Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 736

Chapter 736: A Troubled Night In Hansberg
“What do you mean, Alfred!?”

A shrill woman’s cry echoed through the deep chambers of the Bronze Blade Merchant guild in Hansberg. The petite dwarven heiress scowled, her face twisted like the crumpled document in her hand.

The atmosphere darkened as the candles flickered.

Two female guards blocked the entrance, their faces void of emotion or thoughts other than stopping anyone from harming Lun Bronzeblade.

“”Stop right there.””

Both women spoke with deep, low-pitched voices as they lifted their swords at the man named Alfred, who turned to leave.

“”The lady has yet to allow you to leave.””

Armed with armour crafted with monster leather and hide, their blades thick, curved and heavy. Each one stood at a height of six feet two inches, around 189cm, bordering six feet three inches. Their builds lean, yet covered in sculpted muscles of dark bronze, shiny yet filled with hidden power.

“M-M’lady, what more can I say!?” The man protested, his hands clutching his chest, his old, wrinkled face twisting as if he suffered a heart attack. Yet, Lun couldn’t accept his apology or resignation.

After all, this man supported her as one of her “Uncles” after her father passed. But somehow, he suddenly switched sides and joined her only blood relative, and the only suspect of her mother and father’s deaths!

The bronze blades weren’t gangsters or scum.

Her father taught her to respect, enhance and innovate!

However, Grundig, her Uncle, the brother of her father, whom he used to praise as someone with an iron will, unbreakable and vigilant even when facing the empire!

“What shame do you hold, what leverage does that beast have over you!? If you take my hand, even now, I can still protect you. Uncle!”

One last offer, her heart torn between the merciless leader and the young girl who held his hand, asking for extra sweets after lessons.

“I…”

But he didn’t answer her earnest heart, nor offer any honest words.

The wretched lowered his head, as crocodile’s tears leaked down his cheeks.

‘Ah, you too?’

Her heart pounded harder and harder, the dull ache growing like ants devouring her slowly from the inside.

‘How many have left my side this way, this weak, pathetic gaze as if they had no choice?’

She watched the man who taught her etiquette and how to close a deal suddenly shiver and pull away from her with a shameful expression on his face.

How infuriating.

‘This filthy worm!?’

“Do not treat me as a foolish girl, Alfred Blackstone.”

BANG!

Her fist slammed into his jaw like an iron hammer forging the densest metal, followed by a barrage of rapid jabs that deformed his face.

Pa-Pa-Pa-Pah!

His head slammed back, bouncing, muscles weak, legs like jelly, the grown man dropped to the floor at the hands of a small, dwarven mistress.

However, there was no look of victory on her face.

Her big watery eyes oozed tears down each cheek, a subtle quiver of her lips almost breaking her current front. Yet she held on! Her nails sank into her wrist, crimson blood pouring down her hand, staining the floor as she desperately held back.

‘Uncle Alfred…’

What person would wish death upon someone they loved?

Even scorned, her heart still bled hot, passionate blood for this old man.

Despite his betrayal, she could not blame him.

“It’s my fault for being too weak, I understand. My Uncle is stalwart, fierce and unyielding, but I am not. Foolishly, I just enjoyed this time together with you all.”

Suddenly, she seemed to realise something.

The reason why that old, stupid dwarf caught her fancy was his nervous responses, the way he would serve her warm tea after drinking.

He might have baggage, but that man didn’t show her an act; he was honest, vulgar and despite that, a gentleman.

‘What a bizarre moment to realise, I’m having my first crush…’

Lun glanced down at the bruised, swollen face of someone who’d brought her up from being a young lass.

However, she wasn’t a young girl anymore; Lun would soon be thirty. An age where most dwarves would finally complete their apprenticeship in their chosen blacksmith or trade, and finally would spread their wings and develop their own.

“P-Please, I was wrong… forgive me.”

She stepped over Alfred’s body, only for him to grab her ankle and beg like a dog.

‘Disgusting.’

Now, he no longer resembled the charming old butler who brought her up; his colours faded, and his face twisted, transforming him into a monster.

This was Lun’s trauma, her hidden weakness.

Once it came this far, she would never see the Alfred she knew again, and could only close her tearful eyes tightly and step towards the door.

With a weary heart, she mumbled his fate to her trusted protectors.

“Make it painless.”

Of course, the daughter of the fabled Bronzeblade clan, how could she be squeaky clean? If not for her father’s soft stance and gentle method of raising her. Lun might have taken the same path as her Uncle, crushing, stealing and destroying all in her path.

‘I want to see Logan… drink all night, and forget everything.’

Small drops of Lun’s blood formed a trail as she stepped into the darkness, the hidden basement that even Asmodeus didn’t know about.

She recalled the funny dwarf at least ten years her senior, but that didn’t matter to dwarves, as long as someone reached thirty.

Then they could marry someone in their eighties.

Humans wouldn’t understand. What the dwarves chased was not beauty or valour, but skill: technical skill, physical skill. Thus, as long as someone was an adult, others wouldn’t get involved. In return, most dwarves didn’t even think of romance or love until reaching their late twenties.

A culture far too different and complex for humans to comprehend.

Elves might be worse, but those who would swear themselves to a single person for eternity were always a little twisted in the head.

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“Haa~ haaaan… haa….ha….Hnnngh!”

The wooden desk rocked heavily in the room, as Nerim’s face and supple breasts pressed against the cold window. Her struggling gasps mixed with moans of pleasure muffled as Asmodeus’s hands gripped her tightly, his muscles wrapped around her chest and abdomen, almost crushing her as he grunted.

A warmth suddenly spread inside Nerim’s abdomen, as his hips slammed against her buttocks, the sweaty slap of flesh echoing through the darkness as their movements came to a gradual stop.

“That was amazing, Nerim.” He kissed her neck, the slight bruising and marks fading as he lay her on the bed.

“Mm.”

Breathless and dazed, she let out a soft response, a cooling liquid wrapping her body as it cleansed and soothed her cramping muscles. Spread like an eagle, she glanced up at Asmodeus, who stood in the window, his naked body under the moonlight, a perfect sculpture of a male.

“Tonight, you were so fierce… I can already feel it swelling.”

She pouted, but wasn’t really mad, and with a cheeky smile, she placed the bottom of her feet on his chest, stroking his abs with her little toes.

“Do you mind?” He said. His glowing eyes resembled the golden rising sun.

“Not at all~”

Nerim pulled out her tongue, oblivious to his sharp glare, because she knew Asmodeus wouldn’t scold her or do anything bad. She’d gained a lot of information about this cheap man who stole her body and heart.

If she didn’t exceed a limit or step over a line, he would accept any whims or requests she had.

Like tonight.

“Whatever.” He huffed, looking outside in silence.

Her feet lowered slowly, stroking the smooth muscles until she reached his waist, her cheeks still faintly flushed from earlier as the snake drooped across her foot.

It was hot, heavy and still throbbing.

Tonight, because Mu La wanted to thank them for helping her daughter, she treated them to a private meal in their living quarters. Although Nerim knew nothing would happen between them, she still couldn’t help but grow jealous when the mature woman leaned against Asmodeus, her breasts almost spilling out from her top like a cheap slut.

Thus, after they returned, she pestered him to be rough, leave marks and make it loud enough that everyone could hear her.

‘This sinful man…’

Asmodeus clearly misunderstood her to have some kind of exhibitionism fetish, and pressed her against the wall, but what made her angry wasn’t this; instead, she actually enjoyed the strange excitement that grew when he railed her against the cold glass and the thought someone might discover their tryst.

‘I basically shot myself in the foot!’

However, as her feet slowly caressed the growing snake, or rather, this beastly dragon. She couldn’t help but want to try it again. Her heart grew faster the moment she glanced at the condensation shaped like her breasts. As she watched it, a little flame flickered inside.

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Meanwhile, Asmodeus wasn’t thinking about those kinds of things anymore. He’d received a report from Erika, telling him about Serena and Lumina dealing with another delegation from the empire, and the fact that they were insulted.

His eyes focused outside the window, using his divine aura to the limit, he watched the distant capital, a place that might take a month to reach, travelling by cart. He kept his breathing stable, ignoring the sexual harassment of a mermaid and thought only of one thing.

The clash between him and the human empire was no longer avoidable.

‘I hoped losing your Grand Duke was enough to quash your pathetic desires for the continent, but you dare to order people to insult my wives. To make plays, posters and propaganda sullying their names!?’

A well of anger grew inside him; the more he observed and saw, the larger and more unstable his aura became.

He wanted to slaughter, to wipe their entire race from the world.

But then he felt the soft touch of Nerim’s feet

His mind shook, and those dark thoughts no longer overwhelming him, allowed Asmodeus to calm his mind and focus on the moment.

The golden glow faded, and he observed the beautiful brown beauty lying beneath him.

“Beauty, you’re going to regret stirring me emotions right now.”

“Eh!?

Her delighted face suddenly twisted as he lifted her legs; suddenly, the moment of delight became a battle for survival.

“Baby~ please, mercy…. wait… haaa Not there… don’t lick there!”

What chance did a mere mermaid have against a demon god?