胸大的后邻家少女

Chapter 93 A baby and the Duke?s plans?

Holy Sword Tournament Arc

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(POV: Akashic Records)

Early morning.

The soft hues of dawn embraced the sleepy town, Lumiere had already left the inn.

With his departure, he told Isadora to seek refuge within the comforts of his room at the inn, on the condition that no prying eyes caught glimpse of her form.

Couldn\'t have that happening, bro already had a lot to deal with.

Seated gingerly upon the bed, Isadora sighed as she traced her fingers along the delicate cum stains on the sheets.

The lingering aroma alone turned Isadora on.

Placing a tender hand upon her stomach, Isadora whispered to herself, her voice barely audible amidst the solitude of the room.

"Master Lumiere... you did it," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with joyous disbelief. "I am with a child... our child."

A smile, gentle yet radiant, illuminated her countenance as she reveled in the gravity of the moment.

The mana within Lumiere\'s cum was strong enough to fertilize the Demon Lord seed within her.

And naturally, a Demon Lord seed germinated faster than the normal process of pregnancy.

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In the lush royal suite, Bluestella\'s mind was filled with thoughts, her gaze fixed on the grand view outside.

"(So Jericho lost in the preliminaries... that boy, I warned him not to jam shoulders with those filthy adventurers that are fighting to be recognized as nobility.)" (Bluestella)

The forthcoming main elimination round of the Whiterune coliseum tournament signaled the imminent appearance of the royal family.

"I should send someone to give him soothing massage. Oh my baby boy.." she giggled a bit.

Bluestella?s maid bowed. "That\'s an excellent choice, Your Majesty."

"Right?" the queen smiled back in response.

Suddenly, the ornate doors swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Duke Veltuor, the formidable Duke of Drakoria.

Startled, the maid hurriedly stepped forward to intercept him but was met with a dismissive wave of the Duke\'s hand.

"Begone," he said.

She left, closing the door behind her, leaving Bluestella alone to face the unexpected visitor.

Bluestella\'s heart raced as Duke Veltuor entered the room unannounced.

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with both anger and surprise.

The Duke smirked, his icy blue eyes fixed on her.

"Ah, Bluestella, always so quick to anger," he said, casually strolling closer to her. "I came here to discuss our shared goals, my dear."

She crossed her arms in defiance. "We agreed to keep our interactions hidden. What if someone other than my maid sees you?"

Veltuor waved his hand dismissively. "It was a minor mistake. Nothing to worry about. Besides, we mustn\'t let fear control us, especially when our future is at stake."

Bluestella\'s anger simmered beneath the surface. "Our future? I don\'t recall you being a part of my future."

The Duke chuckled, a hint of mischief in his voice. "Oh, but my dear, we both know our destinies are intertwined. We can achieve so much more together."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Isn\'t that right... second queen?" he told her, a veiled taunt laced in his words.

The tension in the room was palpable as Bluestella glared at him. "Stop referring to me as the second queen. I\'m not your ally in any schemes... not anymore at least."

Veltuor\'s smile remained intact. "You may deny it, but you hold a significant involvement, my dear. It would be a waste not to utilize it for our advantage."

Advantage for whom? Bluestella thought. She took a step closer, their gazes locked intently. "We shouldn\'t be plotting against my own family. Regardless of my own selfish interests," she said fiercely.

The Duke\'s amusement flickered in his eyes as he considered her words. "Perhaps," he conceded, "but sometimes sacrifices must be made for the greater good."

Bluestella\'s voice grew low and resolute. "I won\'t be a pawn in your game. I won\'t betray my family."

Veltuor\'s response was not one of agreement or respect.

No, instead, a chilling laughter erupted from deep within him, growing in volume until it filled the room.

It sent shivers down Bluestella\'s spine.

Suddenly, the Duke closed the distance between them, trapping her against the cold, unforgiving wall.

His piercing gaze bore into her, his icy blue eyes reflecting the cruelty that lurked within him.

"You speak of loyalty to your family, Bluestella," he sneered, his voice tinged with malice. "But haven\'t you already betrayed them the moment you sought that cursed plant with the intent to kill Arthur?"

Her heart pounded against her chest as she tried to steady her voice.

"If that\'s how you see it, then I\'ll turn myself in," Bluestella replied, her voice filled with a mixture of defiance and resignation.

Duke Veltuor\'s laughter echoed once again, the sound reverberating throughout the room.

"Oh, my dear, you truly believe you have the gall to bring yourself to justice?" he scoffed, his face contorting into a wicked grin. "No, Your Majesty, we both know you lack the courage to do that."

Bluestella locked eyes with the Duke, recognizing the seriousness in his gaze.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice trembling ever so slightly.

A mocking smirk danced on Veltuor\'s lips as he leaned in closer, his breath cold against her cheek.

"What I want is for you to understand that at this point you have two choices in the matter: Kill the crown prince and live long enough to watch your son become the monarch or... be killed for treason and watch your children be known as the children of the woman who betrayed the royal family," he whispered ominously.

She stilled herself. Trying to act strong, when she was clearly weak.

"Until you choose competition... you will forever be known as the king\'s second wife, the people\'s second queen, and the mother of his second son and daughter. Nothing more." (Veltuor)

His words pierced through Bluestella\'s heart, the truth crushing her spirit.

She had no words to speak.

Duke Veltuor straightened himself, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"When you\'re ready to peer into the abyss and embrace the truth, then... we\'ll truly be able to talk," he declared, his tone carrying a twisted sense of excitement. "Until then, my dear, enjoy your place as the first loser."

As the Duke prepared to take his leave, Bluestella summoned the courage to speak up, her voice trembling slightly.

"Wait," she called out, her eyes fixed on him.

The Duke\'s grin widened, his demeanor shifting to that of an angelic figure as he turned to face her once more.

"What is it that you desire, my dear?" the Duke asked, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Bluestella took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening.

"I want to know more about your plans," she declared firmly, her voice laced with determination.

The Duke closed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head slightly.

"Very well," he responded, his voice like a siren\'s song.

Bluestella leaned in, her eyes fixed on his every word.

"Listen carefully to the next piece of our little game." (Veltuor)

He opened his eyes, a devilish gleam shining within them.

"We shall strike on the main day of the Holy Sword Tournament," he revealed, his voice filled with wicked delight.

Bluestella\'s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly regained her composure.

She couldn\'t afford to show any weakness.

"Why there?" she inquired, her voice steady despite her racing thoughts.

The Duke\'s smile widened, an aura of intelligence and cunning enveloping him.

"If we carry out our plan during the tournament, the Cross and Shield Kingdoms will be in chaos," he explained, his voice laced with a twisted sense of logic. "No one will know who to suspect, and our lives will be much easier. The perfect opportunity."

Bluestella felt her fists clench involuntarily, but she quickly released them, her expression neutral.

"All you want me to do is turn a blind eye?" she asked, her voice laced with bitterness.

The Duke nodded, his smile unwavering.

"Yes," he admitted, his eyes never leaving hers. "That is all you need to do. Pretend that you see nothing, and all will fall into place."

Bluestella turned her gaze away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

After a moment, she nodded, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Fine," she replied, her tone resigned.

The Duke\'s smile grew wider, satisfaction evident in his eyes.

"Goodbye, my dear," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling cheerfulness. "We shall meet again on the judgement day."

He exited the room.