The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 47: The Real Deal

It has been four months since this year’s batch joined the Academy. The freezing climate had yet to die down.

This year’s Griffin class was not bad, but compared to previous year’s batch- they were lacking; the class consisted of only three tier 4s, unlike last years ‘seven’ and a tier 5.

Everyone left their classroom as today’s classes ended. An average looking 16 year old with common black hair and brown eyes headed for the library. Unlike most of the students who were in groups or with a partner, he was alone. How could he not be? He was not a noble, neither a commoner.

He did not mind though. He did not need any friends, nor did he want to stand out. He was in the Academy for only one reason. His fists clenched.

The library was busy as a lot of the students were here to prepare for their upcoming optional classes. He was there for the same reason. Though the library was bustling, he did not come face to face with anyone as the section for ‘dark’ magic was serene… and eerie.

He picked the book magic circle research book he was interested in and sat at a corner. Even though he was not using his essence, most failed to notice him; and those who noticed, did not bother to disturb him.

The day was as normal as it could be for him. He attended the optional classes before returning to his dorm in the afternoon. In contrast to everyone, he did not change and jump on the bed. Rest was for the nobles, the commoners. But for a refugee like him- definitely not.

He barely changed before sitting at his desk. His notes, books and stationery filled the table in no time. Soon, he was immersed in studies: the study of dark magic circles- its structures, functions, algorithms and intricacies.

Afternoon became evening, evening became night. His roommate who was supposed to come in the evening was late for some reasons. But why would he care? It was better for him to be alone; it helped him focus.

The night became midnight. He was still immersed in studies. But his roommate had yet to come. He squinted but moments later, he shook his head. Why would he care?

“Toriel Erasmus.” Suddenly, a whisper sounded in his right ear.

He panicked as he tried to look back. But before he could, he felt a soft press on his right shoulder and a terrible feeling in his heart. He knew what it was; it was something he was very familiar with- killing intent.

He was selected for the Griffin class even though he was just a tier 3; he knew what the slight press on his shoulder and that killing intent meant.

‘Look back, and you are dead.’

“Ye- yes?” His forehead was already wet from the sweat.

“Are you happy?” This time, the whisper came from the left.

He squinted. “Yes.”

“Are you sure? Does your deceased brother and imprisoned father agree?” It came from the right.

“I…” He bit his lips.

“Are you happy?” The whisper again came from the left.

“No…” He clenched his fists.

“Don’t you want happiness?” The whisperer kept switching ears.

“I do. But can I get it?”

“Of course.” He felt a press on his left shoulder. “You will get it once you have your vengeance.”

“I… I don’t know. Count Rivers is a level 7. I am just a tier 3 without any access to resources. I can’t even think of defeating the count, let alone the king who is rumoured to be level 8.”

“You can’t. But, I can.”

His whole body jerked. “Will you?” But he looked down. “But can it be called a vengeance.”

“In normal circumstances, no. But if you pay the right price, yes. The higher the price, the more the satisfaction.”

“But… I don’t have any…” He gritted his teeth. All the hopes he had started to disappear.

“I don’t need money.”

“Really? Then, what do you want?”

“The thing you deem the most precious.” The whisper entered his left ear. “What can you sacrifice?” The forces pressing down on his shoulders disappeared.

He thought for a moment before standing up. He did not dare to turn his head even by a degree as he approached his bed. He took a knife out from his pocket before stabbing it into the pillow. He took out a medallion with a two headed turtle engraved on it.

“This is the crest of my Erasmus family…” He caressed the medallion with his trembling hands. “My fallen Erasmus family. This is the only family heirloom, passed down since when we were a mere baron family. It stayed with us when we were viscounts.” He bit his lips and sniffed. “Now, it’s all over. What use does this medallion have when the ones who did this to us are still in roaming in luxury?”

“This will suffice.” The whispering voice declared.

Before he knew it, the medallion disappeared from his hand.

“Can you promise?”

“What choice do you have?” This time, it was not a whisper. But a distant feminine voice.

He slumped to the ground, on his knees. Tears overflowed from his eyes as he used his own hand to muffle his sorrowful screams.

******

Meanwhile, Adrian was chilling on the bed. It had been three months since he was in that very room. Beside him, laid Evelyn Greatwoods, the third princess of the nation.

Three months ago, Adrian urged her to stay with him all night until he was discharged. She rejected the notion. But once he threatened her saying that he would be released from care one day and she ‘might’ become his wife one day, she gave up. Henceforth, she would come every evening and stay with him all night. But he did not cross any ‘lines’.

He looked at her. “Take them off.”

“Tsk.” She was not surprised. He would tell her to take off her clothes any random day these last three months. She tried to resist at first but she gradually learnt that resistance against him was futile. Now, she was completely used to being naked in front of him.

She sat up and took off her clothes, including the undergarments. Her smooth body came into his view. No matter how much she was used to the situation, her face could not help but turn red. She again laid down, not bothering to put the blanket over herself; it would be removed anyway.

He got closer to her and put his hand on her waist and caressed it gently. Different from before, he had five fingers on his hand. Dean Jenkins conducted a surgery two months ago. Now, his fingers were as good as before- not a single mark remained.

“Making the future queen strip down through my orders. Who else but me could do that?” He declared in a narcissistic tone.

“Hmph! Make me the queen first.” She rolled her eyes.

*Knock. Knock*

The princess was alarmed. She tried to get up but Adrian stopped him.

“Let me go!” She shouted in a low voice.

He smiled, scaring the poor princess. He touched one of the small magic circles on the bedside table and said, “Come in.”

*Click*

The princess was finally allowed to get up. But alas, the newcomer already saw her.

It was Isabella, Adrian’s only maid. She was wearing the blue-striped Academy uniform. The princess abruptly covered her body with the blanket and looked away. Her dignity was gone- again.

But Isabella did not mind anything; she ignored the princess and looked at his young master with a smile. Tears welled up in her eyes. It had been three months since she last saw him.

“Young master, I did it!”

He dropped his legs from the bed as he sat upright and looked right into her eyes. “Good, take off your clothes.” He smiled.

His words took both of the ladies by surprise.

“Pardon?”

“What? Don’t want to?” He raised one of his brows.

“Nononono. I am removing them now.” She shook her head intensely before taking off her uniform. She removed her bra, exposing her breasts- which were not too large, nor too small, just average. She went to remove her panties.

“That’s enough.” He stopped her. “Come here.” He opened his legs and slapped his thigh.

She was trying to hold back her excitement but her trembling body belied it.

He looked at the princess. “Still want to act aloof.” He mocked.

She sighed and dropped the blanket. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. At least, her assets were bigger.

Isabella was about to sit on his lap when he suddenly grabbed her by her slim waist and pushed his knee between her legs before pressing her down to a sitting position. Now, she was sitting on his thigh alright but it was between her legs.

He put one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it.

“Mhmm…” Just the touch of his tongue was enough to drown her in ecstasy, let alone his erotic actions.

He held her hand with his free hand and guided it to his cock over the pants. Isabella was pleasantly surprised; she pulled the pants down, bringing the huge shaft out. She spat into her hand before rubbing his big dick.

Adrian let her do as she pleased while he began to fondle her other mound.

“Aaah… mmh…” she began to grind her crotch on his thigh; synchronising it with his sucking action and her stroking hand.

The princess looked away at first. But her curious mind prevailed. She began to watch her fiancé sucking the breast of another woman while letting her play with his thing. Unbeknownst to her, one of her hands was already touching her wet vagina.

Adrian gave her a look before looking down to her pussy before giving a smirk. She followed his eyes and looked down. Her face flushed, she closed her eyes in embarrassment.

Soon, Isabella began to pant as she reached the peak of her excitement. She began to grind her crouch against his thigh and stroke his rod faster. Adrian played along with her- sucking and kneading her breasts harder.

*Squirt*

“Aaaah…” she arched her back as she drenched her panties along with his pants. She started to stabilise her heavy breathing.

He finally let go off her tit, forming a long string of saliva until it broke.

He looked at her and smiled. “Congratulations! You made your first deal.”

She smiled. “Thank you!”