Volume 4 Chapter 60 Almost Entirely My Fault ♥
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”You killed Asterios and ate him!?” Guria’s voice was a sharp mix of shock and accusation, her body leaning forward on the plush leather sofa.
Her legs, bare beneath the white miniskirt of her Lightning Knights armor, stretched out, the curves of her hips starkly visible through her black underwear. Kian’s eyes lingered for a moment, caught by her beauty, but her grief snapped him back to reality. He shook his head, forcing focus.
”Exactly. I swear, I had no idea that white bull was Crete’s sacred beast. I can’t spill the details, but I sold its immortal heart for 2,500 gold coins to whoever wanted it.”
Guria’s brown eyes narrowed, her gold-brown ponytail swaying as she leaned closer. “The heart? It’s still regenerating, right?”
”Sorry,” Kian said, his tone heavy. “That’s under client confidentiality, so I can’t say. The moment I realized the bull was Asterios, I sent word to the buyer to return it, but it’s been over a week with no reply.”
”A week…” Guria murmured, her fingers tightening on the sofa’s armrest. “So it’s not Azrael or Castilia?”
”Nope. But I can’t say more.”
”Because it’d spark an international incident?” she pressed, her voice low. “I won’t tell anyone.”
”No, it’s about my duty as a commissioned adventurer,” Kian said, his voice firm but apologetic. “I operate on trust. If I blab, it doesn’t just tank my rep—it hurts every adventurer’s credibility. Even high rollers like Class One tycoons spill client secrets too fast. Sorry, I’m rambling.”
”No, you’re a big shot, Kian,” Guria said, leaning back, her posture relaxing slightly. “But I get it. That’s why the chains stopped working.”
She tilted her head, her ribbon-tied ponytail bouncing. “Circe said it was because the chains were too old, but if Asterios’s stuff changed, they wouldn’t do squat anyway.”
”The chains were fake to begin with,” Kian admitted, his voice low.
Guria’s eyes widened. “—! You actually accepted the summons? That’s bold. If Circe finds out, she’ll rip your soul out.”
”I’m pretty confident in my acting and lying,” Kian said with a wry grin.
Guria’s response was a cool, “Looks like it.”
”Don’t let Circe know I’m posing as Asterios,” Kian warned. “Or I’m dead.”
”I get how terrifying a long-lived witch’s power can be,” Guria said, her tone serious.
Kian nodded, his mind flashing to the memory of Circe obliterating a massive sea serpent with a single spell. Even Ariona, with her infinite regeneration, couldn’t lose to a swordsman in close combat—but against a mage like Circe, it was different. One blast could reduce Kian to ash, no matter his revival spells.
”Doesn’t the nation control those mages?” Guria asked, her brow furrowing.
”I took them over from the Western Church,” Kian said. “Long story, but she—the ‘Thorn Mage’—can’t survive without me. So she can’t kill me or ignore me to do bad stuff. Well, she’s not… She’s got a gentle heart, really.”
”‘Thorn Mage’?” Guria tilted her head. “Never heard of her. Related to the Thorn Demon?”
”Yeah,” Kian said. “Demons regenerate cyclically. Eighty years ago, before her last cycle, I beat her solo. During her rebirth, she absorbed a ton of demonic essence, mutating her body and magic. You’d feel her unique aura if you met her.”
”With that rose familiar, your combat power’s insane,” Guria said, her eyes gleaming.
”Not my familiar,” Kian corrected. “She’s the familiar of an alchemist who follows me—Lady Camilla.”
”Not Lady Ariona?”
”Nope, someone else. Camilla.”
”Hmm, got it…” Guria blinked, processing.
”But now I see,” she continued. “The sea serpent’s gone, the Sea of No Return vanished, and corpses are washing up on the Western Church’s lands. Without General Asterios to share his thunderous power, I can’t share it either. This is all your fault, Kian.”
”Sorry,” Kian said, bowing his head.
”As an apology, I’ll help you set up barriers, fend off enemies, whatever I can do,” he offered.
”I’m impressed you didn’t run,” Guria said, her voice softening. “You’ll keep helping, right?”
”At least until we drive off Azrael,” Kian said. “We need to make money on this island. But if you tell Circe and the others, we’ll have no choice but to flee to the Western Church or Malc’s territory.”
”No way!” Guria leaned forward, her hands slamming the table, her bell-shaped chest jiggling distractingly. “Don’t go anywhere! Stay on Crete. You don’t hate this island, do you?”
”Nah, it’s great,” Kian said, grinning. “Warm all year, killer food.”
And the girls are all gorgeous and healthy—he swallowed that part. Amora and Eugenia were rare beauties on the frontier, but the Lightning Knights were just as stunning. Crete’s women, especially the Knights, weren’t just pretty—they had bodies that screamed vitality, like they could bear strong kids. Eugenia, despite her loli vibe, had killer hips under her clothes. They needed protecting. And Kian had to take down Mansur, who’d claimed fifty lives. Azrael was probably screaming for Mansur to tear him apart too.
”Hey, Kian,” Guria said, her tone apologetic. “Sorry to pile on after your screw-up, but could you ask Izelland’s head mage for reinforcements? That’s you guys’ top mage, right?”
”Sarah’s off with Her Highness Maribel, running around the frontier,” Kian said. “Izelland Fortress has been dealing with assassination chaos since last August.”
”Oh… I heard the former head mage died too,” Guria said.
”Miss Lucrezia wasn’t killed,” Kian corrected. “She stuck her face in water tainted by a manticore’s venom and got badly hurt. She’s back home now, recovering body and soul.”
He continued, “You probably know, but it’s all because Her Highness keeps taxing the nation. Assassinations are ramping up. Last year, we got word a powerful assassin team was hired. They’re dodging hits across the country now. I don’t know their order of visits. They’ve likely set out, but Sarah and Her Highness can’t be caught.”
”Got it,” Guria said, her voice heavy. “So no reinforcements.”
”Acting head mage Linka Tsai is my lead mage too,” Kian said. “But with the assassination threats, I can’t move her or Natra Nakash.”
”Linka Tsai? You mean Hanami Tsai and Ryoma Tsai’s kid?” Guria asked.
”Their daughter,” Kian confirmed. “Last year, she rebelled against Jibril and was nearly executed. I saved her and recruited her. Her power helped us beat the Thorn Demon.”
”And Natra Nakash is…”
”Sarah’s sister,” Kian said. “I think Armesa and Natra are pretty famous here too.”
”Yeah,” Guria nodded. “I heard they’re amazing prodigies. Famous at Malc Academy. They’re about my age, right?”
”Maybe,” Kian said. “I don’t know Natra’s birthday, but she’s around seventeen or eighteen.”
”How is she?”
”One of my sword-dance teachers,” Kian said. “Young but reliable. Used to be all gloomy, but she’s been smiling more lately.”
”We’re getting off track,” Kian said, steering back. “I’ll write to Linka myself, but don’t hold your breath. Iceland’s practically empty. Lord Louis won’t move troops. You’re better off banking on Chatillon’s reinforcements.”
”Even if you write now, they’ve probably already decided…” Guria mused. “Our envoy should’ve reached them by now.”
”Oh, so they left Water Island early on the 6th?” Kian asked.
Guria nodded. “Yeah, I heard that. The envoy to Chatillon should’ve arrived. I think they got teleport clearance and are flying to Izelland tonight. Medea said they’d reach both places in two days.”
”Whether it’s Izelland or not, if talks with Chatillon fail, I’ll step in,” Kian said. “Lord Guy’s a friend.”
”Asterios said he’d negotiate if talks failed, and he meant it,” Guria said.
”I’m serious too,” Kian said. “Homolka Cardinal’s a friend in the Western Church, so if Lord Scipio fails, I’ll try negotiating.”
”My brother’s fine,” Guria said. “The others are great too, so… we’ll figure it out.”
”Good,” Kian said.
Naked on the sofa, Kian dropped to his knees before Guria. “I’m so sorry for everything. My crew did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault for not doing the research.”
”If you help me in Asterios’s place, I’ll do anything,” Guria said.
”I don’t know how to take responsibility for letting you use the Scepter of Domination,” Kian said. “I should’ve stopped you, since I killed Asterios, making it pointless.”
”But if I’d done that, you and your crew might’ve been wanted, right?” Guria said. “It’s fine, don’t worry.”
”But now you’re obsessed with loving bulls,” Kian said, his voice heavy.
”You’ll take responsibility, right?” Guria teased, her eyes glinting.
”I guess I’ll marry you, since I’m Asterios,” Kian said, half-joking.
”No way!” Guria laughed, her smile bittersweet. “Honestly, I’m kinda glad you’re Asterios, Kian.”
She leaned back, her expression softening. “Rationally, it’s weird to give my heart to Asterios, that crude monster. I hate how he insulted the elder brothers, and I hate that I agreed with them. I’m scared my values are changing.”
”I get that,” Kian said, nodding. “But Asterios is me!”
”Mm, yeah,” Guria said, her smile widening. “I’m so glad I fell for you through some divine trick! If Asterios is you, I can accept loving you. No more going crazy in a pit of contradictions!”
”You sure you want me?” Kian asked, his voice hesitant.
”Have you ever looked at my status, skills, or looks objectively?” Guria said, her tone playful but sharp. “If you’re objective about everything, people get annoyed.”
”No, I mean my heart,” Kian said. “I’m a perv, a liar, and I spend all my free time swinging a sword. Politely put, I’m not a great guy.”
”So, how many lovers are hoping to join your harem someday?” Guria asked, smirking.
”…Seven or eight?” Kian mumbled.
”Whether a guy’s good depends on each woman’s values,” Guria said. “But if that many women think you’re hot, you must be, right?”
”…” Kian was speechless.
”Whatever, it’s better than being Asterios’s puppet,” Guria said, standing with a radiant smile. “That’s basically all I wanted to ask! Anything to add, Kian?”
”After marrying Asterios, I refused to get involved in national politics,” Kian said.
”You mean after reading his memories?” Guria asked. “I’m not qualified for politics either. Like Asterios, I’d be treated as a doll who gave her heart to him.”
”Sorry,” Kian said.
”Don’t worry,” Guria said, her voice bright. “We can teach you a new way to deal with Asterios! If life gets tough, I’ll fly to Dacia with you!”
She paused, her face turning serious. “But don’t insult the elder brothers again. If you do, I can’t magically hate you, but… you’ll hate me!”
”I get it,” Kian said. “Talking smack about Lord Scipio and Miss Circe hurts me too. I’m a gentleman. If I can be one as Asterios, I’ll do it.”
He stood, shaking her hand. Guria’s confident smile returned in full force. “Hey, wanna hit the bath? You smell all sticky. I wanna visit that big bathhouse again!”
”As many times as you want,” Kian said, grabbing his tattered clothes and pointing down the hall.
* * *
The bathhouse was a steamy haven, the sound of hot water cascading from bamboo pipes mingling with the faint rustle of leaves outside. Kian and Guria scrubbed each other’s bodies, soap slicking their skin as they pressed close, their movements a mix of playful and intimate. At Guria’s request, Kian partially transformed into Asterios’s form, his body shifting just enough to spark her excitement. Their lips met, kisses deep and messy, their bodies coated in mud and soap bubbles as they rubbed against each other.
After rinsing, they washed each other’s hair, creating more frothy bubbles to smear across their skin. Hot water poured nearby, and Guria wrapped her arms around Kian from behind, her gold-brown hair tied up in a white ribbon bun. Her soap-slicked body pressed against his, her lips brushing his cheek, nipping his earlobe, her tongue teasing his skin. Her excited breaths tickled his ear, sending shivers through him, his body trembling like he might lose control.
”Don’t finish yet,” she whispered, her voice teasing.
”Ugh,” Kian groaned, his breath ragged.
Her fingers tightened around the base of his erect p*, halting him. “Let’s hold off together, okay?”
”Ahh…” he gasped, his face flushing.
”Hehe, you’re so cute,” Guria said, giggling. “Your face is all red.”
”You’re the one calling me cute,” Kian shot back. “I’m a man, ten years older than you!”
”So what?” Guria said, her tone playful. “I said I like older guys. Even ones way older than you, like forties or fifties. Guys my age don’t do it for me.”
”You’re weird,” Kian said, half-laughing.
”Isn’t it great that everyone’s different?” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Right? I came so much, but it’s not bad. Were you faking last time? Naughty old man.”
”Ugh… sorry,” Kian mumbled.
”Your balls are all swollen and red,” Guria teased, her fingers gliding along the dark shaft of Kian’s p*, pinching the tip with her index and middle fingers. Clear fluid leaked from the head, and as her soap-slicked fingers rubbed against it, Kian’s chin tilted back instinctively. She planted two quick kisses on his cheek, her soft chuckle tickling his ear as she leaned in, her voice dripping with playful mockery. “Hehe… Ha♡ I’m making you smell all naughty. That’s not right.”
”Stop… stop rubbing it,” Kian groaned, his voice strained.
”Nope,” Guria said, her tone firm but teasing. “Kian messed with Crete. He deserves a little punishment.”
”Ahh,” Kian gasped, his hips twitching.
Slap, slap, slap!
Slap, slap, slap!
White liquid spurted out, the release sudden and intense. Halfway through, Guria gripped him tightly, making his hips jerk forward. Her eyes widened, a delighted gasp escaping her lips. “That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and mischief. “Such raw masculinity! I’m still not done after that. I’m gonna be ravaged by this thing for life.”
”Sorry,” Kian mumbled, his face flushed. “My only redeeming quality’s my d* and my c**.”
”How many times can you go in a day?” Guria asked, her eyes glinting curiously.
”No idea,” Kian said, his voice rough. “I absorbed the Thorn Demon’s genes, so I’m kinda inhuman now… I can finish just by drinking water and still get hard. I can even prevent pregnancy, so I could go three days straight without worrying about cycles.”
”If I became your blood thrall, could I handle three days and nights of that?” Guria asked, her tone half-joking, half-intrigued.
”Probably,” Kian said with a shrug.
”Oh, that’s tempting,” she purred, standing to fill the tub with hot water. She carefully washed his soiled groin, her movements gentle but deliberate. Her gold-brown hair clung wetly to her skin, her full, bell-shaped breasts swaying seductively as she bent forward, hugging her knees. The motion revealed the dense curls of her hair and the salmon-pink folds of her core, glistening with arousal.
”Finished,” she murmured, pouring hot water over her right hand to rinse his navel. She shifted from kneeling to crouching on the stone floor, her full, untanned stomach exposed. Her knees parted slightly, leaving her most intimate parts defenseless. As she emptied the tub and refilled it, her left knee lifted, and a thick bead of nectar dripped from her slick groin.
”Here it comes♡,” Guria whispered, her arms wrapping around Kian’s neck. Her lips, jawline, and swaying breasts filled his vision, a close-up of raw beauty. Her warm core brushed against his tip, then enveloped him entirely, drawing a satisfied sigh from her lips. His p* slid smoothly into her, all the way to the base, her gold-brown curls pressing tightly against his bare stomach.
Thud, thud! “It’s all in,” she gasped.
”Ahhh,” Kian groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
”Feels that good inside me?” Guria asked, her voice teasing but soft.
”Oh, yeah,” Kian panted. “It’s big and tight. Gulp.”
”I like your d* too,” she said, her cheeks flushing as she rocked her hips.
”Ah…♡ Feels so good just sliding in♡,” she murmured.
”Ugh,” Kian grunted, his body tensing.
”Mama, now’s probably not the time for this,” Guria said, her voice playful but with a hint of worry. “If I took Asterios’s d*, it’d tear me apart, right? He’d pound away, not caring about his partner, all blood and pleasure, breaking body and soul…”
She lifted her knee, her legs forming an “M” shape. Through her dense curls, Kian saw her plump folds enveloping his p*. The shift in angle sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, and Guria’s chin tilted upward, a soft “Mmm♡” escaping her lips as her stomach quivered.
Kian pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Guria lowered her knee, relaxing completely as he thrust into her. Their hands roamed, stroking each other’s bodies and hair, their genitals grinding together in a heated dance.
”So, what now?” Kian asked, his voice muffled against her lips.
”Mm♡ What do you mean?” Guria murmured, her tone dazed.
”Politics, royal stuff,” he said.
”I’ve always left politics to others,” Guria said, her voice breathy. “I don’t think I need to join any events anymore. Ha♡ When Azrael attacks, mm♡ I’ll go out with you!”
”So,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a doe-like lust, “my job’s to serve you, make you feel good like this♡.”
”That’s—” Kian started, nodding. “Yeah.”
”Hehe,” Guria giggled. “Let’s enjoy it, ahh…♡.”
”Ohhh,” Kian groaned, his hips bucking with excitement at her declaration. They clung to each other, Guria’s hips rocking back and forth, chasing her sweet spot. “Ha♡ Ha, ha♡ Feels so good, so good♡ Ha♡ Swoosh…” His p* filled her completely, grinding deep inside her.
Her firm hips pressed against his thighs, the friction electric. Guria held her breath, her movements growing frantic, then suddenly her body jerked—sharp, rapid twitches that shook her frame.
”Ah…♡♡… Ah…♡♡,” she gasped, her voice breaking.
”I’m gonna come too!” Kian groaned.
”Mm, okay♡,” Guria panted.
”Ohhh!” he cried out.
Slap, slap, slap! Slap! …Guria’s walls clamped tightly around his erect p*, her tongue flicking across her lips.
”You can keep going, right? Ah♡ I want more of your c**♡,” she whispered.
* * *
After another round, they decided to pause, agreeing they needed to focus on setting up barriers. They washed each other again, this time restraining their desires, and slipped into the hot spring. After a long, relaxing soak, Kian and Guria let the embers of their lust cool, their bodies easing into a gentle calm. Guria rested her head on his shoulder, their lips brushing in soft kisses, careful not to stoke the fire too intensely. They exchanged tender touches, avoiding the urge to escalate.
”Lord Scipio, is he heading to the Church’s territory?” Kian asked.
”Nope, I’m not going,” Guria said, playfully pinching his balls.
”The envoy from the other side’s coming here,” she added.
”They’re probably here already,” Kian said. “Maybe.”
”Even with Crete’s corpse-dumping, it’s the Western Church coming?” Guria asked.
”Looks like it,” Kian said.
Crete had its own religion, free from vampire control, so the Western Church had no foothold. Homolka and his crew might see this as a chance to spread their influence, but Crete’s wealth and established faith made missionary work a tough sell. Were they here to investigate internal affairs, like Lord Brumer? Or was there another motive—maybe to confirm Asterios’s recall?
”Who’s in the delegation?” Kian asked.
”Cardinal Oscar Homolka and Cardinal Augusto Visconti,” Guria said.
”Augusto Visconti?” Kian raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he known for… uh, exceptional stamina?”
”Yeah,” Guria said, smirking. “The ‘Stealth Cardinal.’ A Church veteran, cardinal for thirty years. He’s getting on in years, supposedly not in great health, but he’s leading this mission. I think Homolka will handle the main talks, though.”
Guria parted her legs, making it easier for Kian to brush her c*. She nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder. “Some inquisitors are with them for security. It’s got us all on edge. Be careful not to stir up trouble, Kian.”
”Of course,” he said.
”I mean your Asterios form!” she clarified.
”Oh, got it,” Kian said. “He’s not tied to vampires, but he’s still a monster. He’s been behaving.”
”I mean, since he took my advice, why not switch to a more gentlemanly role, like the usual Kian?” Guria teased.
”Character switch,” Kian said, chuckling. “Young people’s slang… I’m really feeling like an old man. Fine, I’ll try to act natural.”
In the tub, Guria felt a thick trickle leak from her core and lifted her hand from her c. She also released Kian’s erect p. “You… you can’t get up yet?” she asked, her voice teasing.
”Mrow?” Kian said, mimicking a cat.
”We’ve gotta set up that barrier,” she said. “And I need to grab clothes.”
Guria sprang up, splashing hot water over Kian’s head. “Any spare rooms?” she asked.
”Plenty,” Kian said. “The room you stayed in was Lady Ariona’s, so pick another. There’s also mine and a girl named Lu’s, so maybe skip those.”
”Got it,” Guria said.
To avoid reigniting their urges, Kian left the bathhouse. He borrowed Guria’s shirt and pants for now, slipping into fresh trousers before heading back to the entrance.
”Kian,” Guria called, poking her head through the double doors. She’d grabbed fresh clothes from the Lightning Knights outside. “You’re back. Put on your Knight uniform, and let’s go.”
”Right,” Kian said. “I’ll change, but… uh, there’s a high elf mage outside.”
”Huh?” Guria blinked.
”She says her name’s Ariona Guldrin, so probably my friend?” Kian said.
”Mm, yeah,” Guria said, her eyes narrowing slightly.
(Not cheating? Miss Ariona, you’re okay with cheating? So it’s fine, right?) Kian thought, his mind racing.
”She’s all wrapped in robes, radiating some ominous magic,” Guria said. “Can you check it out? The Lightning Knights are holding her back.”
”Got it,” Kian said, nodding shakily.
”I’ll go out,” he added. “I’ll tell Miss Ariona everything…”
”Cool,” Guria said. “I’ll change. Come with me so I can chat with your number-one lady!”
With that, Guria bounded up the stairs, a large suitcase swinging in her hand. “Hurry up, pig,” she teased.
(Talia, you woke up too late. You spilled everything to Guria,) Kian thought.
”I’m not your babysitter,” the vampire princess’s voice replied, cryptic and unreadable. With princesses multiplying lately, Kian stepped outside, sensing an ominous aura like black thorns radiating nearby.
Notes:
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
• Amora – Scipio’s fiance, and the knight of crete.
• Louis – Trusted subordinates from the Châtillon family, part of Guy’s elite force.
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