“Aren’t you going to say something?” Kayle looked at me with blurry eyes.

I put down my fine edge carver and gave her my full attention. My calm eyes must have shook her because she was shifting nervously on her knees.

“I’m sorry. I…” she began trying to justify her actions.

“There is no need to explain. If you had won, then it would have been a different circumstance. However, you probably lost, embarrassingly, right?” I crossed my arms while looking down at her.

Her head bobbled, yes.

“Not only did you lose embarrassingly, but you also needed to throw around insults. To be honest, I don’t really care that you got into a fight with them or why you couldn’t tell the differences in ability between you and them. What I care about is why you had to throw around my name? Are we that close for you to use me as a shield? Is this what your parents taught you in your safe little bubble? To call their names when you are in trouble and the bad guys will go away?” I started my ranting, my lips curling up in a snarl.

Tears dropped from her cheeks, impacting the table with the only sound for minutes.

I took a deep breath.

“I don’t care why you do what you do as long as you don’t cause trouble for me. I thought that you, as a level headed merchant girl, would understand this. That I am trying to be low-key, that I am trying to learn what I lack. Yet…” I blew out a hot breath of rising heat.

I glanced at the bed.

“To be honest, I was hoping in some way that I could have you replaced as my wife. That you would mess up in some way that would allow me to refund you back to your people and pick out the type of girl I wouldn’t mind sharing beds with.”

Her fist clenched the fabric of her shirt hems in her lap. I clicked my tongue at her apparent embarrassment turning to anger.

“Let’s ignore what you have done and talk about what you have ensured has happened. I’m not sure you understand this, but the current King is quite young. Young being over two hundred or so years with a typical lifespan of about fifteen hundred. Meaning he will live for a long time.”

I glanced at the ivory dragon claw that was yet to be finished and stood up.

“The Crown Prince, like any Prince before him, wants power and has great ambitions. This is literally what they are bred for. To think in a way that says they are superior to the rest of us. They have the best resources, the best teachers and the fear and respect of multitudes. Whether or not what they are doing is good or not doesn’t matter. Because what they say is law within their territory.”

I started unbuttoning my vest.

“For him to gain the merits required of him to become King. To prematurely end his father's reign, he has to live a life on the battlefield.” I tossed the vest into her lap.

Her head snapped. She looked at me in confusion before her face flushed with heat and her fist tightened into little pale balls.

“Being a lackey under someone who has ambitions to be a King, means I will have to serve as one of his Generals or worse. This lad is about to live more than fifty years on the battlefield. His only goal is to accumulate success according to the standards of Emperor Decree.”

I threw my shirt at her neck and went on to working on my boots.

“You have subjected me to a life on the battlefield just to be self-righteous because someone is filthy? You can’t even tell that someone is more powerful than you when they are wearing Grand level bracelets with Grand level Mana Beads. Your level of judgement is so shit, that you must argue with a Prince who already considered you nothing more than a common wench. Do you think you hadn’t called out my name? You would have lived? Wait, is that why you called out my name? Because you were afraid of death but not afraid of triggering death’s scythe?”

I dropped my pants and walked out of it. She scooted back but I reached out and grasped her hair. Dragging her across the floor and the foolish lass had the nerve to call for her magic.

Summon her magic when the punishment was a little bodily combat? Did she look down upon me after this result?

A golden card shone and evaporated into a golden mist.

Golden chains snaked out my fingertips, wrapping her body. Her clothes caught fire, emitting golden flames that quickly snaked around her body. Turning her former attire into ashe that formed a line as I dragged her to the bed.

I tossed her onto the bed and she actually had the nerve to snarl at me.

“I am being very polite by only sleeping with you. To be honest, if we act according to my initial rage. How much time would it take for me to kill you?” I grabbed her ankle while speaking.

Yanking her to the edge of the bed. She had raised one leg in preparation to kick me but paused upon hearing what I had to say. Or paused upon realizing that killing her wouldn’t be as hard as she hoped it was.

I ran my fingers down her green carpet. Circling a spot that causes her body to jerk.

“I’ll give you an easy choice. Sleep with me or just go ahead and die. I’ll compensate your father if I have to.” there was no longer any emotional cues on my face.

I became a statue that only had two modes. Horny or murderous and horny.

Her face trembled with indecision and I made it for her. It is quite simple really. Sex would be an inconvience at worst. Death would lead to a lot of trouble that I didn’t want to handle at the moment.

I wrapped my arms around her thick legs and pushed my jousting stick into her valley. I didn’t feel the need to give her an adjustment period. She is incredibly tight, not like the regular virgin tight, but the tight that felt like I wouldn’t even get all of me inside.

Like her entrances weren't big enough for me to enter to begin with. Did it stop me from trying, of course not. I pushed and even reached down to assist.

I watched her face scrunch up and felt her legs tighten under my grip. I could feel a corded muscle just behind her knees where my hands grip. I am sure if I moved down to a vein, I would feel her blood rushing.

Instead of trying to push it all in one go, I rub in and out. Reaching deeper with every small stroke. You could almost say our hips never lost contact. Maybe, this position wasn’t the smartest. I think it could have been making her even more tighter than if I spread her out.

Making a snap decision at the begin of a heavy storm, I push her legs back against the side of her chest. Watching myself retreat as her entrances angled a bit higher than I was on the flats of my feet.

I pushed her back in bed and climbed in, turning her body so I could lean on the tips of my toes. Resting on my hands which were digging into the back of her thighs I got into an elevated push-up position..

I began thrusting my hips downward and instantly felt a difference. Though I was bending upon trying to dive in as deep as I could. I was at least making progress. Even if her claws were digging into my chest as she tried to push back against me.

Her pale skin brightened with the heat of embarrassment and probably pain. For her lips were curling in a way that said this might not have been the most pleasant experience.

I took myself as a gentleman in some cases. So I slowed down my pace, allowing her body to adjust. I moved my grip to the bed beside her and her legs instantly shot forward. However, they rested in half kneeling format rather than wrapping around me like someone would experience.

“You know, to be honest, this hurts me more than it hurts you. My gentlemanly pride at hurting a softie like you is taking a huge hit.” I tried my best to hold back the smile on my face as I jest.

But it was clear to even her that I was making fun at her expense. Her head turned to the side as my body performed a modified snake version of pushup. Instead of my whole body going down, only my hips dropped. If my former sword instructor saw this, he would blow his top.

***

I tapped my chin while walking towards the Auction house. I had heard this wasn’t like any of the previous I been to. It was more barbaric but it was owned by the Academy. Just looking at it from meters away, I could already tell it was big enough to host an arena.

The moment I stepped through the door, a clerk walked towards me with a warm greeting smile that didn’t exist in his haughty eyes.

“My lord, this way to your seat.” he bowed and gestured with an outstretched knife hand.

I allowed him to guide me to a private booth, People dressed more ostentatiously than me stopped and stared as we passed them by. From the angle of their bodies, it was clear to tell they were heading out towards the great hall. To sit with the mass, well the masses who could afford to spend tons of resources on top of having the strength to fight in an alternative realm against other betters.

We arrived and the Clerk bowed and opened the door. I stepped in to see the crown prince resting on a long couch, his foot resting on his knee.

This time without his two minions.

He smiled at me and gestured to the chair beside him.

“I have been looking forward to a conversation with you.” he picked up a chalice, swirling it slightly before taking a drink.

I sat down and studied the catalog before turning my attention to the Prince.

“I have been thinking and after witnessing your shocking display of martial talent. I would find it wasteful to expect you to just make pills for my troops.” he put down the chalice and reached into his coat to bring out a badge I was quite familiar with.

The badge that signifies the status of General. With this, one could achieve the merits to rise in stature in any kingdom but ours. You could expect a General to be at the height of a Duke but here, while they had the power and authority of a Duke. They were merely Viscounts of the First rank. A difference but not by much.

“I modified it after an Angel that we had sculpted in my family galley. I figured someone who has an angel familiar would be fine with such a representation.” He fingered the wings before tossing the golden badge to me.

As he said, it is shaped as a shield with an angel on the cover, it’s wingtips poked out the sides. The badge would give me much authority and one of the biggest would be to expand my private army into an official legion.

“I will be going on a mission trip in a couple weeks. Gather fifty men in preparation to assist me.” After saying this, he spoke no more.

The Crown Prince turned to the floating cube that displayed the contestants fighting for their prizes.

We waited for our items to appear while watching people compete in various challenges to gain their item.

When my piece of spatial ore appeared, I placed my bid and was quite surprised when another Prince also did the same. You might be surprised but the Crown Prince is a Fourth year student. This Prince was probably one of the seven sons. How did I know he was a Prince? Even Marquess offsprings were resting in seats below the private boxes.

“All those who have bid, please place your hands on the Illusion Orbs to begin the contest.” the auctioneer's voice rang out.