Chapter 33 Evil Assembly
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
In a room in the ‘Prison (Dite),’ Princess Lucia was sitting on a chair.
It was a room like an interrogation room with a simple desk and chair. There was a small potted plant in the corner of the room, but other than that, it was a quiet and oppressive stone room.
Lucia spent her time silently in the cell, where the world of the prison was engulfed in a silence so deep that the sound of her own heartbeat could be heard in her ears. The specter of the wardens would come for their rounds periodically, but the rest of the world seemed frozen as if lost in a painting.
That day, she was simply waiting for time to pass… but the warden pulled Lucia’s chain and brought her to the room she was in now. No reason was given, but being brought to a different room and, most of all, having her handcuffs removed, was a first.
However, there was no way to view it optimistically. Lucia at Babellion had learned that when something different happens, it is not a good sign but a prelude to something bad.
She was nervous about what would happen or what would be done to her.
As the prison guard left, the only door in the room made a loud noise as it closed. Lucia instinctively crouched down, but as soon as she saw the figure entering through the door, she stood up as if rolling.
”Al?! Are you alright?”
And she hugged him tightly. But in the next moment, Alfred shook his head as Lucia examined him, checking for any signs of being hit or looking at his skin, as if inspecting merchandise.
”No, Aneue. I have been taken care of very well. Please rest assured that I have not been harmed.”
It was a touching reunion. It was a meeting with Crown Prince Alfred, which Lucia had won through a trial.
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The time goes back to the morning of the same day.
With the decision for the Emperor to come to Babellion, the chaos immediately after the transport has reached its climax. The civil servants, including the strategic department directly under Felshiol, are extremely busy.
However, when it comes to the Emperor’s movement, it is a big task for the empire. Naturally, it’s not like they can just hop on a plane or a train and casually appear.
However, unnecessary processes will likely be skipped due to the intimidation. In other words, what Charles is trying to say is that the encounter with the Emperor is imminent.
On a different note, in the mechanism of the human brain during sleep, exposure to sunlight is said to stimulate the secretion and suppression of hormones, causing awakening.
Therefore, if one does not receive sunlight, for example, if they were living in a world without any light, the hormonal mechanism for waking up in the human brain would not function, and as a result, they would continue to sleep indefinitely.
Why does Charles have such knowledge floating in his mind? Well, it’s because the 100th floor of Babellion is the eternal night floor, where the concept of sunlight doesn’t exist. This is to maximize Esmeralda’s abilities, but there is not even moonlight as it is a new moon.
However, the 100th floor is like Babellion’s Kasumigaseki (district in Chiyoda Ward). Various government buildings are lined up, so there is some light, but not receiving sunlight seems to affect the body. In other words, what Charles is trying to say is that he can’t wake up unless he is awakened.
”My lord, it’s time to wake up.”
And once again, with Satsuki’s voice as a signal, Charles opened his eyes in the world of deep purple. As his consciousness awakened, his brain sensed the enchanting scent, like a flower garden, spreading through his nostrils. He had buried his face in Reshia’s hair and had been sleeping with her as a body pillow. Seshia was also behind him, in a state of being sandwiched by her soft limbs.
Last night’s partners were Reshia and Seshia. Satsuki’s innocent gestures and clumsy service sparked excitement, a desire to color her in his own way. However, it was also good to surrender himself to Reshia and Seshia’s skillful service. Just the memory of that sweet night’s intimacy makes him harder than his morning physiological response.
Charles has set his waking time for nine o’clock. This is a remnant from his days as Haruto. Haruto used to engage in six hours of sleep until three in the morning, focusing on APOCALYPSE SAGA. Now, Charles engages in s*xual activities until three in the morning. However, he doesn’t substitute a midday nap with midday s*x.
”Did anything happen… during sleep?”
”No, there were no issues.”
”Alright then.”
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Charles sat up and let out a big yawn. Then, Satsuki wiped his face with a warm towel she was holding.
”Please provide today’s schedule.”
Charles asked Satsuki, who was becoming more like a secretary than a bodyguard.
”Yes. In the morning, we will finalize various matters and complete the necessary paperwork. In the afternoon, we have a visit to ‘Prison (Dite)’ and a meeting with Azuriela. After that, we will have a final confirmation of the Empire’s demands from Felshiol-dono. That is the plan for today.”
Charles pondered Satsuki’s words.
”Then wait for about fifteen minutes. First, calm down from the morning rush.”
With that, Charles signaled by tapping Reshia’s buttocks. Reshia turned over and spread her legs wide, with Seshia lying on top of her, presenting her rear.
The two honey pots, lined up as if inviting them to taste, were throbbing as if yearning to relive the pleasure of last night. They were holes that didn’t require caressing, but existed solely to please their master.
Charles lightly stirred Reshia’s v**inal opening with two fingers to check on her condition. Then, gripping his member, he positioned the glans at her v**inal opening and, in one breath, inserted it, pounding her buttocks vigorously. While violating Reshia below, he fondled Seshia’s breasts above, truly indulging in the act of a king.
It was not so much an act of passion as it was a s*xual release, simply to calm the morning’s arousal. However, as they listened to each other’s moans, a greater desire welled up within them, and they ended up having three rounds in the end, but that is another story.
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And then, in the afternoon of that day,
Having finished lunch, Charles visited the “Prison (Dite)” as part of his scheduled meeting with Azuriela.
Although there was a happening in the morning where they engaged in s*x upon waking up, afterwards Charles had been busy with office work at his desk. Therefore, he was happy to move his body, especially if it involved inspecting the “Prison (Dite).” While he behaved confidently as a ruler, deep down, he was as excited as an elementary school student on a field trip or a social studies excursion.
What immediately spread out after being transferred was a vast prison. The essence of ‘Prison (Dite)’ is a great labyrinth, a huge underground space that confuses intruders and blocks their way.
”I have been waiting for you”
Charles, who had been captivated by the spectacular sight, was brought back to consciousness by the sight of a strange creature kneeling before his eyes. The hideous-looking monster is a prison guard directly under Azuriela.
”I have been asked to be your guide, and I am Draguignazzao.”
Prison guard Draguignazzao bowed deeply… but it was Satsuki, not Charles, who answered his words.
”Hey!”
Satsuki, her hair standing on end, approaches Draguignazzao.
”Now that the Lord have appeared, where is Azuriela? Azuriela herself should be waiting here, not the prison guards!!”
”I-I’m sorry. Azuriela-sama…was here a while ago, but S-she’s not fit enough to have an audience with His Majesty, so she decided to take a bath…”
”T-taking a bath!? Don’t play around, she should have finished that before his lordship arrived.”
”Hahaha, you are absolutely right. In fact, Azuriela-sama has been waiting here since five in the morning, and she has been going back and forth to the bath nervously… This is already the 48th time.”
”48th time!?”
Satsuki, with her mouth wide open in disbelief, and Draguignazzao, bowing so low that the floor seems to dent.
As the creator, Charles can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy seeing the foolish but adorable actions of his subordinate, but as the ruler, he must scold them. However, it’s not directed at Draguignazzao.
”It’s fine. For now, lead me to the room.”
”Y-yes.”
And so, Draguignazzao led them to a room with luxurious chairs. As Charles, he would have liked to explore the floor a bit more, but of course, he wasn’t made to walk for long. It took less than a minute to walk from the teleportation spot to the room.
”And then he sat on the chair and waited for a few minutes.
”Saint-samaaa!!”
Right after Charles thought he heard such a loud voice and a roaring sound like when a bullet train passes by, coming from the other side of the door.
”My beloved Saint-sama!!”
With a bang, the door was forcefully opened, and finally Azuriela appeared. Whether it was from rushing here or from taking a bath, her skin looked flushed.
”You!”
”You’re noisy. I’m not talking to you, so step back.”
Azuriela barked, silencing Satsuki, and kneeled before Charles.
”Saint-sama, I’m truly sorry for being late. Have you come to dislike me?”
Seeing her with teary eyes pleading for forgiveness made Charles feel sorry for her. Unlike calculated actions, Azuriela only conveyed pure affection, making Charles sigh deeply.
”…I don’t dislike you, but I can’t just overlook it without doing anything.”
However, there are times when scolding is necessary.
”You knew I was coming, yet you still made me wait. That is your mistake.”
He directed a cold gaze as much as possible. Azuriela had indeed done something wrong.
”Yes…”
”But you have fulfilled an important role since the other day. With your merits, I will overlook your mistake.”
If Felshiol were here, he might scold him for being soft. Satsuki must also be making that face behind him… or so he thought.
”Saint-sama, I have committed a sin.”
Suddenly, Azuriela spoke up.
”That’s why… as your subordinate, I can’t forgive myself for taking advantage of your kindness. That’s why…”
As if she were a maiden in love, her cheeks were flushed and her gaze flickered away.
”I thought… maybe I want Saint-sama to spank me and discipline me…”
At Azuriela’s words, Satsuki couldn’t hold back any longer and barked.
”Hey, you there! Don’t get too cocky, kid. What kind of attitude have you been showing towards the Lord? Show some respect.”
Satsuki moves closer to Azuriela, putting her hand on her Tachi (long sword), ready to confront her.
”Huh? It’s precisely because I show respect that I’m thinking to be punished.”
But Azuriela doesn’t back down, instead she stares back at Satsuki.
”Saint-sama is my creator, like a father figure to me, you know. It’s not strange to spank and scold a misbehaving child. Or do you think there’s a different meaning to spanking?”
”What the…!?”
Satsuki stumbles back from Azuriela’s counter punch. But after a few seconds of fish-like mouth movements, she quickly raises her reddened face and sharpens her gaze.
However, Azuriela presses on with her attack.
”So, this was an offer to discipline myself… Could it be that you consider getting spanked as a reward?”
”You insolent brat.”
”Judging by your reaction, I hit the mark, huh? Oh well… it’s kind of kinky.”
In the battle of words, it’s clear that Satsuki, who relies on brute force, won’t be able to defeat Azuriela. However, Charles decides to speak up again, as leaving them alone would only lead to chaos.
”But let’s not take this too far.”
With a sharp gaze, Satsuki and Azuriela face each other, and Charles lets out a deep sigh from within.
”So, Azuriela. Is the princess doing well?”
He forcefully changes the topic, cutting off the tension.
Charles visited the ‘Prison (Dite)’ to discuss the plan of corrupting the princess with Azuriela. At the same time, he had the opportunity to observe the meeting between the princess and the crown prince. However, it goes without saying that he doesn’t easily have access to such high-ranking individuals in Babellion.
In a recent trial at the arena, Charles had become very intrigued by Princess Lucia. It’s a classic trope in another world to pursue a princess knight, and his sadistic desires were awakened by the sight of the beautiful and noble Princess Lucia.
”She’s fine. But, she’s feeling a bit down though.”
Azuriela responded without being particularly bothered by Charles’ change of topic.
”I haven’t done anything serious yet. Princess-chan is still Princess-chan, you know.”
Azuriela paused for a moment and then smiled slyly, saying,
”Do you like Princess-chan?”
Charles, wearing an evil grin, nodded in agreement.
”Ah, yes. I do want to break that pride of hers. That’s why I wanted to hear your opinion.”
”Hmm, well…”
Azuriela pondered, placing her hand on her chin.
”Using the little brother would be the quickest. You’d torture and kill him slowly in front of her. Then you’d dismember and burn him in front of her, and force her to eat the meat. Her mind would easily break.”
This was quite a heavy content. It’s true that by following Azuriela’s suggestion, it would be easy to break the princess, but Charles doesn’t want to break her.
”But… Saint-sama doesn’t want to break her, but to corrupt her, right?”
Azuriela seemed to understand that as well, and while tilting her head, she said,
”In that case, there is a simple method of brainwashing.”
Azuriela said, holding up her finger.
”Human beings have three basic desires. Amateurs tend to think that hunger is the most painful, but in reality, the most mentally taxing is the desire for sleep.”
Charles certainly agreed with Azuriela’s words. Being hungry is certainly painful. When hunger exceeds a certain point, the stomach starts to ache… However, it is a fact that one can surprisingly endure it.
But when it comes to the desire for sleep, it changes. It’s a difficult task to endure once you become sleepy, and the mental anguish might indeed be greater than hunger.
”Even though she’s sleepy, she can’t sleep. Even though she’s hungry, she can’t eat. It’s in pushing her to such extremes that we continue to extol the greatness of Saint-sama. And when that greatness is praised in words, that’s when we give the food. Then, faith quickly takes root, right?”
Then, Azuriela raises a second finger.
”Next is another thing… it’s about destroying dignity, right?”
Oh, Charles exclaims.
”In essence, it’s about not allowing her to use the toilet. Or rather, should I say not allowing her to use the ‘toilet’ on the spot, like letting her urinate or defecate like livestock, it completely shatters her pride and such .”
”That… would be extremely effective, wouldn’t it?”
”Right? princess-chan is still a member of the royal family for now.”
Azuriela’s words felt a little unsettling, but the intended meaning was immediately clear.
”Is she still holding onto such worthless pride?”
”As Saint-sama said, Princess-chan still has the pillar of being a member of the royal family in her heart. So… I want to first degrade Princess-chan to just being livestock, you know?”
Ah, Charles inwardly exclaimed with admiration. It was because he became convinced that what he wanted to see and what Azuriela wanted to see were exactly the same.
”What is currently keeping Princess-chan tied to her role as a princess is the existence of her younger brother… The excuse of doing it for her younger brother is at the root of her pride. So if we just break that, I think she will quickly fall.”
”Then we must make the Crown Prince abandon his position through his own choice. And we must do it in a way that makes him realize his own despicableness.”
”It’s also an option to make her feel despair by saying, ‘You couldn’t protect him,’ right?”
So, Charles nodded his head in agreement and pondered. The ingredients that Charles had to cook with were the Crown Prince Alfred, the side-knight Elaine, and the empire itself.
As Azuriela had mentioned, one option is to inflict pain and force a choice in order to escape. The meal would push the limits of non-lethal consumption, with no sleep whatsoever. It would degrade the dignity of not only the royal family but also her humanity, with excrement being allowed to flow freely, all while the prison guards delivered a mental onslaught.
Speaking of the prison guards under the “torturer” Azuriela’s command at the Prison (Dite), there was the “The Sipper of Torments (Maleblanche)”, a demon capable of torture, brainwashing, training, and humiliation, among other things. Breaking the spirit of a young girl in her twenties would be no challenge for them.
But that is not the humiliation that Charles and Azuriela desire, and for now, they want to finish the cooking before the imminent audience with the emperor.
”…Yes, I just had a great idea.”
Charles, staring at the board and pieces as if contemplating a move in shogi, suddenly had a thought. It may not be the best move, but it was something Charles wanted to see, a scene he wanted to witness.
However, it was still in the plotting stage. As he mentioned making it even better, Azuriela smirked and said,
”As expected of my beloved Saint-sama♡.”
With an evil grin that would make even a super villain from a comic tremble.
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