Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 98 There's a naked Trifect in my bedroom? (R-18)

Holy Sword Tournament Arc II

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(POV: Akashic Records)

"Round 6: Genevieve Alufilia Banst Cross vs Mastur Bate!"

The sixth round was set to begin.

"( Since childhood, I've harbored a strong desire to wield a sword. The reasons behind this aspiration aren't specific, but it's always made me feel a sense of uniqueness. Unsurprisingly, my family was taken aback when I expressed my intention to become a knight. However, I see no reason why the daughter of a king or any woman should be excluded from this pursuit. Despite facing challenges, Garret has been my unwavering source of support, propelling me forward. Now, it's my turn to reciprocate that support and ensure victory over Black. I refuse to allow someone so disdainful to mock Garret, a man whom I deeply admire. )" (Genevieve)

Genevieve stepped onto the grand arena that buzzed with anticipation.

The deafening roar of the crowd erupted as she was welcomed with cheers and applause.

"Isn't that the Cross King's daughter?!"

"It definitely is!"

"She has a nice ass... and personality!"

"Shhh! You could get beheaded for that!"

"Shit! You're right.."

King Grey's voice boomed from the royal box, his fatherly pride evident in his heartfelt cheer.

"Be strong, baby girl! Daddy's with you!"

His words stirred her spirit, filling her with a renewed sense of courage.

Unfazed by the chaotic cacophony around her, Genevieve gripped a simple sword tightly.

Jericho looked at her in confusion.

"Why isn't she using her magic sword?" he wondered aloud.

"Maybe she wanted to prove herself without relying on her magic," Arthur hypothesized, his eyes darting towards Genevieve.

Lana, her brows furrowed, remarked, "She's acting unusual, don't you think?"

Vanessa agreed, folding her arms and nodding.

"It's unlike her to be so... reserved. Something must be on her mind." (Vanessa)

Lora, casually brushing her hair, chimed in dismissively, "Genevieve has always been a little strange. Let's not dwell on it too much."

Vanessa reluctantly accepted Lora's words.

Meanwhile, Micah approached Jericho with a curious look.

"Hey, Brother Jer, where's Lumiere?"

Arthur, swallowed hard, his mind still reeling from the heated discussion he had with Lumiere just yesterday.

Jericho, sensing his discomfort, turned to him and inquired, "Do you know where Lumiere is?"

Raising an eyebrow, Arthur hesitated before answering, "Genevieve invited him, but... I guess he didn't show up."

"( Is it because of me? )" (Arthur)

Salmarc, nonchalantly yawning, interjected, "It's not like he's important."

"Watch your mouth, Salmarc." Arthur glared at him.

"S-sorry, Brother Art." (Salmarc)

Again, Bluestella stared at Arthur and then to Duke Veltuor in the VIP section.

Almost like he knew Bluestella was looking at him, he turned to grin at her.

As the discussions among the VVIPs reached a climax, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, a tremendous explosion rocked the coliseum, causing the entire structure to tremble.

A massive pillar of energy shot up from the ground, piercing through the heavens and illuminating the skies with its brilliance.

Gasps of astonishment filled the air as the crowd witnessed the aftermath of Genevieve's devastating attack.

Within a deep crater, her opponent lay motionless.

His once-imposing armor now lay in ruins, smoke billowing from his battered body.

He was unconscious, unable to withstand the force of Genevieve's assault.

Surrounded by the tumultuous aftermath, Genevieve stood stoically, her eyes devoid of any hint of emotion.

As she turned to depart, her grip released the sword she had wielded, and it disintegrated into a mere scattering of dust.

...

The sun began to set on the first day of the elimination round, concluding with the brutal ninth round. Among the victors who effortlessly dispatched their opponents were the formidable trio: Fanatio, Genevieve, and Lirien. Their mastery of combat was so profound that they scarcely needed to unleash their swords, instead opting to decimate their foes with sheer power.

Lirien caught everyone's attention the most. She would move and attack, without actually moving.

Fanatio, as the day drew to a close, scoured the arena in search of a familiar face. But to her dismay, Black was nowhere to be found. Lost in her thoughts, she felt a presence behind her and turned to find Ress approaching.

"How are you, little lady?" he inquired, a grin on his face.

She turned to face him, her expression one of mild disinterest.

"Fine, I suppose. The battles today were just as lackluster as the previous ones," she replied nonchalantly.

Ress cringed at her dismissive tone.

"It stings a little to hear you say that, especially when I struggled so much in mine," he admitted, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Fanatio didn't respond.

Her attention was soon diverted as she caught sight of her brother, Velzar.

With a wave, she beckoned him over.

Velzar, however, sauntered towards her with an arrogant swagger, his eyes heavy with boredom.

"So I heard you managed to win your battle today," he drawled, as if the outcome held little importance in his mind.

"Yes, and I fully intend to win this tournament as well," she declared with fervor.

In response, Velzar erupted into hearty laughter, his voice ringing out like mocking bells.

"Oh, dear sister, you mustn't get your hopes up," he taunted. "There are two individuals in this tournament who are leagues beyond your feeble abilities. Don't expect too much from yourself."

Clearly referring to Lirien and Black.

Fanatio's fists clenched in frustration, anger swirled within her.

"Excuse me, but isn't that a bit too harsh? She's proven herself thus far," Ress innocently remarked, only to be met with a withering glare from Fanatio's brother.

"And who the fuck are you, exactly?" Velzar sneered, his aura exuding a palpable bloodlusted atmosphere.

A bead of sweat rolled down Ress' forehead as he backed away.

"Anyway," Velzar shrugged, "I hope you don't lose... it'd just disgrace our family?s reputation."

Fanatio?s grip tightened to the point her bones could crack.

Undeterred, Velzar walked away yawning as he did.

"Little lady, are y--" (Ress)

Before he could finish his words, Fanatio walked away.

...

In the dimly lit corridor of the inn, Lumiere walked with a heavy heart, his thoughts consumed by the events unfolding around him. As he reached the door to Genevieve's room, his hand hesitated before the wood, debating whether to knock or not.

"Should I disturb her? Or should I leave her be?" he whispered to himself.

After a moment of contemplation, Lumiere decided against knocking and slowly ascended the creaking stairs, burdened by his inner turmoil. It was then that Umbra, his loyal companion, materialized as a small, spirit on his shoulder.

"Master, what are your intentions regarding the Duke?" he asked, his voice raspy.

"He didn't try to kill the prince today, so that's a surprise... then again, even if he tried... Fulgur would be there to keep him safe." Lumiere sighed.

Umbra's glowing eyes widened with surprise. "Indeed. And based on what I saw yesterday, I don't think Bluestella is as interested in killing the prince as she was before. The main obstacle is the Duke, right...?"

Interrupting with a cold and detached voice, Lumiere said, "The Duke? An obstacle? Just kill him..."

Umbra recoiled slightly. "Master, are you certain? Normally you'd chose a less murderous approach."

"Do I look uncertain to you?" Lumiere's glare intensified, an icy fire burning within his eyes.

Umbra, nodding as its ethereal form wavered, vanished into the shadows, ready to fulfill his master's command. A series of bad events had reduced Lumiere into a boiling pot of rage.

He arrived at his room.

As he pushed open the door, his worn-out eyes met an unexpected sight.

There, seated on his bed, was a naked girl, her long, obsidian hair flowing like a cascading waterfall over her shoulders. Her cobalt blue eyes, brimming with an electric energy, locked with his, unveiling a whole new chapter in Lumiere's tumultuous saga.

She possessed such magnificently ample breasts, with her soft, rosy-tipped nipples standing out in the most seductive manner. Her shapely body exuded an irresistible allure, capturing the attention of all who beheld her. Her legs, delicately resting upon the bed, revealed a tantalizing glimpse of the pink folds of her pussy. Her vagina was already moist, the juices of her desire seeping forth in a thick and viscous flow, bestowing upon her intimate area a shimmer of undeniable sensuality.

"Hello there, Lumiere." She smiled mischievously, "I'm Stellaria, All-Father?s second daughter."

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