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Claire van Siegmillus.

3 The face madam of the prince’s faction, a wicked woman who became the hand and foot of the witch Isabella and ruined the lives of countless women.

Looking at how things ended up like this, it seems like Isabella was just a discarder.

I looked down at Claire, who was about to lose her breath, and thought for a moment about what to do with her.

I guess I had an unfortunate past that made me complain and complain… But there was no reason to forgive.

The fact that she was a woman who had nothing to gain by keeping her alive was proven by her struggles a moment ago.

I don’t know what he did, but I can guess it from the words he spoke as if he were a will.

They must have done something to the Sigmillus Mansion.

“I don’t know what it is, but it feels like I got hit hard, are you still planning on letting me live?”

“Okay. I plan to save it.”

Ophelia answered firmly and knelt down, looking at Claire.

“… Are you saying you’ll just destroy it if you give it to me? Hehe… As expected, my sister doesn’t know anything. What I was trying to get is already in my hands like this.”

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

There was no way a fainted person could swallow it, so it just flowed down.

“What is that? I thought it was poison, but was it a recovery medicine?”

“Antidote and recovery medicine. Another poison was mixed in there. But I can’t drink it… . I can’t help it.”

Ophelia shrugged and brought the glass bottle to her mouth.

The remaining liquid flowed into her mouth.

Uh, wait. This… ?

“No, you don’t have to do that-”

Before I could finish my words, our lips met.

The sound of Chueup.

Ophelia’s tongue penetrates between Claire’s lips and spreads them apart.

The recovery medicine mixed with my sister’s saliva seeped into my gaping mouth.

Ophelia held her sister’s head and persistently mixed her tongue until Claire swallowed the liquid.

No, even after Claire’s neck twitched, she didn’t lift her head and indulged in her sister’s lips.

It was like a mother bird feeding her chicks.

Although it looked a hundred times more obscene than that.

A squeaky friction sound, a heated breathing sound.

The bright red flesh soaked with desire leaves its mark in Claire’s mouth.

Tongue and tongue become sticky and tangled.

A bright red liquid mixed with blood and saliva stained the tangled meat offal.

“What are you doing now… ?”

As if she couldn’t even hear what I was saying anymore, Ophelia was focused on making fun of her sister’s mouth.

It was so lewd that even I blushed while watching it.

He bites and tears Claire’s lip, looks down at the flowing blood with rapt eyes, and licks it like a dog.

He wraps his tongue around the hanging tongue without resistance, bites it as if sucking it, and rubs his lips.

“Ha… . Haaa… !”

Eventually, Ophelia lifted her face and took a deep breath.

A long, thin thread stretched between the fallen lips.

Eyes half-open with excitement and lust. Cheeks so red as to burst.

Claire’s blood was smeared around her smiling mouth.

I looked at her in bewilderment.

No, this is crazy, there was no development like this in the original.

What is the woman who was dating Damian doing with my own sister now?

It wasn’t just one time.

Ophelia collected a lot of saliva and poured it into Claire’s mouth, then kissed her again and vigorously mixed their tongues.

He supported Claire’s upper body with his burned arm, and lasciviously massaged her breast with his other hand.

Claire, who was drooping, flinched helplessly.

Letting my sister’s saliva filled with lust flow down my throat.

“No. Hey, wait a minute, you crazy bitch. Isn’t this the time for this?”

At the sight of Ophelia, who was so preoccupied with fucking Claire’s mouth, curse words naturally flowed out.

The reed fields everywhere are burning brightly, and the family’s mansion is in an unknown state. How long will it remain there?

To make matters worse, rumbling noises and the sound of horses’ hooves could be heard from far away, as if they were people who had noticed the flames and were approaching.

There wasn’t really anything like a village around here. So, is this a soldier sent by Isabella?

“Ha… It was at its best.”

Ophelia let out a regretful sigh and hugged Claire like the Virgin in the Pietà.

It was a face that looked like the embodiment of sexual desire, let alone the Virgin Mary.

How on earth have you been hiding that darkness for so long?

“Good night, you crazy bitch. Was this the reason for saving Claire? It’s ridiculous, really. People are coming, what now?”

“You have to get out in moderation. There are a lot of horses to ride and run away, right?”

Ophelia headed toward the carriages.

The horses that were tied up in their harnesses were startled by the roaring fire and were giggling anxiously.

—-

“Do you know who the approaching people are?”

Ophelia, who had tied Claire’s body with a rope and was riding on a horse, asked, putting on the hood of her robe.

Let’s see… The sound of clanking metal combined with the sound of heavy horse hooves. Even the fishy smell of iron and blood.

Because of the chaotic environment in many ways, I wasn’t sure about their numbers, but I had a rough idea of their identity.

“… Looks like knights? It’s also well-armed.”

“Kisara. There’s no way the patrol knights would come here so quickly, so the empress sent them… ? Or maybe they are people that my sister prepared in advance… . So, can you break through?”

“That’s right, no problem.”

breakthrough? If you just take some time, you could even kill them.

I didn’t necessarily want to do that, though.

If it is not a knight sent by Isabella, it means that they are innocent people who were surprised by a sudden fire and rushed to put out the fire.

Will I be able to tell if I meet him?

I put on my robe and picked up a long sword lying on the floor.

Durandal will be too noticeable.

“Then please be patient until the end. I’m about to run out of magical energy.”

“Exhaustion? Are you going to at least turn off the lights?”

Well, to put out a fire like this, you would have to consume quite a lot of magical energy.

“Turn off the lights? That can’t be possible. Rather, it’s the opposite.”

Ophelia grinned, drawing up all of her magical power and turning it into flames.

Waves of flame rush in.

The flames that had been burning the reed field quickly engulfed the body and swept tens of meters away.

It was a sight as if a piece of the sun had been torn off and thrown away.

“No, what is this… .”

“Just in case, you should destroy the evidence. With this much firepower, there won’t even be a corpse left, right? Now, let’s go. We’ll have to move together until we get close to the island.”

Ophelia hit the reins.

As an arsonist who started a large-scale fire that could be seen for several kilometers, he let out a truly refreshing laugh.

The terrorist who burned down a village smiled with that look on his face.

I do not know. Let everything happen.

It’s a fire, they’ll put it out on their own.

I gently touched the horse’s side.

Did you say that you are accelerating? I had to pay attention to this and control my strength.

If you kick it like other jockeys, instead of running, its stomach will explode and it will collapse.

The startled horse began to run.

Pressing down on the hood that was about to come off, he rode toward Ophelia.

—-

As Ophelia expected, the knights running this way were Isabella’s subordinates.

How do you know that? Simple.

As soon as he saw us, instead of asking us who we were, he aimed his lance and rushed at us.

The black iron heavy armor shed a heavy luster.

Those guys, too, seemed like they were masters of bugs, and their attack was quite fierce.

“It would be difficult if I got stuck here… !”

“It’s no big deal, just run!”

Two bastards.

He throws the long sword he was holding at one of them.

A flash of light was aimed at the knight’s neck and shot like a bullet.

The black iron cavalry that was running raised its shield. It was a standard response.

The sword he threw was made of ordinary steel, so it would be difficult to penetrate the black iron shield.

In the end, it was a misjudgment.

– Kwaaang!

I had no intention of going through it.

The Black Iron Knight who blocked the sword flew backwards as if hit by a truck.

This is a natural result.

It was a shock that was compounded by the speed at which the horse was running, my strength, and the speed at which the guy himself was running.

Is there any way you can survive even if you block it with a shield?

The long sword, which had been crushed from the tip to the bottom of the blade and turned into a vertically trampled beverage can, rolled on the floor.

Another lance was aimed at my chest.

Lance charging with the power of a master.

Just like my throw, it wasn’t an attack I could block with my bare body.

So I avoided it.

At the same time as he pulls out the Durandal, he grabs the reins, kicks the saddle, and launches his body into the air.

It didn’t jump very high. At any rate, my words would just die from shock.

Flip your body over as if doing a handstand, jump like an acrobat and look down.

Lance, who had lost his goal, pierced the air in vain.

I looked at the spear blade passing by my upside-down hair, and lightly swung the Durandal I was holding.

The knight’s head was cut off.

Eyes meet eyes.

He laughed at the upside-down face and sat down on the horse’s back again.

A knight who lost his head falls sideways, blood gushing out like a fountain.

He tripped on the horse’s saddle, fell to the ground, and was dragged along by the galloping horse, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

That guy is finished, and that guy from earlier… .

I immediately looked around.

The Black Iron Knight was hit by a throw and flew away.

The impact of falling from a horse must have been quite severe, and he was still staggering and barely able to get up.

The lance and shield were left out of my hands.

I turned the reins and charged at the guy.

Before the guy could even draw his sword, Durandal took his breath.

“… Your horsemanship is amazing.”

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

He told an off-color joke to Ophelia, who admired him, and ran towards the island again.