Countless heroes laid down. They waited for the closed door in front of them to be opened. And beyond that door…… was a bathroom with twenty virgin bodies hanging from the ceiling.

  Drip. Drop.

  Blood dripped continuously from the ceiling into the bath. The bathroom, where the smell of blood was mixed with the water taken from several herbs and petals, was filled with a rich yet dangerous sexual force.

  The woman in the middle of it was in her twenties with more red hair than blood. Her hair flowing in the water had a bright red glow, and she had a high, proud nose. Her long and slender eyebrows had vigor, and her red lips showed deadly temptation. Beneath that, her breasts were both ruinous and intense, and she had a sensational, smooth body.

  She stretched her legs over the water; hard muscles lurked under her smooth thighs. Blood droplets slid down along her thighs and were absorbed into her skin.

  Then her skin became more elastic.

  This dangerous yet beautiful woman filled with overflowing vigor and deadly sexual force was Riad, the Blood Ruler.

  She stood up from the bath and held a big sword by her side.

  “How am I today?” Riad asked, with a voluptuous and confident smile.

  When she whispered the true name of the magic sword she knew, the magic sword replied telepathically.

  “You have become even more beautiful, Your Majesty.”


  “Huh-hoo. I suppose so.”


  She smiled contentedly.

  “I will be stronger and more beautiful by sacrificing the weak. But that’s not enough with just this country. I will consolidate my surroundings and then move to the center and make the continent my sacrifice.”


  “It will be so, Your Majesty.”


  She got out of the bath and went out through the door naked without drying herself off with a towel.

  “Behold, Your Majesty,” the prostrated heroes greeted in unison.

  “Raise your heads.”


  The heroes raised their heads in hesitation. Despite being naked, Riad walked proudly through them without a trace of shame. In front of her spirit, the male heroes turned their eyes away.

  “Do you desire my body?”


  “How dare we?”


  Riad showed a cold smile as she looked at those who were bowing once again.

  “Such a trifle. A group having no courage don’t deserve to be embraced in my arms……”


  “Pardon our lack, please.”


  “I highly approve that you know your place.”


  Riad sat on the throne, still naked. Heroic Power rose from her body and turned into a red armor that covered only the tender places of her body. With the armor, Riad was still practically naked. On the other hand, Ereka’s light armor revealed the curves of her body while still preserving its innocence.

  But there was no one who delighted in looking at Riad in this hall. The energy and vigor coming from her body were too overwhelming to do so.

  “Is there no change in the camp of the princess?”


  Nothing special,” the heroes answered immediately.

  “Hmm. I thought after being driven into a corner, she would make a frantic last-ditch effort in desperation. Has nothing really happened? Have you been monitoring her properly?”


  “According to our information, they tried to summon a high-level hero to confront Your Majesty. But it was said that the person who came was just a swindler of the extra class.”


  “A swindler. Ugh. How could she be cheated by an extra? That’s pitiful.”


  “Your Majesty doesn’t have to come forward, it’ll be easy to suppress the remnants, so please leave it to us.”


  It was a middle-aged man who prostrated closest to the Blood Ruler. He was a big, muscular man, and he spurted out extraordinary heat from his whole body. He was the knight of fire, Hwagrain, one of the three strongest knights in the kingdom apart from the Blood Ruler.

  “Oh yeah. You want to do it?”


  “Your Majesty, please don’t miss the moment of Awakening and go to the great temple instead. We’ll carry out the suppression of the remnants.”


  Generally, your level will go up if you make a sufficient number of achievements on the battlefield. But the change from level 7 to level 8 was said to be the “Awakening.”


  Even if one had enough achievements, leveling up was only possible through a ceremony that was held in the great temple during the Awakening time once a year. This also overlapped with “Victory Day” where people could wage war on their own land.

  “Are you greedy for the chance to make some accomplishments?”


  “It’s not like that. It’s to keep Your Majesty from working too hard.”


  “Ha ha ha ha! That’s a plain lie. But I like your attitude of trying to butter up the ruler. Ha ha ha!”


  It was just a laugh, but the whole hall fluttered.

  “I’m so glad to hear that,” Hwagrain responded.

  “But I won’t allow it.”


  Riad stopped laughing.

  “There are more variables in attacking than there are in defense. It is true that you three, each level 6, are stronger than the remnants of the princess, but there is no need to do a useless thing in my absence.”


  “But……”


  “I’ve decided.”


  The three knights bowed at the stern command of the Blood Ruler. Their eyes were full of discontent, but they didn’t have the courage to say even a word in front of her.

  “But while I’m gone, the princess may attack first……”


  “Can they do that?”


  “They’re losing anyway. It is just about time that they make a frantic last-ditch effort, isn’t it?”


  The eyes of the Blood Ruler were sharp and calm. Unexpectedly calmness lurked beneath that sexual force and strong spirit.

  “When it comes, the three of you will defend, and then I will allow you to plunder everything left to the princess as a reward of winning.”


  “Everything?”


  “Of course, even up to her body and life.”


  The eyes of the three knights flashed. Princess Ereka was the half-sister of the Blood Ruler, Riad. Even though it was a “reward,” they worried about their blood ties interfering with the prize of the princess’ body.

  Your Majesty, there’s nothing else to think about since you’ve already considered the princess an enemy.

  In addition to that, she broadly gave them a reward which they, the generous men, wanted.

  “Leave it to us. We’ll surely take care of it.”


  “That’s good. I won’t tolerate any failure.”


  “Naturally.”


  They were level 6, while on the other side, only the princess was level 6; Rittier was level 5, and Jenna was level 4. The difference in fighting power was so big, considering that two level 4 wizards could not deal with a level 6 knight. What was better, it was a “defensive battle,” so the advantages of terrain were also with Riad’s knights. They had the confidence in an inevitable victory.

  Still, Riad wondered if the princess would attack first. Even though the Blood Ruler said that their defenses were good, would there be a chance of being attacked?

  “I will go through the Awakening and come back. Then I will clean up the remnants and move on to the center of the continent. So make sure there are no deviations from the plan!”


  “Yes, Your Majesty! Leave it to us, please.”


  The Blood Ruler strode across the hall in a dignified manner.

  Outside the hall, food, other consumables and “virgins” to be used during the ceremony were ready in a carriage.

  * * *

  The three knights who had been kneeling stood up after the Blood Ruler left. After watching she disappear over the horizon, they finally opened their mouths.

  “Your Majesty…… She can leave the cleaning up to us.”


  “She may seek 100% perfection……”


  “It’s enough for us to do it.”


  Only Princess Ereka couldn’t be ignored, but she had no other supporting forces. Rittier and Jenna were far below them. It was not even worth considering the level 0 extra on their side. They had the confidence to overcome the attackers with just their overwhelming force.

  “It would have been better if she gave us the chance to do it.”


  “She may want to finish them off herself.”


  “If she is going to the center in the future, the little things like this……”


  Although they could not express their dissatisfaction and criticism in front of the Blood Ruler due to fear, their faces were still filled with discontent.

  No matter how much they trained, they couldn’t raise their level. Only tricks utilizing the force that they already had were increased. There was only one way to level up and become stronger. They would have to win a real match on the battlefield and be rewarded with greater power from God.

  These numerous mock wars were meaningless. And the remnants of the princess were easy prey, an easy opponent with whom they could have the confidence in beating.

  Their true, innermost feelings were that the Blood Ruler should have bestowed such a thing to them.