Hero Is Now Villain

Ryzen watched as Kisha promptly lifted the fur armors off the dead bodies of her former 'partners' and salvaged some food off the storage barrels. When Kisha sat down and took out her war paint kit along with a mirror, Ryzen interrupted.

"Easy on the war paint," said Ryzen.

Kisha looked up and stared at Ryzen.

"You find me pretty without the paint, Sir Ryzen."

"We will be entering a big city. War paints will not help our cause."

"I will make sure to erase them off as we enter the city gate."

"... You look better off it."

Kisha smiled and put away the paint.

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"Why a big city?" asked Kisha, riding on Laabyrinth behind Ryzen. The giant horse was trotting leisurely even with two riders on its back.

"I just want to make sure," said Ryzen, his eyes watchful of anything that might spring out of the dense forest leading to the biggest town nearby, Sappling, which was a good two days ride away.

"Make sure of what?"

"A certain rumor. You are not keen of any Cypitol news, are you?" asked Ryzen.

"I have never even ventured below Alfields. You are from way below then? Cypitol born?"

"Even lower," answered Ryzen tacitly, making Kisha frown a puzzled look.

Ryzen stopped Laabyrinth, looking around the area suspiciously.

"What is it?" asked Kisha.

"I remember this place. This is where Orcsind Rebels camp," said Ryzen, drawing Bloodrink cautiously.

"Rest assured. The Orcs have all moved northeast, across the Winter Snake River."

Ryzen turned his head to see Kisha, whose face was so close to his that he could smell her fruity, humid breath.

"The Orcs, at least the ones that ran away from the Reservation, have set up towns on the peninsula."

"And the Valforresters are okay with that?"

"Valforrest is a big state, even if most of it is covered in snow. They could spare a piece of land, especially if doing so pisses off those down in Cypitol."

"You sound insightful for a bandit," said Ryzen, mildly impressed, as he let Laabyrinth trot on again.

"I deal with Orcs from time to time. Looters do not have the luxury of discriminating their clients."

"The peninsula, you said?"

"Only the lower part of it. The Valforresters are not complete fools to let the Orcs take over the entire region."

"But they are tolerant of the Orc Rebels."

"Tolerant, or just lazy. The People of Val are dense like the moose they raise."

"You are not from Valforrest?"

"Plaine," said Kisha curtly.

"Which part?"

"Some part."

Kisha fell silent, and Ryzen knew instinctively not to push the matter further.

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Laabyrinth was not only silent and strong, but it was also fast. Magically, devilishly so. Ryzen had estimated they would reach Sappling in two days. By the time the sun began to set, Kisha let Ryzen know that the state capital was only a few leagues away.

"A few more hours into the morning ride and we will be there."

"I did not plan to stop for the night."

"Bears. And wolves," warned Kisha.

"I can take them."

"But I cannot. The bears are actually preferable. The wolves always attack the weakest in the party, and they always know."

"I can protect you," said Ryzen.

"I believe you. And I also believe it is foolish to take the risk. Besides, there is no hurry as we are ahead of schedule. Might as well enter Sappling fresh and rested rather than dog tired, no?"

"Beast pelts are worth a lot of money, are they not?" asked Ryzen, pointing to the looted fur armors attached to the side of Laabyrinth.

"Yes. But my life is worth a lot more," retorted Kisha.

The dusk had settled completely when Ryzen and Kisha set up a temporary camp near a small stream and lit up a fire to rest. Supper consisted of a couple horse jerky strips and dried fruits.

Ryzen had not taken off his heavy armor while Kisha put off hers and cleaned her half-n.a.k.e.d body with wet clothes. Kisha noticed that Ryzen was staring at her and smiled seductively.

"Just say the word."

"We are out in the open."

"Oh? And the camp we left was not?"

Ryzen slowly took off his armor pieces, but made sure not to hint that he was looking for bodily p.l.e.a.s.u.r.es from Kisha.

Kisha finished cleaning her upper body and put on a thin shirt that accentuated her perky t.i.t.s beneath it.

"I remember. You said you have something to tell me," said Kisha, lying down with rolled fur armors as a pillow.

Ryzen hesitated.

"Perhaps it is better for you to not know, not that we are traveling together."

Kisha fell silent for a moment, thoughtful and speculating.

"If you say so," said Kisha finally.

"... Or I can just tell you and you can go on your way without me, away from me," added Ryzen, conflicted and wistful.

"Are you a wanted criminal, Ryzen?"

"No."

"Do you enjoy killing women after they sleep with you? Who knows, I just got lucky and the next s.e.x will be my last."

"No, and stop assuming that I am some habitual rapist obsessed with s.e.x."

"Not assuming. Knowing so," snickered Kisha playfully.

Ryzen sighed and held Bloodrink closer.

"Your tantalizing secret, does it have to do with that scary sword of yours?"

"Does this sword scare you?"

"As does your horse. You did too, but that was before you drank my pee."

"I really do not remember doing that," frowned Ryzen.

"You also made me drink yours. Full on face. And not just the thick white stuff, you made me swallow that multiple times, but the free-flowing, yellowish—"

"It will never happen again. I swear."

"It was not so bad. A bit weird, that is all."

Kisha, smiling, got up and walked further away from the fire.

"I am having a go at the moment. Want some?" called Kisha from behind a tree.

"No, please stop teasing me."

A soft, continuous noise of water hitting the short grass and the dirt on the ground followed

Kisha appeared again, and instead of lying on the same spot she had set up, she walked deliberately towards where Ryzen was sitting.

"What is it?" asked Ryzen, tensing a little.

Kisha sat beside Ryzen and grabbed Ryzen's semi-hardened p.e.n.i.s.

"Just as expected. Turned on by the sound?" said Kisha, spitting on her hand and stroking the p.e.n.i.s in an up-and-down motion. With the other hand, Kisha was rubbing her own private area.

"Looks like you are," said Ryzen, feeling his p.e.n.i.s grow larger with each stroke.

"You seemed tense. You always do, actually."

"We are in the open, after all."

"I know. I wonder whether the wolves are watching us."

Kisha lowered her head and put Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s inside her soft, warm mouth, rolling her tongue adeptly along the outline of the head.

Ryzen could feel he was indeed relaxing a little. He put his hand on Kisha's bright orange head and stroked her hair slowly.

When Ryzen finally came, Kisha swallowed the whole thing in one gulp and wiped her mouth of the running saliva in a coarsely attractive way.

"Lie down," ordered Kisha, and Ryzen obliged.

Riding on top of Ryzen, Kisha let out a satisfied sigh. Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s became hard again inside her. Kisha's v.a.g.i.n.a was lush and warm just like her mouth, and she moved her lean, athletic body both gracefully and beastly. She jolted every time Ryzen's rock hard d.i.c.k ground just the right spot among the many wrinkles inside, letting out a feminine, helpless cry along with it.

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Sappling was the capital city of the state of Valforrest, but it was not the biggest city in the province. Frostmarch, located north of Sappling and in the center of the entire Valforesst, was the de facto capital of the winter state as the northern city had a thousand year-old castle from the days of the Valforrest Kingdom eras.

Sappling was a business district and a Cypitol instated capital following the Unification of Alvyond four hundred years ago. Since then, the royal family of Castiglione had ruled all parts of the mini-continent of Alvyond.

"Sappling markets close at night. It is always better to enter the city in the daylight, when the markets are open," explained Kisha at the first sight of the city gate miles away.

"I am not interested in shopping," said Ryzen

"You do your business, investigate and collect rumors all you want. I will do mine," snapped Kisha.

Laabyrinth garnered everyone's interest as it passed the gate and entered the Town Square bustling with merchants and shoppers.

"Meet me here at noon," said Kisha as she jumped off Laabyrinth. Then she handed Ryzen a pouch with some gold in it—also looted from the dead bandits.

"Take this. Should be enough to station your giant of a horse and have some left to book a room... or two."

Ryzen took the pouch, trying not to smile at the insinuation of the last couple words uttered by Kisha shyly.

"You sure you can sell those blood-stained armors?" said Ryzen, eyeing the armful looted items held by Kisha.

"What blood? Your monster of a sword s.u.c.k.e.d it all out even before the blood touched the armors, remember?" said Kisha, spreading open one of the armors to show how spotlessly clean it was.

Unbeknownst to both Ryzen and Kisha, a hooded passerby started and turned to the conversation.

"The only bloody one was the rag left by your horse. He ate most of it along with the fleshes, so no worries there," Kisha clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

Kisha left as Ryzen, too, got off Laabyrinth and looked for a stable to store the gigantic horse away from the crowd.

At that moment, Ryzen could feel someone approaching him. He reflexively reached for Bloodrink, meanwhile hoping not to use it out in the open public like this.

"Was there blood left in the dead bodies as well?" asked slightly agitated female voice.

Ryzen turned and faced a hooded figure standing before him.

"What?" asked Ryzen edgily.

"Is that the sword? With blood absorption magic enchanted?"

The hooded woman approached nearer, her head lowered and sight presumably locked on Bloodrink hung at Ryzen's waist.

Ryzen took a step back, grasping the hilt of the Daemonic sword firmly.

The hooded woman raised her head, stood motionless for a while, and with a belated exclamation lifted the hood off her face.

A young pony-tailed blonde woman in her twenties with blue eyes was staring directly at Ryzen, apologetic and excited.

"I am sorry. I was too intrusive, was I not?"

Ryzen did not speak but stared back into the clear, innocent blue eyes of the woman in front of him. Half a dozen passersby strolled past Ryzen and the apologizing blonde during the brief time span.

"My name is Garbiel. An apprentice mage. An enchanter, to be exact," the blonde mage introduced herself awkwardly to the cold, suspicious eyes of Ryzen.

"What do you want, mage?"

"I could not help but overhear your conversation a moment ago, regarding the blood absorption spell on your sword."

"It is not a spell," said Ryzen curtly, to which Garbiel nodded understandingly.

"Nonmages, I mean normal people like to believe that their swords are blessed rather than enchanted. It is completely understandable. But how many of Xon's Blessed Objects are out there in reality? Just three, and only one of them sword."

Ryzen, a former owner of the said Blessed Sword, walked away with Laabyrinth's rein on his hand

"Sir, if you have a moment, may I take a look at your sword?" said Garbiel, following Ryzen.

"No, you may not."

"Just one look. I will buy you a drink, and it will be over before you take three, no, two sips."

"I do not drink," said Ryzen, shuddering at the thought of the last alcoholic beverage he had tasted—at the cost of his life.

"How about a meal? It is early for lunch, but judging by your timing of the entrance, you must have skipped breakfast, right?"

Ryzen kept ignoring and looked around for any sign leading to a stable.

"Are you looking for something?" asked Garbiel, determined not to lose Ryzen from her sight.

Ryzen thought about getting on Laabyrinth and disappear using the horse's power, but sighed and turned to the eager mage staring up at him with sparkling, anticipatory eyes.

"Which way to the stable?"

"This way, sir!" said Garbiel, happily walking towards the pointed direction.

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The stable owner looked both shocked and amazed at the sight of Laabyrinth. Four other horses were also being stationed in the stable, and none of them dared come near the black stallion.

"Unearthly. This is the most beautiful horse I have ever seen," said the stable owner genuinely.

Ryzen did not comment on how true his first word meant.

"You do not have to feed him anything. Just water, for now," said Ryzen, wondering when Laabyrinth would become hungry again, and also when, how, and where he would provide its diet for him. He knew 'what' to prepare, at least.

"Where to now?" asked Garbiel, smiling patiently and blinking eagerly.

Ryzen stared at Garbiel's innocent, youthful face. She seemed both older and younger than Kisha, who certainly acted older for her actual age of sixteen. Ryzen found himself lost in thought comparing who was prettier between the blonde mage and the ginger bandit. His eyes inadvertently scanned and imagined the frail silhouette beneath the oversized hood. Maybe not so frail, Ryzen concluded, as he noticed plump, voluminous rise on the c.h.e.s.t area.

Garbiel blinked at Ryzen's silent, sensual musing.

"I am looking for a place to stay, for a night or two," said Ryzen, his voice raspy and l.u.s.tful much to his dislike.

"I know just the place. They also serve good food," said Garbiel, beckoning Ryzen to follow.

Ryzen, his face grim and pained, followed without a word.

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Garbiel escorted Ryzen to the counter of the inn where he checked in—just one room—and asked for the time. The innkeeper said it was half an hour to noon.

"The general stores sell serviceable watches, magically powered and all. Or you can just listen to the hourly bell from the Time Tower."

"Will you go to the store to buy a watch next?" asked Garbiel as she watched Ryzen pay the innkeeper for the room.

"Thank you. You have been helpful. You wanted to take a look at my sword, right?" asked Ryzen, swallowing and l.i.c.k.i.n.g his lips subtly.

Garbiel did not catch Ryzen's hungry look and nodded in excitement.

"How about you inspect it at my room while I unload my stuff? If you need more time, you can buy me that meal you promised," said Ryzen as casually as he could sound.

His black heart and black-blood fueled p.e.n.i.s were already thumping hard and fast with desirous anticipation.

Garbiel, unsuspecting and unaware, cheerily agreed and followed Ryzen up the stairs.

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"Mages receive messages from the Magisle and Kingston regularly, right?" asked Ryzen as he went inside the room and lazily took off the armor set piece by piece.

Garbiel stood awkwardly as she turned her head sideways so she did not stare as Ryzen undressed himself.

"It is called the Mana Cloud. We—"

"Send thoughts in the form of magical energy into the freely shared realm for anyone or specific person to read."

"Exactly. Not too many laypeople know about it, let alone understand it so perfectly," said Garbiel, genuinely impressed, as she turned her head only to look the other way from Ryzen's n.a.k.e.d, flawlessly muscular body.

"You may be the perfect person I was looking for. I am looking for news, a rumor, and your Mana Cloud could help me," said Ryzen, his voice ominous and intimidating.

"You know what, maybe I will just wait outside while you clean up, get dressed again... I will just come by later," said Garbiel, sensing danger and trying to reach for the door.

Ryzen drew out Bloodrink and blocked the way between the door and Garbiel. The blonde mage stood blinking at the beautiful black blade forgetting for a second the situation she was in.

"Will you help me, Garbiel?" asked Ryzen, n.a.k.e.d, proud, and thirsty.

"I will. But not here. This is highly inappropriate," said Garbiel, blushing and fl.u.s.tered but trying hard to stand straight and unperturbed.

In a flash of flurry, Ryzen cut off Garbiel's hood. Garbiel let out a surprised gasp as the torn clothes revealed voluptuous b.r.e.a.s.ts and soft, pearly white belly.

"Do not make me hurt you," said Ryzen, slowly cutting off the shoulder part and leaving Garbiel stand almost n.a.k.e.d save a bottom u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

Garbiel was shaking with fear, covering her b.a.r.e b.r.e.a.s.ts and twisting her curvy body in a way that stimulated Ryzen even more.

Ryzen walked closer to the curvy blonde with his blackened p.e.n.i.s facing the ceiling strong and hard.

"Face the wall," growled Ryzen.

Garbiel hesitated, and Ryzen forcefully turned her body and made her face the simple wooden wall.

"Bend over now. Hands on the wall."

Trembling, Garbiel obliged, protruding her huge a.s.s towards Ryzen.

Ryzen ripped off the simple u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, shuddering slightly in rapture at the suppressed squeal of the blonde mage.

Ryzen appreciated the sight for a second. A kind-faced, pretty blonde with blue eyes, crying an shaking with fear, sticking out her buttock wearing a torn p.a.n.t.i.e.s, anus and v.a.g.i.n.a in plain sight.

Ryzen felt the bushy blonde pubic hair and c.a.r.e.s.sed the c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s and the lining of v.a.g.i.n.a slowly. Garbiel began to shake even harder when Ryzen stuck his finger inside her, surprisingly watery and pleasantly tightened.

Garbiel let out a final gasp as she felt Ryzen's giant p.e.n.i.s touched the tip of her v.a.g.i.n.a. As Ryzen pushed deeper, her sobbing became louder.

Ryzen did not stop, as she was watering in both ends. Even when he saw blood dripping, he kept going.

If anything, preying on a v.i.r.g.i.n made him harder, l.u.s.tier.