Chapter 223: Twenty-fifth Episode: Chapter 3-1 (1/2)
Chapter 223: Twenty-fifth Episode: Chapter 3-1
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After a long wait, on the 7th day of the 6th month, the Titan Imperial Guards Southern Army Group and Narcissus Knights Offensive Army Group One which entered the Kingdom of Slovenia finally returned a battle communique to the person in charge of Lighthouse Strategy, O'Neil Andrew Morisette, which read ”Mission accomplished. The entire army has entered designated position.”
At that moment, the imperial prince held a victory reception in Palmaria, the capital of Bodega Province. Although he had not yet received any news about his Red Tigers, Titan had already controlled most of Slovenia's territory. Hence, it was only a matter of time until the Red Tigers gain victory. Oscar was reassured about this.
On the 7th day of the 6th month, the spokesperson for the Roman Holy See Bishops also appeared in Palmaria. O'Neil Andrew Morisette personally went out of town to receive him. Even though the citizens of Palmaria knew about the arrival of a national hero in the city, all of them had never seen Oscar. When the bishop of the Roman Holy See entered the mountain city in an open-top carriage, the whole city burst into a delight to welcome them.
Pious Titans knelt on the ground as they chanted verses aloud, most of them sang praises for O'Neil Andrew Morisette. The people described His Highness the Prince as Titan's saint, the patron saint of the empire.
Why did the city residents believe His Highness the Prince was such a sacred being? No one really knew the answer. Some people mentioned it was because the Pope His Grand Eminence conferred the title personally, while some argued that the God of Light had delivered the message through the dreams of a devout priest. Anyway, Oscar knew very well that those sayings that came out of the mouth of the citizens were rumors spread by Marquis Glenn Alpré and his own staffs from the Southern Military Intelligence Sub-bureau.
The enthusiasm of the people of Palmaria followed the troop which carried the bishop of the Holy See and Prince O'Neil all the way to the town hall. The two important men could still hear ringing in their ears as they sat down to negotiate.
The person in charge of Bodega government affairs office in Bodega led the Bishop and Prince of the Empire into a secret chamber in the town hall. Only until now that the noises sounded softer. O'Neil Andrew Morisette did not beat around the bush and introduced the main topic of a private talk by asking only one question.
”Slovenia's gold, believers, and taxes. Everything will belong to the Holy See! If the Pope His Grand Eminence is not afraid of trouble, he can even appoint a lord bishop to manage the country directly, establishing a whole new state under the power of Holy See. What will be my share when that happens?”
Bishop Liluela was excited at the tempting conditions offered by the Prince of Titan, leader of Andrew. Even the newly appointed Pope His Grand Eminence of Faran descendant would not reject these offers! To establish a whole new state under the power of the Holy See had always been the dream of the entire Roman Holy See ruling collectives as they were limited by the absolute monarchy of Westland. This dream had always been a dream, without even the slightest possibility of realization, but now...
”I wish to inquire, what kind of things would Your Highness want?”
The wise O'Neil Andrew Morisette did not answer the Bishop's question. He would not reveal his intention so quickly and conveniently. He had offered such seemingly impossible deals to the Holy See because he hoped the other party would sacrifice even more for him. Perhaps the current Pope His Grand Eminence would propose more alluring suggestions.
The private talk was soon over since both parties had not reach any verbal agreement. Oscar accompanied Bishop Liluela to visit Tirana XI His Majesty of the Kingdom of Slovenia, who was currently put under arrest. The king was still himself, wild and uninhibited of his behavior. Even being imprisoned, he could not live without wine and women.
However, Tirana XI did not forget everything that the enemy had brought upon him. He suffered from nightmares every night. Only thoughts of revenge filled his mind! Although he knew that he would never get to fight back at the enemy who shamed and humiliated his country, that did not stop him from ridiculing and mocking his rivals, just like how he had done to O'Neil Andrew Morisette during their first meeting. He criticized the initiator of the invasion war with harsh comments, and his attack condemned the other party to shattered pieces. He believed that at least for a moment, O'Neil Andrew Morisette had been so enraged that he wanted to hang himself. However, Tirana XI had nothing more to lose.
Oscar would tremble with rage at the thought of this. It was not a wise decision to visit the high-grade prisoner with Bishop Liluela. The King of Slovenia also reproached the Roman Holy See. He mentioned that the Pope His Grand Eminence was the biggest hypocrite in the world and that the bishops of Holy See were all money-seekers who had eyes for only wealth but not justice.
Bishop Liluela and Prince of Titan left the prison with their faces blushed red with anger and embarrassment. They agreed on one thing in the carriage; both felt that there should not be such an absurd monarch in the world of religion.
”Rest assured, Your Highness! I will urge His Eminence to personally preside over the trial. The King of Slovenia will certainly become a historical term like you demanded.”
Oscar only smiled at the response. To him, the King of Slovenia had already long been a historical term. In Palmaria, people described the imprisoned king as a pagan bastard. In order to hang this king who protected the pagans, the locals even organized two or three large-scale demonstrations. However, the local military had done well in keeping them under control. Therefore, there had not been any major disturbances so far.
On the 9th day of the 6th month, when the Prince of Titan woke up at the temporary residence of the nobles, he felt something strange beside him, ”Sasha, have you gotten bigger?”
Oscar rubbed both of his wife's breasts slowly while pondering the possibility. When the two pink nipples swelled to the size of two grapes, the woman turned around impatiently.
”Do you really not want to sleep in? I have traveled through the night!”
”A...Aeolia?” O'Neil Andrew Morisette held the woman's face in disbelief. He was both shocked and surprised. ”My dear God of Light! What's going on? Nobody told me you're coming! Is it Figg's order? What is he planning again?”
Aeolia grinned as she looked at the man in front of her. Her fingers carefully caressed the man's face over and over again as if she had been separated from the man for a lifetime. To be fair, it had been a really long time! It had been so long that Aeolia already forgot the man's scent and the…
”Oh!” The source of joy which came with a slight pain that made one go mad.
As Oscar carefully controlled the woman under him, he was imagining the rationality of Sasha turning into Aeolia, but his thinking was quickly dismissed by the woman's warm response. Physical intercourse was better than any verbal communication. The fusion of sweat and bodily fluids was superior to any form of spiritual contact. The man caressed the memory of the woman's body with his palms and lips, while the woman received and danced shyly in accordance to the affection with her burning desire.
When the sun moved slowly down to the middle of the sky, Oscar and his distressed lover tangled themselves in the pool of sticky bodily fluids. Embarrassed, Aeolia cleaned up after the man's weapon with a handkerchief. Four times of climax was too shocking for the delicate mind and body of Lady Wimmester!
”You performed some new tricks...” Aya tugged the man's chest hair as if that was the culprit who bullied her.
Oscar frowned, then he turned over and pressed the woman down by pinning at her hands. ”What's wrong? Are you not satisfied?”
Aeolia laughed while making an extremely bashful look again. Her face was red like a ripe pomegranate. ”Not again...not again! Please!”
”Ola!” Oscar rolled back to his side of the bed. The expression on his face resembled when he won the battle of Saijo Mountain.
”Oh yeah! Where did Sasha E go?” the young Prince suddenly remembered his wife. How ridiculous! He completely forgot that the God had swapped the person sleeping in his bed!
Aeolia rocked back and forth in laughter, ”If Sasha knows that you only thought of her now, I believe the mistress will surely punish you!”
Oscar planted a kiss on the woman's forehead as if pleading, ”Come on, tell me, what is this all about?”