Volume 4 Chapter 84 Reproduction of the Kin*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Two and a half days had elapsed since they first sequestered themselves within the subterranean chamber.
During that interval, no correspondence had arrived from Aliona or Isthbaran, suggesting that the peripheral world remained largely unchanged. Nevertheless, the three-day mark was fast approaching.
Though the statistical uncertainty regarding when the contagion risk would dwindle to negligible levels remained a source of trepidation, the current exigencies prohibited staying isolated for any longer. Consequently, Talia and Kian resolved to egress from the basement during the dead of night, specifically targeting the window when Isthbaran and Guria were most likely to be sound asleep.
Since their frames were coated in a viscous, malodorous grime, they prioritized the bathhouse as their first destination. Isthbaran appeared to be slumbering within his usual beachside tent, but as a precautionary measure, Kian erected ‘No Entry’ placards at both the merchant guild’s foyer and the men’s bath.
This stratagem ensured that even if Guria were to awaken for a nocturnal restroom visit, she would not inadvertently loiter near the entrance or decide to indulge in a bath herself.
”The virulence ought to be waning by now, but one can’t be too cautious,” Talia remarked, her form enveloped in Kian’s toga. She projected her voice toward Kian as he preceded her into the men’s bath. Since Kian had been perpetually providing her with his milky sustenance, he remained bare-chested, clad only in a rudimentary loincloth.
His expansive back, characterized by mahogany skin and a myriad of faint, rose-colored cicatrices, was fully exposed. Talia’s heart gave a cavernous throb at the sight of his masculine physique—a frame so rigorously tempered it seemed as though a martial deity resided within.
”…” Talia gasped, her breath catching.
(There it is again. This persistent arrhythmia!)
”Talia?” Kian asked.
”Y-yes!?” Talia stammered.
”…? I’ve activated the Mana Lamp¹ in the changing room. Here, utilize this cloth to scrub yourself. Consign the toga to the laundry hamper over there. You’ve been observing the process from within my right arm all this time, so you should be well-acquainted with the procedure,” Kian noted.
”Y—yes, quite so. Excellent work, Pig-d*ck,” Talia replied.
”Once we’ve concluded our bath, we won’t have the luxury of preparing a meal. We’ll need to depart for our destination immediately. Damn it all. I’m apprehensive about checking the post. Considering we’re in a state of war, it should be permissible to disregard the correspondence, shouldn’t it? Or perhaps I should simply delegate the task to Isthbaran while he’s minding the place,” Kian muttered.
”No. Forsake your indolence and discharge your responsibilities with due diligence,” Talia commanded, struggling to preserve her regal poise.
”Very well. I’ll make short work of it while you’re attending to your toilette,” Kian replied with a weary drawl. He brusquely discarded his loincloth and raked his large hand through his obsidian hair.
Talia hurriedly averted her gaze, her composure rattled by the raw, visceral charisma inherent in that simple gesture.
”The metamorphosis has reached its conclusion, I presume?” Kian asked.
”Yes. In all probability,” Talia answered.
”And the state of starvation?”
”It continues unabated.”
”Do you require further quantities of seed?”
”…”
Talia offered a faint, perceptible nod. Kian acknowledged this with a solemn grunt before abruptly seizing her arm. Though her augmented physical prowess would have allowed her to resist, she permitted him to hoist her up without a struggle. The fabric shielding her form was summarily stripped away, and she was ushered into the bathhouse interior, where the atmosphere was saturated with swirling columns of steam.
”Ouch! Cease this rough handling!” Talia protested.
”…”
She was unceremoniously deposited prone upon the burnished stone masonry, her cranium pinned firmly to the floor. Subjected to treatment that suggested a continuation of their preceding, ferocious copulation, Talia rotated her head to glare at him, her indignation palpable.
”…!?♡”
A brawny arm, traced with prominent veins, secured her head. Beyond it, she could discern the swell of his pectorals, his chiseled abdominals, and the formidable, turgid meat spear towering above.
A viscous essence was already exuding from the glans.
As Talia elevated her pelvis in a vulnerable, submissive posture, that incandescent organ was pressed firmly against her.
”Huff, huff!”
His respiration was heavy with a virile musk. His oculars were noticeably bloodshot.
The vessel Talia now inhabited possessed bountiful breasts, yet her posterior was also that of a thoroughly ripened woman. Despite her vocation as a magician, she was a Rank 1 Adventurer², endowed with a beauty that eclipsed that of ordinary noblewomen and a figure that seemed destined for conception.
From those hips trailed lithe, elongated thighs. The contours behind her knees, her shapely calves, and her heels were all on prominent display.
With both knees anchored to the stone, her legs were parted at approximately shoulder-width. Upon the dark masonry between her knees, a translucent nectar began to manifest… drip, drip.
”S-Pig-d*ck… desist,” Talia pleaded.
”Huff, huff.”
Snap! Twitch. Crack!
”Why is your member emitting such auditory discord!? Stay! Halt! Restrain your aggression. I am your sovereign. While carnal relations are acceptable, you must treasure me as one would a delicate bloom. Understand that suppressing my head in this manner constitutes the pinnacle of insolence!” Talia admonished him.
”Huff, guuuh, huff!”
A veritable monolith of muscle. While Lyritisse herself was statuesque and well-proportions, the sheer disparity in their physical dimensions was staggering. His sinewy, potent arm caused his muscles to emit a sharp creak.
”Oooooh! Guuuh, huff, huuuh!”
”Are you paying attention? Remove this disrespectful hand at—haaaaaannnnn!?♡”
Before she could conclude her sentence, the apex of his glans was lubricated against her aperture. Just as she anticipated a preliminary dilation, he propelled his unyielding length inward with a ponderous slide.
”Oh…♡ Gah…♡”
(Despite the fact♡ that he has been discharging for two and a half days incessantly…♡)
Protruding sinews loomed over her. Lyritisse’s posterior was sufficiently ample to be categorized as massive, yet the man’s thoracic and abdominal development was so formidable that the size differential felt insurmountable. Moreover, the juxtaposition of the ravisher’s bronzed skin against Lyritisse’s alabaster, exquisite complexion heightened the intensity of the scene. It was the quintessential ‘Beast and Beauty’ archetype. Constrained by the sheer mass of his physique, with her hips canted upward, her waist was met by a resonant thump!
”Kyaaan!♡”
(So profound…♡ My matrix… it shall surely be pulverized!♡)
”Hey, don’t you dare try to evade me,” Kian remarked with a mocking cadence, reminiscent of a shallow libertine.
Talia fixed Kian with a tearful glare from her azure eyes, but he remained indifferent, relentlessly driving his mahogany hips into her pristine white flesh.
Her lush curves were compressed and distorted by the man’s abdominal force. Her elevated posterior sagged under the duress, yet the man’s pelvis pursued her, his glans continuing to excavate her cervix.
”I’ve half a mind to spend three days straight inside you without withdrawing! Endure it!” Kian vociferated.
”Guh, you are so heavy! Do not settle your entire mass upon me, hauuu!♡” Talia cried out.
”Ugh, this sensation is superlative. I doubt I’ll ever grow weary of this, regardless of the frequency. It’s truly unrivaled. Appreciate this properly, Talia. Come on, come on, come on!” Kian exhorted.
”Ah…♡ Guh…♡ Fuuuuuh…♡ Nguuuuh…♡ Ah…♡”
Thump!
Thump!
Thump, grind…!
Flow…!
Slap! Thump!
Each successive thrust was tangibly more weighted than the last. He was mounted upon her back like a tortoise. Her flaxen tresses and ivory back were pinned beneath the man’s robust chest.
With his fevered respiration grazing her immobilized neck, Talia’s hips collapsed as she reached the precipice of climax. her rear pulsated rhythmically of its own volition, and her internal walls dilated as they constricted around his member. Much like lungs gasping after a sprint, her physiology yearned for him independently of her conscious mind.
”Ah…♡ Ah…♡ Honestly…”
Her delicate jaw was ensnared by his broad fingers. She was compelled to turn her head for an embrace. When she extended her tongue, he countered with his own, more substantial one, drawing in her saliva. His waist, which was currently flattening her hips, maintained a rhythmic cadence. Talia arched her pale, voluptuous form like a recurve bow, though she felt no genuine distress. Instead, the sensation of being impaled and surrendered to his torrid, fervent kiss was sublime. She came to the realization that in the act of authentic procreation, one seeks a partner with the matrix, transcending the idealized romances of lyricists.
”Haaa…♡ Hm…♡ Smack… hah, uuh…♡ Ah…♡ Grind♡ Ohhh…♡ Hm…♡ Smack♡ Haa…♡ Hm…♡ Muuu…♡”
Inadvertently, she found herself oscillating her hips in tandem with his. This was the post-metamorphosis craving; her physiology demanded the essences of this ‘swine,’ rendering resistance futile. For the sake of her own nourishment, she had to agitate her hips and extract every drop of his vitality.
”You truly are enchanting, Talia,” Kian murmured.
”Oh…♡”
”Enchanting.”
”…♡”
”Enchanting.”
”Hah, hah…♡ Nn…♡”
She reached her peak.
Her shoulders shuddered. Her waist was seized by tremors for several seconds before the tension dissipated. Nectar surged from her matrix, and her interior became saturated with both her own secretions and his discharge.
Kian erupted into a triumphant howl, his essence continuing to pour into her.
(So potent…♡)
”Haa…♡ Hah…♡ Nn…♡”
(This is… the strength of a human…♡)
”Huff…♡ Nn…♡ Huuuuuh…♡”
Even their modes of achieving transcendence were distinct. Unlike her, who merely vibrated, the masculine predator atop her made his entire form undulate, venting a colossal volume of fluid alongside a guttural roar.
Such a feat would be utterly beyond the flaccid, attenuated members of the vampire lineages…
She was compelled to acknowledge that vampires were, in a sexual sense, the subordinate race.
(This man is my carnal thrall…♡ And yet…♡)
If she incentivized his defiance too greatly, he would revolt…♡ Just as he was doing now…♡ subjugating me by sheer force and saturating me with the origins of life…♡ carving into my very soul the fact that I am but a vessel for him…♡
Talia mused, even as she engaged in their sordid embrace, that if she disciplined the ‘swine’ with sufficient severity, he might counter with an equally severe rebellion.
* * *
”Whoa, I feel as though my member is liquefying! Your oral prowess is truly unparalleled,” Kian remarked.
”…”
Talia maintained a stoic silence as she knelt before the bronzed, brawny man, who was thrusting his pelvis with a crude, satisfied expression. She remained seated upon the floor, her legs tucked beneath her, calmly tracing her tongue over the organ that continued to exude white fluid despite her continuous efforts to cleanse it.
She cradled his weighted stones in both palms, sliding her lips along the shaft while maneuvering her tongue within. She exhaled through her nose, occasionally tucking her flaxen hair behind her ear, as she bobbed her head with a firm, steady grip.
”Is the sensation to your liking?” Talia inquired, tilting her head slightly as she massaged him. She teased the apex with the tip of her tongue.
”Aaah! Ah, aah! Fuoh! This is absolutely phenomenal! It’s the pinnacle!” Kian cried out.
”Consistent with my analysis. This is indeed your vulnerability,” Talia observed.
She licked the corona of the glans. She manipulated the shaft with considerable vigor. Kian’s muscular waist attempted to recoil, but she maintained a tenacious grip, refusing him any reprieve. She utilized her thumb and forefinger to stimulate the rim while her tongue provided further pleasure to the tip.
”Ugoooooh!”
”Fufu…♡ Such a pathetic outcry…♡ Excellent, surrender it to me. Proffer your sacrifice,” Talia said.
”Aaaaah!”
Billowing white steam permeated the chamber. The scent of masculine musk intensified.
Talia felt a surge of gratification at the potent aroma, yet she concealed it behind an impassive facade as she took the glans into her mouth.
The essence erupted, causing her cheeks to distend slightly. She promptly amalgamated it with her own saliva and consumed every drop.
”Whoa, that was quite a performance. You didn’t lose a single drop,” Kian remarked.
”It would be a profligate waste,” Talia replied.
”I must admit, that’s actually quite heartening,” Kian conceded.
”What is the significance of that statement?” Talia asked, finding the comment amusing enough to let out a small laugh.
Kian let out a gravelly groan of contentment and settled onto the stone floor, crossing his legs broadly. Talia, continuing her meticulous cleanup, followed his descent, eventually reclining against his knee and burying her face in his lap.
Smack Slurp Pop…
”Nn… phew…♡ It appears my hunger has largely been satiated,” Talia announced, once again securing a stray lock of hair. Her lengthy tresses were indeed a persistent inconvenience.
”Eh, so soon? I’m quite capable of maintaining this pace, you know,” Kian said.
”My abdomen is already filled to capacity. A physique that generates such vitality merely through hydration… succubae and vampires would find you utterly covetable,” Talia observed.
”It is reserved solely for your purposes,” Kian replied.
”In a functional sense, yes. Aliona, Natra, and Esther do not partake for the purpose of sustenance,” Talia noted.
”Ugh!”
She applied a firm pressure and sucked vigorously. His brachial muscles swelled as he exerted downward pressure on Talia’s head. Her ivory back, with her flaxen hair adhering to it from the water, undulated like a serpent.
As he discharged, Talia consumed every drop with a refined yet exhaustive thoroughness. She sensed her vitality returning to approximately seventy percent of her former zenith.
”Ah, damn it, Talia! We must egress from the bath. Dawn has already arrived!” Kian realized.
”Ah… I suppose you are correct,” Talia answered while finishing her cleanup. It was a pity—she desired more time with him, but she needed to transition her focus. Intelligence regarding the departure of the Phoenician hostile fleet could arrive at any moment.
”Haaa— uuu— phew—”
”Hah…♡ Hah…♡ Kian…♡ Kian…♡”
They rose and assisted each other in washing under the bamboo conduits where heated water cascaded. He embraced her from the rear, his fingers exploring her most sensitive areas. She achieved climax several more times as he rubbed his substantial member against her form.
”Ugh!” Kian grunted.
Splash—
”Auh…♡ My. Its velocity exceeds even that of the falling water,” Talia gasped.
”I’m on the verge of desiccation! Ugh… huff, huff… Well, that suffices for the time being,” Kian said.
”You are the very avatar of concupiscence,” Talia remarked with a dry smile, though her own lower anatomy throbbed with the lingering influence of his essence. However, the massive hourglass within the bathhouse was exerting its silent, inexorable pressure, reminding the pair to make their exit.
They needed to complete their ablutions and depart.
”Pig-d*ck. Cease your discharge and precede me to the upper level. I shall wash once more, manifest my combat attire, and then join you. Go and rehydrate, then verify the correspondence in the post,” Talia instructed.
”Understood,” Kian replied.
She felt a localized pang of wistfulness as he withdrew.
Talia harbored a flicker of doubt as to whether she could truly execute a disciplinary game with him in this state, but her royal dignity eventually prevailed, as she thought to herself, ‘No, I am the sovereign.’
* * *
Neither Isthbaran nor Guria had even deigned to inspect the merchant guild’s post or organize its contents. Kian began perusing the letters with a somber disposition, though the situation was precisely as he had anticipated.
Among the correspondence was a letter from Rita, indicating her intention to depart for ‘Grass Island’ on that morning’s vessel. It appeared she had utilized conventional channels because Talia had temporarily lost the ability to direct golems.
Other missives concerned evacuations to ‘Water Island.’ They appeared to be from individuals associated with the Order of the Lightning Knights, yet he found it impossible to associate the names with specific visages.
(They’re certainly being quite sycophantic. The Izerland nobility are so transparent in their condescension. What a stark contrast,) Kian mused. This was likely the distinction between those who harbored an aversion to the Azraelian and those who did not, or those with deeply ingrained xenophobic tendencies. Furthermore, the Izerland aristocrats were provincial sorts, largely incapable of nuanced deception.
”Wait, ugh, here it is. Correspondence from Linca,” Kian noted, retrieving a violet envelope that emanated a sinister aura from the bottom of the pile. This letter was unconventional; on the recipient line, it stated in a jagged hand, “Reading this is entirely optional.”
’Hmm, in that case, perhaps I shall—’
”Hm?”
As he returned Linca’s letter to the post, he caught sight of an avian shadow in the pre-dawn sky. As he scanned the deep indigo firmament, it eventually alighted upon the roof of the post box.
It was a golem. Yet, it was distinct from the Rufna model he had encountered previously…
”You are tardy!!”
”Whoa, the golem is vocal!? Is it some variety of accursed artifact?” Kian exclaimed.
”Of course not, you simpleton! Have you already forgotten my voice!?” the golem barked.
”Oh, it is merely Madam Camilla,” Kian replied, folding the fabric upon which he had placed the letters. He needed to preserve these missives in case he required a specific address later.
”Are you utilizing the same vocal projection technique as Rufna?” Kian asked.
”The methodology is irrelevant!” Camilla snapped.
The sharp sound of a kiseru pipe being struck against a table resonated. After admonishing her familiar, ‘What was that!? Hot!? Raiju, attend to this!’, the matron continued.
”Where is my remuneration!? This vessel is deteriorating because the winter in this region is excessively harsh! If this persists, I shall fall ill and waste away!” Camilla complained.
”My apologies. We are on the precipice of war, so I shall procure a suitable vessel during the ensuing chaos. Regarding that arcane panacea, its efficacy seems assured, so once I secure a base form…” Kian explained.
”Oh?” Camilla’s irritation dissipated instantaneously. It seemed she believed her ineffective patron, who had neglected to send either a spare body or a comely Azraelian thrall, had finally provided a substantive report.
”Very well. Does this imply that you have at least one somatic vessel prepared for my use?” Camilla inquired.
”No, I utilized it for the metamorphosis of Princess Talia,” Kian said.
”W-what!?” Camilla shrieked.
”Lower your voice. Desist from screaming,” Kian said.
”You… you…! You absolute blockhead! What in the world possessed you! In that case, Princess Talia, who was sequestered within your arm…” Camilla stammered.
”She is currently operating with autonomy and is in high spirits. Since several days ago. It appears she has reclaimed roughly seventy percent of her previous zenith of power, and she is currently enjoying a shower,” Kian reported.
”Tsk, naturally… Now that I consider it, your blood contains the essence of the somatic vessel that Albert fabricated,” Camilla noted.
”Indeed. To trace the lineage, it is the primordial blood of Princess Talia. Consequently, I was able to transform Lyritisse’s delicate frame into a potent vampire physique. A significant enhancement of our military potential,” Kian said.
”Preposterous,” the matron remarked, her tone suddenly falling quiet.
”You shall surely be eradicated by her,” Camilla warned.
”By whom?” Kian asked.
”By Princess Talia Cain! You should be able to deduce that much from the context! Is your capacity for comprehension non-existent!?” Camilla snapped.
”I fail to see the logic. Talia is a comrade. Her state of starvation has been resolved. She will not engage in the indiscriminate slaughter of those in her vicinity,” Kian maintained.
”You… you possess no understanding of how formidable that Princess truly is. Should you exhibit the slightest discourtesy, you will be destroyed!” Camilla warned.
(I suspect Madam Camilla misappropriated the research findings regarding the mother of Princess Talia and her abhorrent mutations. She has only ever genuinely deferred to the reprimands of Princess Talia, and much like Rufna and Sarah, Camilla and Talia appear to be a volatile combination,) Kian mused.
”Yes, yes, I appreciate the caution. However, I am maintaining a harmonious relationship with her. There is no cause for concern. Aside from that, does that conclude our business?” Kian asked.
”Kian. You grasp nothing of the terror that Princess inspires,” Camilla stated.
”Her ethics are unconventional, but she is a woman of noble character and a benevolent heart. There is no reason to dread her,” Kian insisted.
”To be untroubled by an entity capable of obliterating you on a whim… your intuition must be thoroughly deadened. Even an insect flees when it perceives the tremors from a charging bull,” Camilla noted. She drew a profound breath and continued.
”You are aware that Princess Talia was the preeminent combatant in the Empire of Night³, are you not?” Camilla asked.
”Yes. Well, with the possession of those seven magic swords, she would undeniably be the most potent,” Kian agreed.
”Erroneous,” Camilla said.
”Eh?” Kian asked.
The avian golem vibrated against the roof of the post box.
”That Princess was peerless even before she acquired those magic swords. Heed me well. Those seven magic swords were not bestowed upon Princess Talia because she was favored by the spirits,” Camilla explained.
”…? ? ?”
”The spirits prostrated themselves before her, weeping and entreating for her clemency, saying ‘I beg of you, do not hunt me!’,” Camilla revealed.
”Eh…”
”Kian? Are you out there?”.
”…! Do not divulge a single word of what I’ve said to the Princess!” Camilla hissed.
”I have no intention of repeating such things, but…” Kian began.
”Very well. Then ensure the thralls arrive post-haste. I’ve dispatched supplemental armor for your use. It should arrive on this morning’s vessel. Do not misinterpret me—this is a formal demand!” Camilla commanded.
”Kian? Is there a visitor?”.
”Farewell! Thralls! Comely thralls! Is that clear!?” Camilla shouted.
Kian nodded, wondering if her own replacement body should not have been the foremost priority. Sensing his acquiescence, the avian golem terminated its function with an air of satisfaction. He wondered if he was expected to dispose of the remains… it was a minor nuisance.
”Kian?”
”Talia, actually, Madam Camilla…”
Kian glanced back at the iron perimeter separating the guild grounds from the beach. Observing the flaxen-haired beauty who had emerged from the portal, Kian found himself momentarily speechless.
It was because Princess Talia, exiting the merchant guild, was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her ensemble was largely consistent: an elegant hair piece replacing her headband, a crimson blouse, a dark skirt, obsidian tights, and robust boots. The blouse was simply a deeper shade of red wine.
However, perhaps due to the application of cosmetics, she now exuded a seductive, bewitching aura that made one instinctively long to touch her posterior. Kian speculated whether this was a manifestation of a vampire’s charm ability, all the while attempting to maintain a facade of composure.
”Madam Camilla dispatched a golem, I see,” Talia remarked. She descended the stairs to the sand, her countenance as impassive as ever. She carried the faint, pleasant scent of herbal soap.
”What did the matron have to say?” Talia asked.
”She is requesting comely thralls and a new somatic vessel,” Kian replied.
”The usual requirements, then,” Talia noted.
”And that she has sent armor for me. It is expected on this morning’s boat,” Kian added.
”Oh, that is auspicious news,” Talia said, retrieving some cured meat from her pocket. She brushed her straight tresses away from her cheek, bit off a portion, and offered the remainder to Kian. Despite his reputation as a libertine, he felt a flicker of nervousness as he accepted it.
(Is this the arrhythmia? Even I am susceptible…) Kian thought.
”Furthermore, she was opposed to your metamorphosis,” Kian mentioned.
”The matron is intimidated by me, so her opposition is predictable. There is long-standing friction regarding the research of my mother. I bear her no ill will, but Camilla has no inclination to trust my words,” Talia said with a slight, ironic smile. She surveyed the vacant beach and observed, “The sentinels are absent.”
”It appears they have been redeployed to the base. Or ‘Water Island.’ Most of the affluent benefactors of the royal house have relocated to ‘Water Island,’ and the necessity of monitoring the boisterous Asterios has diminished,” Kian explained.
”I understand. You are heading toward the pier, are you not? Let us proceed together,” Talia invited. She took another piece of cured meat and bit into it. This time, he was offered a fragment that had been in contact with her saliva; he accepted and licked it with a straight face.
”Ehh!? How crude!” Talia exclaimed.
”Rita is also expected on this morning’s boat. I am unsure which will arrive first, the armor or her, but I expect we shall be waiting for some time,” Kian said.
”It is our final opportunity before the onset of war; shall we observe the sea and wait in tranquility? Or perhaps we should locate a secluded spot and… attend to each other?”.
”We should refrain, as I might become quite serious. Rita possesses a keen sense of smell; she would undoubtedly detect us,” Kian cautioned.
”Oh. I was considering providing you with a disciplinary session, but that is regrettable,” Talia said.
”In any case, your metamorphosis seems to have been finalized successfully, but may I inquire specifically how your capabilities have been augmented? We subjected that body to a forbidden transformation at great risk to ensure victory in the war. You mentioned you’ve reclaimed seventy percent, but unless the results are demonstrable, neither I, Ms. Aliona, nor the others will be truly persuaded,” Kian said.
This was a matter he was obligated to verify, irrespective of personal sentiment. Her power was described as a reproduction capability, but if this had not been significantly bolstered, the metamorphosis was of limited utility.
If she merely claimed her physical capacity was now comparable to Kian’s, it would have little impact on the conflict against over twenty thousand adversaries. Talia was a magician; her role was to deploy magic from a distance. Improved kinetic vision or muscular strength would be of secondary importance.
He required her to demonstrate an ability that clearly enhanced Kian’s forces from a magical standpoint.
(For instance, manifesting the magic staves Talia committed to memory in her former life. If she can produce a replica of Oathbound Misericorde⁴, I can entrust it to Ms. Aliona and transform her into the ultimate stationary artillery,) Kian thought.
”Very well. I shall demonstrate it here,” Talia said. Upon the dimly lit beach, she came to a sudden halt. She whispered, “Behold the Star’s Song⁵,” and began siphoning magic power from the earth.
Since Tachyonian Cells⁶ had been discharged to their maximum capacity from Lyritisse’s frame, the siphoning potential had increased. Conversely, it also indicated that if she could not absorb power, she—who currently possessed zero Blood Servants⁷—would inevitably waste away.
Talia’s deployment of magic was formidable.
While Kian watched in astonishment, a core-like object was manifested from the displaced sand, and the magic power of the earth coalesced around it. Eventually, the concentration of magic power took the form of four shadows, and immense figures manifested behind her.
A titanic wolf, obsidian as the void.
A massive centaur archer clad in feminine breastplate armor.
A caprine-headed demon grasping a quill and a tome.
And finally… a knight in monochromatic black armor, missing its left arm.
”Was this not a reproduction ability?”.
Feeling an instinctive dread, Kian recoiled from the four entities. Before Kian could descend into a defensive posture, Talia placed her right hand on her waist and spoke with composure.
”This is also a facet of the reproduction ability. These are the creatures whose blood, names, and essences were claimed by Princess Talia Cain in her former life,” Talia explained.
The obsidian wolf nuzzled its snout into the crook of Talia’s neck. It was exhibiting a domestic affection, yet Kian’s instincts informed him that this wolf was the most lethal entity among the four.
Talia pushed the wolf’s snout away and, with her hand still on her waist, approached Kian with the refined elegance of a stage performer.
He observed the centaur in the breastplate armor casting an appraising gaze from beneath its mask. Since he could discern no masculine traits, he speculated that the centaur was female. It bore a bow so immense he wondered if it was designed for felling dragons, yet its demeanor seemed feminine…
”Contemporary magicians often categorize magic into various disciplines, do they not? Spirit magic, Spiritcalling magic, astrology, alchemy, elven magic, and the like,” Talia remarked.
”…Yes,” Kian agreed.
”Within that framework, my ability would be classified as summoning magic. If Aliona is a conventional magician specializing in high-output firepower, I am a summoner. A somewhat different breed of practitioner. However, since I am analyzing, codifying, and reproducing entities I previously assimilated, it is fundamentally distinct from conventional summoning,” Talia explained.
Kian straightened his posture while maintaining a vigilant watch on the familiars behind her. He felt disquieted because the caprine-headed quill demon had been directing a malevolent gaze toward him for some time.
”Therefore, once again, this constitutes the second phase of my authority. ‘Summoning of the Kin.’ The disadvantage is that the magic power consumption during the summoning is profound, and my extremities become partially translucent. In return, I can manifest four souls with formidable special capabilities within this world,” Talia stated.
Talia, maintaining her habitual, unreadable expression, added, “I look forward to our collaboration.”
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Summary:
Following a two-day sequestration, Kian and Talia egress from the basement to conduct ablutions and prepare for the impending conflict. During a feral sexual encounter in the bathhouse, Talia reveals her starvation is waning as she absorbs Kian’s augmented vitality. They encounter an avian golem from Madam Camilla, who cautions Kian that Princess Talia was once the preeminent terror of the night. Talia subsequently demonstrates her reclaimed power: the ability to manifest formidable entities she vanquished and assimilated in her former life.
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Character Insight:
Princess Talia exhibits a sophisticated duality: while she maintains her imperious and commanding ‘Sovereign’ persona, her physical vessel is becoming increasingly reliant upon and biologically ‘imprinted’ by Kian’s vitality. Her transition from basic ‘reproduction’ of objects to the manifestation of sentient ‘Kin’ signifies her reclaiming her status as the apex predator of the Empire of Night. Kian, despite his facade of bravado, is beginning to perceive the gravity of the ‘forbidden entity’ he has assisted in manifesting, as evidenced by his visceral reactions to her newfound, captivating aura.
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Behind the Scene:
The author utilizes the chromatic contrast between the alabaster skin of Princess Talia and the mahogany skin of Kian to visually represent their ‘Beast and Beauty’ dynamic. The manifestation of the four kin establishes a new power scale for the impending war arc, transitioning Talia from a secondary support role to a primary strategic commander.
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Notes:
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Talia – A high-ranking vampire spirit currently possessing the body of Lyritisse. In this form, she has flaxen hair, blue eyes, and thick lips.
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
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