her sister’s saliva, seeped into the helplessly open mouth.

Ophelia cradled her sister’s head and persistently intertwined their tongues until Claire swallowed the liquid.

No, even after Claire’s throat moved, she didn’t pull away, continuing to savor her sister’s lips.

It was like a mother bird feeding her chick.

Though it looked a hundred times more obscene.

Wet friction sounds, heated breathing.

The bright red flesh, soaked with desire, left its mark inside Claire’s mouth.

Tongues intertwined stickily.

A crimson liquid, mixed with blood and saliva, stained their entangled tongues.

“What… are you… doing…?”

As if my words were inaudible, Ophelia remained focused solely on ravaging her sister’s mouth.

So obscenely that even I felt my face flush watching it.

She bit Claire’s lips until they tore, then licked the flowing blood with ecstatic eyes like a dog.

She wrapped her tongue around Claire’s limp one, sucking and biting it before rubbing their lips together.

“Haa… Haaah…!”

Finally lifting her face, Ophelia exhaled roughly, her breath heated.

A thin thread stretched between their separated lips.

Eyes half-lidded with excitement and lust. Cheeks flushed bright red.

Her smiling lips were smeared with Claire’s blood.

I stared at her with utter disbelief.

No, this crazy… this development wasn’t in the original work.

The woman who was romancing Demian, what is she doing with her own sister now?

It didn’t end with just once.

Ophelia gathered saliva in her mouth, poured it into Claire’s, and once again kissed her, fiercely intertwining their tongues.

Supporting Claire’s upper body with her burned arm, she lewdly kneaded her sister’s chest with her other hand.

Claire, limp and weak, twitched feebly.

Swallowing her lustful sister’s saliva down her throat.

“No. Hey, wait, you crazy bitch. This isn’t the time for this!”

Seeing Ophelia lost in ravaging Claire’s mouth, I couldn’t help but curse.

The reed fields around us were burning fiercely, and we had no idea what had happened to the family mansion, yet how long was she planning to stay stuck like this?

To make matters worse, as if people had noticed the flames, murmuring noises and the sound of hoofbeats were approaching from the distance.

There weren’t any villages nearby. So, were they soldiers sent by Isabella?

“Haa… it was just getting good.”

Ophelia sighed regretfully as she picked up Claire. Like the Virgin Mary in a Pietà.

Though her face resembled not the Holy Mother but an incarnation of lust.

How on earth had she hidden that depravity all this time?

“Good or not, you crazy bitch. Was this your reason for wanting to save Claire? This is ridiculous. People are coming, what do we do now?”

“We’ll have to slip away. There are plenty of horses we can ride to escape, right?”

Ophelia headed toward the carriages.

The horses tied to the harnesses were stomping nervously, startled by the raging flames.

—-

“Can you tell who’s approaching?”

Ophelia asked, pulling up her robe’s hood while holding Claire’s bound body on horseback.

Let’s see… heavy hoofbeats with clanking metal sounds. Even the smell of iron and blood.

Due to the chaotic surroundings, I couldn’t be certain of their numbers, but I had a rough idea of who they were.

“…Knights, I think? Heavily armored ones at that.”

“Knights, huh. Patrol knights wouldn’t arrive this quickly, so did the Empress send them…? Or perhaps they’re men my sister prepared in advance…. So, can we break through?”

“That? No problem at all.”

Break through? Given enough time, I could massacre them all.

Though I didn’t particularly want to.

If they weren’t sent by Isabella, they might be innocent people rushing to extinguish the sudden fire.

I’d know once we encountered them.

I put on a robe and picked up a longsword lying on the ground.

Durandal would be too conspicuous.

“Then I’ll leave the rest to you. I’m about to be depleted of mana.”

“Depleted? Are you planning to put out the fire before we leave?”

I suppose it would take quite a bit of mana to extinguish a fire of this magnitude.

“Put out the fire? Of course not. Quite the opposite.”

Ophelia grinned, drawing out all her remaining mana and converting it into flames.

A wave of fire surged forth.

The flames that had been flickering through the reed field instantly grew, sweeping across tens of meters.

It was like a piece of the sun had been torn off and thrown down.

“Wait, what is this…”

“We need to eliminate evidence just in case. This level of heat should leave no corpses behind, right? Come on, let’s go. We’ll need to move together until we reach the isthmus.”

Ophelia cracked the reins.

Like a true arsonist who had just caused a fire visible for kilometers, she let out a refreshingly carefree laugh.

I’d seen a terrorist who burned down an entire village smile like that.

I don’t even care anymore. Let whatever happens happen.

Those guys will put out the fire themselves anyway.

I carefully nudged the horse’s flank.

Spurring, I think they call it. I had to control my strength carefully even for this.

If I kicked it like other riders, instead of running, its stomach would burst and it would collapse.

The startled horse began to gallop.

Pressing down my hood that threatened to slip off, I rode toward Ophelia.

—-

The knights rushing toward us were, as Ophelia had predicted, Isabella’s subordinates.

How did I know? Simple.

Instead of asking our identity, they immediately pointed their lances and charged at us.

Their black iron armor gleamed with a heavy luster.

I wondered if these guys were also Masters with worms implanted in them, as their aggressive momentum was quite fierce.

“It would be troublesome if we get held up here…!”

“It’s nothing, just keep riding!”

Two mounted knights.

I threw the longsword I was holding toward one of them.

A flash of light shot like a bullet, aiming for the knight’s neck.

The charging black iron knight raised his shield. A textbook response.

Since the sword I threw was ordinary steel, it would be difficult to penetrate a black iron shield.

In the end, it was a misjudgment on his part.

– KWAAANG!

I had no intention of penetrating it anyway.

The black iron knight who blocked the sword flew backward as if hit by a truck.

It was an inevitable result.

The impact combined the speed of my horse, my strength, and the knight’s own charging speed.

How could he withstand that just by blocking with a shield?

The sword, crushed from tip to base like a vertically flattened soda can, rolled on the ground.

The lance of the other knight thrust toward my chest.

A lance charge with a Master’s strength.

Like my throw, it wasn’t an attack that could be blocked barehanded.

So I dodged it.

Drawing Durandal, I gripped the reins and spurred the saddle, launching myself into the air.

I didn’t jump very high. That would only kill my horse from the shock.

Flipping my body like a handstand, I leaped acrobatically and looked down.

The lance, having lost its target, pierced the empty air in vain.

Watching the blade pass by my flipped hair, I lightly swung Durandal.

The knight’s neck was severed effortlessly.

Our eyes met.

Mocking his upside-down face, I sat back down on the horse.

The headless knight sprayed blood like a fountain and collapsed sideways.

His foot caught in the saddle, he crashed to the ground and was dragged along by the galloping horse, leaving a long trail of blood.

That one’s finished, and the other one…

I immediately scanned the surroundings.

The black iron knight who had been sent flying by my throw.

The impact of the fall must have been severe, as he was still staggering to get up.

He had lost both his lance and shield.

I turned the reins and charged at him.

Before he could draw his sword, Durandal ended his life.

“…Your horsemanship is impressive.”

“For a Ka’har, this is basic. Even a child could do it.”

I tossed a frivolous joke at the admiring Ophelia as we galloped toward the isthmus.