Blood Emperor Throne

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"The centaur horde has submitted, but integration will take time. However, there's no need to worry about the beastmen in Castoria anymore; the centaurs will be dealt with soon."

"You tamed that centaur herd?" Kasrina was stunned, looking at Asmodie, her red lips slightly parted in disbelief.

Human society has an extreme aversion and contempt for beastmen; the two are mortal enemies, and encounters usually result in complete slaughter.

But this does not mean that humans did not want to conquer the Beastmen. To be precise, almost all of the thirteen electorates of the Empire had nobles who tried to conquer the Beastmen to supplement the military or to use them as laborers, but without exception, they all failed.

The Beastmen are constantly being hunted down by humans, while humans are constantly being attacked by Beastmen who abduct women to use as breeding grounds. The two sides are essentially mortal enemies who are locked in a life-or-death struggle.

This man in front of me can actually conquer the beastmen, who are my mortal enemies?

If that's the case, then it means... Castella will monopolize the resources and territory of the entire Ancaru Forest!

"Sort of, but don't get too excited yet. The rebels haven't been dealt with yet. Compared to the beast horde, these two problems are more serious."

Asmodeus replied, then picked out two reports from the pile and displayed them on top.

One issue is the fiscal deficit, and the other is the distribution of grain among the people; both are extremely pressing problems for Castellstra at present.

"The grain is alright; we still have some left from last winter's harvest." Katharina rubbed her tired brow, snapping out of her reverie. "The problem is the finances."

"Since the civil war broke out, the main tax revenue in the north has been lost. Yesterday's battle wiped out the remaining guards and mercenaries. The castle now needs to be rebuilt."

“There’s no need to worry about the finances,” Asmodeus replied casually.

"boom--"

As Asmodé casually lifted the bulging, heavy money bag from under the table and placed it on the table with a thud, Katharina froze on the spot.

A gold coin, stained with a little blood, rolled out of her purse. With a crisp metallic clang, it rolled into her incredulous, sky-blue, alluring eyes, spun around, and then lay flat.

Then, a sudden commotion erupted in the city, prompting her to take off her glasses and look out the window. But it wasn't the riot she had been worried about; instead, it was the exclamations of the common people.

“Three hundred gold coins were obtained from the calamity beasts, along with nearly thirty carts of wheat and twenty carts of fruits, vegetables and fresh meat.”

Asmodé, holding a cup of red tea, gazed through the French windows of the castle study at the grain wagons slowly entering the city, and answered casually. "Mei, I think...Mei...Is Lin here?"

In fact, most of the grains, fruits, vegetables and meat were looted from Castella by the horde of calamity beasts, and the three hundred gold coins were the horde's hoarded reserves.

Last night, when I asked Claudia for this batch of grain and Gindel, the wild and fiery centaur chieftain was only willing to give money, refusing to give me the grain no matter what.

After all, for the Beastmen, the Kindel is only useful in occasional situations, such as bribing nobles, but food is their true lifeline.

Only after he patted her moist, plump, snow-white rump a few times did the wild and proud centaur chieftain bite her red lips and resentfully hand over the grain.

As for the food that Claudia stole from the Minotaur's territory, enough to supply the Calamity Beasts for three months, she refused to give it up, declaring that either she should be tortured or the food should be left behind.

He merely made a show of taking a dozen or so cartloads of wheat, leaving most of it to develop the animal herd, since those few dozen cartloads of grain were enough.

At this moment, the civilians in the city, who had just suffered a calamity yesterday, watched in disbelief as the grain wagons, escorted by ten female knights, slowly drove into the city. They all swallowed hard, as if they were in a dream.

"The lord has given the order!"

Cassandra gripped the longsword at her waist, tightened the reins, and coldly swept her noble and alluring eyes over the gathered commoners, frightening some of them who harbored thoughts of rioting back down.

"These grains will be sold at low prices! Each ordinary household will be limited to purchasing ten catties of wheat, and one catty of vegetables and meat!"

"Furthermore! The lord has another order!" She lifted a heavy bag of gold shillings, looked down at the gathered commoners, and coldly shouted, "Recruit craftsmen to repair the city, and form a standing army, with a salary of one silver shilling per month! Food and lodging will be provided!"

This announcement left the ordinary people almost dumbfounded.

They had only ever seen lords who took advantage of disasters, never lords who comforted the victims and took on the responsibility of disaster relief.

But it is clear that this relief effort has been very effective.

"Long live the lord!"

Chapter 17 The noblewoman and the countess must both eat something.

In just one night, Asmodie turned the tide in Castella, a deadly situation that had left Catherine helpless.

Three hundred gold coins and fifty carts of grain, though not much, are enough to stabilize the livelihood of Castile for a period of time.

Most importantly, public sentiment has stabilized.

Although this batch of grain is not much, it reveals that the Countess still has the ability to maintain her territory and that there will not be a large-scale exodus of people leading to population loss.

For a territory and its lord, the food-producing areas and the population are always the most important factors.

The fertility and size of arable land, as well as the yield of grain, determine the number of people your territory can support.

A larger population means more taxes you can collect, and more soldiers and laborers you can mobilize within your territory. Population is also a reflection of a territory's military strength.

Asmodée withdrew her gaze, looked at the map, and pondered. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentence.)

"This batch of grain, along with these three hundred gold coins, plus Castellania's reserves, should be enough to last for about a month—"

Before she could finish speaking, a fragrant breeze wafted over, and Katharina suddenly wrapped her smooth arms around Asmodeus, pressing tightly against his side. Her snow-white, warm, and voluptuous breasts trembled and pressed against Asmodeus's shoulders.

This noblewoman, who always maintained a haughty and aloof demeanor, nestled close to Asmodel's ear, her full, luscious red lips brushing against his, and whispered softly, "Thank you..."

Her alluring sky-blue eyes, filled with a gentle shyness, gazed at the resolute and handsome profile of the man before her. She brushed aside the strands of hair from her forehead, leaned down, and gently kissed his cheek.

"This is your reward, you bad man~"

A hint of mockery flashed in Asmodeus's eyes as he raised his large hand and brazenly placed it on the high, round, soft buttocks of the aloof noblewoman, which were outlined by her bright red bodycon silk dress.

"Snapped--"

The crisp, enchanting snap made Katharina's alluring and sexy flesh stiffen, and her charming eyes, which had previously held a hint of gentle shyness, now turned into resentment.

In particular, Asmodie's warm, large hands brazenly covered her fragrant, round buttocks, roughly kneading them.

The bodycon silk skirt, which barely reached the hips, was roughly rolled up by the man's actions, revealing the white lace that clung tightly to the soft, warm cleft of her buttocks.

But instead of pushing her away in shame and anger as usual, she felt a sense of defiance as Asmodie ravaged her.

"Bad man~"

Her warm, fragrant tongue teasingly traced the tip of Asmodie's ear, her alluring eyes holding a queenly haughtiness and aloofness, as if bestowing a reward upon her most loyal wolfhound, as she smiled arrogantly and seductively in the man's ear.

"You only dare to bully me like this~"

"What? Are you angry?"

Seeing Asmodie raise her hand again, her haughty, alluring eyes, tinged with a hint of dreamy peach, gazed at the fiery passion in those deep black eyes that made her heart tremble. With great arrogance and disdain, she hooked his chin with her slender, jade-like fingers.

"Did I say something wrong? You bad man who only dares to take advantage~ In the forest, why didn't you dare to eat me? When we left, you said you'd add a reward, but now—ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Asmody suddenly grabbed Katharina's voluptuous and sexy figure and pressed her down onto the messy desk. Her two snow-white, plump breasts finally trembled and jumped out of her loose silk dress, pressing them into an extremely sweet and juicy cake on the cool and flat desk.

Those fair and well-proportioned jade-like hands had no choice but to be kept taut and straight in cool and sexy light blue spaghetti strap open-toe high-heeled sandals.

As a cool sensation spread between her buttocks, Asmodie lifted her already crumpled silk nightgown up to her waist, leaving only a thin, close-fitting white lace over her perfectly round and smooth buttocks.

The thin, close-fitting, openwork white lace was tightly bound, outlining the extremely moist camel toe gaps, with dark honey spots gradually spreading out.

"I only intended to collect interest." Asmodeus grasped Catherine's smooth, jade-like hand with his large hand, twisted it behind her beautiful, fair back, and pressed it down.

He leaned close to the aloof and elegant lady's ear and said teasingly, "Since you know what I mean by reward, it means you've already prepared your reward, right?"

"You—" Before Katharina could speak, her alluring, dreamy pink eyes saw Asmodeus raise his hand high and bring it down heavily.

"Snapped--!"

"Hmm~"

A crisp, melodious snap echoed throughout the study, mingled with the noblewoman's soft, low moans of pain.

After Asmodie's slap landed, two extremely erotic handprints were left on her snow-white, plump, and round buttocks, which trembled wildly.

Katharina bit her red lips slightly, suppressing the shameful moans and groans. A misty haze, mixed with the intoxicating softness of spring, gradually rose into her noble and aloof sky-blue eyes.

The burning pain in her buttocks, mixed with the shameful allure of spring, twisted into a passionate desire that intoxicated her.

"Hmm...it seems that Your Highness Lady Catherine has some rather unusual quirks," Asmodie teased in her ear.

"Mmm..." Catherine's alluring eyes misted over, and she bit her lip as she looked at Asmodeus: "You, I, I forbid you from—"

"Snapped--!"

Another crisp snap rang out, and a soft, alluring voice finally escaped from the tip of Katharina's nose, which was glistening with beads of fragrant sweat.

"No, no more—" Kasrina's originally taut, jade-like face trembled slightly, and the fragrance of orchids emanating from her red lips gradually became sticky and alluring.

Asmodeus, seeing the aloof and beautiful noblewoman in a state of extreme ecstasy and masochism, became somewhat interested and raised his hand again.

"Snapped--!"

"Aha……"

"Snapped!"

"Hmmmm~~"

"Snapped--!"

"Ugh..."

As another slap landed, Katharina bit her full red lips in a dazed, dreamy voice. Her noble and aloof sky-blue eyes rolled slightly upwards, and her exquisitely beautiful, snow-white buttocks trembled uncontrollably.

Asmodeus twirled a drop of honey between his fingertips and chuckled softly in her ear, "I didn't realize you had this kind of fetish."

“You…bad man…” Katherina’s alluring eyes, filled with misty tears and intoxicating spring charm, no longer held the queen’s haughty disdain, but only resentment.

“Then… it’s time to use the proper method.” Asmodeus, with the noblewoman’s trembling, alluring eyes filled with spring charm, twisted her smooth, lotus-like arms behind her back, leaned down and pressed his strong, upright body against the beautiful, sexy, white flesh of the cold noblewoman beneath him.

The already revealing bright red spaghetti strap silk dress was now a mess, with the straps loose and tucked off, and the close-fitting white openwork lace was completely soaked.

Just as everything was about to get on track, Osalia's elegant, mature, and soft voice came from outside the door.

"Kathelina? Are you inside?"

"Yes, it's Mommy—oh dear!"

A hint of embarrassment flickered in Katharina's alluring eyes, but that embarrassment quickly transformed into a soft moan.

"Tear it apart——"

With a very slight tearing sound, her already thin and close-fitting plain white lace was violently ripped apart by Asmodie.

This man, completely disregarding the elegant and beautiful countess outside the door, tore away her last, extremely thin layer of clothing.

The smooth, white nectar source, glistening with drops of honey, was exposed before this greedy and brutal beast.

"Ugh! You bad man~" Katherina looked at the rough, beast-like man behind her with a mixture of shame and anger, but then, Asmody roughly lowered his waist behind her.

"Mmm~~~~"

All the shyness, resentment, and anger in her eyes transformed into a captivating and alluring spring charm.

A blush, like drops of nectar, dripped from between her smooth, snow-white thighs onto the red sandalwood floor of the study.

Outside the study, the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia stood gracefully with her arms crossed, waiting for her daughter to open the study door.

In the early morning, her plump, rounded breasts were still draped in a cool, bright purple, thin-strapped, low-cut silk nightgown, clearly indicating that she had arrived in a hurry and hadn't had time to change.

The silk fabric was extremely light and clingy, outlining her plump, soft, and fleshy waist in a graceful and voluptuous way. The low-cut halter neckline and hip-length design were also quite revealing.

So much so that every time her fragrant feet, clad in bright purple strappy open-toe flat sandals, touched the ground...

All of this would cause her fragrant, plump, and soft milky breasts to sway and collide slightly in the early morning, creating waves of rich, sweet ripples.

Beneath the hip-length silk skirt, her plump, soft breasts resembled a ripe, juicy melon, stretching the already tight skirt even further and revealing the vibrant purple lace that accentuated her alluring and youthful charm.

This morning, the Countess was no longer as melancholy as she was yesterday, and the weariness in her eyes had lessened considerably.

In the morning, her Royal Guard, Lady Kassande, brought news of Asmodian's conquest of the centaur herd, and the retrieval of fifty carts of grain and three hundred gold dir from them.

This made her feel slightly relieved, despite being shocked by Asmodie's efficiency and powerful strength.

At the same time, a strange feeling that was hard to explain also arose.

This man... from saving Katherina, to saving her and Cassandra, rescuing the capital castle from the clutches of the Beastmen, and now he has even saved the lives of the people of Castoria from the brink of collapse.

But it was all just for... the reward that Kasrina mentioned?

What reward does Castellar have now for all that this man has given...?

Osalia recalled Asmodie's aggressive, fiery, deep black eyes when he saved her, and his rough yet reassuring movements. She gently bit her full, soft lips.

The tender flesh, which had finally calmed down, was now oozing a sticky, warm spring-like fragrance again.

This man...could he be planning to...take them both...?

In her mind, an image involuntarily surfaced: the two of them, mother and daughter, being pressed together beneath this wild yet extremely reliable man, his body as strong as a marble sculpture. Mother and daughter were together, yielding to each other's pleasure, their full, moist lips involuntarily tinged with sticky, hot breaths.

Since her husband passed away after she gave birth to Katharina... her moist, tender flesh has been deprived of nourishment for a very long time...