Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 227

The wind remained calm.

Is this what they call the calm before the storm?

The murmured words, spoken by no one in particular, spread like ripples on the surface of a lake, only to suddenly stop.

Everyone gazed uniformly at the eastern sky. Feeling a chill down their backs.

Yet, retreat was not an option.

Because behind them lay their city. Their country, their family, their home. Defiance painted their faces. It was a smile squeezed out of the last of their courage, or perhaps the excitement of encountering a formidable foe.

They aren't smiling because they're strong, it's because they're strong that they can smile.

The elite unit guarding the <Royal Capital>.

They are the best of the best.

They're the last defense, each as strong as a thousand. Against the Sovereign Black Dragon, soldiers would turn to dust even behind the shield. So, they sent in a small, elite force.

Who the opponent is doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is keeping the capital safe.

"Here it comes."

As if a stone was thrown into the lake.

The resulting ripples immediately exceeded the boiling point and, with a simmering, settled.

The wind started blowing.

A dark gust, filled with blistering magic power.

The Black Dragon glared at the knights deployed in front of the Capital.

And then.

Something leaped from its back.

Through magic binoculars, the knights could see something like a cloak fluttering.

The knights tensed.

Because the Black Dragon extended its dragon arm to its own back.

It caught something.

It was a movement that could only be seen as such.

Then,

The dragon twisted its body in mid-air. It was exactly the stance of a pitcher winding up, ready to throw something held by its arm overhead. Like lifting an axe.

Pitching, ready.

Throw.

"aaahhh! Fuuuck!!"

Thrown vertically to the ground by Schwarz, I screamed. I shouted as loud as I could from my belly.

I never thought a dragon would use a mix of tornado and axe-throwing pitching windup to vertically hurl her lord to the ground.

Well, it's true that I twisted Schwarz's neck when she tried to use that Dragon Flash thing on the fort earlier, barely preventing a disaster.

But, come on! There was no other way in that situation, right? I knew you were upset when you looked at the fort afterward. I knew, but still...

Ugh, this is too much!

Remember this you damn dragon, when I get back to you, I'll...

Knock you up!

I swear with the honor of my son. But that's after I get back, now I have to deal with this situation first.

I felt the wind hitting all over my body.

Air gets ripped apart, leaving a thunderous roar. If I hadn't fortified my body, would I not have incinerated before meeting the ground? Realizing this in a moment of panic, I prepared myself, but the clothes I put on were now all charred black. Doesn't this make it look like I'm wrapped in some evil aura to those who see it?

Seriously, this is really bad!

I was so fast that I passed Teresa, who had taken off ahead of me.

As I passed her,

Ho! As expected of my husband,

Don't give me that look! It's your dragon doing, alright? Help your husband! Seriously, if I hit the ground at this speed,

My mass Speed ( Dragon's throwing force?)

=

Total Destruction! (Bullet, me)

Knights, please run! shock-resistant posture, brace for impact, medic, medic, incoming!

No, they're not trying to escape at all. I have to do something... Hang in there, me! Why do I have to step in to protect them, who are currently in a dire situation due to my allies? But if I give up, many lives will end here. Seriously.

Expending all my magical energy, and being someone who cannot utilize my magic circuit, with only a vague "Course" designated by me, I cast my magic...

I witnessed a miracle.

Said a mage that recounted the tale.

The descent of his presence.

Thud,

With an unexpectedly light sound, he descended before them.

Judging from the recent posture of the Supreme Sovereign Black Dragon, he was undoubtedly being thrown into the ground. By the dragon.

Moreover, it seemed that there was a considerable grudge in that throwing. No, that couldn't be. It must have been part of the performance.

Because that person came riding on that dragon.

Riding on the Supreme Overlord Black Dragon.

And with incredible ease, he descended to the earth from that throw.

At that altitude, at that speed, and if his own senses were not mistaken, the dragon even infused magic when throwing him.

Everyone present, being elites familiar with magic and arcane art, understood well the jaw-dropping nature of those actions. How much magic control would be needed to descend as if nothing happened? Repelling the dragon's spell, maintain his speed without a scratchfurthermore, not only for himself. He landed without harming the ground, without stirring any wind, without causing anything whatsoever.

You could hear someone gulping.

His shining golden hair now gives off a feeling of coldness rather than the warmth of the sunlight, giving an unsettling feeling to those who look at it (Personal bias. Impressions may vary due to environmental factors and individual differences). The blue eyes that sparkled in thick black smoke seemed more draconic than human.

The clothes he adorned were black, emanating a weightiness reminiscent of the bed of a sea of blood.

At that moment, the mage recalled an old saying.

Let the one clad in black descend into the garden of despair...

This place, which filled the elites with shock, was undoubtedly the garden of despair.

The mage felt their flesh trembling from the bone.

And then, a word dropped into his mind.

"............Demon Lord...."

It was at that moment.

"Fuhahahaha!"

Amidst the shiver that filled the atmosphere, an inappropriateor rather, fittinguproarious laughter descended.

Look! A forty-something-year-old woman is falling from the sky!

Of course. No one would dare utter such words.

Casually glancing at the sky, he swiftly raised both arms, and a tanned woman in her forties descended, gracefully settling into his embrace snugly. She looked surprisingly youthful and lively for her ageheld by him, she had the face of a young maiden.

But no one but him was able to identify it as a girl's face.

"Hmm, hmm, this is quite nice. Well, I guess I can't complain about this!"

*Roar*!

And the tanned woman, with her big, emerald eyes, let out an uproarious roar.

"Hey, isn't that Platinum Breaker...?"

"...Ah, I've seen her causing trouble in our territory before..."

"But, she seems... softer?"

Even if one doesn't understand eroticism, if they had seen her before, they would have such an impression. Indeed, she was acting sweetly in his arms.

Platinum blonde, straight hair, with a tanned and healthy complexion. Despite her age, she looks like a girl in her mid-twenties, donning the official attire of the <Aldora Knights>. In other words, it was a provocative leotard paired a cape. The enormous halberd she carried was already thrust deep into the ground, and she pressed her full breasts against Desmond, rubbing her cheek against his with a spoiled expression, like a cat.

Those who had been through her antics before stared at her, their faces looking like their SAN was taking a nosedive.

"Fuhaha, and thanks for the reception!"

Everyone shivered!

While she continued to act spoiled, the Breaker's gaze turned towards them. With a ferocious laugh, her appearance, though beautiful, was still recognizably ferocious. Everyone looked at Desmond, mirroring an expression....to use Desmond's previous world words, like watching someone cuddling with a tiger, lion, bear, or crocodile.

Well, you know that everyone gathering here isn't to welcome you, right?

It was more of a counterattack.

Desmond seemed to be getting annoyed by her antics, but he never showed it openly. Which is one way of showing that he is also a member of the aristocracy.

"I am Baron Desmond Damwead. By the royal decree, I have arrived in the <Royal Capital>. Apologies for any disturbance," he declared, still holding Teresa.

............

<Royal Knight Order>.

They were elite of elites.

Yet, even among elites, there were moments when they exchanged silent glances. Despite harboring numerous thoughts, they hesitated to voice them, wary of provoking the fierce beast cradled in his arms.

Though they were elite and held pride, they were far from being the "strongest."

It's not just that, they need to be careful of the person who tamed that fierce beast too.

If the General were here... No, that's for the better.

Things might have gotten even worse.

That was their collective sentiment.

In any case, they decided to guide Desmond inside.

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